Of Moogles and Chocobos

BY : RentaiKitten
Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 593
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Square-Enix. (Square is mother, Square is father, ... recognize the quote, lol?)

A/N: No moogles, chocobos, or horses were hurt in the writing of this piece.


Prologue: Expect the Unexpected

The blond god sat brooding in the cafeteria, watching the ebb and flow of the lunch crowd like so much flotsam and jetsam upon the waves. The Trepies sat together in cliques and laughed as if the Neo-Sorceress War hadn’t nearly made a martyr out of their idol. The Card Club sat apart from the others as well, almost as aloof and arrogant as the blonde god himself.

The rest of the student body were sprinkled through the cafeteria, chatting and nattering on without a care in the world. Fools, all of them. He watched them all with a dark glare that screamed of his inner turmoil. His lip curled in disdain as he took in their lack of focus, then gave himself a mental shake. And just what was *his* focus?

An absolutely evil smirk crept across his lips, causing a few of the older students who knew more of him than just reputation to get up and leave the cafeteria rather quickly, lest they attract his “special attention”. He snorted. As if he would deign to soil his hands with the likes of them. He had bigger fish to fry, like a Techno-trout and a Quiet-mouthed bass. Yes, revenge could be one hell of a focus.

An auburn haired body threw itself into the chair across from him, rudely interrupting his private vengeance fantasies. “I want in,” Quistis growled.

Seifer put on his most adorable face, to which the other only shook her head. “I have no idea of what you are talking about, Qu-tie,” he said innocently, reverting to the name he had called her at the orphanage.

“Leave the puppy dog looks to those who can pull them off, big guy,” she returned. “Especially Zell.” Seeing his reaction to the name, she leaned closer and lowered her voice. “I. Want. In.”

The gunbladist stared at her thoughtfully as he considered her request. Still trying to distract her, he allowed an out. “Elaborate.”

She smiled, knowing what he was up to, but gave in to his request. “For the past two weeks, you have been quieter than usual. Not angry-about-to-detonate quiet, but an introspective kind of quiet. It’s normal for you when you are reaching an internal decision. But it’s the reactions of the other two that gives the game away.”

Emerald eyes lasered into hers and large shoulders flexed beneath the new black trench. “Just what *game* do you think you know about?” he growled warningly.

“Don’t bow up on me, Seifer,” she returned, nonplussed by his display. “I am just stating what anyone with two brain cells to rub together could see. Maybe they don’t act like it around *you* but the rest of the time they are out of character. One’s a cactuar on speed and the other is smiling. Yes, the glacier is s-m-i-l-i-n-g,” she added smugly at his look of disbelief.

“Look, Seifer, the general consensus throughout the Garden is that they attempted or succeeded in playing a practical joke on you - what the actual joke might have been varies widely. You wouldn’t believe some of the possibilities that some have suggested. But anyway, I’ve been watching you. You have just passed from how-dare-they to I’m-getting-even-with-those-fuckers. And I want in.”

“…’in’? …”

“I want a piece of your retaliation, at least against the glacier. As long as it’s nonlethal, highly embarrassing, and all effects can *eventually* be reversed, I will back you to the hilt.”

Emerald eyes narrowed again as thoughts clicked through, before widening with comprehension. “Our beloved commander is *still* giving you crap about shacking up with Ward, isn’t he?”

“How many times?” she deadpanned as she gave him a ‘well-duh” look.

“Talk to him, Qu-tie. You don’t need to get involved in my soap operas just to get even.”

“Have you ever tried to kill a horse with a flute?” she quoted from the gunbladist’s favorite movie.

Seifer chuckled ruefully. “I guess you have a point. He can be a bit blind, huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he considered her proposal. “Ok, but just against Squall.”

“Absolutely! Hyperactive hot dog fiends are not in my job description. Just get that moody, introverted bastard off my case and you’ve got a friend for life, big guy.”

The most devilish grin broke out across his face, causing a few more of the more knowledgeable students to abandon their lunches for the safety of leaving the immediate area.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do …”


TBC

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"How many times?" and "Have you e ver tried to kill a horse with a flute?"
are quotes from "Circle of Iron", zen sort of martial arts movie starring Eli Wallach (Magnificient Seven; The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly) and Carradine - (Keith? David? The old guy would does all the martial arts/Shou Lin monk movies). The plot is a quest for the Book of Knowledge and the trials Cord (whose real name I can't recall) and Carradine (whose movie name I can't recall) undergo. They meet Wallach in the desert - He has decided all evils in his life were caused by his "male bits" and he is trying to get rid of them. Funny movie, but good drama and martial arts scenes. In US, it is run on either TBS or TNT.


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