The Mountains Win Again
A/N: I think we have just a few chapters here to go. Been forever since I updated. I'm eager to wrap up this fic and look into writing some different FF8 stories. Enjoy
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Seifer's gunblade whistled through the air, striking the grat perfectly. The creature fell dead, with a howl. "I still got it." Seifer smirked, sheathing his gunblade. "Almost..." He frowned, fingering his aching right arm. It had been a few weeks since his return to Garden, and with all the healing supplements and steroids in his system, he was mostly recovered. Although, he wasn't quite what he had been before. His right arm was a bit sluggish, and at times felt a bit weak.
Since the accident, his left hand hand had become the more dominant of the two, and he had even begun to use his gunblade in his left hand as well. It was almost like learning all over again. But considering the state of his right arm, left was clearly the better option.
Silently, he looked over the battered remains of the beast which he had just wasted. His eyes emanated the cold, emotionless stare he had learned to conjure so effectively. He had grown more and more somber as the date of his upcoming Seed exam approached. So much so that Quistis had actually sat him down and pointed it out.
"Hey." He heard a voice from behind him. It wasn't a kind voice by any stretch of the imagination. Almost hostile sounding, but more along the lines of a distant, confrontational tone. He cooly turned to look at the person behind him, not surprised to see Squall Leonhart in his signature pose. Arms folded, one knee bent, and frown plastered across his face.
"Yes?" Seifer asked, his posture still and cautious, his eyes fixed firmly on the commander before him.
"You intend to take the Seed exam, correct?" Squall inquired, without the slightest change in tone.
"Yes I do. Why is this your concern? Cid handles Seed recruitment duties." Seifer pointed out matter-of-factly.
"Not anymore." He smirked. "And considering it's entirely up to me whether you'll be staying in this facility or not, I would say you should tread carefully."
"You're a bastard." Seifer replied, once again in an unwavering matter-of-fact tone, as he placed his hands in his pockets, and steadily walked past his fundamental adversary, and out of the training center.
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Quistis' pen clattered to her desk, as she began to massage her forehead. She had a raging headache, and piles of work to do. She also had been spending less time with Seifer as of late. With her demanding job, and his preoccupation with his Seed exam, they just didn't have the time or energy for each other anymore.
She looked up sharply, slightly startled by the knock on her door. "Come in." She said.
The door opened slowly, and in walked Seifer. Normally she would be elated to see him, but he didn't look too happy. "What's wrong?" She asked, reading his demeanor with ease.
"What's wrong?" He repeated the question. "Puberty boy is now in charge of seed exams." He said flatly, plopping down in a chair in the corner."
"Ooh..." She winced unconvincingly "Tough break."
"This isn't funny, damn it!" He stood up briskly.
"I'm sorry." She shook her head. "It's just... Wow, when it rains, it pours."
"What are you talking about?" He asked frustratedly, looking out the window.
"Ha, sometimes I could swear Hyne hates us."
"I wouldn't doubt it." He concurred. "I have to go." He said, as he made for the door.
"I love you." She said. Unfortunately, by the time she said it, he was out the door. She simply shook her head and resumed her work.
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A/N: Short chapter, I know... It's getting close. About 2-3 chapters left I think.
