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Luck on His Side	By : Vovo Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and its characters are not my property, they belong to Square-Enix. I don't receive any profit from writing this fanfiction.

Chapter List
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Word Count: 3,270
A/N: So this is the last chapter... Sorry to keep you waiting.
Luck on his side

Chapter 12
Seifer felt excited when he heard of Squall's returning from his world tour. It had been a success, the band traveling to all the continents. And Seifer had been waiting all this time...
The doors opened slowly, but soon, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Seifer stared at the sight of his leather-clad savior and walked towards his direction. He realized Squall carried his luggage with him and his beloved guitar.
"I thought you would go to your house before coming here."
"I did. I picked up some things there. Can I leave them here?"
"Sure," Seifer answered promptly.
"So you'll let me live here with you." Squall dropped his luggage to the floor and closed the door, staring at him in question.
Seifer blinked a few times in confusion. "What?"
"I'm leaving my parent's house. I spend more time here anyway."
"Do you really want to live with me?" Seifer asked in astonishment.
"If you don't kick me out. I can help you pay the rent."
"I know, but that's not the problem..."
Squall arched one eyebrow in question. "Then what is?"
"Come on, you have money. You can live somewhere better."
"I like it here." Squall closed their distance. "I like your room." He warped his arms around the blond's neck and pulled him closer. "It smells like you." Squall buried his face on the blond's neck and breathed in deeply.
Seifer felt his heart melt at the gesture, as if he would be nothing if the brunet let him go. "God, I need you so much," he kissed the brunet's temple. "You don't know how much I missed you."
"I'll be here with you if you let me." Squall lifted his gaze to stare at Seifer's eyes. "I'm out of the band."
"Are you serious?" Seifer stared at him with incredulity.
"I told you before I'd do it when we finished this gig."
"But I thought things were better, you were composing better songs."
"I learned a lot in my time with them, but I realized we have to follow our own way. I need to find what is better for me now."
"You've grown up." Seifer ruffled the brown bangs.
Squall frowned slightly. "I'm not a kid."
"Yes, now you're a grown up man. I'm so proud of you." Seifer pinched the brunet's cheeks playfully.
"Stop that." Squall brushed the hand away.
Seifer smirked and pulled the brunet by the waist, almost making Squall lose his balance with the sudden movement. The blond meshed their lips together and kissed him deeply, only stopping briefly for the brunet to take some air into his lungs. Squall let himself be guided by the hot mouth, following the blond's tongue movement with his own. When the kiss ended, Seifer stared at Squall's face. "So does it mean you missed me too?"
"Something like that."
"Something like that? Romantic as always, Squall," the blond chuckled. "So what you're gonna do now that you're not in Rising Sun anymore?"
"I'm gonna give you a job."
The blond arched an eyebrow. "And what would that be?" he asked in curiosity.
"I need a new manager."
"And why would you choose someone with no experience at all?"
"Because I don't want someone interested in my money. I will give 20% of what I receive and no more than this. If you work hard, you can get a good amount of money. You can even go back to studying."
"It'd be the most stupid thing you've ever done."
Squall stared deeply at Seifer. "I trust you."
The blond was silent for a moment, still trying to convince himself he heard what the brunet said. "Then you the first one to tell me that."
"I know that you work hard, and if you commit yourself, you can do anything."
"I'm not sure. I've tried many things in my life and none of them worked."
"And what about me? If you hadn't talked to me at that club, I wouldn't be here now."
"Well, that might've been luck."
"Then maybe you can get lucky again." Squall picked his things from the floor and carried them towards the bedroom. "Think about it. I don't know when I can give you another chance."
Seifer watched as his boyfriend walked confidently through his apartment and felt strangely unsure of what to do. It seemed that when the brunet came back, he had the intention to change his life. The blond felt as if his world was turning upside down. What would he do? Would he quit his job for something he had never done before? What did Squall think? That he would change his life like that? Choosing an unknown path just for a thin hope that it may work? Like in a fairy tale, everything would be alright? Even though he thought it was a crazy idea he still searched in his pocket and picked his cell phone to call his boss. As he waited for Steve to pick up the call, his heart beat like a drum. Finally, after a brief moment, he heard the familiar voice.
"Hey, Steve, I won't be able to work tomorrow."
"Another leak?" came the muffled reply.
"No, I'm quitting."
A moment of silence lingered in the air, before Steve's voice came back. "...Why?"
"I'm trying another thing." Seifer was unsure if he should tell why, but he thought his boss, or ex-boss would laugh if he told, so he just said "I'm sorry."
Another moment of silence took place, a while longer than before, but the voice eventually came back, "It's okay. Do the best for your life." There was a brief pause before Steve continued. "Come here tomorrow for us to settle things."
"Okay..." Seifer answered shortly before finishing the call.
Then... that was it? It was just like that? It had been more simple than he thought, but he felt like he did something bigger. He looked around and saw the same living room of his apartment, the same furniture, the same walls, the same posters, but something was different. He took a deep breath and sat on the couch. Seifer picked his laptop and adjusted it on the coffee table. He stared at a blank screen before turning it on. His fingers typed How to become a music manager when the search box appeared. A good number of links came into his view and he choose one of them to start reading.
Then that was the beginning of it.
xxx
Seifer was waiting at the backstage after the Highwind concert. He was glad he knew some guys who could give him tickets and put him on backstage. The concert had been amazing, the band playing all the good old songs and the best songs of their new album. Highwind was one of the few bands really worth seeing at the time and it had been a while since they had been in Balamb.
After some apprehensive moments, Seifer saw the band members getting to the backstage. He saw a blond man with clear blue eyes drying his sweaty face with a white towel.
"Cid," Seifer called the man.
The man stopped his movements briefly, but then continued to wipe the sweat off his face and searched for some water to drink.
"Cid!" Seifer called again.
The leader of the Highwind finally decided to look around to see where the source of the voice came from.
Seifer walked to Cid's direction and extended his hand. "I'm Seifer Almasy, it's a pleasure to meet you personally."
The man stared at the tall blond and contemplated his face, before extending his hand to accept the greeting. "Well, I'm Cid Highwind, but that you seem to know already. Can't say it's a pleasure to meet you too, because I don't know who you are."
"I'm a big fan of your work, I listened to all your albums."
"You downloaded them from the Internet."
"No, I got the CDs."
"You really do, don't you?" Cid averted his gaze for a while and then stared back at Seifer with a smirk in face. "It's not everyday I see someone of your age telling me that. Okay, you picked my interest, what do you want?"
"I wanted to know if it's true what they say about you."
"And what is it?" the man asked in amusement.
"If you curse like a sailor."
The man laughed at that. "That's a fucking lie."
Seifer chuckled in amusement. "I can see that."
Cid patted the other blond on the shoulder and led him to a place they could get something to drink. They leaned on the counter and picked some beers for themselves. After a few gulps, Cid stared at Seifer again. "Alright, what do you really want from me?"
The tall blond's expression became a little more serious and he stared deeply into the other man's eyes. "I know your new guitarist will be out of the band for a solo project. You'll need a new one for Highwind."
"Ah," Cid drank some more of his beer and stood silent in thought for a moment. "Where did you get all this information?"
"I know some people."
"Yeah... I can see that." Cid's expression became serious. "But I don't think you're the type for my band."
"I'm not volunteering myself."
"Oh no?" the blond arched an eyebrow.
"It's for someone I know. He's a good guitarist."
"And where is he? I don't see anyone with you. Or is he hiding in your pocket or something? I don't want a coward who cannot speak for himself."
"I'm his manager."
Cid laughed at that. "Stop telling me jokes."
Seifer took a deep breath, it would be more difficult than he thought. "Listen to him and then you can say if it's a joke or not."
"I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I don't have time." Cid finished his beer in one gulp and left the bottle on the counter. "Listen, it's good to know you appreciate my work, but I gotta go now."
"Just listen to one song, goddammit."
Cid stopped on his tracks and stared at Seifer. "And where's the goddamn song?"
The other blond wasn't ready for it. He had prepared a pack with some records from Squall to deliver to Cid, but he didn't have a song ready to show him. The only option he had was to pick his cell phone and look for a Rising Sun's song. He chose one that wasn't very famous and let it play, hoping Cid would be interested.
The man listened to it intently, and for Seifer's surprise, he hadn't asked for the other blond to stop it in the middle or made a sarcastic comment.
When the song ended, Seifer stared at him intently. "So...?"
"That seems to be one of those songs that play on the TV."
"...Well... You didn't like it."
Cid stared at Seifer for a while and then answered. "No." He then patted him on the back sympathetically. "Listen, I can see you're trying hard to convince me. But that won't do."
"Wait... It's not the best he can do, just listen to one more song. Just one more song."
"I know you're wasting my time." Cid averted his gaze and muttered a curse, before looking back at Seifer. "Go on, I'm listening."
The young blond searched desperately for a better song and remembered the one Squall composed for the second album. His special song. He let it play and hoped that he could really convince Cid that time, because he knew he wouldn't have another chance.
The leader of Highwind listened to it intently and when it ended he didn't say a word.
Seifer was getting nervous at the awkward silence... He needed an answer. "Cid?"
"He won't be in my band."
Seifer felt a sudden coldness envelop his body as his confidence crumbled down. His fingers trembled slightly as he put the cell phone back in his pocket. So he had failed... That was the feeling of failing... again. And he had not failed only for himself, but for the most important person in his life. He shouldn't have let his job, he shouldn't have dared to become something else, it had been a bad idea.
"Even so, it was good to talk to you," Seifer said after a while and turned to leave the place.
Cid saw the young man taking a few steps away from him, before calling his attention. "You didn't let me finish."
Seifer stopped suddenly and turned slowly to look back at Cid.
"He doesn't have a place in Highwind, but I know a band that needs a new guitarist. The one they have sucks."
xxx
They entered the small club and it was easy to find a table available without reservation. The place wasn't that near from the stage, but it wasn't that far either. The club wasn't crowded, it had a lot of costumers, but they could breath without smelling the sweat of other people.
"What do you want to drink?" Seifer asked.
"Tonic water," Squall replied.
The blond chuckled at that. "You're at a club and you're drinking just water?"
The brunet went silent in thought for a while and then answered. "A Coke."
Seifer rolled his eyes and called the waiter. "A beer... and a coke."
As soon as their drinks arrived, the band went on stage. Their small group of fans cheered and the curious people who didn't know them stared in curiosity. They weren't a very famous band, they had just started to play together for a few months and they didn't have a fixed name. Even though it was a new band, all the members had played in other bands before.
"What do you think?" Seifer asked after a couple of songs.
"It's different."
"That's a good thing?"
"They're good."
"Do you want to play in that band?" Seifer stared at Squall.
"I'm not sure." The brunet kept looking at the stage.
"Do you want to meet them? I've never heard of them. Do you really want to give it a try?"
xxx
The band members agreed to meet them some hours before their next concert. The venue was bigger than the club they had played the other night, but the place was empty due to the hour. Just the band members were waiting.
"You're fucking kidding me," said the red-haired vocalist. "Hey, guys, Cid sent us a clone of that guy from that band that appears on TV... What's their fucking name? Dying Sun, some shit like that. He knows I hate that band."
Squall stared at him with a blank expression on his face.
Seifer stared at the brunet at his side. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
"What's happening?" A man with long dark hair walked towards them.
"Cid's fucking laughing right now, Tseng."
"You're the guy Cid talked about." The man stared at Squall intently. "Aren't you from that band."
"Yeah, Rising Sun. I was. I get out of the band. I need a new one. I liked what I saw the other day at the club."
"Oh... how honored we are, great ex-guitarist of Rising Sun," the red-haired vocalist said. "Should we bow? Lick your feet?"
"Reno..." Tseng stared at the other man disapprovingly and then back at Squall. "That's really what you want? To become our guitarist?" the man said in a reserved tone. "Are you serious?"
"Yes." Squall said.
"How do we know you're telling the truth?"
"I can play for you."
They heard a few claps from Reno. "You'll play just for us?" he asked mockingly.
"..." Squall stared at him coldly.
"Then do this." Tseng crossed his arms over his chest. "We're waiting."
Squall was unsure if he really wanted to be in that band, but he took his guitar out of it's case and starting plugging the instrument. After some time of preparation, he started to play before the scrutinizing audience of musicians. He chose a new song he had been composing at the end of the tour and just played the way he did best. Squall felt no pressure at all. Even though there were people judging him, he knew he just had to play the best he could.
When Squall ended he stared at the two band members and only received silence in return. After a few moments, Reno looked at Tseng briefly and shrugged. He lifted himself from his seated position and walked towards Squall, putting his arm around his shoulders and leading him to the stage. "You have to meet our drummer."
Squall realized there was a bald man with sunglasses staring.
"Rude, this is our new guitarist, say hi to him."
The man adjusted the sunglasses on his face and then seemed to be staring at Squall's direction. "Hi."
"He doesn't talk much." Reno turned Squall again and pointed at the dark-haired man. "That serious guy there is at the keyboard. I'm the vocalist and I play the bass too, I'm very versatile, I can do a lot of things at the same time..." Reno smiled at Squall as if they have always been best friends. "We just have one concert tonight and other one in the next week. Then we can talk again when we kick our guitarist out of the band. What do you think? Do you want a beer... ex-Rising Sun's guitarist, what's your name again?"
"Wasn't it something like Leon?" Tseng asked.
"Yeah... Leon, I saw it at the cover of a magazine," Reno said.
"The name's Squall. Squall Leonhart."
xxx
Epilogue
The first concert of Lion Heart with the new vocalist was on a much smaller venue than Squall used to play, but that was okay. He had always felt somewhat uncomfortable in the middle of huge crowds.
Squall was a little anxious because, for the first time, he would play everything he was capable of. He felt much more at ease to compose with his new band.
Seifer was in the place he liked the most in a concert: the first line of the audience. There he could feel all the vibration of the concert, feel all the reaction of the audience and have a full view of the band. Squall stepped on stage with the same style of clothes he used to wear: leather pants and belts. His hair was a little longer and he had the silver pendant in the shape of a lion's head. He started to play with confidence, truly feeling each of his songs. Seifer watched as he gave his best performance so far and the audience was in owe with the quality of the band's songs. It had been amazing.
When the concert ended, Seifer ran to the backstage. There he saw a blue-eyed brunet coming down the stairs of the stage. His tight fitting clothes were clung to his body and his brown locks were falling over his perfect face in an unruly fashion. His eyeliner became a blurry shadow around his eyes, but it only enhanced his beauty.
Seifer was hypnotized by the brunet that walked towards his direction and he only awakened from his dream-like state when a pair of arms circled his neck and a warm body pressed to his. He warped his arms around the brunet and let him hear his voice filled with emotion, "It was incredible, you were awesome."
Squall pressed his lips to the blond's ear and said softly, "It was all because of you."
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A/N: I was having doubts about the quality of this work and I tried to see what I was doing wrong, but there was almost no answer. I don't know if some of you realized but I left a note in the end of one of the first chapters. I asked if there was anyone interested in the story, because I was thinking about deleting it. But I just couldn't do this without a warning, I had to ask because I never left a story unfinished or deleted one. I've been a writer for some years and I know what it is to be a reader too. I felt sad when I was reading a story and there was no ending, so that's why I always finished what I wrote. So thinking about discontinuing something was very serious for me. After I posted that note I received a message from the moderation that my story was in danger of being deleted, because they interpreted it as a way to ask for reviews to continue the story. Well, I was thinking about deleting it, I was not certain, that's why I asked for opinions. And I didn't ask for reviews, I said to contact me if someone was still interested. There are ways of contacting me without reviewing. When I received that message, it was my work break and I was going to take a flight the next day for a trip. I wouldn't have time to argue or anything, so I just deleted the note in the end of the chapter. That's why it vanished, if anyone noticed.
It was very hard for me to keep posting it just because I had to keep going. I noticed that there were hits for this story, but I didn't have a certain idea if people liked it or not. I knew that some people had interest in reading it at some time, but people lose interest. Well, I know that AerithBunny was interested in it and 6 or 7 people gave it a good rating at some point. But you may have noticed that I was dissatisfied with my writing. I'm sorry to have disappointed you AerithBunny and guys, but I could only guess what could be done for it to get better.
I've been asking myself if I should write another SxS or not and I decided to try once more. It had been my favorite pairing for 10 years and it was the reason I read fanfics and maybe the reason I started writing, even if I didn't start with FF8. I think that deep down I wanted to contribute with some work of mine. And maybe that was why I started to learn English too. Well, I'll see if I can do something decent and maybe I'll post it. But no promises here. If I can't do this, I wanted you to know that I tried and that I lived this dream until the end. For now I'll leave this fandom for better authors than me.
Thank you if you still kept reading this story.
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