Just like old times...
So, after Rikku leaves... and such... Seifer does what?
Fujin pushed open the swinging door of the bar and stepped slowly into the smoky dimness. She scanned the crowd with her one sharp eye and spotted a blond haired man wearing a gray trench coat sitting at the bar.
Seifer was sitting at the bar, running the tip of his finger slowly around a half empty bottle of import beer, staring off into the distance. He didn’t notice her arrival – being quite caught up in his own thoughts.
“Seifer...” Fujin spoke quietly as she stepped up to him. She stood silently beside him, waiting for him to look up and notice her.
His head turned slowly, his glazed expression only half interested, but brightened when he saw her. His eyes popped open and his mouth worked for several moments before he blurted, “Fujin!?”
“YES,” she replied, watching him closely. She leaned slightly forward and sniffed the air. A dark frown gashed her face and she spat, “DRUNK!”
He shrugged and leaned back a bit. “Not drunk yet,” he said, holding up the bottle. “Drinking!”
She frowned even more deeply. "FOOL!"
“Nice to see you haven’t changed at least,” he snorted.
"YOU HAVE! DRUNKARD!"
“Really?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his words. “What’d you expect me to do? Sit on my ass all damn night? Christ, Fujin it’s one beer.”
The frown softened a bit and she looked to the glass held in his hand. "MORE THAN ONE, YESTERDAY!"
He straightened in his seat and his brow furrowed. “Yesterday…?” he muttered, trailing off thoughtfully. “Yesterday I had… four.”
"LIMIT?"
He shrugged again. “Probably about twelve.”
"LIAR." She told him and took the bottle out of his hand and took a drink. She swished the mouthful around in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it and setting the bottle back on the counter. "ONE YEAR." She stated, finally taking a seat beside him.
“That’d be about right,” he muttered. “Where have you been?”
"LOOKING."
He took a long swig from the bottle – effectively finishing it off – and set it back down with a loud clink. “I haven’t moved much.”
Fujin frowned at him again and stood swiftly from the stool she had only just recently claimed. She bared her teeth at him in fury and clenched her fists at her sides. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED RAIJIN AND I HAVE BEEN? YOU SELFISH, SELF OBSESSED SeeD WANNABE!" she yelled at him.
He winced but said nothing. Turning his head, he refused to look at her.
Fujin clapped a hand heavily onto his shoulder and spun him out from the bar and kicked him sharply in the shins. He lashed out and grabbed her hand faster than she could blink. “Don’t do that again.”
She hissed her breath through her teeth and kicked him again, this time in the other shin. "THREAT?"
“I haven’t completely lost my touch you know,” he grumbled, his grip tightening and twisting.
Fujin watched him for a long moment, refusing to show any pain, then reached for the patch that covered her right eye. His hand snapped back. “Alright, you win.”
"WHAT WENT WRONG?" She asked, sitting back down. Her demeanor still radiating chill, she watched him closely.
“Oh, you mean aside from everything?” he asked with a snort and ordered another beer. “Can’t say you didn’t expect it.”
"NO." She told him slowly. "SORCERESS GONE. YOU..." She paused, searching for the correct words. "FADE."
“No, sorceress not gone – the one that’s left is boinking Angst Boy, remember?” he asked, and finally grinned. “Dunno – I went looking for something to do.”
"WITHOUT US?" She asked, looking hurt for the first time.
“I didn’t know where you guys were,” he said honestly. “Figured…” He trailed off and frowned. “Hell if I know, really. Guess I figured you two would be safer not being around one of the most hated men in the world at that particular point in time.”
Fujin's face went white, and she jerkily reached over for the empty bottle still sitting on the bar in front of him. She wrapped her fingers about the bottles stout neck and almost before she realized what she was doing brought the bottle down on his head with a broad over hand swing.
It shattered. Thankfully, it hadn’t quite knocked him out, but instinct took over. Seifer stood and whipped around, balling up his fist and slamming it full force into her face. Fujin's head snapped back from the force of the punch and stars obscured her vision. She tasted blood in her mouth and nearly gave a whoop of victory, but instead, dropped low with a sweep that hit him in the back of his knees, causing them to buckle.
He sank down, braced himself on the floor with the palm of one hand and kicked out with his right leg, smashing into her shin.
"OW!" She yelled, a manic grin crossing her face as the force of the kick tumbled her forward and she landed on him with bruising force, using her elbow to break her fall.
He managed to gasp and expletive before the breath was knocked out of him and he rolled on his side, drawing in deep breaths. His eyes started tearing up. “Bitch.”
"NO." She told him, sitting back on her heels. "YOUR FRIEND."
“Yeah, but that hurt…” he muttered, gasping and not feeling well enough to get up yet. “Below the belt shots are against the rules – you know that!”
"SORRY. DIDN'T AIM."
He gave her a sore, glare – pouting – and finally sat up. His arm was still clamped around his waist. “Some excuse Fujin. You’re lucky I never wanted to have kids in the first place.”
A long moment of speculation froze Fujin's features as she imagined the unimaginable... little uber Seifers... She shuddered with suppressed horror. "LUCKY."
“Very,” he agreed and gave her a pitying glance. “Do you feel better now?”
She nodded, and actually smiled at him for a brief moment before a pair of beefy hands latched onto her and one of the bars bouncers hauled her to her feet. Another one did the same to him and he shrugged off the hand. “We were just leaving anyway,” he snapped, turning to him and not caring about the fact that his gunblade was safely locked away in its case at home.
"FUN." Fujin stated happily as they walked out of the bar with the bouncers trailing along in their wake.
“Yeah,” Seifer agreed, turning to give the bouncers the finger at the door. “Kinda like old times.”
"YES." She replied and patted him on the arm.
Fujin pushed open the swinging door of the bar and stepped slowly into the smoky dimness. She scanned the crowd with her one sharp eye and spotted a blond haired man wearing a gray trench coat sitting at the bar.
Seifer was sitting at the bar, running the tip of his finger slowly around a half empty bottle of import beer, staring off into the distance. He didn’t notice her arrival – being quite caught up in his own thoughts.
“Seifer...” Fujin spoke quietly as she stepped up to him. She stood silently beside him, waiting for him to look up and notice her.
His head turned slowly, his glazed expression only half interested, but brightened when he saw her. His eyes popped open and his mouth worked for several moments before he blurted, “Fujin!?”
“YES,” she replied, watching him closely. She leaned slightly forward and sniffed the air. A dark frown gashed her face and she spat, “DRUNK!”
He shrugged and leaned back a bit. “Not drunk yet,” he said, holding up the bottle. “Drinking!”
She frowned even more deeply. "FOOL!"
“Nice to see you haven’t changed at least,” he snorted.
"YOU HAVE! DRUNKARD!"
“Really?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his words. “What’d you expect me to do? Sit on my ass all damn night? Christ, Fujin it’s one beer.”
The frown softened a bit and she looked to the glass held in his hand. "MORE THAN ONE, YESTERDAY!"
He straightened in his seat and his brow furrowed. “Yesterday…?” he muttered, trailing off thoughtfully. “Yesterday I had… four.”
"LIMIT?"
He shrugged again. “Probably about twelve.”
"LIAR." She told him and took the bottle out of his hand and took a drink. She swished the mouthful around in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it and setting the bottle back on the counter. "ONE YEAR." She stated, finally taking a seat beside him.
“That’d be about right,” he muttered. “Where have you been?”
"LOOKING."
He took a long swig from the bottle – effectively finishing it off – and set it back down with a loud clink. “I haven’t moved much.”
Fujin frowned at him again and stood swiftly from the stool she had only just recently claimed. She bared her teeth at him in fury and clenched her fists at her sides. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED RAIJIN AND I HAVE BEEN? YOU SELFISH, SELF OBSESSED SeeD WANNABE!" she yelled at him.
He winced but said nothing. Turning his head, he refused to look at her.
Fujin clapped a hand heavily onto his shoulder and spun him out from the bar and kicked him sharply in the shins. He lashed out and grabbed her hand faster than she could blink. “Don’t do that again.”
She hissed her breath through her teeth and kicked him again, this time in the other shin. "THREAT?"
“I haven’t completely lost my touch you know,” he grumbled, his grip tightening and twisting.
Fujin watched him for a long moment, refusing to show any pain, then reached for the patch that covered her right eye. His hand snapped back. “Alright, you win.”
"WHAT WENT WRONG?" She asked, sitting back down. Her demeanor still radiating chill, she watched him closely.
“Oh, you mean aside from everything?” he asked with a snort and ordered another beer. “Can’t say you didn’t expect it.”
"NO." She told him slowly. "SORCERESS GONE. YOU..." She paused, searching for the correct words. "FADE."
“No, sorceress not gone – the one that’s left is boinking Angst Boy, remember?” he asked, and finally grinned. “Dunno – I went looking for something to do.”
"WITHOUT US?" She asked, looking hurt for the first time.
“I didn’t know where you guys were,” he said honestly. “Figured…” He trailed off and frowned. “Hell if I know, really. Guess I figured you two would be safer not being around one of the most hated men in the world at that particular point in time.”
Fujin's face went white, and she jerkily reached over for the empty bottle still sitting on the bar in front of him. She wrapped her fingers about the bottles stout neck and almost before she realized what she was doing brought the bottle down on his head with a broad over hand swing.
It shattered. Thankfully, it hadn’t quite knocked him out, but instinct took over. Seifer stood and whipped around, balling up his fist and slamming it full force into her face. Fujin's head snapped back from the force of the punch and stars obscured her vision. She tasted blood in her mouth and nearly gave a whoop of victory, but instead, dropped low with a sweep that hit him in the back of his knees, causing them to buckle.
He sank down, braced himself on the floor with the palm of one hand and kicked out with his right leg, smashing into her shin.
"OW!" She yelled, a manic grin crossing her face as the force of the kick tumbled her forward and she landed on him with bruising force, using her elbow to break her fall.
He managed to gasp and expletive before the breath was knocked out of him and he rolled on his side, drawing in deep breaths. His eyes started tearing up. “Bitch.”
"NO." She told him, sitting back on her heels. "YOUR FRIEND."
“Yeah, but that hurt…” he muttered, gasping and not feeling well enough to get up yet. “Below the belt shots are against the rules – you know that!”
"SORRY. DIDN'T AIM."
He gave her a sore, glare – pouting – and finally sat up. His arm was still clamped around his waist. “Some excuse Fujin. You’re lucky I never wanted to have kids in the first place.”
A long moment of speculation froze Fujin's features as she imagined the unimaginable... little uber Seifers... She shuddered with suppressed horror. "LUCKY."
“Very,” he agreed and gave her a pitying glance. “Do you feel better now?”
She nodded, and actually smiled at him for a brief moment before a pair of beefy hands latched onto her and one of the bars bouncers hauled her to her feet. Another one did the same to him and he shrugged off the hand. “We were just leaving anyway,” he snapped, turning to him and not caring about the fact that his gunblade was safely locked away in its case at home.
"FUN." Fujin stated happily as they walked out of the bar with the bouncers trailing along in their wake.
“Yeah,” Seifer agreed, turning to give the bouncers the finger at the door. “Kinda like old times.”
"YES." She replied and patted him on the arm.