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Uprising: The Beast Wars	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Announcer: All passangers for Balamb Town report to the platform. I repeat, all passangers for Balamb Town, report to the platform.
This is the seventh announcement he's heard within the hour.
Announcer: All passangers for Deling City report to the platform. I repeat,
"All passangers to Deling City, report to the platform." Kait mimicks the very human announcer's robotic mantra.
Kait paced back and forth a small portion of the train station in Timber, waiting as patiently as he can on the switch board to change from Delayed to Running into Galbadia Plains. He's been layedover for a good fourty minutes now, and he's starting to lose hope that the train will ever come in.
He went in and out of mental boredom by balancing on the edge of benches, or land and concrete trimming. He began to blast at passersby like he were holding his katara-gunblades, and all the people were snarling monsters looking to tear the flesh from his body, or render him dead for its family to eat for dinner... and maybe dessert if they save his feet. This adorable little black boy played along by powering up and standing on a bench claiming that he was a mighty G.F. and would join his party for an while if Kait could defeat him. The battle was tough, the Chocobo loving teen had many things thrown at him- namely white tic-tacs that Kait had in his pocket.
When the little boy finally admitted defeat, Kait let him join his party for an ice cream-popsicle from a stand not far from the train station; the little boy's mother got around to snagging him when their train arrived. He then played Triple Traid with a couple girls who were giggling at his antics with the child while they waited for their own train. He won two out of the six matches played, because he isn't the best at Esthar rules and he played Trabian and Balamb rules the times that he'd won.
Another guy waiting for a train to another location in order to hop a train from there, told him stories about his cadet days. And when he was gone, Kait was bored again and just staring around the station area. He then began to see how far he could walk away from the station before he was called back because the train showed. ...He got to the edge of town.
Bored again and staring at his boots tap dancing for him while he sits on a bench, he noticed that everyone had to re-evaluate their plans into Southern or Western parts of the world. What could be going on with the trains today? When he found himself practicing hand-stands, he knew he was truly losing it.
Phone in hand, he thumbs through the address book to find Mara's name. "Mom, its me." He just did a reenactment of a drink commercial by slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand.
Of course she knows its Kait, no one else would call her 'Mom'.
"Anyway, the reason I'm calling is because the trains aren't running into the Plains today. They're actually not running to a lot of places, so I'm stuck in Timber right now..." He listens to her. "I'm gonna keep checking back but it's getting late and I might end up staying overnight or transfer over to Dollet later after I eat. But I'm just telling you not to worry about me if I don't make it in today."
He looked pained as he waits for the answer, which he hopes isn't a mental freak out. She's like Squall in stereo, because he'll give you the uncomfortable 'I'd rather you be around me' vibe while Mara nags, and gets on your case like a mother.
The rest of the conversation, now that his point was made, is something like this:
"Okay." To 'well, if it can't be helped.'
"You too." To 'I love you.'
"Bye." He hangs up.
"Phew!" He swiped the back of his right hand across his forehead for dramatic effect. Infact that went so well, he feels like trying it out. That magical thing heroes do after a really bitching and really tiring and everyone is proud and looking to releave battle tension... Victory dance!
Graceful as a broken chicken's wing, his arms fan up and over his head like a tidal wave then he raises his right hand in the air leaving the other on his hip. Victory. Or not. Seems a little short... Well, he's working on it! Victory dances don't come easy. He wondered if battle ever got so hectic that by the end of it you just gotta do something. He figured passing out would be good enough.
"Ahaha!" Came an all too familiar laugh from behind the boy. "I know that isn't my nephew getting his groooove on over there!"
"Selphie, Rinoa, hey!" He waved.
He's actually really glad to see them. He had only brought enough money for the one train over not all the layovers and alternate rides he's dealing with.
"What are you doing here?" Rinoa asks over his shoulder when giving the teen a hug after Selphie detached herself from the launch on him she'd done. "I thought you'd be in Galbadia by now. Are you ditching going to Mara's house?"
"No. The train isn't running into the Plains, so I'm waiting around." He shrugs. "That, and no one was willing to kidnap me so..." He smiled when Selphie laughed at his joke.
"Wanna chill at our place while you wait?" Nudging him with her elbow Selphie whispers like her words are a secret. "It's freee."
"I was hoping." He put his hands together in plead of something already offered.
"Yup!" Digging into her pocket she removes the apartment key. Handing it to Kait she says. "Guard it with your life."
"I will."
Looking over the switch boards Rinoa cocks her head. "Does that mean we can't get into Balamb Town?"
"No. That's running fine." He scoffs then. "Good luck finding a room, it's tourist season."
"Eeee. I forgot." Groans Rinoa.
"I like tourist season! A lot of my friends from Trabia come over." She bounces excitedly from foot to foot with her arms spread out like she's drawing in love-of-friendship itself to hug. "I can't wait to get over there!"
It was like Santa had delived the Balamb train to the girl the way it pulled into the station right at that moment. Patrons poured out, and without even a single look over her shoulder, Selphie sideways galloped on through the opened door. Rinoa watched with amusement at her friends insane excitement habits, but she had to admit it, a person could really feed off Selphe Tilmitt's jolly nature. Even if they don't mean to. Although at the age of 30 plus, one has to wonder where she gets all that energy of a teenager?
"Bye Kait;" Rinoa waves before crossing the threshold onto the train. "eat whatever you like. See you in December!" She called through the closing door.
Smiling, he raises a hand. Watching the train's departure, he turns away then and heads for the girls' apartment.
8 8 8
Squall cried out when he feels the shot rake up his spinal cord creating a buzz at the back of his head just like its buzzing at his tailbone. He arched and bowed his back while rocking forward and back into the pleasureful object. His breaths are rasp and rapid; and he hated that he's panting for more but dying of lust and need when the vibration would go on longer than a short few seconds when Irvine whispers into his ear, neck, or between his shoulderblades Bang.
He really hates when Irvine wants to show off toys, and by toys he's refering to bedroom toys, because he doesn't wanna know that it feels good. He likes what Irvine does to him, not some object. But damn him, he just keeps saying that its something he has to try; Squall doesn't even get to cave, he's just brought into it by Irvine pleasuring him with his own sex then slipping the toy in on him. Before it was a docking sleeve, which turned out to be really fullfilling because they used it to mutually masterbate while making out. Then there were the glass dildos with hot and cold functions, he still uses that one when Irvine's on a mission for longer than a week or so. This time its a speciality toy dildo with a gun in the back, you squeeze the trigger and it sends vibrations through the penis shaped barrel and with the violent trembling the damned thing is masterful- especially the painted picture of Squall surrendering to the outlaw that's grabbed him from his normal life of working the piano at a saloon. And at gun-point he's asked to do things: sucking fingers, genital, nipples, or to moan a certain way, touch himself... whatever Irvine had in mind.
He felt himself twitch when the toy was removed and Irvine filled him immidiately after. The difference diserably noticeable and he shivers at being moved with his committed's guidance of thrust and hands gripping his hips. His voice sounded almost on its own when Irvine's tongue ran up the back of his ear, flicking at the stud on the lobe when it traced back down.
Irvine released a soft whimper into Squall's shoulder when he felt his husband's sweat sheened torso flex beneath his hand, and he tastes the perspirated heat coming from his body by enclosing his mouth around that strong shoulder and giving it a suckle.
Their pace picked up, as if they needed release at that very moment, or they'd both meet their end to a heart attacked from shockwaves clashing with their bodies' normal pulse patterns. Volume picked up from the pounding bed, the slap of their skin, the shortness of their breaths. This is what wanting it so bad it hurts is like, every touch and move is obsessive to a crying degree. The gun's barrel rolled and shook its way up Squall's inner thigh and between; when reaching the bind between his legs, meaning his genitals, it went a little farther back from there and tapped Irvine's bobbing shaft causing them both to come to an end... They fell into a mess on the bed, sweat beaded, hair dampened in an almost showered and shampooed state.
Their voices gone, they both just sort of pant air instead of verbal sound. It was through then that they noticed the phone buzzing, and both just sort of squint through the darkness in its direction on the dresser.
"Tell whoever that is 'no'." Says Irvine drowsily.
"Assuming I'm gonna answer it." Comments the equally drowsy.
But he had enough strength left to roll over onto his back, and grab Irvine by the cheeks to bring him down for a make-out session of the French kind; they can worry later about who's on the phone. Tonight they need some alone time.
...
"What the hell?!" Zell says when the voicemail comes on. "I know they're at home."
"Are you kidding?" Seifer comments to the very 'harumphed' blond at his side. "Those two haven't had a moment alone in six months. You really think they're gonna answer the phone? Not likely."
"Tch. You're awfully understanding for someone who gets off on playing Interrupting-Cow." Grumpy, he then mutters. "They could at least pick-up to say they're not coming out."
"Oh please, Dinky." Seifer rolls his eyes. "I'm not in the mood to hear you whine like a girl over this, we're supposed to be watching a movie with the Messenger girl and the Princess." Slapping his hand onto the shorter blond's muscular shoulder, he spins him in direction of the line's movement. "Let's focus on that."
"FINE." He huffs like a four year old denied the battery power of a piece of candy.
Stationed still for a moment, Zell then moves out of line a bit to box at the air. A couple back-hands and upper-cuts should cheer him right up. It isn't that he doesn't like the girls or anything, he loves hanging out with them! They've become dear friends and are practically sisters of his. But sometimes, he liked for them all to be together when hanging out in crowds of more than 2 people.
"Uh-oh." Says Rinoa's when approaching the pair. "What's got Zell boxing shadows?"
"Isn't it obvious, he hates you and Selphie's company." Replied the ex-knight while chuckling around a cigarette he's currently lighting.
"Aaww," Says Selphie moving into the line of fire, countering Zell's punches. "well you'll just have to endure us until the movie's over. Hiii-yah!" Her palm clapped against his forehead.
Swatting at her baby taps, Zell shakes his head. "Don't listen to Seifer, I just wanted Squall and Irvine to come along with us."
"So call them." Selphie, always with the simple sollutions.
"I did, they ignored me." He's now batting at the girl's hands, which are circling him with little pokes and slaps on the abs, butt, or top of the head while her poking fingertips landed him anywhere else.
"Well, Kait's not at home. They need some alone time." Rinoa says, feeling the need to explain.
"I know." Zell replied sternly. "Seifer already told me aaall about it. I just think its rude to the girls that they're not hanging out with us on your first night in."
"You didn't have dinner with us." Rinoa contradicts.
Selphie joined in by saying. "You didn't meet us at the train station."
"Okay." Zell cuts in.
"Didn't come to the hotel with us to check-in, only to have to be turned away because they're booked." Continuing with the teasing, Rinoa says.
"I get it!"
"And even though you offered us a room at your houses, you didn't-... mm mm mmm." Selphie tries speaking through a covered mouth.
"Clam up! I get it! Sheesh." He chuckles. "You guys suck." He says when releasing Selphie's chattering mouth.
"Shit. Looks like Warlings is sold out." Seifer says through their jabbings. "Damn tourist- you know the movies here are no different than where you originally came from!" He notified anyone who unintentionally is listening. "Why not spend your few days here buying trinkets or smut mags."
Blinking up at the ex-knight, Zell shakes his head. The taller blond just scoffs at the look.
"Sometimes knowing you is really awkward." Zell says when seeing the snark and shifty looks they're now receiving.
"I'm only saying it because its true." Replied Seifer.
"Isn't it funny how the truth is easier when its just being rude." Comments Rinoa.
Selphie shrugged. "Seifer's right, though. I really wanted to see this movie. The explosions are HUGE and in 3D!"
"See." He wraps an arm around the girl's shoulders. "I always thought you were the smartest of the girls."
"Thank you." She beamed.
"I hear the martial arts are really sweet too." Mopes Zell, now for a new reason. "Well, what else?" Looking over the poster options, he groans over every other one. "I don't know if I'm in the mood for anything but action."
"We could take a page from the Kinhart's and stay home and fuck."
"What about Rinoa and me?" Hands on her hips, she cocks her head to the side.
"Don't stain anything." Seifer replied coolly, receiving the same fist-o-fury treatment Zell got a moment ago. Placing his hand on her forehead he easily held her assault back.
"You know I'm not a lesbian." Selphie mock fusses while trying to hit him.
"Right, Serge... okay bi."
That did it. Backing away from his hand, she launches herself at him. "Yyyaarrrr!"
Averting his body out of the line of fire, Seifer lifts the girl off the ground and spin-cycles her.
Watching his lover treat Selphie like a ragdoll, Zell reminds them of their current sitaution. "So what are we seeing?"
"We can watch Perfect Form." Rinoa suggest.
"Ugh... isn't that a horror film about plastic surgery?" Zell shakes his head. "I'll walk out feeling all tingly, and not in the good way."
"Okay, how 'bout... Still Waters?"
"Not a... actually, sure, that could be kinda cool."
"Yay, us." She threw her fist in the air. "I hope they don't sell out before we get to the front of the line."
"Yeah." He let himself be swayed back and forth with Rinoa's movement, when she wrapped her arms around him and placed her chin on his shoulder.
"What are we seeing?" Selphie asks when Seifer finally released her. "The water thing?" She recalled some of the conversation the two were having while she was going through the rinse-cycle.
"Great. I like watching people get what's coming to them." Seifer asks for four tickets when he reaches the booth. "In the briny deep, and surrounded by jellyfishes and sharks."
"Don't spoil it!" Zell charged in. "I haven't seen it yet."
"What else can go on in a movie based on being stuck out at sea?" Wondered the taller blond.
Reaching for his Creds-card, he swiped it through for 20 gil after the army of three, including his own, ordered their snacks.
"Finally! Movie niiight!" Cheered Selphie heading into the viewing room. "Ooh! Ooh!"
"Yeah, just make sure you keep it down when the movie starts." Seifer playfully commands.
"Yeah, yeah." She chuckled.
...
Irvine arched his back at the swirl of tongue passing the slit on his member's head. His thighs clench when Squall hums from the musky, sweetish offering on his tastebuds, and he bobbed his head up and down to elict more droplets by playful ministrations with his tongue and teeth.
He pulled off in order to run his tongue beneath the sniper's sex, up and then down to his sacks where he gave them a ride around the opening of his mouth with his tongue, clamping down to give a light tug. He had to smirk at Irvine's hand winding around in his semi-elongated hair- six inches from the neck- grown out for the six months that their son was staying with them, just to indulge the sharpshooter in what it was like when he'd gone missing many years back. He refused this way and that, until Irvine made fun of him by saying he has to prove he can. He could start going bald at fourty! That's impossible of course, his Father still has a damned ponytail no matter how grey its gotten. So, genes-wise, he'd say he's in a pretty good place.
But he can't deny Irvine. It goes both ways really. Squeezing the male's rear he lifts his hips up and raises his own, pushing with lubed-ease into his lover's before-fingered entrance. He road the cowboy like he were a bucking bronco, the refrence has to be used since he's wearing the cowboy's hat. Slowing the pace, Squall's now looking down at the bull who's long legs are wrapped around him; head cocked, he thinks of what he'd like to do to this lengthy pummel horse of his.
...
The four movie goers are watching with eyes wide over the horror playing out before them. How is the couple going to survive out at sea with no boat!? Selphie actually covered her eyes when the jellyfish were floating closer and closer to the man's flipping legs. He had to stay a float, he couldn't very well let himself sink, could he?!
"Oh Hyne!" She cried out like the jellyfish had just hit her instead of the actor. "Is it over?" She asked while the male and female characters scream in pain of each shock. Peeking, she turned green.
"Shit." Zell says, feeling a little green himself. The sting broke clean through the wetsuit.
Even Seifer was speechless in horrified amazement. He honestly wasn't sure he could have stood 2 of the numerous stings the pair have taken.
"Hyne... Can't they just swim somewhere else?" Rinoa watches as the screen goes dark.
All four groaned at what new horror would pop-up, while also letting out their relief over the fact that the jellyfish assault is over. Then came the storm...
...
Having pushed and thrust into Irvine, Squall parts the male's legs to rest at the sides of the bed and from there he raised his knee to step over the exhausted male's hickeyed thighs, and moved from being in Irvine to having Irvine inside of him again.
Irvine's hips buck in such a way that its like that isolated portion of his body is having a seizure, the sudden incasing of Squall's inner heat was mindblowing! Only to follow it up with moving off of him to once again enter him. Aaa, the magic of circus tricks; only in their case it would seem that the tamer is the one being manipulated by the lion.
...
Rinoa couldn't believe she'd watched the scene with the thunder storm. It was too much, while at the same time breath taking. She couldn't believe how black the room got then blue from electric jolts of the lightning storm going on in the film.
"I'm emotionally exhausted." Confessed Selphie, resting her weary head down on Zell's shoulder.
Laughing, the human pillow leans his head on the top of the girl's. "It'll be over in another twenty minutes, don't cry."
To which Selphie's reply is to laugh into his shoulder.
...
The two lean forward in the chair, watching hard the scenes playing out on the television.
"Heeelp, pleeease." Cried a woman playing out the reenactment of the actual person who's telling the tale.
"It was a nightmare, and I couldn't believe that the baby I raised could come after me the way he had."
"The baby I raised." Mimicked Irvine with a roll of his eyes.
Washed, and dressed in pajamas, the two sat theirself down for some latenight television in the living room. Whatever Zell had wanted seemed to be long forgotten since he's not answering his phone the two times they called to check. At least that's a sign that it wasn't really important. Squall hoped the little go-getter wasn't too upset about being blown off, but what can he expect when they haven't had many nights or mornings alone with their son being around the house, or they're working at Garden. Thankfully its off season and the second wave of instructors are taking control- at the moment anyway, because they'll be back at Garden two weeks from now.
But back on topic, with their appetites quelled, they're watching one of their favorite television shows Obsessive Attractions, where seemingly normal people go into idiot-mode over a monster that they believe they can turn into a pet. Some of the stories can be so bad that relatives have to tell the tale, because the person who'd owned the monster is dead! A man died when his beloved pet Catapillar used Stop on him!
He had to have known it was coming! There's just no way people can be that ignorant. And he lived alone! The guy didn't stand a chance. In battle, when a party member is stopped its cause for immediate attention, otherwise the body loses oxygen and, Goodnight Charlie. You'd never see anyone involved in Garden- in any generation- doing something as foolish as a civilian.
The current episode is about a woman who's decided that a wandering Adamantoise was too cute for words, and she brought it in to live with her. Those things grow at the rate of a dog or cat, and soon that palm-sized turtle needed a bath tub, then it was locked in a room... then it was clawing her back open. Duh. She's now living with an iron plated back, and missing arm. Although the two supposed it could have been worse.
The most commonly taken monster are the Anacandaurs, by men mostly. Women usually go for cute things like the turtle or Tonberries. Now and then its switched and its the woman with most deadly of the true stories. And Squall and Irvine have become addicted to the absolute madness of it all. They secretly cross their fingers for types of nutbars. People who'll get Wendigos, always a favorite to hear about because sometimes you get to see real photos of the damage done, or people who get Bombs- that'd be really fun to hear about. Fuzzy little Death Claws or Toramas. The happy possibilities were endless.
"Coming up next, a man tries to raise Mesmerize."
The two erupted with joy, to the point where they actually gripped a high-five from each other.
"Hey lovebirds!" Says Selphie bouncing into the home. "We just saw the best movie tonight."
"Is that what Zell called about?" Asks Squall, before taking a sip from his of glass cranberry juice.
"Uh-huh." Flopping down on the couch between them, she looks at one then the other, then down at where she's sitting. "It wasn't on the couch, was it?"
"No." Replied Squall rather snarkly.
He hates when people try to talk about his sex life- even teasingly. There are just some things friends shouldn't be familiar with, like 'how much' and 'how'.
"Touchy!" She smiled, hardly offended by anything rudely toned from Squall. "Well, I've got movie lag... I'm off to bed. Thanks for letting me stay over." Waving, Selphie exits the room.
"A movie? Well, that mystery's solved." Comments Irvine.
Reaching for a cracked pepper dorito, Irvine shoves it in whole, crunching into it quickly to avoid missing anything said, now that the show has come back. They watch in interested disgust, and amusement as a man's brother has to tell his tale. Too gruesome! He was split in half by the once docile horse tossing its horn! Yikes.
While the show is ending with exciting previews of the next episode; they clean up their snack then move upstairs, where the night ritual starts with brushing their teeth in the en-suit bathroom, turning out all the lights in the house, locking up, then climbing into bed. Your basic bedtime stuff. But Irvine got out of bed one last time to shut the almost forgotten blinds, then crawling back into bed the two drift off to sleep.
Sleep hit everyone hard. Seifer, Zell, and Rinoa. Squall, Irvine, and Selphie. Kait. None of them knew of the horrors going on while they sleep. No one knew, except those about to live it...
Darkness, it swelled up from the deepest reaches, and welled up into a dark black cloud above Centra... while they were sleeping.
The cloud drifts and swims through the sky darker than the ocean's darkness reflecting against the clouds, darker than the sky revealing the stars in space... while they were sleeping.
The cloud was different in more ways in one because it called the wind with it, and the wind was different. The wind didn't hooo. The wind didn't blow. The wind didn't mess around by moving things along with its rippling current. This wind screamed. Like a banshee, like a terror, in a whistle and storm of sorrow and despair. And it whistled hungrily... while they were sleeping.
When dawn came, slowly, the cloud was pulling into the small village of Viyanagara. While they were sleeping... pain unleashed.
The people of the town watched the sun rise over the mountains, children playing while animal farmers feed their business food. Water is retracted from the local wells for drinking, cooking, or a light bathing. Sand blew about their feet as it does on any normal day, but it was the wind that called their attention. It was the wind that started a father out of the frontyard after his son, who's off on a dry hill with the family goat.
He reached with hands almost clawing to grab his son to bring him home. The goat took off first, sensing the danger in the air. But the boy only look up into the dark sky; where the sun once was was nothing more than a memory now, and he watched as a cloud almost ran forward toward the village. His father was too late to bring him home, but just in time to shield him as the cloud burst and became a rushing fog.
The groan barrelled through the village like an invisible damnation of demon behavior, brought to life through strong gust and sonic booms. It banged shutters and doors, like bandits breaking into houses! It slammed into homes with enough force to have it sound as if trees were falling into them! The hiss of sand and wind touching everything was very spine chilling, like a village of rattle snakes have made a home in every fillable space on the land.
Families hid, but did it do any good? The purplish black cloud sank into everything. Crops. Water. Animals. People who never made it inside their stucko homes. The wind howled through the homes like wolves on the prowl that have located their kill: under beds, kitchen cabinets, behind sofas, under tables; it knocked over pictures and vases, it searched whenever it couldn't find. It searched like a human until its purple mist found the families living inside... and then it consumed them.
Its whine and scream so loud no one heard the families beyond the initial shout. It was breeding against them, finding a home to exist in their bodies. And just as soon as the horror came... it vanished.
A man, thick in build, balding, poor, and by no means brave is crawling with his last ounce of strength over to the alert signal given to them years ago by some strange men dressed all in white that called themselves White SeeD. No one in town knew why such a thing was needed since their town is by far the smallest and weakest in existance. They weren't even really on the map until one of their own left and joined a Garden! Who knew that this anceint given gift would come in handy today.
He pulled the ripcord, and the red flag was raised by a large explosion of red shooting into the air and exploding into a huge cloud of red dust.
8 8 8
Its 11:26 a.m. and the gang are on their way to Rinaul Coast for some summer time fun. They didn't think for a second it wouldn't be crowded, but as Selphie suggested, just enjoy whatever knocks into you! Let's go!
It was just a good thing that everywhere in Balamb is walking distance, even outside of it since its located on a smallish island of Alcauld- well, you do have a good few miles to go if you're going to Garden or the fire cavern, but if you've got fourty minutes, its still within walking distance. Either way, if they'd of had to drive they would have nowhere to park because blankets can be seen even on the grass, for a good minute back from the actual beach. Which is where they planned to set up their cooler and things.
"There's a good spot!" Selphie points before taking off.
Following, though not as quickly, the small group head over to the location to set up a small grill and a blanket, some chairs, and their coolers of cookable items and preparation items. Sandwiches and chips were placed into a separate basket.
Selphie and Zell hurried with blowing up the various floatation items, including the large water trampoline. Rinoa began making sandwiches of turkey and ham with lettuce and tomato, a few with cheese. Irvine set up the blanket, chair- because its a sort of beach sofa, and umbrella. While Seifer set up the grill and vegetables that would be paired off with chunks of marinated meat for kebabs. Squall took everything out for them to use. And after about 10 minutes they were out on the sand for some body volleyball.
The lime green ball flew over the line drawn in the sand after receiving a mighty kick from Selphie, but Squall returned the hit by using his head to butt it back over. Zell caught the ball to the chest heaving it well enough so that the ball flies into the air where its then kicked over the line by Irvine for a score.
"Yeah!" The two bump chests on their awesome team work. Offering one to their other teammate Rinoa.
"Hyne." Groaned Seifer wiping sweat with the back of his hand. "Leave it to me to be stuck on Leonhart's team to have to lose." Seifer only uses their conjoined lastname, Kinhart, when speaking about- or to- both of them.
"Haha haa!" Zell laughed, and slapped his lover on the ass as he runs a victory lap around the designated court.
"If anyone stinks at this its the reserved Miss Quistis Trepe." Irvine comments getting a laugh from his friends, who all recalled how Quistis caught a ball to the face and had to spend the rest of the summer with a broken nose. She was a good sport about it though.
They played basketball with inflated hoops drifting on the water at two points. Too much sluggish movement bored them of the game quickly, and Rinoa thought up a new game where they had to jump from the trampoline and make a basket by throwing the ball when up in the air. It was ridiculously fun! Especially when going for bonus points by adding tricks while in the air before they shot for the basket.
From there, they bounced on the floating trampoline doing dives and having fun launching each other by having someone sit on the edge of the thing while the others leap into the air to send them flying. They snorkled for a bit, until the smell of food and the rapid movements brought a few Fastitocalon.
"Woo!" Called one of Seifer's former cadets, now that he's made SeeD. "Let's show these things how our team gets down!"
Seifer groaned but with a sense of pride, saying. "All the cadets in the Garden, I get the douchy fanboys."
"Sounds about right." Comments Zell, receiving a smack to the back of the head, by the cadet's instructor.
Surrounding the hungry, dumb monsters, the band of seven take action with some quick spells cast from the 3 Fastitocalons' line-up of Lightning, Sleep, and Water.
"Selphie, Irvine cast Sleep!" Seifer commands. "Rinoa and Princess, get it out of the ground with Water. Zell and Burn," A nickname, since the boy is into pyromagics as well. "you cast Thunder when its up in the air."
Squall glared and crossed his arms in annoyance over the use of that insulting comment of Ice Princess, and he wondered who'd placed Seifer in charge anyway? But he cast Water all the same, when the larger than normal Fastitocalon came up from the ground wriggling and hissing. Irvine and Selphie continued casting Sleep on the fully awake charging mutant fish.
Watching the monsters meet their end, Zell- still battle hyped- bounces beside them. "What can I do now?" He asks the self appointed commander.
"Go light the grill, we're done here." Replied the taller blond, watching proudly as the fish one by one explode in a clap of dust from being electrocuted while incased in water.
The civil patrons on the beach applaud and cheer having seen, upclose, something they never would normally.
Bouncing up and down, arms pumping up and down into the air, Selphie shouts. "Woo! Even in our bathing suits, Balamb Garden kicks butt!"
"I'll bet you couldn't do that naked." Burn says to the girl with a wolfish grin, and a hand through his black and red tip dyed hair.
Giggling, Selphie says very happily. "It's a shame when youth has to be buried before they ever really got to know life." Sticking her tongue out, she walks over to where Zell is hovering over the tiny grill.
"Which ones are hot?" Opening a bag, she sees for herself by smelling for heat. Irvine is a fiend for overheating the recipe. "Ooh, this one." Crinckling her nose up, she sets the bag down to grab a pair of gloves from a box marked Kitchen Buddies. Slipping them on, she then grabs one cube from the bag of hot and spicy jerk to scewer before reaching into the steak bag to build her kabob.
"Those vegetables are good too," Irvine says having joined them a moment later. "put some green on there."
"Yes, dad." Grabbing a yellow pepper she then pokes a button mushroom through its stump then continues with her all meat stick.
Smiling at Squall's broccoli stick accented with bites of steak, Irvine wraps his arms around his torso and sits himself around him from behind, his knees are raised up at his lover's sides.
Figuring Irvine is content koala'd around him, Squall glances over his shoulder asking. "What do you want?"
"Shrimp, other than that I don't care." He nuzzles his face into the soon to be missing six inches of hair. Squall said once Kait left, he'd be chopping it off and going back to his usual style. He's gonna enjoy it while he can.
Seifer's blowing on his cooked food stick before pulling off a bite of chicken along with a green pepper and onion; scooting out of the way of his former cadet reaching over him to have a meal himself, he glares at the twenty year old, wondering when they invited him to stay? Like he'd said fanboys. Not to mention Burn likes watching Selphie bend over to work on her cooking food. Popping the lecherous teen on the head, he threatens a backhand if he tries peeking again.
"Why did we forget the radio?" Selphie wonders while digging in the bag that held their phones and towels.
"With all the other radios going, are you kidding?" Zell comments through a mouthful of chips.
"Shoot. Rinoa, Quist' called. She wants us for a mission." Selphie sits her phone back into the bag.
Burn practically cried like a baby. "Aaaww, you're leaving?"
"Yup. And she called a little while ago. Come on." Waving as she grabs anything that's personally hers, she called out. "Bye guys."
"Bye." Rinoa chimed in.
"Later."
Is the simpliest version of the gaggled reply. Men are eating. That's all they know. Especially when a tupperware of original and sour cream Pringles chips, and buffalo wings are placed in the center of the foodening like an offering from the Gods screaming "Please spare the women and children the sight of your snacking!"
"What's the message say?" Rinoa asks in a huff, the two are running to their current residences of the boys' houses.
"Some place got attacked and White SeeD is out their helping, but White SeeD got attacked by a swarm of monsters when they tried to help the sick townspeople." Stopping just outside of town where she'll be separating from Rinoa since the Kinheart home is outside of town. "We have to help them since there aren't that many of them on the battle front. And Trabia is just a medical tactics Garden now, but they're still on their way over to help with the sick."
"Oh."
"We have to hurry back to Timber, though. Quistis wasn't sure if we'd left yet, so the pick up guys are going to the beach over there."
"Right!"
"Train station in three minutes or less."
They separate and get changed. The train was thankfully just on its way out. They just hoped they were in time to help before anymore people were injured or lost.
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"What are you guys doing here?" Asked Kait when spotting his friends leaving the train. "I thought you were staying for the week?"
"Change of plans, we have a mission- and what are you still doing here?" Selphie asks as they hurry through town, followed by the battle eager teen. He perked up awfully quick when hearing the M-word.
"I was just about to walk to Galbadia- but I wanna help you guys." He ran on ahead. "What are we doing?"
"Oohh, no, Kait." Selphie shakes her head. "Your father would kill us, you're supposed to be at school."
"But I'm Garden, my job is to be useful to people in need. I won't get in the way."
The three are moving across the land outside of town now. He can see jet skis waiting on the beach in the distance.
"Pleeease?" He begged.
"We could use the help, Sel'. We don't know what we're getting into."
"Okay. ...But don't let yourself get too hurt. There are sick people and monsters everywhere. You help the sick, and we'll fight."
"Got it." He gave her a thumbs up.
"He's coming too?" A bearded man asked when spotting the teen.
"Yeah. He can ride with me." Selphie climbs on the ski, taking off across the water when Kait is securely seated with his arms around her waist.
Rinoa on ahead, they drive the skiis right into a vessle-docking submarine awaiting their arrival.
...
It took an hour and fourty five minutes to get to the Kashkabald desert from Timber. During that time they were briefed once seated in the sub, and reporting how much longer it would take for Trabia Garden to arrive.
"Do you guys have healing magic?" The pick-up asked.
"I do."
"I only have a couple." Replied Selphie.
"I can give you some!" The teen piped up. "I've got a few dozen on me."
The girls offer him a wry smile. Leave it to a cadet to be chauk full of and currently sporting spells. But in this case the boys eagerness came in handy. She's hesitant to take it though, knowing how much trouble he has with casting and drawing to the point that it caused him pain when he'd first started out.
But, hesitant as she was, she drew at least twenty casts from the boy. He seemed fine, a little winded by it, but fine. "Pop quiz." She said when seeing his approaching nervousness when the sub-captain called the arrival. "Why don't we use Esuna on civies?"
They're putting on fumigation masks, hooking the little loops behind their ears. And suiting up in protective jumpsuits since they don't know if the outbreak is contagious or not.
"Because their bodies can't handle the make-up changes, if its not trained for it." He thought for a moment. "But if we must, we remove the spell immidiately after its healed the problem."
"Bingo!" She claps.
"Aaand?" Rinoa adds.
"And?" Kait twist his mouth back and forth in thought. "And, and, and- oh! And use Scan to see what the problem is, to solve it with potions instead of just using magic!"
Grinning, she reaches for a, returned, high-five.
The sand stopped the submarine opening its doors promptly after. Hopping onto waiting Chocobos, they ride swiftly through the desert to the village.
"The beasts emerged from the dunes and the mountains. They were relentless, almost as if controlled to attack. Monsters aren't usually this forceful, even when they do attack." The White SeeD commander informs in a shout over the noise of wind- normal wind- blowing around them.
"Fuck." Kait muttered looking around at the carnage.
The difference was exactly night and day when they reached the village. The sand is an odd red color in some spots, purple in the others; the sky looks like its been eclipsed, though its daylight. You can't tell which tents are the medicail ones because the sand has dyed them just as tan and golden brown as the stucco homes. The only real decipher is that it bleeding people looking for help. The people are what- Kait so colorfully referred to when he swore- 'Fucked'. It was lepers, plague, and flu all at the same time! Their skin is pocked with rash and bleeding scabs, some of them- he notes as they move in to help- are missing their eyes! Others are lerched over and throwing up into the sand. Others running and screaming that they're blind or deaf. This is real! Not simulated... real.
Shaking off panic, Kait runs after the screamer. "Sir!" He uses scan to check the guy over. "Wait!"
The girls looked after him only a moment before heading farther into the village. Potions from med-kits are administered, and comfort to the panicked villages said. Things were going smoothly, there was a lot of blood shed when the monsters attacked, and some will quickly need the help of Trabia which still has twenty minutes before it arrive. The injuries are bad enough to need surgery! Missing limbs, chunks missing from their bodies but not the whole limb.
"It's gonna be okay, ma'am." Selphie says.
"But I can't see!" She cried.
"Ssshh." Selphie soothed. Her eyes flash over glowing green, as Scan runs over the sobbing woman. "Its okay." Selphie says again. "Drink this, it'll help you."
Taking big gulps from the bottle of remedy, the woman blinks rapidly, watching as the darkness began to blur into shapes and colors. "Its working!" She cried out, wrapping her arms around the woman who'd helped her.
"You're welcome." She says to the eruption of 'thank yous'. "Put this on, please. It helps us know who's been helped." She hands the woman a white wristband.
The White SeeDs idea when all the Gardens briefed when Trabia was first made into a medical facility. Galbadia is all physical and training, offense and defense. Balamb is educational mixed with battle and medical. So its the sort of Leader of Gardens. If the Soceress wars taught them anything, its that fighting amongst themselves is needless and pointless when they can all work together to be one powerful unite functioning in three locations: North, Belt, and South.
"Here they come!" The SeeD commander shouts.
Chaos erupts like mad then after! Rinoa and Selphie hurry into action along side four other men who are ready for battle. Spells are cast but quickly ceased!
"Don't use fire or thunder!" Rinoa shouts when spotting the Oilboyles slithering over the dunes into town.
"That's what that weird smell was." Selphie voices her thoughts. "The whole town is covered in it, one wrong spell and the place is gonna go up like an explosion!"
"I'm guessing that's what the Geezards are for." Rinoa adds.
Good thing they spent the morning at the beach. The two girls are casting Water, while the three men and the woman are shooting out Aero spells and Blizzard. Kait watched in amazement at the pros going to work on them all. But the swarm was overwhelming and some Geezards made it into town!
"Shit!"
Resting the child in his arms against a wooden fence post, he hurries over to the human-faced scorpion and stabs it in the head with the blade of his Kataras, lifting into a handstand he spins to drill the point home. Dropping into a kneel beside its corpse, he shakes his blades off from the blood and brain matter stuck to them.
"Gross." He mutters to himself. Spotting three more he goes after them.
"Rin'!" Selphie called out.
"I'm on it!"
Five tiny almost parrot-sized boomerang blades on a wire, launch from her wristwear holster, and stab and slice and pull at an Oilboyle in the distance. Grunting, she tugs her arm back and the boomerangs return to their holster Crossfader like a yo-yo. The beast writhes and flails, elevating its tender underside which is exposed and ripe for Selphie's attack.
The mace at the end of her Thorn, a three prong nunchuck that can lock into a double-sided mace-bo, launches the end mace out toward the monster like a missle honed to its heat, and from there it bashes into the thing's stomach. With a battle grunt from hurling the weight over her shoulder in the opposite direction, the spiked ball scrapes its way up the monster's torse tearing chunks out as it retracts back to its stick via the chain pulling it in.
The Oilboyle dropped dead, bleeding out all over the sullied sand, which only seemed to cause it more pain due to its open wound. Giving it a twist so it drops into nunchuck mode, Selphie whailes on a Geezard trying to brush by her with stabs and bashes, showing off her expert skill with the three prong.
Casting Aero as he whirls like a spinning top on an angel, Kait uses his Hurricane to slice the head off a Geezard coming after a young woman. Giving the body a good kick away from its head, he looks around for more straying enemies. Where are they all coming from? He scans the field, and there! Up on the cliffside is what appears to be one of those bald worshippers- he's seen them before when gathering information about the Espers.
"Selphie!" Kait shouts over the battle noise. "Up there!" He points a blade in the direction of the bystander, who's nowhere near innocent.
Rinoa got to it first, and launching her flail-style boomerang at him, she swears when it doesn't even come to close to reaching him. The man seemed too focused on whatever he's doing to notice the attacks coming his way, but it wasn't much of a threat because they aren't reaching.
Kait could have shot him easily, but he can't with all the oil everywhere just waiting for one wrong spark to light it up. So its him, Rinoa, and a White SeeD member running towards the cliff actions blazing.
"Hhhrrraaaa!" The White SeeD cried out when they reached the worshipper, close enough for their attacks to hit. Casting Blizzaga, they shield theirselves from the biting coldsnap of the magic surrounding the moisture in the air.
"Halllllaaaak!" The worshipper cried out.
A large white gem at the end of his staff glows and within seconds a rush of purple fog encases the village before he's covered in ice.
"Selphie watch it!" Rinoa shouts back down into the canyon.
Unsure of what the hell was coming at her, as she's never seen magicks like that, Selphie put up a Wall between the smoke and herself. The Wall protected her, but the others weren't so fortunate, and all the healing they'd done only went back in reverse when the purple fog brushed through the village for a second time.
Selphie listened to their frightened and deafening screams, and she knew she had to act quickly. Coiling her nunchuckle around in a winding fashion she raises it over her head opening the Slot spell they hold. It was a stretch that it'd work, but she cast Esuna on every body it could reach! She expended a lot of energy doing it, but she didn't release the technique until every single villager was about to withstand the poison.
"Hhhh! Hhhh!" She pants on her knees, nunchuckle still in the air over her head.
The large statue of ice shattered after Rinoa was through raking her flailing boomerangs through the ice and the worshipper's frozen body. He desolved, blowing away in the wind like he were made of sand himself. The staff remained however, but when Rinoa picked it up and asked.
"What's this?"
The rune on top shattered and turned into dust as well, causing the three to gasp. And with the shattering of the white gem, the monsters just seemed to dumb-up, and wander away from the village.
"Selphie!" Kait wraps his arms around her trembling body; after nearly killing himself stumbling down the cliffside. "Are you ok?"
She nods, but her senses seem a little fried. "I've just never used my Slot magic on a crowd bigger than three people, it kinda knocked the wind out of me." Something tickled her ear, and pulling it off its identified as the bands from her fumigation mask. It had burned off her face from the poison and she didn't even notice! Even with the wall to protect her body the air was that thick with miasma it almost got to her anyway.
The stampeding feet sound from all around them... Trabia Garden has arrived.
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Author's Note: This chapter was so phew! ahaha seriously, this was Take-8 kind of Chapter 2. I typed and erased and typed and erased and just when I was about to go harumph and just wait on it, I returned to innocence and listened to some Timber theme and whammo! Chapter!
And chapter 3 will be in... a few weeks from now. Hopefully it won't be so tough to start or finish. And sorry if you don't like random sex, I wanted to cut back on that with this story since its mostly action related but if you don't mind readers than yay. Thanks for reading. And forgive my grammer and mistakes I've missed, I'm really trying
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