Noire

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Author:- Kat

Disclaimer:- I don't own Final Fantasy or Squaresoft or anything in particular to be honest. I do however own a box, but don't take that away from me! And I don't do drugs if that was what you were thinking? Honest!

Notes:- I hate school.

'Thoughts ~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*= Changes in times, places ect.

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Tease

"Hey, people!" Rinoa greeted the people she worked with as she entered the warehouse at 7:30am Tuesday morning.

Several shouts of 'hello' and 'hiya' chorused back to the ebony haired female. She smiled sweetly at Leonelle Barkshire, a close ally, when she handed Rinoa a clipboard with the day's agenda on it. Rinoa skimmed her dark eyes over the paper and unhooked it from the board, folding it and pushing it into her pocket. She nodded to Leo, as she was called, and continued along her way through the warehouse collecting various other pieces of paper as she went.

She listened to her footsteps echo through the large building amongst the chatter of the people Zell had working for him; Rinoa could hear talks going on about new drugs coming in and going out. She dodged boxes and crates as she made her way to a flight of stairs which she climbed gracefully. She swept a few loose strands of hair away from her eyes and placed them back behind her ears.

"Hey, Mouse!!" A voice shouted.

Rinoa scowled at the nickname that Steven Marlan, or Stevo as he was know, gave her a couple of weeks ago. She had been given the name when she got pissed and started to squeak instead of laugh. Steven thought the event was particularly funny and continuously took the mickey out of Rinoa for ages after, calling her Mouse. The name stuck even though Rinoa didn't approve of it and often hit Steve for calling her it.

"Yes?" Rinoa turned to meet Steven from the top of the stairs, putting a hand on her hip and listing her head to the side.

Steven sprinted to the bottom of the stairs and looked upwards. "Have you seen Fuu this morning?"

Rinoa raised an eyebrow. "No, I haven't seen her. Hasn't she come in yet? She was supposed to be in half past."

"Well, she better be here soon. She's supposed to be supervising a shipment to the Razors at ten."

"Well, if she ain't in then you'll have to ring Dave up to come and do it."

"But it's Dave's day off today innit?"

"Well, then, he'll just have to get his lazy fat arse off his couch and get in here. The Razors will fucking have our heads if they don't get their stuff," Rinoa raised her voice to get the message through. "And don't call me Mouse!!"

"Whatever," Steven shrugged. "I'll wait another half an hour, if Fuu ain't in I'm ringin' Dave."

Rinoa nodded and watched Steven walk off to examine some crates. She continued on her travels, reaching Zell's office and rapping on the door lightly and waiting a few seconds before walking in. She smiled at Squall as she entered. He scowled at her dangerously from his perch on the front edge of Zell's desk, still hating her for coming onto him the other night at Glacial Stars.

"Morning, Sir," Rinoa placed herself in front of the desk and handed Zell a sheet of paper with shipments that were due to go out scribbled on it.

"'Sup, Rin. You got your agenda for today?" Zell picked up a pen and wrote on the piece of paper, handing it back to Rinoa for her to obe. e.

She quickly scanned the writing, finding it a little difficult because of Zell's daft law of no sunlight in his presence until 8:00am. "Yessir, I'm on my way in fifteen minutes to see Martin Stowles about that dodgy shipment he sent us last week."

"Good, good. Make sure he says it *was* him though, Rin; he's a bastard for lying," Zell stated.

"Will do, Sir."

"And what about that shipment to the Razors? I take it Fuu is already seeing to things?"

Rinoa hesitated. "Well, um, she's not here yet. Don't know where she is either. She left our apartment before I was up this morning."

Zell raised an eyebrow. He leaned back in his chair and prd hid his feet up on his desk. "Well, try and get a hold of her then. The Razors don't take kindly to late supplies. Now, go see if ya can get her on her phone or summat. I've got stuff to arrange before we go out tonight. What's the club called again, Squall?"

The brunette sat up straight at his name, turning his head to meet Zell. "Mesmerize."

"That's the one," Zell clicked his fingers. "We need you and Fuu here at nine sharp tonight, we leave at quarter past."

"Yessir," Rinoa smiled and turned on her heels to leave the office. She closed the door lightly as she left.

Squall watched her every step dangerously. He'd thought of her differently ever since she began to cop feels off him. She'd tried it again even after Glacial Stars and Squall had almost hit her that time, right in front of Fujin as well. He'd began to keep his distance until he cooled off; he wasn't in the best of moods most days, still remembering Seifer flirting with his boyfriend at the club made him still jealous.

Squall swung his legs back and forth from his seat like a little kid. "Where do you think Fuu is?"

Zell looked up from some papers he was reading. "Dunno, but she better get her ass in here soon or I'll kill her."

"You don't mean that literally?" Squall worried, knowing what Zell was like.

"Na, 'course I don't," Zell extended an arm towards Squall, handing him a sheet of paper. "Take that down to Leonelle will ya?"

"Ok," Squall jumped off the edge of the desk nimbly and jogged from the room; highly unusual since it's difficult to jog in leather half the time.

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"Rinoa!"

The ebony haired female looked up from her clipboard at hearing her name. She watched Fujin run in, dodging round various people and crates.

"Fujin! Where the fuck have you been?!" Rinoa scowled, glancing at her watch. "It's five minutes to ten! Stevo was just about to call Dave to cover your shipment supervision!"

Fujin collapsed onto a nearby box to the left of Rinoa, regaining her composure and normal breathing pace. Her forehead was doused in sweat and the front tips of her fringe damp. "Sor-sorry, I've been talking...to someone."

Rinoa dropped her clipboard onto the floor and placed her hands on her hips. "Talking?! We nearly had to find a replacement for you because you were talking?! Christ, Fuu! I think Zell would've killed you if you were any later!"

"Woah, sorry, Rin! If this-"

"Who the hell were you talking to?" Rinoa cut off Fujin's sentence.

"Well, erm..." Fujin hesid and and thought for a second. "Um, a friend."

"A friend?"

"Yeah, um, a friend. Look, I'm sorry if I caused any trouble, but I had to talk to him, it was *real* important, about a loan for someone. Please don't gimme any more agro, it's too early in the morning, I have a headache and I need to get straight the work otherwise Zell will rip out my throat." With that, Fujin jumped off the box and began to walk off in the direction of where Leo was sorting out agendas.

Rinoa's facial features softened. She hadn't meant to shout at Fujin and be a bitch, she was just worried about the shipment to the Razors. They were a gang full of bastards you really didn't want to get on the bad side of.

They were regular buyers of Crack Cocaine and Ecstasy from Zell, and Rinoa could still remember the time their shipment came late. 'Carnage' was the word that still reminded her of it. Three of Zell's workers were killed that day, from then on, everyone always made sure stuff was delivered to the Razors on time wherever and whenever they wanted.

"Wait, Fujin," Rinoa ran after the silver haired female and grabbed her shoulder gently. "I'm sorry for shouting, it's just been stressful worrying about you not turning up, you know what the Razors are like."

Fujin smiled and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Rinoa's lips. "I know, it's not your fault, Rin, it's mine. I'm sorry for showing up late."

Rinoa smiled back. "Zell wants us to meet him here at nine sharp tonight, we're goin' to another club, ok? Please don't let this one slip."

Fujin nodded and strolled off to go collect her own agenda from Leo. Rinoa picked her clipboard back up and began to study it again, not even considering for a minute that Fujin was a liar.

Yes, Fujin had been talking with a friend about something important, but the thing about the loan was bullshit. She'd been talking with Seifer about where Zell was headed next, and now she had info that they were headed to another club tonight she needed to phone Seifer back up and let him know the name of the club when she had it. Seifer could then continue his questioning from the other night.

Fujin hated turning against her friends, Rinoa especially and it always ate away at her inside, but when she agreed to become an informant for SeeD she understood the consequences and took them in maturely. Rinoa didn't know, and Fujin didn't want her to. In fact, nobody knew what she was up to with SeeD, and if anybody did find out she was sure to be brutally murdered. Harshly, painfully slowly and brutally murdered. That's why she had to be careful, and five minutes ago, she almost let it slip.

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"I really wouldn't have thought that I'd see you again, Seifer," Zell propped his head up with his hands as he talked to the blonde.

"Neither did I," Seifer lied.

It'd only been an hour in Mesmerize and Seifer had tracked down Zell without making it look like he'd been searching for him. The two had already engaged in deep conversation, not to Squall's amusement at all. As soon as Squall had laid eyes on Seifer a second time, he felt that same twinge of jealous twist inside him and his fists tighten. He couldn't stand around and ran off somewhere to get slowly pissed and spy on the two.

Rinoa and Fujin were killing themselves on the dance floor to some new dance tunes out the same day. Fujin still felt guilty about betraying people she'd grown to know well, but she tried not to let it get to her. She was going to enjoy the evening whilst she could. It might be her last if Seifer got all the information he needed tonight.

Fujin looked over her shoulder at Zell and Seifer; they were chatting away like they'd known each other for years. She noticed Squall wasn't present with them and she knew why. Even if he didn't tell anyone, she could tell Squall was jealous. Just the way he acted was a dead give away: glaring at Seifer the moment he caught his eye and stomping off somewhere else without saying anything as soon Seifer sat down. Fujin had been monitoring the SeeD's movements since he entered the club, and she just couldn't help but notice Squall stropping off at the same time.

Rinoa tossed her head about wildly to the beat of the music, swaying her hips and arms at the same time to make it look like she were the ultimate experienced dancer. And it was true in a sense, she'd been to so many club raves before she'd just got better and better at dancing.

The dance floor was vibrating at the volume of the music; it was intense to well high above maximum. The lights flashed maniacally around the room in so many different colours it was hard to count. The lights made it difficult for Rinoa to see the figure heading towards her.

A hand grabbed Rinoa's shoulder and dragged her to the sidelines of the dance floor. "Rinoa!!"

"Leo!! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Rinoa frowned.

"Rinoa! I just got an-n urgent message from...Steven that the Razors are r-raiding the warehouse!!" Leo's breathing rate was uneven, she was breathing in short, ragged gasps and was finding it hard to talk.

Rinoa's eyes widened and she froze. "Shit! Are you joking me?! But the orders were shipped on time!"

"I know, but the bastards thought that they'd just spend their evening fucking up out business!! You need to get Zell over to the warehouse now!"

Rinoa didn't hesitate to turn quickly and run, pushing through the mounds of people on the dance floor desperately.

Leo leaned against the nearest wall and closed her eyes, trying to get herself back to normal. She wiped at her brow. She'd just run half a mile to the club, after jumping off the bus she was riding too early without realising it.

"Leo!" eo teo turned to greet Fujin who was making her way towards her. "Oh, Fujin!"

"Leo, where's Rinoa? Why are you here?" Fujin asked.

"There's gonna be a raid on the warehouse by the Razors, Rinoa has gone to fetch Zell."

"Oh, shit..."

Fujin was stuck. She'd told Seifer that she'd keep an eye on him at the club tonight, but she also knew the risks of what'd happen if the warehouse was in trouble. She chewed on her lower lip, thinking of what she could do. She might as well go defend the warehouse with Zell. After all, she was a tough girl and she didn't want to make it look like she was in cahoots with something else a.k.a SeeD because she didn't go.

"Thanks, Leo," Fujin waved at the female worker and ran off.

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"Sir!!" Rinoa skidded to a halt beside Zell, her hair flying in so many directions, but she didn't have time to push it back behind her ears.

Zell raised an eyebrow at the ebony haired girl, wondering at her haste. "Rinoa?"

"Sir!! The Razors are attacking the warehouse!!" Rinoa placed her fists on the table heavily, her forehead mildly doused in sweat from the sprint and from the worry.

Zell jumped to his feet, eyes wide with fright. "What?! You being serious, Rin?!"

"Deadly fucking serious, Sir!! Steven contacted Leo a bit ago about it and she's just informed me on the dance floor!"

Seifer smiled minimally and he listened to every last bit of the conversation. A thing like this could be used as firm evidence when he reported back to SeeD. He thought about the promotions he could receive, always making sure he had a sort of concerned look about his face.

"Rinoa! Zell!" Fujin joined the table.

Zell needed to make sure it was a genuine raid and not just a childish hoax. "Is all this true?!"

"Yes!" The two girls shouted in unison.

"Lets go!" Zell grabbed his jacket and slung it around his shoulder, signalling the two girls to follow him. He pulled out a mobile phone and quickly dialled a number whilst running and pushing his way out of the club. He had to get everyone together if he was going into a fight against the Razors. He'd thought about Squall, and had decided in a a second that he would leave him at the club; he didn't want the brunette to get hurt.

Fujin gave Seifer an apologetic glance before running off. Seifer replied with a nod and took out a notepad and pen and noted something down.

Meanwhile, Squall watched from a balcony above where Zell was sitting three seconds ago. He took a drink from the bottle of vodka and orange he had in his hand. He was only mildly drunk when he promised himself he'd get wasted, but that was good. He'd need to be able to at least keep his thoughts straight for the revenge plan he had just formulated. It was his turn to have some fith ith Seifer, but nasty and confusing fun.

Sure, Squall felt left out again and lonely. He'd just watched Rinoa, Fujin and Zell leave the club in a hurry without a single word to let him know what was going on. He realised it must've been something important thought to have to leave so quickly though. He'd get Zell to fill him out on the details later. Zell could take care of himself, Squall wasn't worried about the blonde drugs dealer.

Squall took a last drink from the bottle of alcohol he had and set it down on a nearby table before sauntering downstairs, watching Seifer's every twitch of movement. He made his hips sway enticingly in the tight, leather trousers he wore; the first stage of his revenge plan was make himself look sexy.

His plan consisted of making Seifer want him. Want him so bad that he got to the point of a hard on. If Squall could make Seifer want him instead of Zell, he figured that Zell would be ok and safe from Seifer. Then Squall would just drop Seifer like a rock off a cliff and he'd be gone out of both their lives forever. The brunette had carried out this kind of plan before with fantastic results, it wasn't a difficult plan, but it took one wrong movement to fuck it up.

"Hi there," Squall put on his friendliest voice, although he found it incredibly hard to be friendly to Seifer. He sat down next to the large blonde, quite close in fact.

Seifer discretely tried to slip the notepad and pen he had into his jacket pocket. He smiled "Oh, hi, Squall. Didn't have a chance to talk to you earlier. You just sorta ran off."

"Yeah, well, I...um, spotted someone I knew; an old friend of mine and had to go...talk to him while I had the chance," Squall lied, trying to keep his friendly tone.

"So then, whatcha been up to?"

"Nothing much, I was actually hoping I could see you again..." Squall, in reality, wanted to throw up.

"Really? Well, I'm here now. I might as well keep you company whilst you're here on your own?"

"I'd like that," Squall fakely confessed.

Seifer scored himself a point. He could sit and gawk at the guy he seriously fancied more than Zell and have a good time too without having to bother about his SeeD mission the the time being. He had most of the information he needed for now, he was just missing some extra little bits that he could've acquired if Zell hadn't have ran out at the last second.

Squall smirked to himself. 'Time to heat things up.' He plastered a coy look on his face and slowly began to trail his index finger up the length of Seifer's arm and to rest on his shoulder.

Seifer looked at the brunette worriedly. "Um, Squall, what are-"

"Seifer," Squall cut off the blonde's sentence. "Do you know how much I fancy you?"

Seifer's heart stopped. 'Fucking hell! What do I do?!' He nervously watched Squall's hand move from resting on his single shoulder, round his back to the other so the brunette's arm was fully around Seifer. The large blonde didn't know what to do or say. He was caught up in his own desires, frozen at what Squall was doing when he was supposed to be Zell's boyfriend.

"Squall, I, um, don't think that you should..." Seifer trailed off.

Squall responded by jumping into Seifer's lap in one swift movement; still with that same coy look on his face and the rest of his plan firmly lodged in his head. Squall wrapped his arms around Seifer's neck, wanting ever so much to laugh at the look on his face. Squall had to keep his cool though, like he told himself before, one wrong move or word could fuck the whole thing up.

"Squall..." Was all that Seifer could force out, considering the situation he was currently in. He didn't know what else he could say since he was frozen with shock.

"Shhh," Squall placed a finger onto Seifer's lips and leaned in towards his left ear, purposely grinding his hips against the blonde's at the same time. "What do you like from your lovers?" Squall whispered almost incoherent.

'Fuck, Squall what're you doing?!' Seifer shifted uncomfortably in his seat; a familiar heat forming in his groin. He swallowed dryly and watched Squall meet his eyes again, the brunette never removing the finger he had placed on Seifer's lips.

Squall tickled the back of Seifer's neck with the hand still wrapped around it. He could by now feel Seifer's hard on, it was a bit obvious. That was stage two out of three of Squall's plan now complete. Stage three was simple; don't kiss him, but make some sort of mouth contact with Seifer.

Squall put it straight into action. He took away the single finger he had placed on Seifer's lips and leaned in enough so that he could feel the blonde's ragged breathing against his soft own. Squall gently drew a line across Seifer's parted lips with his tongue, moistening them from their once dry state.

Seifer almost passed out watching Squall part from his lips. His heart rate had increased at least twenty times over. Watching the person he fancied real bad come onto him like that was a weird experience, but not surprisingly, he still liked it; even if Squall wasn't his SeeD mission. And another thing made Seifer think: if he was straight, why the hell did he gain a hard on from another guy? He made a mental note somewhere to think about his sexuality.

Squall's revenge plan was complete. He could still feel Seifer's hard arousal beneath his thighs. Smirking, he swiftly jumped from Seifer's lap and winked at the blonde before walking off in the direction of the bar; still with that elusive hip movement that said 'I am sexy!'.

If only Seifer could see that Squall was joking around and really couldn't give two flying fucks about him. In reality, Squall really wanted Seifer out of his life now.

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A/N:- Phew, this one took a lot outta me. All day it took me! *glances at clock* Yup, its 10:43pm, took me all day. Yeah, yeah I know. Don't say anything because I already know how sad I am, lol.

~Kat