Final Fantasy 8 shinazz. Vignette style.
Am in a serious Final Fantasy rut right now. Which is odd. I've never actually played FFX-2 first hand, yet I've found such shiny new playthings in it (Gippal/Baralai, or Gippalai, to be exact XD). And, well, one thing leads to another (like having 1000 no Kotoba on repeat in the background. I'm slipping, I know). So after I depleted the existing pieces of good Gippalai fiction, I slid back to previous flights of fancies for withdrawal comfort.
Big help that was, as you can see here.
Got sick of having to sludge through crap-fiction where everyone is horribly out of character (::clings to sexylyon's Sins of the Living::). Got sick of pieces where Squall is a one-dimensional anal retentitive prick (which he COULD be, but dude, at least make him a TWO-dimensional prick), or where Seifer is a bipolar fluffwad on steroids gone wrong.
So I decided to do something about it. And woe is the world for my attempt.
This isn't an original concept, nor do I believe it to be a very new concept behind Seifer's motives. But I don't think it's quite that common. Should anyone be able to recall and have a link of a full-length piece that contains similar theories as to the one presented here (one word summary: posessive!Seifer) donate, please? This piece was written in 30 minutes and is a pathetic cry for sustenance. I'm in a desperate need for a good fic fix right now.
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Why Indeed
by kasugai gummie
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A sharp bark of laughter rent into the long silence between them. Flat, proud, and harder than Zell's head, the twin shards that were Seifer's eyes bore into her, through her, past her.
"Why." His voice was held at a flat, reasonable, though mocking, level. In fact, she would've applauded him his control had she not have been Quistis Trepe, and he not have been Seifer Almasy. "You want to know the Hyne-fucking reason why."
He didn't ask. He stated, as if she weren't his superior in both rank and age.
He also made it obvious that, despite the trials they all went through in the past year, his self-possessed arrogance hadn't abandoned him in the process.
"Yes."
Seifer turned towards the ornate panes of glass again and an unnatural length of silence stretched between them. Again.
"Leonhart is like a fucking virus," he drawled out, staring hard at the architectural wonders of the Garden below. Though it was highly doubtful he saw any of it. "If you hadn't noticed."
No, she hadn't. In fact, she would have begged to differ. But Quistis remained silent for the ex-Knight's benefit.
"He's managed to breach all our systems, without us noticing..... just by ignoring our very existence. And now we can't get him out. Sad isn't it?" The hollow chuckle crept into the space between them. "Ever wonder what it'd be like without him?"
"No."
"You should try then. 'Cos I fucking can't." Seifer paused, letting the implications, whatever they were, sink in before continuing. "You probably can't do much better THAN try either. But if you do, by some freak chance of nature, imagine up a scenario, I'd call you a fucking dope and start smoking whatever crack you're on."
"I'd rather you not. "
He went on, ignoring her affronted retort blithely. "I spent a good deal of our time at the orphanage just trying to get him to notice me. Just me. Insulting him, annoying the breathing shit out of him." Here, an almost wistful expression twitched on Seifer's lips before wiping into a frown. "Aside from when we actually beat the crap outta each other, he barely noticed."
Quistis sat rigid in her plush revolving chair as he turned back to look at her with that agate-like gaze.
"And that was even before he fucking Junctioned to that ice bitch."
"... that's a novel way of referring to a Guardian Force. Especially Shiva."
Seifer sneered. "Yes, well, She can go rot anywhere but in his brain. Man's already fucked up as it is and suffering from long-term memory loss because of her." Seifer exhaled, dislodging a stray lock of gold back into place. He turned from where he so casually lounged against three layers of silicon glass to favor his former instructor with an unreadable gaze. "So you want to know why I betrayed the world and tagged along with her bad-assed, psycho, time-witch Ultimecia."
At this point, the way he said it made her believe that she'd hear the reason whether she wanted to know the gory details or not.
Inhale. Hold the breath. Then he began. "You're all aware that she promised power, domination, my dreams, yes? But none of those were the deciding factor. In fact, the problem with Ultimecia's offer was that whether or not I went with her wasn't quite as important as I would have liked to think..."
He trailed off. A slender eyebrow arched far above wire-rim frames. "That seems rather hard to believe, Seifer," Quistis murmured, tapping an idle finger against the desktop's sleek finish.
He snorted at her skepticism. "You're not thinking. Being first choice doesn't necessarily mean I was the ONLY choice."
"You mean she had other choices? But what does that have to do with Squa--"
"Use your brain Trepe," Seifer snapped, closing the distance between him and her with a few long strides. He leaned against the sturdy wood frame, long-boned hands splayed across the dark surface. "Or has your extended leave from teaching short-circuited your brain?"
She opened her mouth, only to close it again. What did Ultimecia's interest in Seifer have to do with Squall indeed... almost unbidden, she could feel her eyes widen at an alarming rate as she watched shadows chased themselves across the hard green-blue of Seifer Almasy's.
"It was either him or me." He voiced her unspoken conclusion, indignant anger contained behind a mask of cold fury, but barely. "And Squall was mine. Is mine. And there was no fucking way I'd allow her to sink her claws into him, second best or not."
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Fin
Completed: 03/27/05
POST-SCRIBBLING THINGS:
1) I fucking GROVEL at the shrine of fussybishounen. Ed, you're amazing and I don't deserve your gift. ;_____;
2) FF.net has come up with new ratings. Guess the smut will no longer be persecuted, hmm? >D
Big help that was, as you can see here.
Got sick of having to sludge through crap-fiction where everyone is horribly out of character (::clings to sexylyon's Sins of the Living::). Got sick of pieces where Squall is a one-dimensional anal retentitive prick (which he COULD be, but dude, at least make him a TWO-dimensional prick), or where Seifer is a bipolar fluffwad on steroids gone wrong.
So I decided to do something about it. And woe is the world for my attempt.
This isn't an original concept, nor do I believe it to be a very new concept behind Seifer's motives. But I don't think it's quite that common. Should anyone be able to recall and have a link of a full-length piece that contains similar theories as to the one presented here (one word summary: posessive!Seifer) donate, please? This piece was written in 30 minutes and is a pathetic cry for sustenance. I'm in a desperate need for a good fic fix right now.
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Why Indeed
by kasugai gummie
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A sharp bark of laughter rent into the long silence between them. Flat, proud, and harder than Zell's head, the twin shards that were Seifer's eyes bore into her, through her, past her.
"Why." His voice was held at a flat, reasonable, though mocking, level. In fact, she would've applauded him his control had she not have been Quistis Trepe, and he not have been Seifer Almasy. "You want to know the Hyne-fucking reason why."
He didn't ask. He stated, as if she weren't his superior in both rank and age.
He also made it obvious that, despite the trials they all went through in the past year, his self-possessed arrogance hadn't abandoned him in the process.
"Yes."
Seifer turned towards the ornate panes of glass again and an unnatural length of silence stretched between them. Again.
"Leonhart is like a fucking virus," he drawled out, staring hard at the architectural wonders of the Garden below. Though it was highly doubtful he saw any of it. "If you hadn't noticed."
No, she hadn't. In fact, she would have begged to differ. But Quistis remained silent for the ex-Knight's benefit.
"He's managed to breach all our systems, without us noticing..... just by ignoring our very existence. And now we can't get him out. Sad isn't it?" The hollow chuckle crept into the space between them. "Ever wonder what it'd be like without him?"
"No."
"You should try then. 'Cos I fucking can't." Seifer paused, letting the implications, whatever they were, sink in before continuing. "You probably can't do much better THAN try either. But if you do, by some freak chance of nature, imagine up a scenario, I'd call you a fucking dope and start smoking whatever crack you're on."
"I'd rather you not. "
He went on, ignoring her affronted retort blithely. "I spent a good deal of our time at the orphanage just trying to get him to notice me. Just me. Insulting him, annoying the breathing shit out of him." Here, an almost wistful expression twitched on Seifer's lips before wiping into a frown. "Aside from when we actually beat the crap outta each other, he barely noticed."
Quistis sat rigid in her plush revolving chair as he turned back to look at her with that agate-like gaze.
"And that was even before he fucking Junctioned to that ice bitch."
"... that's a novel way of referring to a Guardian Force. Especially Shiva."
Seifer sneered. "Yes, well, She can go rot anywhere but in his brain. Man's already fucked up as it is and suffering from long-term memory loss because of her." Seifer exhaled, dislodging a stray lock of gold back into place. He turned from where he so casually lounged against three layers of silicon glass to favor his former instructor with an unreadable gaze. "So you want to know why I betrayed the world and tagged along with her bad-assed, psycho, time-witch Ultimecia."
At this point, the way he said it made her believe that she'd hear the reason whether she wanted to know the gory details or not.
Inhale. Hold the breath. Then he began. "You're all aware that she promised power, domination, my dreams, yes? But none of those were the deciding factor. In fact, the problem with Ultimecia's offer was that whether or not I went with her wasn't quite as important as I would have liked to think..."
He trailed off. A slender eyebrow arched far above wire-rim frames. "That seems rather hard to believe, Seifer," Quistis murmured, tapping an idle finger against the desktop's sleek finish.
He snorted at her skepticism. "You're not thinking. Being first choice doesn't necessarily mean I was the ONLY choice."
"You mean she had other choices? But what does that have to do with Squa--"
"Use your brain Trepe," Seifer snapped, closing the distance between him and her with a few long strides. He leaned against the sturdy wood frame, long-boned hands splayed across the dark surface. "Or has your extended leave from teaching short-circuited your brain?"
She opened her mouth, only to close it again. What did Ultimecia's interest in Seifer have to do with Squall indeed... almost unbidden, she could feel her eyes widen at an alarming rate as she watched shadows chased themselves across the hard green-blue of Seifer Almasy's.
"It was either him or me." He voiced her unspoken conclusion, indignant anger contained behind a mask of cold fury, but barely. "And Squall was mine. Is mine. And there was no fucking way I'd allow her to sink her claws into him, second best or not."
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Fin
Completed: 03/27/05
POST-SCRIBBLING THINGS:
1) I fucking GROVEL at the shrine of fussybishounen. Ed, you're amazing and I don't deserve your gift. ;_____;
2) FF.net has come up with new ratings. Guess the smut will no longer be persecuted, hmm? >D