I'm trying to write the story I had originally intended.
I don't own any of the Final Fantasy 8 characters, but the six newbies are mine.

I have the pictures of my original characters on my system, so if you want to see the folks you aren't familiar with, go to thao5.tripod.com/galleries/mydraws, and at the end of that address, type in the name of the character '.jpg' and you should see them.

I'm not sure if they use the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. calendar, so I'm going to modify it slightly. Mon. is Moon day, Tues. is Tyr's day, Wed. is Odin's, Thurs. is Thor's, Fri. is Freya's, Sat. is Saturn's, and Sunday will remain the same or be called seventh day... I'm not sure.
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Chapter 3

"Finally got the last of these done," Kiros sighed as he finished the pile of Lagunese papers.

"You are going to help with the rest of the files," Squall didn't even look up from his file.

"After I check the daily message box," Kiros stood, and cracked the majority of the bones in his body as he did so, causing both of the younger men to flinch.

A knocking on the door accompanied Kiros' accessing the system for updated information, so when Seifer walked through the door, he was among the first to learn that they had a surprise visitor due the next day.

"Did anyone else know that Rinoa Heartilly and General Caraway are on their way here?" Kiros looked up, "They'll be here at 0600 hours tomorrow."

"Actually," Seifer looked at the timepiece on the wall, "That's 0600 hours today."

"It's morning already?" Kiros looked up, and peered at the timepiece, "Well all the same, we need to tell the others about the change in plans."

Max blinked, "Oh, damn, that's right! We actually have a class to teach on Odin's day!"

"And why aren't you all trying to catch sleep while you can?" Seifer snorted, "Or do you want to exhaust yourselves. Not that I care, but you guys frying would seriously cut our ranks as instructors, and things are bad enough as it is."

"It's not like we have time," Squall closed a file, then stood, "After all, there isn't anyone volunteering to help with this."

"It's not like we don't because we don't want to," Seifer snorted, "Though that's part of it too, but we can't either."

"Sure," Max picked up a file and tossed it at the just slightly taller blonde, "Like you guys don't have spare time."

"Considering how long it's taken you three to figure out," Seifer glanced at the stack, "ten files worth, do you think we'd do any better?"

"Who knows?" Kiros grinned, "Try it, and you just might help us more than you hinder."

"I wouldn't count on it," Max said under his breath.

"I heard that," Seifer smirked.

"Fine," Max stood and walked out of the room.

"Let's hope all of this can wait until this afternoon," Kiros shooed the other two out of his office, "And let's pray that the Sorceress and her father haven't decided to show up for any dire reasons." ~



Well, I think things are starting up... Let's see what Rin's up to.