Win Him Over
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Final Fantasy VIII › Het - Male/Female
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Final Fantasy VIII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,079
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter One
A/N: First of all, this story is semi-AU. The ages have been slightly changed: Quistis is about 25 and the others are about 19 or 20. Rinoa and Irvine are students at Balamb Garden just...because. Otherwise, this story is accurate to the game and it takes place pre-game. Also, a cowriter would be greatly appreciated - email me at lina_suikoden@yahoo.com if you're interested.
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The young professor stood up in front of her small class and spoke in a monotone. "Welcome to SeeD Qualification I. As I am sure you are aware, this is the first in a three-quarter sequence where we will explore the procedures SeeD candidates must have, as well as some basic battle techniques. Let us begin with introductions. I am Quistis Trepe. Feel free to simply call me Quistis. Please, introduce yourselves to me and the rest of the class."
A man with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a full cowboy outfit stood up and spoke in a drawl. He winked at Quistis, his attraction to her obvious. "Irvine Kinneas. Pleased to meet y'all." He looked around the room, his eyes lingering on each of his female classmates.
"My name's Selphie!" shouted a petite girl, jumping up from her seat beside Irvine's. As she jumped, the black skirt of her uniform flew up just enough to show the bottom of her panties from behind. Though the class was small enough for everybody to sit in one row, Irvine leaned back to sneak a peek.
A girl with dark brown hair stood, a smile crossing her red lips. "I am Rinoa Heartilly," she stated simply.
"Dude, is it my turn yet?" asked a spiky-haired blond boy.
Quistis delicately brushed a long blond lock of hair out of her face. "Go ahead."
"All right! I'm Zell, and I love hot dogs!" The rest of the class giggled slightly at Zell's childish nature. Ah, he would be a fun one.
An aggrivated sigh passed the lips of a tall man with short blond hair. "Seifer Almasy," he said, glaring at the kid beside him.
All eyes fell on the one remaining student, a beautiful chestnut-haired man clad in leather. As Quistis' eyes fell upon his smooth, somber face, she felt her heart jump. "Squall," he mumbled, not bothering to stand - or even look - up.
"All right, next order of business. One of our goals for this class is for each of you to identify which weapon you work best with and to learn some basic techniques with them. Follow me to the practice center, where we will begin working with gunblades." She stood up and moved away from her desk, allowing the class to view her full figure. Her Balamb Garden uniform accentuated her ample bosom and hourglass figure. The short skirt of it showed off her toned legs. As she walked, her hips swayed slightly, attracting the lecherous eyes of none other than Irvine. She led them outside to a small field with a box full of gunblades in the corner.
"Everybody take a gunblade and choose a spot on the field." Each student took a weapon and headed out onto the field, all of them using their common sense and leaving plenty of space in between each person. Quistis spent the next hour directing her class on how to properly hold a gunblade, swing it, and shoot it (of course, none of them were loaded). Some students struggled to catch on to the techniques, while others were more capable of handling the weapon. Both Squall and Seifer held their weapons like naturals.
"All right," Quistis announced, finishing her lesson. "Class is dismissed. But Squall and Seifer, I would like to talk to you two briefly after class."
Four bodies returned gunblades to the box and trotted off, leaving Quistis standing in front of Squall and Seifer. Seifer stood, leaning on his gunblade, "Whaddya want?" he asked brusquely.
Quistis looked between the two men. Seifer was significantly taller, his blue eyes piercing. If Quistis weren't his teacher, she would fear him. Squall, on the other hand, stood with his hand on his belted hip, eyes sullen and looking down. Long chestnut strands of hair covered his face. Quistis walked over to Squall and gently lifted his chin up with her hand, gazing into his eyes. "Shy one, aren't you?" she giggled to him, her voice hushed so Seifer could not make out her words. Her voice raised, she spoke to both students. "I noticed your performance on the field today. You two have great potential with the gunblade. It took me months of practice to learn the techniques just for today's lesson, and you're already outperforming me. Have either of you used a gunblade before?" They both shook their heads. "Wow," Quistis said, her words drawn out. "You both have talent. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow." She signaled to them that she was finished talking, and they tossed their gunblades in the box and walked off. Quistis' eyes were glued to the back of Squall's body. "I sure am glad there are no rules about teachers dating students," she muttered to herself.
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The young professor stood up in front of her small class and spoke in a monotone. "Welcome to SeeD Qualification I. As I am sure you are aware, this is the first in a three-quarter sequence where we will explore the procedures SeeD candidates must have, as well as some basic battle techniques. Let us begin with introductions. I am Quistis Trepe. Feel free to simply call me Quistis. Please, introduce yourselves to me and the rest of the class."
A man with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a full cowboy outfit stood up and spoke in a drawl. He winked at Quistis, his attraction to her obvious. "Irvine Kinneas. Pleased to meet y'all." He looked around the room, his eyes lingering on each of his female classmates.
"My name's Selphie!" shouted a petite girl, jumping up from her seat beside Irvine's. As she jumped, the black skirt of her uniform flew up just enough to show the bottom of her panties from behind. Though the class was small enough for everybody to sit in one row, Irvine leaned back to sneak a peek.
A girl with dark brown hair stood, a smile crossing her red lips. "I am Rinoa Heartilly," she stated simply.
"Dude, is it my turn yet?" asked a spiky-haired blond boy.
Quistis delicately brushed a long blond lock of hair out of her face. "Go ahead."
"All right! I'm Zell, and I love hot dogs!" The rest of the class giggled slightly at Zell's childish nature. Ah, he would be a fun one.
An aggrivated sigh passed the lips of a tall man with short blond hair. "Seifer Almasy," he said, glaring at the kid beside him.
All eyes fell on the one remaining student, a beautiful chestnut-haired man clad in leather. As Quistis' eyes fell upon his smooth, somber face, she felt her heart jump. "Squall," he mumbled, not bothering to stand - or even look - up.
"All right, next order of business. One of our goals for this class is for each of you to identify which weapon you work best with and to learn some basic techniques with them. Follow me to the practice center, where we will begin working with gunblades." She stood up and moved away from her desk, allowing the class to view her full figure. Her Balamb Garden uniform accentuated her ample bosom and hourglass figure. The short skirt of it showed off her toned legs. As she walked, her hips swayed slightly, attracting the lecherous eyes of none other than Irvine. She led them outside to a small field with a box full of gunblades in the corner.
"Everybody take a gunblade and choose a spot on the field." Each student took a weapon and headed out onto the field, all of them using their common sense and leaving plenty of space in between each person. Quistis spent the next hour directing her class on how to properly hold a gunblade, swing it, and shoot it (of course, none of them were loaded). Some students struggled to catch on to the techniques, while others were more capable of handling the weapon. Both Squall and Seifer held their weapons like naturals.
"All right," Quistis announced, finishing her lesson. "Class is dismissed. But Squall and Seifer, I would like to talk to you two briefly after class."
Four bodies returned gunblades to the box and trotted off, leaving Quistis standing in front of Squall and Seifer. Seifer stood, leaning on his gunblade, "Whaddya want?" he asked brusquely.
Quistis looked between the two men. Seifer was significantly taller, his blue eyes piercing. If Quistis weren't his teacher, she would fear him. Squall, on the other hand, stood with his hand on his belted hip, eyes sullen and looking down. Long chestnut strands of hair covered his face. Quistis walked over to Squall and gently lifted his chin up with her hand, gazing into his eyes. "Shy one, aren't you?" she giggled to him, her voice hushed so Seifer could not make out her words. Her voice raised, she spoke to both students. "I noticed your performance on the field today. You two have great potential with the gunblade. It took me months of practice to learn the techniques just for today's lesson, and you're already outperforming me. Have either of you used a gunblade before?" They both shook their heads. "Wow," Quistis said, her words drawn out. "You both have talent. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow." She signaled to them that she was finished talking, and they tossed their gunblades in the box and walked off. Quistis' eyes were glued to the back of Squall's body. "I sure am glad there are no rules about teachers dating students," she muttered to herself.