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Final Fantasy VIII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
796
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Behind the scenes
Disclaimer: FF8 belongs to SquareSoft, I make no profit off of this which you all know.
Started: 20101119
Warnings: humour
Beta: none
Notes: To enjoy this little humour you need to have read “Cops can’t be trusted” or/and “To Trust a cop”. Otherwise you miss much of the pointers in this little squabble ;)
Behind the Scenes
Unknown Country,
Unknown city,
Head Quarters of Pretty Boys in Service of Fanatic fan-girls/boys,
Time 12:43
The day was a sunny one. The air warm but not overly so and the sky was clear except for a couple of small, white clouds. In a beautiful landscape of hills, lush forests and mountains far off in the horizon, a huge building rested. It consisted of seven tall buildings, another seven low buildings, a training centre and a huge wonderful park. A paradise for anyone fortunate enough to live in the complex.
The whole complex was surrounded by a 7 metre tall and one and a half metre thick wall of solid concrete. To be able to get past the huge metal doors you needed a special identification which only those working and living in the complex had. To have a chance at earning such a well paid, highly respectable job you needed a five year education. But this is beside the point.
One of the sunlit corridors of a lower building was traversed by two beautiful blonds. The tall our famous seven star Seifer Almasy and the shorter just as famous seven star Zell Dincht. The two blonds were dressed in the latest fashion and their shining golden hair and tanned skin proof of the good life they led. They had just spent the morning exercising and were heading for lunch.
“You have any ETA on your next assignment?” the lithe blond asked.
Seifer shook his head.
“Hopefully I’ll not get anything for the next three weeks. I need the break,” Almasy muttered, green eyes darkening marginally.
Zell chuckled and chucked his fists in his pockets.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he chirped and got a dark glare.
“Hey, I was there too!”
“You weren’t one of the main characters,” Seifer retorted dryly.
Zell only smirked knowingly.
“Not like you didn’t enjoy it. I’ve heard a lot of clients are requesting you and Leonhart. Actually, me and the others are getting a bit jealous,” the lithe man sniffed.
Almasy rolled his eyes.
“As if the lot of you don’t get enough offers as it is.”
The tattooed blond just chuckled. The two bishonens entered the compound’s restaurant. It was already full with men in all ages. You’d think you had just walked into a model magazine. Pretty boys, handsome men, sturdy studs and just the kind of masculine goodness that would make any perverted girl/boy drool.
The tall blond easily spotted the PBSF’s ten star bishonen. Squall Leonhart was seated by a window that gave him such a gloria of sun he seemed angelic. Dressed in dark pants and an almost translucent shirt he looked that much more delicate. Delicate but not fragile. In the v of his shirt toned pectorals could be seen and anyone acquainted with the brunet knew the rigorous training schedule he had.
Almasy sauntered over and glided into the chair opposite the reading man. Blue-grey eyes looked up long enough to give the two blonds a curt nod. The tattooed martial artist arched an eyebrow at the 1000 pages thick book.
“You actually intend to read that?” he asked in disbelief.
“I’m at page 15,” Squall said defiantly.
Seifer whistled and grinned at the rebellious look he got.
“Page 15... That must be more than you’ve read for a whole year.”
He deftly avoided the smack aimed for his head.
“It’s a good book. My manager gave it to me. Said something about it helping others in my situation,” Leonhart sniffed haughtily before returning to read it.
Boldly the lithe blond lifted the book to read the title. He then arched an eyebrow.
“Handbook for returning to normalcy after a thorough character alteration through brutal sexual exploitation?” he quoted.
“Holy shit, that is actually a title?”
The tall blond snagged the book to read the title himself. Squall took a bite from his sandwich and eyed the green eyed man expecting some snide remark. Seifer just nodded solemnly and casually started flipping through it.
“Maybe I should get this thing too,” he muttered almost quiet enough for no one to hear.
The three boys sat in silence for a while. After a sip of his lemonade, Zell cleared his throat.
“How are the therapy sessions coming?” he asked softly since it was a very touchy subject.
Squall tensed immediately but with a great intake of breath, he forced himself to relax again.
“Fine actually. I’ve been able to cut down on medication and my doctor thinks I’ll be free from them in another month. At least I didn’t need re-conditioning...” the brunet answered and gave the tall blond a meaningful look.
Seifer snorted but didn’t look at the brunet longer than necessary.
“Re-conditioning? What?” Zell perked up and looked between them.
Squall made a smug smirk and Seifer waved a hand dismissively.
“Nothing.”
“Aw, come on! I have a right to be let in on things.”
“Have not,” Seifer retorted.
“Have too! We’re buddies, right?” Zell whined.
But Almasy kept quiet through the whining and whimpers and demands and threats until Squall chuckled and smiled in amusement.
“He got a hard on every time he saw me,” the brunet purred.
Green eyes glared murderously and Zell stared wide eyed at the blond.
“For real?” he breathed, body quivering with held back laughter.
“It’s not funny,” Seifer muttered and looked away from the two men as they barely held from guffawing.
“Serious? How did they manage to re-condition that kind of response?”
Since the blond wasn’t inclined to answer, Zell turned to Squall who shrugged.
“Doesn’t really matter, we’re getting back on track and that’s all that matter. God knows I need a normal assignment the next coming year,” Seifer growled.
They rose and left the restaurant.
“And what would be normal?” Squall asked with a tone that said normal in their world was abnormal for everyone else.
“Why, like a normal heterosexual pairing maybe? Even a bisexual one would be alright,” he growled.
“I thought you had a scene with that southern chick whatever her name was,” Zell scratched the back of his head.
“Shylla and that was just a short flick, not even consummated.”
“I’d be happy not working for another year or so. A heterosexual thing wouldn’t be so bad either,” Squall admitted.
The two blonds almost laughed straight out.
“You fucking a chick? You gotta be kidding. Do you even know what to do?” Seifer leered with mirth.
“Of course I do! I passed my education like everyone else here!” Squall hissed angrily.
“Right, right, but you do know you’re labelled yaoi sub right?” Zell leered and the brunet snorted.
“Doesn’t mean there’s no one out there wanting to do something else...” he pouted.
The three friends continued down a set of corridors leading to their private quarters. Just as they were to enter an elevator leading to the apartments, quick stiletto heels against the hard floor made them turn around. It was unusual for anyone running around in the corridor. At the sight of a short woman dressed in a grey suit, hair in a hard knot and round glasses, Seifer and Squall paled. She was looking both falsely distressed and evilly smug and she was waving a bundle of papers.
“Good, I caught you two. Here I got the manuscript for your new assignment,” she said as she stopped in front of the three men.
She handed the tall blond and the brunet one bundle each.
“Hold on here a minute, I didn’t even know I had an assignment yet,” Seifer growled without looking at the bundle he started waving around.
Squall had only read the first page and his hands went white around the edges of the manuscript.
“Yes well, this came today with express delivery. The client wants you on the double. Well, mostly Squall because he got the biggest part,” the manager said while correcting her glasses.
“It hasn’t even gone two weeks since that other fucked up assignment!” Seifer complained loudly.
Zell, having noticed the brunet’s reaction, snatched Almasy’s copy and stared at the front page stating the story title and author. He tugged at the arm of the raging blond.
“Seifer... you might wanna look at this,” he said with a strained smiled.
With a huff Seifer took the manuscript and at reading the first page, he too went white and his hands turned to fists around the bundle.
“If there’s any problems you can write a complaint that will be thoroughly read and trashed but otherwise please pack your things and be ready to leave at 17:00,” the woman smiled brightly.
“This... this...” Squall croaked out.
Eyes wide and face so pale he looked ghostly.
“That isn’t who I think it is?” Seifer filled in staring down at the manager.
“Yes, that is she,” she smiled.
“Not she like in Her right? There must be thousands of author’s with that silly pen name,” Squall protested with a sharp edge of hysteria in his voice.
The manager shrugged and clasped her hands behind her back. Obviously she wasn’t the least distraught and actually quite smugly pleased.
“I’m afraid not. As I said. Ready and prepared at 17:00 by the cars,” she smiled.
“Prepared!?” Squall screeched losing all dignity and his voice pitched high in hysteria.
“Who can prepare for anything that, that fiend comes up with!?” he screamed.
“I’m not accepting this! Where’s the boss, I’ll refuse to take this assignment!” the brunet screamed and scattered the manuscript all over the corridor before briskly walking off.
“You really don’t have a choice Squall, but I’m sure we can make some deal with the client,” the manager hastily followed her hysteric ward.
“Hey! That better apply to me too!” Seifer groused and stomped after the two while crushing the bundle of papers in his hands.
Left was Zell who sighed and called for the elevator. He calmly entered and punched in his floor. Once the doors dinged close and the elevator had ascended, the corridor lay calm and quiet again. Left on the floor was the scattered manuscript. Innocently turned up was the front page, reading:
To Love a Cop
Author: Shehanitan
Coming by Christmas 2010
Started: 20101119
Warnings: humour
Beta: none
Notes: To enjoy this little humour you need to have read “Cops can’t be trusted” or/and “To Trust a cop”. Otherwise you miss much of the pointers in this little squabble ;)
Unknown Country,
Unknown city,
Head Quarters of Pretty Boys in Service of Fanatic fan-girls/boys,
Time 12:43
The day was a sunny one. The air warm but not overly so and the sky was clear except for a couple of small, white clouds. In a beautiful landscape of hills, lush forests and mountains far off in the horizon, a huge building rested. It consisted of seven tall buildings, another seven low buildings, a training centre and a huge wonderful park. A paradise for anyone fortunate enough to live in the complex.
The whole complex was surrounded by a 7 metre tall and one and a half metre thick wall of solid concrete. To be able to get past the huge metal doors you needed a special identification which only those working and living in the complex had. To have a chance at earning such a well paid, highly respectable job you needed a five year education. But this is beside the point.
One of the sunlit corridors of a lower building was traversed by two beautiful blonds. The tall our famous seven star Seifer Almasy and the shorter just as famous seven star Zell Dincht. The two blonds were dressed in the latest fashion and their shining golden hair and tanned skin proof of the good life they led. They had just spent the morning exercising and were heading for lunch.
“You have any ETA on your next assignment?” the lithe blond asked.
Seifer shook his head.
“Hopefully I’ll not get anything for the next three weeks. I need the break,” Almasy muttered, green eyes darkening marginally.
Zell chuckled and chucked his fists in his pockets.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he chirped and got a dark glare.
“Hey, I was there too!”
“You weren’t one of the main characters,” Seifer retorted dryly.
Zell only smirked knowingly.
“Not like you didn’t enjoy it. I’ve heard a lot of clients are requesting you and Leonhart. Actually, me and the others are getting a bit jealous,” the lithe man sniffed.
Almasy rolled his eyes.
“As if the lot of you don’t get enough offers as it is.”
The tattooed blond just chuckled. The two bishonens entered the compound’s restaurant. It was already full with men in all ages. You’d think you had just walked into a model magazine. Pretty boys, handsome men, sturdy studs and just the kind of masculine goodness that would make any perverted girl/boy drool.
The tall blond easily spotted the PBSF’s ten star bishonen. Squall Leonhart was seated by a window that gave him such a gloria of sun he seemed angelic. Dressed in dark pants and an almost translucent shirt he looked that much more delicate. Delicate but not fragile. In the v of his shirt toned pectorals could be seen and anyone acquainted with the brunet knew the rigorous training schedule he had.
Almasy sauntered over and glided into the chair opposite the reading man. Blue-grey eyes looked up long enough to give the two blonds a curt nod. The tattooed martial artist arched an eyebrow at the 1000 pages thick book.
“You actually intend to read that?” he asked in disbelief.
“I’m at page 15,” Squall said defiantly.
Seifer whistled and grinned at the rebellious look he got.
“Page 15... That must be more than you’ve read for a whole year.”
He deftly avoided the smack aimed for his head.
“It’s a good book. My manager gave it to me. Said something about it helping others in my situation,” Leonhart sniffed haughtily before returning to read it.
Boldly the lithe blond lifted the book to read the title. He then arched an eyebrow.
“Handbook for returning to normalcy after a thorough character alteration through brutal sexual exploitation?” he quoted.
“Holy shit, that is actually a title?”
The tall blond snagged the book to read the title himself. Squall took a bite from his sandwich and eyed the green eyed man expecting some snide remark. Seifer just nodded solemnly and casually started flipping through it.
“Maybe I should get this thing too,” he muttered almost quiet enough for no one to hear.
The three boys sat in silence for a while. After a sip of his lemonade, Zell cleared his throat.
“How are the therapy sessions coming?” he asked softly since it was a very touchy subject.
Squall tensed immediately but with a great intake of breath, he forced himself to relax again.
“Fine actually. I’ve been able to cut down on medication and my doctor thinks I’ll be free from them in another month. At least I didn’t need re-conditioning...” the brunet answered and gave the tall blond a meaningful look.
Seifer snorted but didn’t look at the brunet longer than necessary.
“Re-conditioning? What?” Zell perked up and looked between them.
Squall made a smug smirk and Seifer waved a hand dismissively.
“Nothing.”
“Aw, come on! I have a right to be let in on things.”
“Have not,” Seifer retorted.
“Have too! We’re buddies, right?” Zell whined.
But Almasy kept quiet through the whining and whimpers and demands and threats until Squall chuckled and smiled in amusement.
“He got a hard on every time he saw me,” the brunet purred.
Green eyes glared murderously and Zell stared wide eyed at the blond.
“For real?” he breathed, body quivering with held back laughter.
“It’s not funny,” Seifer muttered and looked away from the two men as they barely held from guffawing.
“Serious? How did they manage to re-condition that kind of response?”
Since the blond wasn’t inclined to answer, Zell turned to Squall who shrugged.
“Doesn’t really matter, we’re getting back on track and that’s all that matter. God knows I need a normal assignment the next coming year,” Seifer growled.
They rose and left the restaurant.
“And what would be normal?” Squall asked with a tone that said normal in their world was abnormal for everyone else.
“Why, like a normal heterosexual pairing maybe? Even a bisexual one would be alright,” he growled.
“I thought you had a scene with that southern chick whatever her name was,” Zell scratched the back of his head.
“Shylla and that was just a short flick, not even consummated.”
“I’d be happy not working for another year or so. A heterosexual thing wouldn’t be so bad either,” Squall admitted.
The two blonds almost laughed straight out.
“You fucking a chick? You gotta be kidding. Do you even know what to do?” Seifer leered with mirth.
“Of course I do! I passed my education like everyone else here!” Squall hissed angrily.
“Right, right, but you do know you’re labelled yaoi sub right?” Zell leered and the brunet snorted.
“Doesn’t mean there’s no one out there wanting to do something else...” he pouted.
The three friends continued down a set of corridors leading to their private quarters. Just as they were to enter an elevator leading to the apartments, quick stiletto heels against the hard floor made them turn around. It was unusual for anyone running around in the corridor. At the sight of a short woman dressed in a grey suit, hair in a hard knot and round glasses, Seifer and Squall paled. She was looking both falsely distressed and evilly smug and she was waving a bundle of papers.
“Good, I caught you two. Here I got the manuscript for your new assignment,” she said as she stopped in front of the three men.
She handed the tall blond and the brunet one bundle each.
“Hold on here a minute, I didn’t even know I had an assignment yet,” Seifer growled without looking at the bundle he started waving around.
Squall had only read the first page and his hands went white around the edges of the manuscript.
“Yes well, this came today with express delivery. The client wants you on the double. Well, mostly Squall because he got the biggest part,” the manager said while correcting her glasses.
“It hasn’t even gone two weeks since that other fucked up assignment!” Seifer complained loudly.
Zell, having noticed the brunet’s reaction, snatched Almasy’s copy and stared at the front page stating the story title and author. He tugged at the arm of the raging blond.
“Seifer... you might wanna look at this,” he said with a strained smiled.
With a huff Seifer took the manuscript and at reading the first page, he too went white and his hands turned to fists around the bundle.
“If there’s any problems you can write a complaint that will be thoroughly read and trashed but otherwise please pack your things and be ready to leave at 17:00,” the woman smiled brightly.
“This... this...” Squall croaked out.
Eyes wide and face so pale he looked ghostly.
“That isn’t who I think it is?” Seifer filled in staring down at the manager.
“Yes, that is she,” she smiled.
“Not she like in Her right? There must be thousands of author’s with that silly pen name,” Squall protested with a sharp edge of hysteria in his voice.
The manager shrugged and clasped her hands behind her back. Obviously she wasn’t the least distraught and actually quite smugly pleased.
“I’m afraid not. As I said. Ready and prepared at 17:00 by the cars,” she smiled.
“Prepared!?” Squall screeched losing all dignity and his voice pitched high in hysteria.
“Who can prepare for anything that, that fiend comes up with!?” he screamed.
“I’m not accepting this! Where’s the boss, I’ll refuse to take this assignment!” the brunet screamed and scattered the manuscript all over the corridor before briskly walking off.
“You really don’t have a choice Squall, but I’m sure we can make some deal with the client,” the manager hastily followed her hysteric ward.
“Hey! That better apply to me too!” Seifer groused and stomped after the two while crushing the bundle of papers in his hands.
Left was Zell who sighed and called for the elevator. He calmly entered and punched in his floor. Once the doors dinged close and the elevator had ascended, the corridor lay calm and quiet again. Left on the floor was the scattered manuscript. Innocently turned up was the front page, reading:
To Love a Cop
Author: Shehanitan
Coming by Christmas 2010