Fire-Cross Knight
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VIII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
862
Reviews:
32
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.
In Which We See How Betrayal Effects The Proud
With everyone who knew better already outside of Garden, it only took Squall a few minutes to convince Cid that this was an excellent idea. Of course, Cid had always been a little slow, and when Edea had been thrilled to hear that Seifer was, in her own words, “alive and well,” Cid had insisted that Seifer come to work for the Garden. Full room, board, and a handsome paycheck as well. He was more than welcome to live in the Garden effective immediately, but he would not begin work until the following semester. And this semester had just begun two weeks ago.
Which was just as well, because Seifer really knew nothing about teaching.
Squall showed Seifer to his new dorm, which was actually three hallways away from Squall’s own. Once they had entered, Squall realized that Seifer only had one set of badly tattered clothes. Which wouldn’t hold well with the rest of the Garden, of course.
“I can wear anything,” Seifer said. “I can put anything on and I can take anything off. But if I go to the Place Between and leave again, and I imagine if you call me, when I get to the Place Between and when I come out, I’m wearing these clothes again.” He gestured to himself as if to demonstrate.
“Then you’ll have to keep from going to the Place Between without intentionally removing your new clothes,” Squall said softly. “Because you will need new clothes.”
After they had established Seifer’s encoding into the security door, they left the Garden. Squall had decided he didn’t want to deal with the people of Balamb recognizing Seifer (if for no other reason than he was a prick) and took Ragnarok. As the one who had legitimately found the vehicle, he was the one that actually owned it, and was allowed to take it wherever he wanted. The Garden actually paid for any fuel he owned in exchange for being allowed to use the vehicle for whatever purposes they might need it.
Seifer had stepped on to the spaceship with perfect amazement. He hadn’t seen anything like it, even working for Ultimecia- all of her machinery had run on her own magic, and while he had seen a great deal of amazing magic, he had never seen anything quite like this.
Squall hadn’t even given him a walkthrough of the ship. He took Seifer directly to the piloting room, explaining things they passed on the way. When they sat down, Seifer watched Squall pilot the machine with extreme interest.
“Any place in particular that you would like to go look for clothing?” Squall asked Seifer, who looked at him for a moment before returning his interest to the instruments.
“I don’t have any gil,” he answered rather matter-of-factly. “I won’t be getting paid for another week.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Squall said. In all sincerity, he hated how much gil he had. He quite honestly had enough to both purchase and run a small country and he would never have needed, nor wanted anything for the rest of his life. It made him ill to think about how much gil he had, and since the day he asked himself what normal people would do with it, he knew that bank account would never sit well with him.
Normal people spent their money on their loved ones, and friends.
After a few moments of silence, Squall glanced from his controls to Seifer, who was looking very pointedly at him.
“What?” Squall asked, uncomfortable. He didn’t really think it was such a big deal. After all, it was only money, and he had more than he could ever possibly need.
“You’re offering to replace my wardrobe?” His voice was quiet, and Squall could feel Seifer’s reservations and surprise.
“Seifer, to live a human life, you’ll need clothing. Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he said, trying very hard to keep his face blank. He didn’t like the creeping gratitude he sensed in the place where his mind used to be silent.
“…” Seifer didn’t speak, but Squall became aware of a new feeling associated with the gratitude, one he couldn’t address. Seifer felt shame.
While they flew in silence, Squall didn’t know it, but Seifer had realized that if their positions were reversed he wasn’t certain he would be so kind to Squall. As far as Seifer was concerned, his murder had only been his just desserts. He had turned traitor on the only home he had ever had, on the only family he had ever known. He had tried to destroy the world. Yet, Squall had provided him with a job, a reliable source of income, protection from anyone who would junction and control him, and had taken him back to Garden, his one home. He had given Seifer a life again, even after death.
The flight that followed was filled with silence.
Which was just as well, because Seifer really knew nothing about teaching.
Squall showed Seifer to his new dorm, which was actually three hallways away from Squall’s own. Once they had entered, Squall realized that Seifer only had one set of badly tattered clothes. Which wouldn’t hold well with the rest of the Garden, of course.
“I can wear anything,” Seifer said. “I can put anything on and I can take anything off. But if I go to the Place Between and leave again, and I imagine if you call me, when I get to the Place Between and when I come out, I’m wearing these clothes again.” He gestured to himself as if to demonstrate.
“Then you’ll have to keep from going to the Place Between without intentionally removing your new clothes,” Squall said softly. “Because you will need new clothes.”
After they had established Seifer’s encoding into the security door, they left the Garden. Squall had decided he didn’t want to deal with the people of Balamb recognizing Seifer (if for no other reason than he was a prick) and took Ragnarok. As the one who had legitimately found the vehicle, he was the one that actually owned it, and was allowed to take it wherever he wanted. The Garden actually paid for any fuel he owned in exchange for being allowed to use the vehicle for whatever purposes they might need it.
Seifer had stepped on to the spaceship with perfect amazement. He hadn’t seen anything like it, even working for Ultimecia- all of her machinery had run on her own magic, and while he had seen a great deal of amazing magic, he had never seen anything quite like this.
Squall hadn’t even given him a walkthrough of the ship. He took Seifer directly to the piloting room, explaining things they passed on the way. When they sat down, Seifer watched Squall pilot the machine with extreme interest.
“Any place in particular that you would like to go look for clothing?” Squall asked Seifer, who looked at him for a moment before returning his interest to the instruments.
“I don’t have any gil,” he answered rather matter-of-factly. “I won’t be getting paid for another week.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Squall said. In all sincerity, he hated how much gil he had. He quite honestly had enough to both purchase and run a small country and he would never have needed, nor wanted anything for the rest of his life. It made him ill to think about how much gil he had, and since the day he asked himself what normal people would do with it, he knew that bank account would never sit well with him.
Normal people spent their money on their loved ones, and friends.
After a few moments of silence, Squall glanced from his controls to Seifer, who was looking very pointedly at him.
“What?” Squall asked, uncomfortable. He didn’t really think it was such a big deal. After all, it was only money, and he had more than he could ever possibly need.
“You’re offering to replace my wardrobe?” His voice was quiet, and Squall could feel Seifer’s reservations and surprise.
“Seifer, to live a human life, you’ll need clothing. Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he said, trying very hard to keep his face blank. He didn’t like the creeping gratitude he sensed in the place where his mind used to be silent.
“…” Seifer didn’t speak, but Squall became aware of a new feeling associated with the gratitude, one he couldn’t address. Seifer felt shame.
While they flew in silence, Squall didn’t know it, but Seifer had realized that if their positions were reversed he wasn’t certain he would be so kind to Squall. As far as Seifer was concerned, his murder had only been his just desserts. He had turned traitor on the only home he had ever had, on the only family he had ever known. He had tried to destroy the world. Yet, Squall had provided him with a job, a reliable source of income, protection from anyone who would junction and control him, and had taken him back to Garden, his one home. He had given Seifer a life again, even after death.
The flight that followed was filled with silence.