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Of All the Unlikely Things to Happen	By : lunael55 Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Zell Views: 1030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of All the Unlikely Things to Happen
Chapter 2

The whole club burst out with enthusiast clapping at the end of the song. But instead of retreating behind the curtains, the hosts just stood there, smiling under the spotlights, and to the Seeds’ dismay, music started anew and the singing went on. The second gave way to a third, and then a fourth and a fifth shoddy romantic ballad, each new song cheesier than the previous. Every time Zell Dincht thought it couldn’t get any more disturbing, they managed to prove him wrong by adding yet another layer of cheesiness to their performance, bringing bad taste to its purest, most evil glittery form.
At the end of the fifth song, the patrons finally stood up to applaud the performers, who bowed and waved at their admirers as the curtains fell. Lights came back and gradually, the room quieted down as junior hosts and waiters resumed pouring alcohol to their clients.
“Oh. My. God.” Selphie whispered, still in shock. “Someone, tell me it’s all a very bad, bad dream.”
“I don’t think any of us could come up with something this messed up, even in dreams,” Quistis answered weakly.
Zell drowned what was left of his drink, the alcohol burning down his throat. “No way that was a dream - even my overactive unconscious couldn’t come up with half of this shit. And I dream some of the weirdest shit too.”
“This is a nightmare! How am I going to explain this in the mission report?” the brunette wailed, her delicate shoulders falling at the prospect.
“Whaaaaat? We run into Seifer singing and dancing in a freaking night club,” Zell waved incredulously in the general direction of the stage, “ and you’re worried about what you’re gonna write down on that stupid sheet of paper?!”
A mild-mannered waiter then stopped by their couch to ask them if they wanted to order one last drink before close-down and the three Seeds snapped back into their client persona.
“Actually, I’d like to order something! Or rather, someone!” Selphie giggled naively. “D’you think I could order one of the hosts on stage?”
“I’m afraid that’s going to be a little difficult. The senior hosts are quite in demand, you see.”
“Who was the tall blond one? You know, the one with the scar?”
“Cedrik is one of our all-time favorite hosts. He’s currently the fourth most in demand host of the club,” the pedantic waiter informed them with trained patience, pointing to a board across the room featuring a list of names.
“Is he, now? My, he must’ve been working here for a long time.”
“He’s been with us for nearly four years now.”
“I was wondering... Do you think we could get some, hum... special alone time with him?” Selphie asked in hushed tones, looking flushed but very much serious. The waiter was looking less indulgent and more disapproving by the second.
“This is a high-class hosting establishment, madam. One can buy our hosts’ company for the evening, but they are everyone’s. If they were to get intimate with a patron, others would surely get jealous. Now, if you will excuse me.”
The man left, looking ever so haughty, and Selphie let out a low cuss. Just then, a woman in her late forties sitting on the couch next to theirs eyed the petite woman with amused eyes.
“Don’t listen to him, my dear. Of course, they wouldn’t advertize the place as a brothel, but it’s common knowledge hosts get quite... intimate with their wealthiest clients behind closed doors. Especially the younger ones – some of them sleep around quite a bit to earn themselves a name. Oh, yes, they do! One rarely becomes one of the top five without bedding a couple of rich old women first, you know. But don’t fool yourself, my dear – no senior host would ever make the mistake of sleeping with small fry like you. Their regular patrons would look down on them for it.”
Zell held back a grimace, grossed out by the light-hearted amusement in the woman’s voice. Holding her breath, Selphie asked in a hushed tone: “Did Sei- Cedrik sleep around to become number four?”
Throwing back her head and letting out a breathy laugh, the woman eyed them with mirth. “Oh, aren’t you the cutest thing!” Laughing, she got up and walked away, leaving a very stunned group of Seeds behind.
“Well. That was... too much information,” Quistis said at last, at loss for better words.
“Oh, dear! We run into Seifer at last, only to find out he’s a high-class Estharian gigolo! This is insane!”
“It’s hard to believe he’d.... I mean, sure, he’s always had a pretty high idea of his self-worth, but...” the blonde trailed off and Zell grimaced.
“Pretty high idea of his self worth? He was an arrogant shithead, you mean.”
“Guys,” Selphie piped in, “I think our bird is leaving.”
Indeed, the purple-dressed woman they had been spying over earlier was being escorted by a junior host back to the entrance, where her bodyguards and the pedantic groom from earlier were waiting, holding out her coat for her. And if the way she was walking was any indication, she was beyond tipsy. Completely smashed pretty much covered it.
“Should we follow her?” Zell asked, more out of sense of duty than with real conviction.
“She looks toasted,” Quistis commented. “I doubt she’s going to proceed to the exchange tonight.”
“Bummer!” Selphie cursed under her breath, looking indecisive. She glanced at the retreating drunk woman, and then at the curtains hiding away the stage. “Oh, screw this! Come on, we’re going backstage.”
Quistis frowned. “What about the mission?”
“You’ve seen her, she’s totally drunk. She won’t meet her informant tonight, you said so yourself. Seifer’s already seen us, so it’s not like we’ll be giving away our position anyway. We’ve been looking everywhere for him for five years – there’s no way I’m leaving this club without some answers.”
That was something they all could agree on. Nodding, they got up, crossed the room and headed for the bathroom. Nobody thought much of the two laughing, tipsy young women and their male friend going into the men’s room, which was blissfully desert, as one could have expected. Without wasting a second, they broke the window’s lock and proceeded to climb out of the bathroom and into the small dark alley. Because of their silly, unpractical dresses, Zell had to haul the two women through the high, tiny window. At least, the martial artist mused as he held Selphie high enough for the petite woman to crawl into the alley, his two teammates were probably very thankful Xu and Squall had decided to send him on this mission rather than Irvine – he had a feeling they would have made quite a fuss about the cowboy, or anyone else for that matter, getting such a clear view of their underwear, mission or not. But since he was notoriously gay, they somehow didn’t seem to give a flying fuck gloriously showing off their fancy undies to him. The martial artist fought back a shudder at the thought.
What was the point of wearing underwear that covered so little anyway? Those tiny lacy things were probably grotesquely expensive too – he’d gathered that when it came to women panties, the less there was to wear, the more expensive the stuff was. And judging by what he had seen, Quistis and Selphie’s were VERY expensive undies. Urgh!
One more thing to add to the alarmingly long list of ‘Things He Never Wanted to Have to Think about Again’ when this mission was over.
Quietly and efficiently, the trio unlocked one of the windows further down the alley and sneaked into an empty lodge. When the path was clear, Selphie motioned them to follow her down the empty hallway backstage of the club. In less than no time, they found what they assumed was the door to Seifer’s lodge, which very conveniently had “Cedrik” written in huge, bold letter on it. Zell had to hand that to Estharians - they were thorough about everything.
For all their professional mercenary efficiency, the three Seeds then found themselves standing in front of the door awkwardly, none of them daring to make a move. Zell assumed the girls were just as anxious about the encounter as he was. He’d always thought he’d have plenty of things to say – none of them very nice - to the blonde when they finally caught him, but now that he was about to face the ex-knight, he found his mind was strangely blank.
Selphie bit her lip. “This is almost too easy...” There was a long, tense silence. “Does anybody else think it could be a trap?”
“I don’t think so. It took us long enough to get here - I wouldn’t be surprised he’s long gone. Anyhow, we shouldn’t stay in the open like that. People could show up any minute,” Quistis whispered, eyeing the hallway warily. Zell fidgeted restlessly in his designer suit.
“So what do we do now? Are we supposed to knock, or do we just barge in? Coz I don’t see myself knocking and be, like, ‘Hey Seifer, remember us? We fought against each other during the war, before you started liquoring up rich old hags for a living.’ That’d be kinda awkward.”
Before they could make up their mind, the door burst open and they found themselves face-to-face with one pissed-looking Seifer Almasy. No doubt about it, it was him alright. Gone was the honeyed and well-groomed gentleman they had seen sweet-talking women only moments ago. Air mussed up and tie undone, the tall blonde glaring harshly at them.
“Just get the fuck in already before someone hears you and comes rushing around,” he deadpanned, his voice a scathing whisper.
The three Seeds hastily complied and Seifer closed the door after them, making sure to lock it. Looking resigned, the blonde ignored them and went to the mini-bar at the other end of the small room, where he calmly poured himself another serving of whiskey.
The situation was so surrealist Zell even forgot to fidget into his designer clothes. Somehow, he felt rather let down by Seifer’s attitude. While none of them had very fond memories of the blond bully, Seifer was still part of their small orphanage gang. So they had all secretly hoped to find out he’d been somehow mind-controlled by Ultimecia during the war to do her biddings, like matron. But whether or not his actions had been his own at the time, everyone expected him to come back to the Garden on his own, because the Seifer they knew was not one to run away and hide in shame. Whatever the consequences, he held his head high and stood by his choices, and he certainly was too proud to lead a fugitive’s life anyhow. Or at least, they liked to think the Seifer they had grown up with hadn’t changed to the point he would suddenly rather take the coward way out of it.
But Seifer never did show up. So when they figured he wouldn’t be coming back on his own, they started looking for him. For five years, they had searched all over the world for him. And just when they were starting to lose hope to ever put their hands on the damned asshole, they finally found him. Here. Working in a high-class Estharian male host club, singing cheesy ballads and flirting with spoiled middle-aged women. This was just... not how it was supposed to be.
To be honest, the martial artist didn’t know what he had expected to happen when they caught up with him, really. Something more epic than this, he guessed. Like a chase. Or a fight. But now that the scarred man was in front of him, he couldn’t seem to find it in himself to confront him anymore. This whole situation was just so... lame. Seifer, whoring himself in an Estharian high-class nightclub? Cornered up in his own goddamned lodge without even putting on a fight? He even let them in, for Hyne’s sake!
Life was so not living up to his expectations right now.
His drink in hand, Seifer sank into the nearest couch with a sigh, stretching his long legs with nonchalant laziness. At last, Quistis managed to pull herself together and put on her best instructor frown.
“Seifer. To find you here, after all these years. It was rather... unexpected.”
“You mean you didn’t come here for me? I must have the shittiest luck ever then.”
“What are you even doing here?” Selphie burst out. “Seriously, a host club?!”
The scarred man raised an elegant eyebrow at her. “Making a living.”
“I know that, but... why? You could have done anything else. You could have become a fisherman, or a truck driver, or hired muscles! Why... this?”
“Why not? The job’s safe, and the pay is good.”
“So that’s it? You humor spoiled women for coin...? You whore yourself for a living?” Quistis asked, disapproval thick in her voice. “And I used to think you couldn’t sink lower than betraying the Garden. Thank you for proving me wrong once again, Seifer.”
Zell prepared himself for an outburst, angling his feet into a defensive position out of reflex, but the blonde simply scorned at her. “Yeah well, in case you haven’t figured it out, the war didn’t exactly offer me shining career perspectives.”
“And whose fault is that exactly? You sided with her, need I remind you?”
Seifer’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent.
“Well? Aren’t you going to deny it?”
“No, I’m not,” the blonde answered coolly.
“Then why, Seifer?”
“Why what?”
“Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m talking about. Why did you take her side?”
“So this is what’s been eating away at you all this time, isn’t it, dear instructor?”
“Just answer the question already, Seifer. Why did you betray us?”
Seifer shrugged. “I’d just failed the field test for a second time, remember? So it wasn’t like I had shining career perspectives at B-Garden anyway.”
Quistis stared unbelievingly at him. When she spoke up, her voice was barely a whisper. “Is that really all you’ve got to say for yourself?”
“Disappointed? What did you expect me to say? That the evil sorceress forced me to? That I was just another poor victim? Don’t you think that’d be a little too convenient?”
“How can you...” Selphie whispered, looking distraught. “How can you be so cynical about it? Betraying us, destroying Trabia Garden, torturing Squall - aren’t you at least going to apologize?”
Snorting, the ex-knight brought his drink to his lips once more. “And what good would that do? It’s not like it’s going to change what happened anyway.”
“For Hyne’s sake, Seifer!” Zell snapped. “You may not care, but you know it matters to us! After all you put us through, the very least you could do is to apologize!”
“Fine, then, I’m sorry!” Seifer barked back. “I’ve fucked up like no one’s ever fucked up in the whole fucking history of epic failures! There! Does that make you feel any better, Dincht? Does it make it all good again? Perhaps you’d like me to put on a show of remorse and shed tears over my sorry villain ass too? Then we could wallow into regret together, make up and be friends again!”
“So you ran away like a coward to avoid facing us and having to admit you were wrong all along?” Quistis spat back coolly.
The gunblade user stared at her with contempt. “And what else should have I done? Hand myself back to the Garden to be judged as a war criminal? What a grand idea. No offence, but I’d rather – what was it, again? – oh, yes - liquor up rich old hags for a living. Speaking of which,” Seifer teased with a sneer, “Enjoyed the show, didn’t you, Dincht? Enthralled you, didn’t it? I bet you were on the edge of your seat the whole time.”
Zell felt a surge of anger flare inside of him. With a great deal of self-restrain, he managed to grin wanly at the other man. “Sure was. I especially liked the part where you danced on the air of ‘My Love Won’t Die’. Nice manly hip moves you’ve got there, Almasy.”
A flicker of amused interest briefly sparkled in Seifer’s eyes. “Oh, so Chicken-wuss grew a sense of humor after all? That would explain the suit then. Did you really pick it up yourself, or did the girls dress you up?”
“Shut up, asshole!” the blonde snapped, flushing.
“Ah, that’s more like it.”
“Stop it, both of you! We haven’t come here to argue,” Selphie cut them severely.
“Oh, and what exactly have you come here for then? Congratulate me for the show, perhaps?”
“You know why we are here,” Quistis answered, her tone grave. The vague smirk on Seifer’s lips vanished, his features hardening once again.
“So I’m getting dragged back to the Garden, then? Or are you planning to dump me straight off in a Galbadian prison on your way home to save time?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Quistis said dismissively. “You were only a student at the time and students technically cannot be court-martialed by Garden Authorities. When the war ended, you were simply expelled for insubordination. While the Garden has been looking for you in the past years, it was never our intent to have you trialed. Of course, there is still much light to be shed on your... involvement in the war. It would make things easier for everyone if you chose to cooperate and accepted to follow us back to BGU, peacefully.”
Inwardly, Zell admired Quistis for her composure. The martial artist wondered if she’d actually practiced for this moment – afterall, she had been more involved in the Seifer-chase than he ever was. He wouldn’t be surprised she had. She had a way to be efficient about everything, which often ended up getting on the nerves of people – even that speech was the incarnation of efficiency. Precise, neutral, and to the point.
“Cooperate?” the tall blonde scoffed. “Seriously, you couldn’t come up with anything better than this? I mean, it’d ALMOST sound threatening if you weren’t parading in that ridiculous designer dress you can barely walk in.”
“Watch it, playboy,” Zell said warningly. “The three of us are fully junctioned, and you’re unjunctioned, unharmed and not exactly sober. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not wearing a dress, so if I were you, I wouldn’t give me a reason to pummel your pretty face into a pulp.”
“Oh, thanks for the reminder, Capitan Obvious. Why d’you think I didn’t make a run for it earlier, huh? ‘Cause I felt nostalgic of our little discussions and wanted to reminisce on the ‘Good Old Times’ we spent at BGU together?”
Huffing, Zell crossed his arms. “Do us all a favor and cut the crap already.”
The gunblade user sneered at him. “Fine, then. If I refuse to ‘cooperate’, as you put it, are you planning to take me back forcefully - yes or no?”
“No,” Selphie answered in before anyone else could say anything, and the two other Seeds gaped at her.
“Whaaaaa-t?!”
“Selphie, you may be team leader, but you can’t decide something like that on your own! We have orders to follow,” Quistis stated rather severely.
The petite woman ignored Zell and stared back at Quistis levelly. “Precisely so. Our orders did not cover the retrieval of Seifer Almasy and take priority over this for the time being. In case of a run-in with him, the procedure states he is to be apprehended only if he presents a threat to others or to himself, which is not the case right now. In the eventuality that we were found out, we were supposed to petition him to hand himself in, notify BGU of his whereabouts and await further instructions. So, no, we are not taking him back against his will. For now.”
Zell felt himself deflate a little. It stung to admit so, but Selphie was right. This was why Squall trusted Selphie’s judgment over pretty much everybody else’s when it came to leading missions. She didn’t look like it, but the cheerful petite woman knew her stuff and could be trusted to stay cool-headed and professional when everybody else got emotional. And judging by the embarrassed, sour expression on Quistis’ face, the blonde woman didn’t handle that knowledge as well as he did.
Zell felt his heart drop at the sight, for who Quistis would turn to for comfort as soon as the mission was over? Her all-purpose gay friend Zell, of course. Just like Rinoa and Selphie did. Why the girls always came to him for comfort was beyond him - he was totally hopeless with these cheering up kind of things. He could already tell he would have to listen awkwardly to her rant for hours on how much she failed as a leader. And because he wouldn’t know what to say, he would end up shushing her with lots of choco-mint ice cream and taking her out either shoe shopping or clubbing, two things he hated doing with a passion. The very thought made him weary already. If only someone had told him this would be part of his “gay friend” obligations before he made his god dammed coming out...
Turning her head toward Seifer, who seemed rather amused, Selphie then asked: “So. Will you come with us?”
“Hell, no.”
“You DO realize that we’ll be back sooner or later with specific orders to take you in, don’t you?” the brunette asked coolly. “We know you’re here in Esthar and you won’t be able to run away from us this time. You should hand yourself in on your own terms while you still-”
Suddenly, there was a loud knocking sound. Everybody froze, staring at the door with surprise. Someone knocked again and spoke up from the hallway.
“Cedrik? Cedrik, sweetheart, it’s me, Cecily.”
With a speed Zell had rarely seen him move with, even back during the war, Seifer was back on his feet, looking alert and slightly panicked. “Shit! It’s my boss! Quick, hide!”
“Why?” Selphie asked, perplexed.
“Are you stupid or what?! If she finds a woman here, she’ll fire me! Some guys here lost their jobs for less than this!”
Knock knock. “Cedrik?”
“Coming, dear!” Seifer shot back loudly. “Quick, hide in there!” He whispered, pushing the confused Seeds them toward a tiny door Zell hadn’t noticed earlier, which turned out to be a closet. Oh, dear god, no.
“Fuck off, I’m not hiding in your wretched closet. I don’t care about your pushy job, you handle this yourself,” Zell shot back crossly.
“Shut up and stay in there,” the ex-knight forcefully pushed the affronted martial artist into the closet and closed the door, leaving him in the dark in an awkward position, his back to two tangled women and a pole-hanger full of suits. Zell had half a mind to spring out of the closet just to piss him off but held back for some mysterious reason.
The situation, he mused darkly, was not devoid of irony. Back into the closet, he was. Funny thing was, it was precisely because he’d come out of the damned thing he ended up with this lousy mission – and into this particular, less-than-metaphorical closet. Why had he thought it was such a grand idea to make his coming out to his friends anyway? He should have just told Ma and let everyone else believe he wasn’t dating the damned library girl because he sucked with girls. It would have spared him all the stupid gay missions and the ridiculous dates Selphie and Rinoa insisted on forcing upon him, pretending he needed help finding a “nice boyfriend”. Nice boyfriend his ass – they systematically tried to match him up with every single gay guy they knew of because they had a voyeur thing for guys together. Like he couldn’t tell, really.
And now, he was stuck in a small, smelly and literally overcrowded wardrobe, like some shameful, dirty little secret of Seifer Almasy, of all people. All because said dickhead wanted to hide them from his host club boss so he wouldn’t lose a cushy job he’d lose anyway when they came to bring him back to the BGU in a day or two.
This was it. He was going to make both Squall AND Seifer pay for this, he decided. He did not know how yet, but he would think of something.
While Selphie and Quistis moved into a more comfortable position behind him, Zell heard Seifer stomping to the door and greeting this boss of his, his voice no longer acidic but warm and suave.
“Cedrik, sweetie, what took you so long?”
“Sorry to have kept you waiting, Cecily. I was talking on the phone with a friend. Can I offer you a drink, my dear?” Zell frowned again, holding back an incredulous snort. It was so strange to hear Seifer sound so mild. He would have never believed the man capable of being nice to start with. Rinoa kept on saying he’d always been very sweet and considerate with her back when they were flirting, so he guess it shouldn’t really surprise him – except he’d always believed this “charming” Seifer was a construction of Rinoa’s love-struck imagination. He wondered if the man was actually making extra efforts to pretend to be nice, or if being nice actually came naturally to him when he stopped being an ass on purpose.
“Cedrik, my boy, are you keeping things from me?”
“I’m not. Where did you get this silly idea?”
“You weren’t talking on the phone, Cedrik. I clearly heard you talk to someone else before I knocked on the door. I’m fairly sure it was a woman’s voice I heard,” Zell heard the woman say through the door, her teasing voice barely masking the accusatory tone of the comment. Stupidly enough, Zell suddenly found himself holding his breath.
“A woman? Nonsense. You know there are no women in my life, Cecily.”
“Then you won’t mind if I check up your wardrobe, won’t you?” Oh, God. Zell didn’t like this situation. He didn’t like it at all. He wished he could say he wasn’t feeling apprehensive right now, but he totally was, which was infuriating. Why should he give a fuck what this rich spoiled woman thought of the situation anyway? It was Seifer’s problem, not his. Damn, he should have listened to himself and left the closet earlier – at least, he would have gotten out of here with his dignity unharmed, which wasn’t an option for him any longer. Now he was going to be treated as some Seifer’s dirty secrets. Urgh.
But more importantly, where were those damned Vanish spells when you really needed them?! A quick glance told him that the girls were as helplessly out of Vanishes as he was. Quietly, they hid behind the pole-hanger, leaving Zell alone in the front of the closet to deal with the upcoming domestic drama. Just. Great. Couldn’t get any better.
“Really, Cecily, don’t go through the trouble. There’s nothing in there.” Obviously, Seifer was hoping against all hope they had some Vanish spells at hand too. Well, tough luck buddy, Zell thought darkly. Try bullshitting yourself out of THAT one.
Irvine would have been soooooooo much more suited for this than he was, Zell mused spitefully. If someone had experience dealing with scandalized, jealous woman, it was the cowboy. But nooooo, of course, they had to pick up their all-purpose gay Seed for the damned mission...!
“Well then, you won’t mind me having a look, won’t you?” The woman’s voice was awfully close, and suddenly, someone opened the closet’s door. “Well, let’s see what we have here... Oh, my!”
The woman named Cecily stared at him, looking rather dumbfounded to find herself in front of Zell instead of the woman she had been expecting to find. Zell stared blankly back at her. She was a small, curvy thing in her late forties wearing huge golden earrings and large horn-rimmed glasses, behind which she was staring at him with small, piercing eyes. Zell fidgeted nervously under her intense gaze, hoping Seifer would come up with a believable lie for this when she overcame her initial surprise and started asking questions. He sure couldn’t think of any.
Much to the martial artist’s surprise, Seifer’s boss then beamed at him, looking like she’d just run into a friend she hadn’t seen in years. “My, my! What a handsome young man you’ve got there! What a frivolous idea to hide away such a pretty thing in a tiny, smelly closet like that, Cedrik, this isn’t like you at all. But do come out, sweetheart, join us! Don’t be so shy!”
Cautiously, Zell stepped out of the closet, careful to hide away the girls and close the door behind him. The woman named Cecily looked flushed and pleased about something, though Zell couldn’t understand for the life of him what she was so happy about. Obviously, there was something he didn’t quite grasp about this situation, but whatever was going on, the blonde had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it. A quick glance at his ex-bully did nothing to reassure him: the tall man was gaping at the scene with barely-concealed horror, his large hand cupping his chin and mouth in a vain attempt to hide his quiet distress. This couldn’t be good.
“Oh, I’m so sorry I doubted you, Cedrik dear. I really should have had more faith in you, but I was so sure I had heard a woman – obviously, I was mistaken, of course. I must say,” the woman added without pausing to breathe, “I’m thrilled to finally meet you. I wish I could say Cedrik has told me many things about you, my dear, but he’s always so secretive about his life, you know how he is. He likes to keep a little mystery going on about him, the sly little thing! My, if I had known I would finally meet you tonight, I would have put on something more flattering for the occasion. Oh, I cannot wait to tell Miss Flaunderby that I finally met Cedrik’s famous boyfriend!”
Wait a minute, Seifer’s what?!
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A.N.: Yeah, so... Cliffhanger! I know, I'm evil. I have my moments too ;)
I wanted the whole story to remain light and funny, but I seem to be unable to keep things from getting serious. Anyway, it wouldn't have made any sense if they just walked into Seifer and went like "Okay, we're pals again" for the sake of what I have in mind for upcoming chapters, so I tried to have them face the issue quickly to get over it and move on... I know, I'm a slave to rationality. Sue me.
Enjoy and leave comments, please.
Usual warnings apply: not my characters, not my native language, unbetaed, yada yada. Oh, and this is rated M, by the way. If you're young and impressionable or narrow-minded, don't read this. Unless you want to be traumatized – then proceed. If it's already too late, then it's your own damned fault for not heeding my first warning on Chapter 1. Heh.
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