Gift for dark_squall
Title: By the Way…
Author: cassandrablue
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Rating: PG (Language)
Notes: This fanfic is for dark_squall as a part of ff_santa. Merry Christmas! J
I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. Squall kept letting those words run through his head as he glanced around the training area. Every year Balamb Garden made the SEEDs-in-training play this ridiculous game of tag. And every year Squall found it just as pointless as he had the year before. All of the trainees were paired up and sent into different areas of the Garden’s training area. It was each pair’s job to spar with other couples; whoever beat the most pairs in sparring matches was declared the winner. More often than not, the team that included SEED’s star gunblade wielder won first prize as well as the envious glares of Balamb’s students.
It would’ve been like all the years before if Squall hadn’t been cursed with such bad luck.
Instead of the usual annoyingly sweet females the brunette had a habit of being a partner of, Squall had to deal with the one and only Seifer Almasy. And of course, this was by no means a good thing, considering Seifer hated the idea of Squall’s existence.
“Hey Squall!” the cocky blonde called from a few feet ahead. “Where the hell’s your head at today? Walk faster!”
Squall couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Typical Seifer. Always needing to have control. But Squall wasn’t ready to take orders anytime soon, and just to emphasize this fact he slowed his walking pace to the speed of a snail.
“Now I figure we’ll have a good chance of winning if we sneak up on the other groups.”
Gee, did you figure that on your own? Squall wondered with annoyance.
“Our first target has to be Chicken-Wuss and his partner. That guy can’t keep his trap shut for shit; it’ll be easy to find.”
Squall suppressed an exasperated sigh. If there’s one thing Seifer likes, it’s hearing himself talk.
He knew it would take the blond a bit more time to realize that he was several yards ahead of Squall. The image of an attractive cadet passing Seifer as he spoke to what looked to be the air floated through Squall’s head with fondness. He could just see the girl giving his partner a look of utter confusion as Seifer planned out their moves. The brunette’s grin widened as his feet touched the bridge, for Seifer showed no signs of slowing his motor mouth.
A sudden cry of astonishment interrupted the brunette’s happy thoughts. “SQUALL WHAT THE HELL!”
“Wha…” Squall blinked, only to find himself dangerously close to the edge of the bridge with only a rope separating him from impending doom. Squall desperately tried to regain his balance as he looked down at the gushing river below, only one of his feet planted firmly on the wood.
“Hold on man I’m coming for ya!” he heard someone scream. But it was too late.
He felt his foot finally give up. Squall frantically tried to shift his weight in an attempt to fall backwards but with no luck. Squall closed his eyes and let the wind rush passed him. He was falling…
Falling…
Falling…
When he finally decided to open his eyes, Squall was only a few feet away from the river. But he was… Floating?
“I got ya!” That voice… Squall finally gained the strength to glance at his savior. Soon after he wished he hadn’t, for all he saw was his rival gripping his wrist with great determination. Seifer heaved several times all with no luck.
“I can do this myself,” Squall glared at the blond with obvious embarrassment.
Seifer snorted. “Like hell you can! I’ve got you dangling for your life! I could easily drop you!”
There was no way to deny this fact, so Squall just sighed angrily. After several failed attempts Seifer pulled the gunblade wielder with enough strength to bring him back to land.
A large crowd of cadets had formed around the duo, all with looks of concern. Zell laughed hysterically. “Well that’s pretty awkward.”
Squall glared at the tattooed boy as he hoisted himself onto his feet.
“Oh and by the way…” Seifer began as he dusted off bits of dirt.
Squall sighed. Here it comes. He’s gonna say I owe him something. This is the last thing I need right now.
“What?”
Seifer grinned his priceless grin. Squall’s stomach dropped. “I still hate your guts.”
Author: cassandrablue
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Rating: PG (Language)
Notes: This fanfic is for dark_squall as a part of ff_santa. Merry Christmas! J
I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. Squall kept letting those words run through his head as he glanced around the training area. Every year Balamb Garden made the SEEDs-in-training play this ridiculous game of tag. And every year Squall found it just as pointless as he had the year before. All of the trainees were paired up and sent into different areas of the Garden’s training area. It was each pair’s job to spar with other couples; whoever beat the most pairs in sparring matches was declared the winner. More often than not, the team that included SEED’s star gunblade wielder won first prize as well as the envious glares of Balamb’s students.
It would’ve been like all the years before if Squall hadn’t been cursed with such bad luck.
Instead of the usual annoyingly sweet females the brunette had a habit of being a partner of, Squall had to deal with the one and only Seifer Almasy. And of course, this was by no means a good thing, considering Seifer hated the idea of Squall’s existence.
“Hey Squall!” the cocky blonde called from a few feet ahead. “Where the hell’s your head at today? Walk faster!”
Squall couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Typical Seifer. Always needing to have control. But Squall wasn’t ready to take orders anytime soon, and just to emphasize this fact he slowed his walking pace to the speed of a snail.
“Now I figure we’ll have a good chance of winning if we sneak up on the other groups.”
Gee, did you figure that on your own? Squall wondered with annoyance.
“Our first target has to be Chicken-Wuss and his partner. That guy can’t keep his trap shut for shit; it’ll be easy to find.”
Squall suppressed an exasperated sigh. If there’s one thing Seifer likes, it’s hearing himself talk.
He knew it would take the blond a bit more time to realize that he was several yards ahead of Squall. The image of an attractive cadet passing Seifer as he spoke to what looked to be the air floated through Squall’s head with fondness. He could just see the girl giving his partner a look of utter confusion as Seifer planned out their moves. The brunette’s grin widened as his feet touched the bridge, for Seifer showed no signs of slowing his motor mouth.
A sudden cry of astonishment interrupted the brunette’s happy thoughts. “SQUALL WHAT THE HELL!”
“Wha…” Squall blinked, only to find himself dangerously close to the edge of the bridge with only a rope separating him from impending doom. Squall desperately tried to regain his balance as he looked down at the gushing river below, only one of his feet planted firmly on the wood.
“Hold on man I’m coming for ya!” he heard someone scream. But it was too late.
He felt his foot finally give up. Squall frantically tried to shift his weight in an attempt to fall backwards but with no luck. Squall closed his eyes and let the wind rush passed him. He was falling…
Falling…
Falling…
When he finally decided to open his eyes, Squall was only a few feet away from the river. But he was… Floating?
“I got ya!” That voice… Squall finally gained the strength to glance at his savior. Soon after he wished he hadn’t, for all he saw was his rival gripping his wrist with great determination. Seifer heaved several times all with no luck.
“I can do this myself,” Squall glared at the blond with obvious embarrassment.
Seifer snorted. “Like hell you can! I’ve got you dangling for your life! I could easily drop you!”
There was no way to deny this fact, so Squall just sighed angrily. After several failed attempts Seifer pulled the gunblade wielder with enough strength to bring him back to land.
A large crowd of cadets had formed around the duo, all with looks of concern. Zell laughed hysterically. “Well that’s pretty awkward.”
Squall glared at the tattooed boy as he hoisted himself onto his feet.
“Oh and by the way…” Seifer began as he dusted off bits of dirt.
Squall sighed. Here it comes. He’s gonna say I owe him something. This is the last thing I need right now.
“What?”
Seifer grinned his priceless grin. Squall’s stomach dropped. “I still hate your guts.”