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One (Last) Chance	By : RotSeele Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 3721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sixteen - Seifer POV

Our car rolled into the base and stopped at the checkpoint. We all held our breath as the guard there studied us for several tense minutes.
“Alright, go ahead.” the guard said, waving us past.
I saw Selphie visibly relax at that. We drove through into the missile base without any incident. When we parked and got out, I noticed Selphie begin to pull at the Galbadia military uniform she was wearing. I was glad my face was covered only because I was grinning widely imagining the look of pure disgust/horror on her face. So sue me, I was being childish.
Despite Squall’s confidence, we hadn’t been completely sure that my presence would get us into the base without questions being sent up the chain of command, Quistis had decided that we would dress in the uniforms to disguise ourselves. Since Selphie had agreed - and since I was in the right frame of mind to understand Squall would kick my ass from here to this Esthar place if I didn’t obey the orders of my leader - I hadn’t argued with it. It must’ve surprised Quistis that I was keeping my mouth shut, since she kept giving me furtive glances while Selphie handed out the uniforms.
Let me tell you, it was a challenge not to peek at the girls while they changed into their disguises. I could hear my Ifrit and Diablos grumbling about not being able to have any fun, and Cerberus and Carbuncle were confused by what that meant. I wasn’t going to oblige them by explaining, mostly because I doubted that they’d still understand that there were two naked girls behind me and I was pointedly keeping my eyes forward. When it was my turn to change, I did it quickly, and I was pretty sure Selphie had gotten a glimpse of my ass, because her cheeks had turned a healthy shade of pink before she pulled her helmet on.
“Following the launch on Trabia Garden, prepare for the launch on Balamb Garden. All personnel, take your positions.” intoned a voice, crackling over the loudspeaker.
“When is launch time?” Quistis asked, keeping her voice low.
Selphie stamped her foot. “It doesn’t matter! We have to stop the missiles! That’s all there is to it, right?! If there’s a door, we go in! If there’s anything we can break, we break! And in the end, we blow this place to smithereens!”
“Well,” I said, “let’s do it.”
“Let’s get a move on!” Selphie punched the air, striking a pose. I was certainly glad that no one was around to see her do it, because she was giving us away with every movement. She quickly led us to the nearest door and through it. We entered a small room that had another door, no doubt leading deeper into the missile base, but-
“It’s LOCKED!” Selphie shrieked. She focused on the panel beside the door. “Insert ID card!? But... we don’t have one!”
I grabbed her shoulder to keep her from going into a full-on tantrum. “Selphie, calm down.” When she turned to look at me, I blew out a sigh. “Stop yelling. We’re in disguise here. We can’t be drawing attention to ourselves, or we’ll be caught.”
It doesn’t matter in the end, anyway. Ifrit grumbled.
Shut up. I growled at the flame GF. I don’t need the peanut gallery giving me an anxiety attack.
Ifrit growled back at me. If Leonhart didn’t care about you so much-
What? What would you do? Manifest yourself and burn the place to the ground? How would that help Squall?
Ifrit seethed for a moment, then receded from my immediate consciousness. Damn Leonhart for being so buddy-buddy with these goddamn demons. They barely listened to the rest of us, but they fell over backwards for him.
Quistis held out her hand then, maybe to stop me from berating Selphie even more. “I found this in the car. Maybe it’ll work?”
Selphie took the ID card from Quistis and I let her go. I watched her put the card in the slot, and we all stood there without breathing for fear something might go wrong. But the computer whirred and beeped, and then there was the sound of a lock turning.
“Verifying...” the computer voice intoned. “Access granted...”
“Whoo-hoo!” Selphie crowed.
I shook my head. I guess nothing will change her. I wonder if Squall put me with her to test my patience. I know he figured my being here would allow us to move faster, but... for the love of Hyne, I’m going to get my revenge on that man. I followed Selphie and Quistis in, only to nearly run into them when Selphie stopped short on the walkway. Ahead of us, a guard stood rigid by a door. He hadn’t noticed us yet, but we needed to act fast. I couldn’t give Selphie any cues and neither could Quistis, not unless we wanted to give ourselves away.
“It might look suspicious if we’re uptight,” Selphie said in a soft whisper, “so let’s just act casual!”
With her leading the way, we kept a slow, sedate pace as we walked single-file past the guard. We were halfway down the walkway when the guard barked, “Hey! You! Stop right there!”
I tensed, ready to grab Hyperion and silence the guard forever. Even Selphie and Quistis seemed ready to attack first and ask questions later.
“Hah!” the guard continued. “Walking in a single file... Your parents must have raised you well. That’s very good manners! Always be thankful to your parents for bringing you up!”
“Yes, sir...” Selphie responded. I could hear in her voice how confused she was, and how much she thought the guard was an idiot.
“I like how he assumes we have parents,” I said softly.
Quistis smiled, and she probably would’ve laughed if we weren’t still within earshot of the guard. “Of course we have parents. But they didn’t raise us. And all lessons in manners were lost on you, Seifer.”
“Hey, I listen to who I feel like listening to.”
“So you just feel like listening to Squall?”
“He has a nicer ass than any of my other commanders.” I replied in a deadpan. Both Selphie and Quistis stared at me with their mouths hanging slightly open. I kept a straight face, knowing that if I so much as twitched my lip, they’d figure I was being facetious.
“That explains soooo much,” Selphie said softly.
“What?” I asked, confused and wary at the same time.
“Nothing! Come on! We have a mission!”
I glowered at Selphie’s back as she marched us into another room where there were more guards standing at attendance. I couldn’t pin her to the wall and demand what she meant, not when we were on a relatively tight timetable. We spent a good twenty minutes running back and forth across the base, delivering messages from one group of soldiers to another and back again. At last we found ourselves heading back toward the first guard, and as soon as we delivered our message to him, we entered into the circuit room.
Selphie went immediately to the giant console on the far wall, while Quistis stood guard by the door. I watched Selphie punch buttons randomly, frowning as nothing happened. I stepped up beside her, leaning my hand on the console. She tensed under my closeness, and meekly looked up at me.
“What do you mean, ‘it explains soooooo much’?” I asked with barely disguised malevolence to my words.
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “Uh, well, you know...”
“No, I don’t know.” I growled. “So why don’t you explain it to me?”
“Uh, well. I don’t really know Squall all that well, you know. But the way Quistis and Zell were talking about him told me that they did, and, uh, you know, they said he was different. More serious. Waaaay more talkative, too. It was like he was a different person.”
Well. I blinked, glancing toward Quistis before I focused on Selphie again. Looks like the kids are more observant than Squall figured they were. I was going to have to mention it to him when we got back. Either he was going to have to come clean and drop the facade he was trying to present to the world, or he was going to have to change the way he acted subtlety enough that it would look like a natural transition.
“And,” Selphie continued, focusing on pressing random buttons again so she didn’t have to look at me, “from what they said about you, you hate Squall. Or at least do whatever you can to make his life a living hell. Bullying him and stuff like that.”
“We’re rivals.” I said.
Can’t say he’s your lover yet, can you? Ifrit chortled. You haven’t even gotten to second base with him.
I don’t want to know how you know the term ‘second base’. I responded.
Is he your boyfriend then? Carbuncle asked, bouncing from paw to paw. He sounded proud of himself for knowing the word ‘boyfriend’.
Hyne bless the furry little creature’s heart, because his innocence smoothed the edges of my fraying temper. I was still going to ask Squall to give me someone other than Ifrit, though, because sure as shit we weren’t getting along.
“Well, whatever you are,” Selphie was saying, completely ignorant of my internal argument with the Guardian Forces Squall had lent me, “you two are totally different with each other now. Quistis and the others couldn’t figure out why, but Rinoa and I had a theory, so we talked about it privately, and we decided that there’s gotta be a certain reason why you and him aren’t at each others’ throats anymore and it wasn’t because he was the leader.”
Quite certain I really didn’t want to know what insight Rinoa had into my relationship with Squall, and quite certain I was being masochistic by bulling ahead anyway, I asked, “So what did you two decide?”
“That you two being rivals was something everyone else decided on, and you two were just displaying your love for one another in the only way you two really knew how and that Squall could only be dominant to you if he was in a position of power, which he is, ‘cause he’s our leader, and so there had to be a good reason for you not to challenge him in that position, which there is, if you’re constantly staring at his ass.” Selphie beamed up at me, so utterly proud of herself and Rinoa for figuring out our apparent ‘game’.
I don’t know if it was temper or pure surprise that made me do it, but I punched the console as hard as I could. Selphie squeaked breathily and jumped back as the lights on the console flashed before the room’s power suddenly shut off, immersing us in darkness.
“Uh, Seifer? You okay?” Selphie asked, concerned.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I reached out to grip Selphie’s shoulder, making her tense. I made sure my face was close to hers as I hissed, “You will not tell anyone else. You got me?”
“Loud and clear.” Selphie squeaked. “But... can I at least tell Rinoa? She’s gonna owe me sooooooo much gil.”
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