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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
776
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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 2
She drifted back to consciousness when she heard someone calling her name, "Quistis? Yoo hoo! Quissss-tisssss!!!! Time to get up! You don't wanna be late, do you, Instructor?" She frowned slightly when she realised that the someone who was speaking to her in that sing-songy voice sounded an AWFUL lot like Seifer...that wasn't possible though. Seifer Almasy was dead!
What evil sort of shit would do that? Knowing how much Seifer had meant to her, they would have to be REALLY evil to copy his voice like that! She shot up in her bed; ready to give whomever the evil person was a piece of her mind. "SEIFER!" What the hell! You're dead!" She declared flatly, he flashed her his trademark smirk then, "Yes, I am. Your point?" She looked at him confusedly for a moment.
"I'm dreaming!" He nodded, "Yeah, you are." He pointed to his beloved grey trench, "I would have thought that this would have given it away - seeing as how the last time you saw it, I was wearing it. Right before I was blown to pieces by the explosion, hmm!"
She gulped, "You just had to remind me, didn't you? Why are you here? I assume you want SOMETHING if you are here, dream or no!"
He looked at her and this time she was treated to one of his rare but exquisitely beautiful smiles...."No flies on you, Instructor are there? You're right. I'm here to tell you to stop the drinking. I am also to be your messenger from here on in..."
Quistis stared at him not understanding what he was saying to her, "My messenger? What sort of messenger?"
Seifer sighed and sat down to make himself more comfortable, he set Hyperion down on his right side within easy reach. "Apparently, the Powers That Be are aware that things are going to be rocky for the world from here on in. I am being sent to you - no one else. With a warning, to give you time to prepare." He looked at her expectantly.
She blinked, "You're telling me that I am being turned into a PROPHET????" Seifer laughed, "If a prophet is someone who passes on information from an Angel, then yeah, I guess that's what you are. Which is why you need to stop drinking!"
He sighed, "Time for me to go!" He looked at her sadly, "I missed you Quistis, please kick the alcohol!" With that he turned and left.
What evil sort of shit would do that? Knowing how much Seifer had meant to her, they would have to be REALLY evil to copy his voice like that! She shot up in her bed; ready to give whomever the evil person was a piece of her mind. "SEIFER!" What the hell! You're dead!" She declared flatly, he flashed her his trademark smirk then, "Yes, I am. Your point?" She looked at him confusedly for a moment.
"I'm dreaming!" He nodded, "Yeah, you are." He pointed to his beloved grey trench, "I would have thought that this would have given it away - seeing as how the last time you saw it, I was wearing it. Right before I was blown to pieces by the explosion, hmm!"
She gulped, "You just had to remind me, didn't you? Why are you here? I assume you want SOMETHING if you are here, dream or no!"
He looked at her and this time she was treated to one of his rare but exquisitely beautiful smiles...."No flies on you, Instructor are there? You're right. I'm here to tell you to stop the drinking. I am also to be your messenger from here on in..."
Quistis stared at him not understanding what he was saying to her, "My messenger? What sort of messenger?"
Seifer sighed and sat down to make himself more comfortable, he set Hyperion down on his right side within easy reach. "Apparently, the Powers That Be are aware that things are going to be rocky for the world from here on in. I am being sent to you - no one else. With a warning, to give you time to prepare." He looked at her expectantly.
She blinked, "You're telling me that I am being turned into a PROPHET????" Seifer laughed, "If a prophet is someone who passes on information from an Angel, then yeah, I guess that's what you are. Which is why you need to stop drinking!"
He sighed, "Time for me to go!" He looked at her sadly, "I missed you Quistis, please kick the alcohol!" With that he turned and left.