Disclaimer: Is there any need for a disclaimer anymore!? . . . Oh, yeah, there is, actually. While there are characters in this story that belong to Squaresoft, there are also many characters that belong to me; they were created and designed by me. The magic system, the White Formation, is my own also; don't use it without my written consent! The story is also original, so please don't steal it!
Started: February 1, 2000
Finished: February 1, 2000
~ Prologue: ~
~ Intentions in the Dark ~
"He is the last one. . .?"
The clock tolled twelve times, signifying midnight.
"Yes, he is."
Seifer Almasy mumbled something obscene under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fujin, what's taking so long?" he demanded, looking irritably at the silver-haired girl standing in front of the counter.
"An impatient fellow."
Fujin turned and looked at him with one red eye, the other lost to a black eyepatch. "GIL, INSUFFICIENT," she intoned, shaking her head sadly. They, the former Disciplinary Committee of Balamb Garden, were trying to buy their way into the only hotel in Balamb.
"How much could it possibly cost for one night's stay?" the eighteen-year old growled, running a hand through his short blond hair crossly. He hated not having a permanent place to stay, like his dorm room back at the Garden. But this was the way he and his posse had been forced to live for the last week and a half, wandering in and out of Balamb City every few days.
"A LOT," was the girl's reply. She pointed at the clock, which hung behind the yawning hotel manager at the counter. "MIDNIGHT. AFTER HOURS."
"After hours?!" Seifer repeated. "It's a damn hotel, for crying outloud!!"
"Very poetic young man, isn't he?"
"I wouldn't judge him now if I were you. You chose the despot first."
"At least he is stronger mentally than this worthless puppet you chose. He succumbed to a sorceress' power. Pathetic."
"Hey, I've got the gil, ya know?!" called the dark-skinned young man known as Raijin. He came running in, carrying a pouch filled with gil. "I sold those Elixirs like you told me to, ya know?"
"IDIOT!" Fujin bellowed, snatching the pouch from the taller teenager and promptly kicking him in the shin. "PHOENIX DOWNS. NOT ELIXIRS."
"Owwww. . .!" Raijin whimpered and hopped up and down on one foot, holding his injured shin. "Ya don't have to kick so hard, Fujin!"
Seifer sighed and buried his face in his gloved hands. "It's too late for this," he moaned. "Just hurry up and pay the guy."
"Lively bunch, aren't they?"
"Indeed. It's almost a shame we have to split them apart."
"Almost."
* * * * *
A pair of eyes averted upwards to see two people coming towards him. ". . . So, you've found the final one?"
One of the two approaching people nodded. "Yes. Seifer Almasy is mine."
"Good. I've been waiting for you two to finish finding him."
The third chuckled darkly. "But it's all worth it in the end, isn't it?"
The other two nodded, and the third's chuckles grew in volume.
"Let it begin."
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