Ch 2: Meetings.
I forgot to put the disclaimer on :oops:
Disclaimer: I own Final Fantasy 8 as in the game. I dont own the rights or characters to it because I am too poor to buy them. So you big execs can just pee off now.
Seifer finished shaving. Putting down the razor, and walking back into his bedroom he noted the time again. 4.02am.
"These memory lane trips always screw me" He realised that he was talking to fresh air, and that it couldn't answer him back, and upon realising that he shook his head and rubbed his now smooth face.
He walked over to his wardrobe, surprisingly light footed for a man of his tall frame. Selecting his favorite garments was almost like a ritual. Changing his blue boxer shorts to black ones, slipping over his head a dark blue vest-waistcoast with a white cross, pulling up black trousers and fastening the zipper with one swift movement. The look suited him, but it was not yet finished. Wandering over to his bedside drawer he picked up his dogtag necklace, he had owned it since the day he was given it at the age of 5 by Matron. She told him it belonged to his father, who he never knew. Both of his parents had died 2 years into Seifer's life. He barely remembered the people that looked after him before going to the orphanage. He knew that one of them was his mothers sister. He figured that the man must have been her husband. Matron had told him, years later that his mothers sister and her husband had been caught trying to steal from the rich people from the city of Galbadia. Their penalty was execution.
Shaking his head once more, he moved over to his wardrobe again, reaching for his black soldier boots. He slipped them on and began to tie the laces. Once done, he walked over to the door and took his prized trenchcoat off its hook. It was grey, with red Fire-crosses down the arms, and he put that on. Last thing to get was his weapon.
A Gunblade.
Both Seifer and Squall were Gunblade experts. Hence the only rivalry within SeeD. There were no more Gunblade experts to train with. They had both named their weapons. Seifer had named his Hyperion. It was black, slender and long. The top of the gunblade was a gun, joined to a sword, so the two merged. Hence the name "Gunblade". His was a little heavier than Squall's who called his Lionheart.
Seifer was skilled, quick and agile with his use of the blade. Squall was more trained, defensive and idle. He let his blade do the work while Seifer almost danced with his. Two complete opposites, obtaining the same goal. They were both trained to kill.
He grabbed his keys, and trotted outside into Balamb Garden. A rounded path enveloped his eyesight. He began to walk, a little more heavyfooted this time. Not surprisingly some people were like himself, awake and about, the training center was open, and Seifer decided to have a little fun.
Quickening his pace a little, he walked toward the training center. Looking behind him, he glanced at a girl who was walking away from him. "Hm. She thinks she is something" he said aloud. And then it came. He walked straight into her, knocking her down.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeow" She squealed, rubbing her leg. "Watch it, you big meanie."
Recognising the voice, he didnt even have to look down at her. "Gawd..." he retaliated, then he looked down. "Messenger Girl. Well, are you going to apologise for knocking into me?" He mused, his arrogance shining through once again.
"Huh?" she stood without help, dusting down her short skirt which Seifer could only help noticing "Yeah right Almasy. Well, thanks for the help"
"You're welcome, Selphie. And next time, be careful of who you run into. I may not be so nice again" He kept his grin to himself for now.
She brazenly stood with her hands on her hips. "Oh, and I guess thats supposed to scare me, Mister I-Am-So-Big-I-Scare-Myself? You know what, get a different routine, Seifer. Its getting kind of boring."
"Yeah, alright. I'll do that when you grow up." He said, knowing this would bring out a reaction.
"HUH? THATS NOT..."
"Say fair Selphie, and you'll really be showing your age." He let a grin play across his face.
"Well, old timer - you are a full year older than me. You cant talk" She snorted.
"And experienced too" He said, thinking that this girl infront of him had grew a mouth.
"HYNE. GET A LIFE, PLEASE." She was losing her patience with him now.
"Say, Is Irvine Kinneas still doing his 'ride em cowgirl' imitations?" Cocking his head to one side, slight sarcasm in his tone.
"You leave Irvy alone. He's done nothing wrong." She defended.
"Yeah, alright." He smirked.
"Besides, its over between him and I. He's just a friend now." Her tone became serious.
He looked at her for a moment. He read sadness in her eyes. And he felt strange. Selphie looked up at him, her big green eyes staring at him for a moment. So vunerable, alone.
He looked away. What the hell was happening? This was making him uncomfortable. "Say something, Tilmitt."
She coughed. "Wanna go train with me?"
"Sure, messenger girl. I'll train with you, just stand back and watch the man in action." His accent changed to movie-reeltone-announcer, and she let out a giggle.
"Yeah, alright Almasy. Lets go."
"After you."
He watched her walk for a moment, wondering why the hell he was doing so. Her tempting short skirt sashaying as she walked, giving him just a glimpse of a bit of leg most people would never see could be the answer.
But it wasn't and he knew it.