Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Domestic ❯ Hyperion ( Chapter 9 )

Domestic

WARNINGS:

1) I do not own FF8, Squaresoft, or get any profit out of this story

2) Rated PG-13 for violence, language, and sexual content

Chapter 9: Hyperion

"I know you have it Dincht."

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

"You know damn well," Seifer growled, pushing his way into Zell's dorm. "Think you can make a mockery on me on my first day?"

"If only I could," Zell sneered up to the larger blonde. "If I had it my way, you'd be back in D-District Prison right now."

"Half the reason I'm staying is to spite you," Seifer said in his lowest possible voice. "If you don't give me back what's mine, I promise you, I will make every one of your days here a living hell."

"How's that different from now?!?"

Seifer made a motion to hit the blonde, but restrained himself.

Zell flinched and took a step back. "What the hell man! I didn't steal anything."

"Then you don't care if I look."

"Yeah I do!"

"Why? You have nothing to hide."

"You're not going through my stuff! I'll fight you!" Zell threatened, raising his fists.

"Bring it Chicken Wuss. I don't need Hyperion to beat the snot out of you."

Zell lowered his fists. "Someone took your gunblade?"

"Give it back Chicken Wuss!"

"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Zell laughed. "I didn't take it, but that's some funny stuff."

"It's not funny!"

"How the hell do you lose your weapon?!?"

"SHUT UP!" Seifer roared, pushing Zell off of his feet. "You know if I find it here you're expelled."

"IT'S NOT HERE!!" Zell whined, getting back to his feet. "I know the rules. Go find someone else to terrorize!"

"You better be right Chicken Wuss. Cause if I hear one word of Hyperion stepping foot in this room, I will kill you."

"TCH…fine," Zell cried. "Some stupid twelve year old prolly has it. Go check the Training Center."

"Let's hope you're right Dincht," Seifer glared. "Right now you're suspect number one."

(**********)

Travis was up unusually early this morning. He couldn't wait. He found his weapon. It was way better then Zell's crappy gloves, and to boot, it was free. Now he had enough money for lunch for the rest of the year. Smiling to himself, he made his way down to the Training Center. Before he even made it to the second room, a Grat approached from his left. He took the small gun out of the holster, and fired.

The Grat was shocked by the sudden attack, but continued towards him still in good health. He might as well have thrown a rock. Putting the gun back in the holster, he ran. "Piece of shit. Can't even fight off a Grat. No wonder Riene was trying to get rid of it." After running for a bit, Travis caught his breath on a nearby wall. Demitrius weighed heavily in his side pocket. "No. This'll have to do until I get some income. Once I get a job I can get a real gun."

"That was great," Wix smiled, approaching the black haired boy.

Travis froze in fear. Surprisingly, he was alone. "Where's your friends?" Travis asked shakily.

"Oh they're still asleep. I saw you head up here, so I thought I could get some private practice in with you."

"No," Travis said bluntly, and headed towards the exit.

"Not so fast," Wix called, grabbing him by the back of the shirt. "You haven't even seen my new weapon yet."

Travis saw him draw it in slow motion. A long silver blade came out of Wix's sheath. "Hyperion," Azerton muttered in amazement. "How'd…What's…Seifer's going to kill you."

"He won't even know it's missing," Wix fired back. "So are you game? Gloves against Gunblade. We'll see how well Dincht's training really served you."

"No," Travis muttered. He didn't want to be here. If anyone found Hyperion here, they'd both be expelled. Seifer would probably kill them both. And Seifer wasn't somebody you messed with. You don't become the Sorceresses' Knight playing patty-cake. Fearing the repercussions, Travis once again made his way to the door. Then a gunshot fired. At first he thought it was his own, but then he heard the bullet whiz above his head. Turning quickly, Travis found Wix on the floor.

"This thing is powerful," Wix smiled. "Come on then. Don't be chicken Azerton. Or how did Almasy put it? Chicken Wuss?"

Travis drew his gun. He knew he couldn't win this battle. He knew the gunblade would slice him in half if it touched him. He knew one bullet would put him in the infirmary. Yet he drew. Hoping to faze the giant and then run, Travis shot first.

The bullet soared straight for Wix's shoulder. Flinching, the giant felt the bullet make contact and fall to the floor. It didn't even break skin. A bruise was the worst case scenario.

"HAHAHAHA!" Wix laughed. He pointed the blade at Travis's chest. "Let's see if this thing can shoot any better."

It did. Azerton felt a blinding pain as a bullet ripped into his left hip. It felt like he fell in slow motion. The room swirled around him, as his once blue jeans were turning a dark burgundy.

"Get up," Wix yelled. "You're not that weak are you?"

Travis watched hazily, as Wix walked over to him. He was never shot before. It didn't tickle. The entire left side of his body felt like it was on fire. The pain was all he could focus on.

"I could kill you right now Azerton," Wix sneered, picking him up by his hair. "It feels nice to have your life in my hands."

With his last ounce of energy, Travis pulled Demitrius over his right knuckle and swung. He remembered hitting something solid, but he wasn't sure if it was Wix or not. Travis slumped to the floor and began to lose consciousness as blood continued to pour out of him.

Wix experienced a similar fate. He remembered Azerton moving, but he wasn't sure what happened. It was like running into a tree at full speed. The left side of his face pulsed with pain as he hit the floor. Five minutes later, his eyes opened. It was like a dream. A five minute dream, but it felt like he took the hit an eternity ago. That was until he stood up. His head wavered dizzily, and he felt the blood trickling down his face. One tooth was on the ground, and he had four long scrapes running down his cheeks. Hazily, Wix picked the unconscious Travis off the floor.

"This is why you don't fuck with me Travis," he laughed aloud. "You see, I will always outlast you. I'll outlast anyone. You think you can give little cheap shot punches while I'm talking? Well this is your punishment. And this is how you'll remember me."

Raising the gunblade, Wix downsliced. He watched in glee as the sharp blade came within inches of Travis's cheek. Then it stopped. Something grabbed his wrist and knocked the blade out of his hand.

"Hello," Seifer glared angrily.

Wix's face went white. "Seifer, I…"

He didn't have time to explain. The knight punched him in the nose. He crumbled to the floor.

"This is why you don't fuck with me," Seifer laughed.

(**********)

"First of all, we don't punch the students," Squall snarled at Seifer.

"It was well deserved," Zell declared loudly. It felt strange to actually be defending Seifer, but it was either that or side with Wix.

Squall dropped his head. He knew Zell didn't have anything to do with this, yet somehow the blonde found his way into his office. Quistis really wasn't doing her job.

"He stole my gunblade," Seifer smiled. "I believe proper repercussions were executed."

"Did Azerton or Wix steal it?"

Zell scoffed, but kept his mouth shut.

"Wix had it when I got there. I'd guess he'd steal it too. That Travis kid doesn't have the balls."

"Exactly!" Zell proclaimed. "Hey wait…"

"Shut up Chicken Wuss," Seifer growled.

"Whatever," Squall muttered. "We'll wait for Kadowaki's report and go from there."

"WHAT?!?" Zell roared. "You know what happened!"

"You're excused Dincht."

"You know this means expulsion. I hope damn well you know this means expulsion!"

"You're excused Dincht. You too Almasy. Go back to your class."

"Tch…" Zell scoffed as he turned to leave.

"Whatever you say commander," Seifer muttered as he followed Zell.

Awkwardly, the two blondes made their way to the elevator.

"Oh yeah, Seifer?" Zell asked.

"What?"

"Thanks…for not letting them kill each other."

"Shut up Chicken Wuss."

(*********)

"Wix's injuries were a punch to right side of his face and another to the nose," Dr. Kadowaki muttered handing Squall a tan folder. "I compared the chin shot to the gloves Travis had on when he arrived, and they match almost perfectly. He also suffered a broken nose, but I believe this was caused by the bare fist."

"Seifer," Squall muttered to himself. "And Azerton?"

"He suffered from a gun shot wound to the hip. I compared the bullet, and it came from Seifer's gunblade. My conclusion is that Wix shot Travis first. Azerton then punched Wix with the gloves, causing them both to collapse. I can't explain the broken nose however."

"You sure it's not the other way around?"

"Yes, the blood in the Training Area shows that Travis stays in one place the entire fight. Wix's blood is found right next to Travis's. If Travis hit first, and Wix fired in retaliation, the bullet probably would have went through his leg. It didn't however, so the shot must have been from a distance.

"Travis never had the gunblade?"

"Not that the evidence shows."

"Is Wix back to consciousness?"

"Yes."

"I'd like to talk to him."

"I don't think that's…"

"I'd like to talk to him," Squall restated.

"He'll be right up," Dr. Kadowaki said meekly.

Squall just nodded and flipped through the folder.

(**********)

"You know why you're here?" Squall muttered in his coldest voice.

"You didn't talk to Azerton yet have you?" Wix asked, looking around the office.

"No. I doubt it will be necessary. Your story will more then qualify."

"Good," Wix said shakily. He didn't like Squall. Actually, he was always afraid of him. Squall was hard to read, and that frightened him. "Just stick to your story and you'll be fine."

"You know of the attack on Azerton last month correct?"

"Yes sir."

"What part did you play in the assault?"

"No part sir."

"Really? According to Mr. Kinneas you were the chief instigator."

"There's no evidence of that."

"True. What were you doing in his dorm that day then?"

"Gunthro informed me he was going to attack Azerton, so I came to break it up."

"Very noble, but why did you support peace with a quiver of arrows?"

"…I needed to arm myself."

"Against Gunthro?"

"Yes sir."

"Are you aware Gunthro was unarmed? And are you aware that Azerton was stabbed with one of your very own 'peace arrows'?"

"No sir."

Squall glared at the chubby child in front of him. He saw the lies piling on top of one another. He really hated being lied to. Squall only had to deal with a select few student affairs, as Quistis usually took care of them. He hated every single one of them. 18 students were expelled last year. Squall dealt with all of them.

"Let's talk about today," Squall grumbled. "I'd like to hear your side of it."

"Well I was down training early, and Travis approaches me and shows me Hyperion. I warned him to give it back to Instructor Almasy, but he wouldn't listen. To keep myself out of trouble, I tried to take the blade from him. We tugged over it for a while, and then he hit me. I'm not sure with what happened then, cause I blacked out."

"How did Travis get his injury then?"

"He shot himself to set me up. That's why it's in the hip."

"After you were unconscious?"

"Uh…yes sir."

"How do you know this?"

"It makes logical sense."

"Actually it doesn't," Squall said menacingly. "If injury Mr. Azerton received was shot from Hyperion at least 5 feet away. Unless he had someone else fire it, that story is unfounded.

Wix said nothing. He was caught. "Shit, now I'll have to apologize or something."

"Do you have anything else to add Mr. Kramer?"

"No," Wix muttered to the floor."

"I find you guilty on one charge of assault, one charge of assault with a deadly weapon, one charge of burglary, and one charge of perjury." Squall glared at the embarrassed child.

"What's the penalty for that?"

"Expulsion."

(**********)