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Magic of Halloween	By : Zierra Category: Final Fantasy VIII > General Views: 678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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6 PM

Irvine smoothly slipped into the dark blue suede suit jacket and posed for Selphie who squealed excitedly.

�That looks great! Totally meow!�

He grinned at her through the mirror, biting back his comment. If someone looked totally meow it was� well, him too, but mostly Selphie.

The light blue, knee long dress she wore might look innocent enough to any bystander, but Irvine had seen all that lace underneath that skirt, to give it volume and although Alice in Wonderland technically didn�t have a cleavage Selphie had used her artistic licence to make some minor alterations. Minor alterations that little Alice could only dream of having.

Besides, that blonde wig she wore left little room for discussion who she really was portraying, and it also fulfilled a few fantasies that Irvine was too much of a gentleman to ask for.

�We ready?� he asked, adjusting his collar.

�Yep, super ready!�

As they walked arm in arm to the Quad, Selphie became more exuberant for each step.

�Can you believe how many we�re gonna be? I think everyone I invited are coming, plus the obligatory few that I didn�t invite. Isn�t it creepy that we won�t be able to tell who some people are? Think about it, Irvy, this party will be like one big blind date!�

Irvine smirked. Selphie had been hanging out with him too much (or maybe just enough, depending on who you asked) to make an analogy like that.

When they

Irvine thought the place looked perfectly fine, but he must have missed some critical error, because Selphie came to a screeching halt.

�Who put that there? And why is that spotlight not pointing at the punchbowl? Can somebody please remove that table and who, for Hynes sake, authorized that huge jack-o�-lantern?�

�You did�, someone muttered just on Irvine left before running off, executing one of Selphie�s many orders.

�Sweetie�, Irvine tried to calm. �Relax. They�ve been busting their asses to finish in time, give them some credit.�

�But I had it perfect in my head!�

Irvine chuckled lightly and rubbed her back.

�They�re not mind readers, Selph, and you can�t do everything by yourself. You wouldn�t have time to get dressed.�

�But I drew them a picture�, she whined, the fake blonde hair slightly askew. Irvine felt pity for Selphie�s Festival Committee. She was an awesome party planner and she had the most creative and imaginative mind he had ever had the pleasure to come across, but she couldn�t draw a picture to save her life.

Even her first map of the fastest way to her room that she had given him in the beginning of their relationship had proved to be a disaster. After trying to follow her directions, it turned out that the fastest way was to ask Zell.

�It looks fine to me, Gorgeous. Let�s go spike the punch, ne?�

�Hm�, Selphie scoffed and pouted. �I guess it�ll have to do. And sorry, Irvine. Zell made the punch. It�s already spiked.�

***

7.30

With her hair tucked neatly underneath a black wig of silky smooth and arrow straight hair, Quistis made her quiet entrance.

She had told everyone that had asked that she would arrive at 7.15 only to come fifteen minutes later. It wasn�t to be fashionably late, it was to fool anyone that would be expected to wait for her. At least now she had a small chance of remaining unnoticed.

She handed her colourful and richly decorated invitation to the pirate by the door, who put it under close scrutiny.

While he did, she adjusted the thin purple veil she wore to cover her nose and mouth and took a final look at her wardrobe. The long white skirt was gold ornamented along the high slits that followed up both her legs. A gold chain - not unlike a charm bracelet she had once worn - was slung loose around her waist like a belt and it chimed exotically with each step. Her top was of an almost see-through material, leaving her shoulders and neckline bare. Around her wrists she wore big ivory bracelets. With the gold tiara on her head, she felt like a real foreign princess.

The pirate handed the invitation back and gave her a toothless grin.

�Welcome to the party, miss Trepe.�

She smiled behind her veil, recognizing the voice.

�Thank you, Nida.�

Once she had entered the Quad she didn�t feel so special anymore. She immediately spotted Rinoa in an enormous medieval creation, standing out in its burgundy mass of what must be velvet. But she looked stunning and she wore it complete with a crown and a necklace that looked more pricey that a new fan belt for Garden.

With a blur of blue she suddenly had Selphie by her side.

�Oh my god, Quisty, you look absolutely beautiful! Who are you?�

�I suppose I�m not a real person, just� somebody.�

�A breathtaking somebody, too�, Irvine added and bowed. He looked ready to charm any woman within arms length, but she supposed that was the point.

�Oh, shut up, Casanova�, Selphie scolded and punched him in the arm.

�Who is Rinoa?�

Selphie shrugged. �Says she�s Queen Elisabeth of England, wherever that is.�

�A Queen? That explains the jewellery.�

�Yeah, but don�t fret. They�re fake!� Selphie whispered theatrically in her ear. �Come, let�s have some punch, but don�t be grossed out�, she said matter-of-factly as she hooked her arm with Quistis'. �It�s not real eyes of newt in it.�

***

7.45

Squall crept in slowly and kept along the wall while he gently tucked the invitation into his back pocket. Selphie had designed the VIP-invitations after their recipients personalities and he had decided to hang onto it, at least for awhile.

His was rather plain; silver letters on black silk that had been glued onto sturdy paper. In the upper right corner she had sowed on a button, shaped like a lions head.

He was slowly getting bored with the fact that everyone always drew that parallel to his last name, but tonight he�d made full use of it.

Stealthily sneaking around the dance floor, Squall stalked like a cheetah towards the punchbowl.

***

8 PM

Zell had successfully managed to avoid Seifer thus far, at least to his knowledge. He doubted Seifer would spot him and NOT make his presence known.

Hyne above, he was practically begging to be teased!

From what he could tell, there were only four people that showed all of their faces tonight, while others had their covered by moustaches, veils, whiskers, fake noses or something equally creative. Rinoa was brave enough to be recognized, just like Selphie and Irvine. And himself, although he figured he was in a grey zone.

He had realized, as he had made the final touches on his costume, that he looked absolutely nothing like himself without the tattoo. Selphie had almost had a heart attack when she had finally seen him, touching the left side of his face so much the black had started to appear through the make-up. Quistis had been kind enough to lend a helping hand at concealing it again.

But he had been forced to use the concealer cream over his entire face not to get a difference in color, and since it was almost white, he looked as pale as a ghost. Selphie thought he looked serene�

He was surprised at her surprise at his costume. After all, he had borrowed the halo from her.

He sipped his punch (quite literally his punch) and looked around. He tried to guess who was who but after seeing Quistis� attire, he figured it was a lost cause. He would never have guessed it being her if she hadn�t lectured him for putting alcohol in something minors would drink.

Someone bumped into him from behind and Zell miraculously managed not to spill the orange-red concoction on his snowy white robe.

�Sorry�, he heard a deep male voice murmur before said someone wearing all red walked away. Zell sent a glare in his direction and put his costume under intense scrutiny. Once he had established he had gotten away clean, he took another sip and resumed his perimeter check. In the corner of his eye, he saw that the red man had stopped and slowly turned towards him.

Zell�s natural baby blue eyes met with vicious red contacts and for a moment he was blissfully unaware.

�Chickie?� Seifer�s unbelieving tone and dumbfounded frown would have made Zell howl with laughter if the situation hadn�t been so un-comedic as far as he was concerned.

�Seifer?�

They eyed each other for a minute before Seifer chuckled.

�I�ll be damned.�

�Obviously you already are.�

Seifer costume consisted of his steel-toed boots to give his step a heavy thud, red slacks and a blood-red button up shirt. For arguments sake he wore a black tie that suitably had a small devil at the base. He also had a fake goatee and topped it all with a black hat.

The taller blond could have impersonated any completely red-suited character, but the pointed tail fastened in the back of his belt and hung casually over his shoulder told him exactly who Seifer was imitating. And he made that assumption before he noticed the telltale pitchfork in his left hand.

Seifer was the devil.

�You totally played on my idea!� Zell yelled and pointed an accusing finger at Seifer.

�I had no idea what you were going as, I just followed you reasoning. If everyone thinks I�m the devil, why not prove them right?�

�And why should I believe you?� Zell was fuming and he wished he had at least brought his gloves. Not that they would have gone well with the rest of his attire. �Huh? You�ve been bugging me all week, trying to figure out what I�ll go as.�

�I saw you at the costume shop with that bird-suit. How the fuck was I supposed to know you�d go all angelic on me?�

�You asshole-�

�Stop fighting! This is a party and kids are listening.�

A dark figure prowled past them, efficiently silencing them both.

Through chocolate-colored hair poked two black cat-ears. His nose was painted dark grey and on each cheek there were four whiskers drawn with eyeliner. A long, furry black tail was pinned in the back of leather pants, underneath a leopard-spotted tank top.

Seifer and Zell exchanged a bewildered look after staring at the retreating back of their interrupter.

� Squall?� they asked in unison.
******
TBC
Maybe I�ll leave it there. That�s as close to a cliffhanger as I can get, but it�ll have to do. I said I was gonna post all of it, but I�m going back on that promise. This is so much more fun!

And hopefully more fun is to come!

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