Finally, chapter 2.

Warning, contains OOC Seifer & randomness. But, then again, Risika is random.

Cid led me to the elevator. On the way I saw Seifer sitting on a bench.

"Hold on, headmaster, sir. I have to tell someone something," I told the aging man.

"Sure, I'll be waiting at the elevator, dear," Cid replied. I called out a quick thanks, then turned to Seifer. The blonde stood up as I came closer. He was taller than me by a few inches, causing me to need to look up a bit to see into his eyes.

"I'll be down in a few, the headmaster has some paperwork I need to complete," I told the handsome teen, who shrugged.

"Just don't stand me up. I don't like it when girls do that." Emerald green eyes narrowed into a glare as the young man crossed his arms.

"I won't ever stand you up, if you don't ever stand me up," I told Seifer seriously, putting one hand on my hip. Silver eyes met emerald, and he nodded, a smile playing at his lips.

"I'll be waiting here." I smiled softly, looking up into Seifer's face as he whispered to me one of the most familiar lines, to me at least. He looked so different without his usual smirk and the scar. His face was more defenseless, softer, and somehow more childish.

"I know." Then I turned to go complete the thrice damned paperwork.

That's almost exactly how the game begins! I thought as I hurried to the elevator. Cid had gone up already, so I got into the elevator by myself. As the elevator started up to the headmaster's office, I went over the most familiar lines of the game, to me at least.

I'll be here…

Why..?

I'll be 'waiting'… here.

For what…?

I'll be waiting… for you… so…

If you come here…

You'll find me.

…I promise.

I've always wondered who's talking to who. Is it Squall talking to Rinoa? I mean, that sounds like him, pausing a lot, trying to find the correct words. But he just as easily could be the one asking the questions, and Rinoa's answering them…

I continued to ponder that little troublesome thought while I read through the papers, filling out my full name (Risika Auroras Rengar), DOB (July 17), age (16), gender (female, duh), height (5' 6"), weight (132 lbs), hair color (auburn), skin color (white) , eye color (silver), family members (unknown), etc, etc, etc.

Finally, after three huge packets of the same information, I was free to go. I told the headmaster thanks and practically ran into the elevator. As the elevator made its way slowly down the central column, I tapped my foot impatiently, crossing my arms in annoyance.

When it finally reached the main floor, I hurried over to Seifer. He was exactly where I left him; he hadn't moved an inch. I smiled as I reached the leader of the Disciplinary Committee.

"You know, you didn't have to take it so literally. You could've at least sat down," I chided. He laughed, smiling one of his biggest smiles I'd seen thus far.

"Nah, I'm a big boy," he chuckled, casually wrapping one arm around my shoulders. "Now, you still up for that tour?" I looked at the taller man, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

"Are you serious? Of course I am!" I told him. "First, can we find me a weapon?" Seifer thought about it, then nodded.

"This way, malady," he said, sweeping his unoccupied arm toward the elevator again, leading me with his arm still around my shoulders. I smiled. That little touch told me he might, just might, hold the same feelings I have for him.

I allowed the blonde to lead me into the elevator, leaning my head against his shoulder while we waited for the lift to take us up to the 2nd floor. I noticed his smile at my touch, which boosted my hopes a couple notches. Though, I took care to mot allow my hopes to get too high so I wouldn't be crushed if he didn't want me.

My heart ached at the thought. So, I shook the thoughts from my head, instead reveling at his touch.

"Mmm-kay, we're here," Seifer whispered into my ear. I jumped, shivering slightly in delight as his breath whispered across my ear. "C'mon. The weapons hall is on the other side of the Garden."

"Why does it have to be so friggin' far away?" I grumbled. I allowed myself to be led from the elevator to the halls. He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound vibrating through my chest.

"I dunno. Just the way it is," Seifer shrugged slightly. As we walked through the hall, the… attractive blonde pointed out the different classes, explaining the concept of each class.

The classes included: magic, history, martial arts, weapons training, folk lore, flora and fauna classifications, and others. Each subject had at least three teachers, and the classrooms that were used to teach those classes were always grouped together.

As it turns out, the weapons hall was next to the martial arts and weapons training classrooms. Seifer fetched an instructor from one of the classes. As he returned, the blonde introduced us.

"Risika, this is Instructor Kelp. Instructor Kelp, Risika Rengar, the new recruit." I giggled at the instructor's name. I mean, seriously, whose last name is Kelp?

"Pleased to meet you, Risika," the male instructor saluted. He had short grey hair, and hard, unpitying hazel-colored eyes. He was obviously fit, being a weapons instructor. He was also short, only about 5'2.

"The pleasure's all mine, instructor," I replied, saluting. When he finally eased, he looked me over, muttering softly to himself as he circled me. I struggled against my own instincts, telling me not to let him behind me.

"Fit, that's good. Too many students aren't physically fit when they first come. Long arms and legs. Must be a quick one. Plenty of muscles. Wonder how flexible she is?" Instructor Kelp's voice was way below a whisper, it was just a breath of air, but I was able to make out the words. The instructor looked at me, waiting.

In response, I started to do all sorts of feats that could only be achieved with a high level of flexibility and balance. He nodded sharply. I glanced at Seifer, who was smiling. I returned it briefly before returning my attention to the still circling instructor.

"Come with me," he ordered suddenly. When Seifer started to follow, the instructor looked at him briefly, before nodding again and continuing into the locked weapons room. Only the instructors of the martial arts and weapons training classes, headmaster, and Garden Faculty had the keycard to open the "storage" room.

Instructor Kelp went right to the close combat weapons, but ignored the gunblades. I pouted, then Seifer came by and wrapped his arm around my shoulders again, causing me to smile up at the handsome, slightly (alright, alright, very) cocky blonde. The gray-haired instructor glared at the blonde, who backed up a bit, hands in the air and head bowed submissively, a sight I'd have never thought I'd get to see.

I stifled the giggles that threatened to erupt by placing my hand firmly over my mouth. Seifer, seeing my shoulders shaking, mock-glared at me before smiling slightly.

The instructor snapped me back into reality, if this is indeed reality, by standing in front of me with a katana. Instructor Kelp handed it to me, and I grabbed the hilt. Almost immediately, the moody instructor (seriously, he's almost as bad as Squall!) snatched the sword back, shaking his head.

The next weapon was another sword, a broadsword. Again, it was handed to me and immediately snatched back. This process repeated with every weapon handed to me. Apparently, Mr. Moodypants can tell when a weapon is right or not, because it seemed routine.

I was given a whole assortment of swords, whips, nunchakus, guns, and even gunblades. Once I was given a weapon that was similar to a Frisbee launcher (it was called a Pinwheel), only to have it snatched back.

Seifer was growing bored, and I was getting impatient. I wanted to yell at the gray-haired weapon's instructor, wanted to tell him to just give me a friggin' weapon and be done.

After yet another nunchaku was snatched back, Instructor Kelp paused for a moment before going to the daggers. I wasn't familiar with any kind of dagger, but the ones in the weapons hall were beautiful and deadly.

Kelp carefully lifted a pair of daggers off of the shelf. This time, instead of shoving the weapons in my hand, the instructor carefully handled the daggers, gently holding them out to me. I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me, which made me wonder what was up with this particular pair of daggers.

My thoughts raced through my head as I carefully grabbed one dagger in my right hand. This time, I didn't have it snatched out of my hand. Even if it would've been snatched back, I would have fought tooth and nail to get it back.

It felt perfect, my hand wrapped around it naturally, as if it were made for me and me alone. I grabbed the second dagger with my left hand; again it fit my hand perfectly. I noticed the hilts of the daggers were slightly warmer than all of the other weapons I'd handled all morning. On an impulse, I slashed at the air in front of me.

Instructor Kelp brought out his own weapon, a katana, and attacked. I moved quickly, dancing out of the blade's path, using the daggers to deflect blows I couldn't dodge. We sparred in the narrow space of the weapons hall for a while, before Kelp called a halt to the proceedings.

"Guess we found your weapon, Risika," Seifer smirked. The instructor nodded as he sheathed his weapon and walked up to me with the daggers' sheaths, which were to go either on my thighs or on my belt.

"This particular set of daggers is known as Sondra. They are best at conducting electric and wind magic," I was informed.

I endured an example of how to care for and clean the daggers as well as a lengthy lecture and what not to do, how to fix a dent or something, and other things. When the instructor was done torturing me and I got out of the claustrophobic weapons 'hall', I examined my new weapons more thoroughly.

Both were identical, so I only took out one dagger. It was made out of a metal that had a light blue tint. The edges were pure silver and gathered the blue tint as the metal moved toward the middle of the blade, where it was a pure blue. The hilt was normal-looking, with black and blue ribbon for the grip.

Once I looked at the dagger for about 5 minutes, I carefully sheathed it. Seifer once again put his arm around my shoulders.

"It's been rumored only the purest of people can wield those daggers. Many good knights have laid hands on those daggers," the tall blonde commented.

"Hmmm. Does that mean I have a pure heart?" I asked.

"I haven't seen you do anything to prove otherwise…" Seifer replied. We went back down to the first floor. "Well, you already know where the Infirmary is." He waved his hand down the corridor that led to the place I'd been cooped up for too long.

"Don't remind me, or I'll gut you with these daggers," I threatened, glaring darkly at him. He chuckled again, the low rumblings vibrating in my chest and getting rid of my dark mood.

"So, Seifer?" I ask. He looked down at me, meeting my eyes. "Do you have any friends?" He chuckled again.

"Of course. They both have early classes, though."

"What're they like?"

"Well, Raijin is big, tall, muscular, dark skinned, and rarely shuts up. He has a tendency to end every sentence with 'ya know?' But he knows how to make people laugh. He uses a staff and thunder magic in fights. He can also fight hand to hand. He also enjoys reading, and he's actually gentle.

"Fujin, well, she's quiet. She usually talks with one word sentences. She's small but fierce, like Raijin's other half. She has only one eye, having lost the other in an accident, but she's a great fighter. Fuu has short silver hair and uses a shuriken and wind magic… And she will kick. She mainly kicks Raijin when he's being particularly talkative, or if he's trying to do something that'll get him in trouble." He chuckles, remembering the two's constant bickering. I cover my mouth with a hand to stifle the giggles.

"They sound like my friends/adoptive fathers. Always bickering, two sides of the same coin. Tom and Andrew are brothers, who saved me when I was dying and have unofficially adopted me," I explained. "I love to watch them fight. Andrew usually ends up pinning Tom in the end." I sighed, remembering the bickering that escalated into a full-blown fight within a few minutes.

"Sounds like you're very fond of the two." I looked up at Seifer again.

"Of course, they're the ones who took me in when I had no place to go," I replied. Seifer chortled again before waving a hand at the corridor we were passing.

"This leads to the Quad. Events like the Garden Festival are held here."

"Hmmm. I'll have to check it out!" I giggled. "Hey, why were you in the infirmary this morning?" I ask suddenly. The blonde looked nervous, and avoided my question, instead showing me the rest of the garden. I get shown the cafeteria (well, I end up getting a huge meal), the dorms (Seifer said we will find my dorm later), the parking garage, training center, library, and front gate.

"So, what were you doing in the infirmary this morning," I demanded again.

"Huh? Oh, that…" Seifer looks so damn adorable when he's embarrassed! His face goes a slight pink and he avoids my eyes, while rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. "Um… Well, I decided… to, um, go into the, ah, training center…" he trails off. I look at him expectantly.

"Without, err, any curative magic. Or potions," the blonde finally tells me. I look at him, shocked. Then I start laughing.

"Oh…My…God!" I manage between laughs. "You? Going without, hahaha, cures? Oh, Hyne Seifer! Why?" I finally gain control of myself, only giggling occasionally. "Man, that…wow…"

"Hey, I learned my lesson! Stop laughing!" the young man beside me said. I smiled at him innocently. "Hyne, help me…" he says, shaking his head as a grin forms on his face.

"So, what happened?"

"Well, first a couple of Grats, the damn things, jumped me, then, when I was busy with the friggin' Grats, a friggin' T-Rexaur comes up behind me. He would've gotten me, had the Grats not ran off. I turned at the last moment, and he grazed my arm, nearly biting it off." He again looks away sheepishly.

"Seifer, Seifer, Seifer…" I said to the blonde, shaking my head. "You're supposed to be aware of your surroundings at all times," I lecture the poor boy until he finally agrees not to go in without someone there to watch his back.

"So, are you done chewing me out?"

"Mmmm…" I think about it for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah, I'm done. For now. Now let's go to the training center!" I shout, pulling him along with me as I run toward the said destination.

Seifer, barely keeping his footing, yells at me to slow down, watch where I'm going, etc, etc, etc. We arrive at the Training Center, laughing and out of breath.

"So, ready for a lesson in hand-to-hand combat? Or, rather, a beating?" I taunt.

"Bring it!" the blonde responds, leading me into the center. We only go to the first area, not inside the actual center, so we won't be ambushed by a monster. Seifer takes Hyperion out of her sheath and sets her point down on the concrete wall. I put the two Sondra daggers on top of the same wall, behind Hyperion's hilt.

Seifer, I notice, moves gracefully through his stances. And, I must admit, he looks yummy! Hyne, damn it all! He's really getting to me, isn't he?

I shake my head clear of those thoughts, and slide through the stances and moves taught to me to my adoptive family. Thankfully, although I'd forgotten them, my body hasn't, so I just let instinct take over and move my muscles into the appropriate positions.

Eh, random. Risika gets her weapon(s), a tour, and is going to (try) to give Seifer a 'lesson in hand-to-hand combat.' Uh, hope you like it!

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