Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonfly ❯ Of beauty in Assholeness ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5 : Of beauty in assholeness


(Three days after the end of the last chapter)

Headmaster Cid's office:

Cid tapped the pen on his notepad, annoyed but doing his best to hide it in
front of the camera.

For how long is he going to be away?

We assume he should be back in two day's time. The woman's overpolite voice
answered.

You already told me that two days ago! Do you know where he is or you don't?

We do, of course. But he requested total secret for the project he is working
on.

Cid dropped the pen, wishing for a moment that firaga spells could be sent by
videophone.

Listen, we're in a hurry here. A real one. Can't you just contact him and tell
him Cid Kramer of Balamb Garden needs his help. And it's an emergency case.

I'll try, Headmaster. Please try to call back in two days, okay?

He snickered Yeah sure and flipped the videophone switch shut before yelling
obscenities at her.

Edea, who stood behing her husband, rubbed his sore shoulders and sighed . So
Odine's not there, nobody wants to drag him back to Esthar City for us and
nobody else can take care of Seifer?

Exactly

I can't believe nobody else can help us! Squall's angry voice busrted. Esthar
is supposed to be the most scientifically advanced region of the whole world and
they're all mute for a possesion case?

It always been the problem with Odine. Edea replied. He's the most famous,
and probably the most intelligent of all scientists in Esthar. And he wants the
privileges. He wants full control on everything in fear someone less clever
would screw everything up...so without his consent, nobody's gonna move a
finger. They're scared.

Scared of such a dwarf? He couldn't even scare a... Squall suddenly remembered
a certain short person in the room and turned to Kirah. I apologize. I did not
meant to...

S'okay. She winked at him. But Squall, isn't your father the President of
Esthar? Can't he have a move for us?

Scientists in Esthar are independant from government., interceeded Edea. But
it's true that Laguna sure have more power over them than we have.

I'll do it myself, Cid, if you don't mind. Squall walked to the videophone.

I don't. replied the old man leaving the seat in front of the videophone to
Squall.

Squall sat in front of the screen and dialed the private number he had and which
gave him direct access to his father's office.
It took a full minute before the blue screen showing Esthar's moon crest
switched to Laguna's face. A very flushed face, with messed up hair and wearing
a greatly annoyed expression. Which, happily enough, softened when he recognized
the caller.

Squall! Son! I'm so happy to see you! He paused for a couple of seconds. It's
not about a disaster, right?

Squall smiled trying to bit back a laugh. He really wondered how his father
succeeded in being taken seriously as a politician in a high-tech society like
Esthar. Happily enough no disasters happened yet because of HIM.

It's not a disaster, dad. But it's important. We need Dr. Odine's help and he's
nowhere to be found and nobody seems willing to help us...

Dr. Odine? Been away for quite a while, actually. A couple of months. He told
me this project was for mankind a decisive step that would forever change our
perception of time, space, gains and losses...

Squall lifted an eyebrow. Huh?

Yeah I know. He ignored all my requests for details. And you know how Eshtar's
scientists tends to forget I'm their president.

Maybe you should remind them, dad. Because we really need them. Right now.

Well if it's that important, Why don't you come here in Esthar and stay at the
Presidential Palace? I'll see if I can drag a scientist or two for you...until
we can lay a hand on Odine's mysterious butt.

Sounds good dad." Said Squall althought 'Dragging a scientist or two'
definitely wasn't going to be enough. "I'm sorry to impose myself and the
others,

No problem at all, Squall. I have all those empty rooms I have to pay for
cleaning and I can't even rent them, what a loss.

Squall chuckled We're gonna get a move, say, tomorrow? He slid a look to Cid,
who nodded his approval

Perfect, son. Maybe we'll finally be a ble to catch up together a little?

We will.

I'm waiting. Bye!

Bye

Squall sighed as he broke the communication. Where's Seifer?

Training center, Kirah replied laconically. He's still alright. The
host-Ultimecia, if you prefer-is able to grow a little through the barrier but
nothing alarming so far. If she was feeding on ego he'd already be dead but
let's not get into details on that one. I think I'll go grab my things in the
room while he's not there lurching my underwears.

She saluted and left the room.

Squall waited until the door closed behind her to rub his temples and sigh.

"I really wish Raijin and Fuujin were still alive to take care of him...so we
wouldn't have to stick him with her and watch them rip each other's throat."



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With the bottom of his hand, he swept away the sweat on his forehead and gave
the agonizing grat the final blow. The creature let out a final scream and died,
pouring yellow-green blood all around it. Seifer couldn't remember if he had
trained lately, but he seemed still fairly in shape, although after his first
training two days ago his whole body had been reduced to a painful mess of sore
muscles. The strenght was quickly gathering back in his body. Damn it felt so
good.

Seifer kneeled over the grat and extracted a sleeping powder from it. Behind
him, he heard more of the familiar screeching sound. More grats waiting for
their butt to be kicked by Seifer Almasy! He swiftly stood back on his feet and
turned to the patch of long grass behind him. He could see a set of green
tentacle moving around. Without even thinking, he jumped in the grass and ran in
the tentacles' direction, ready to slam anything that might come in his way.

The sight waiting for him was not what he expected. An adult T-Rexaur, probably
one of the biggest he has ever seen, stood in front of him, and he was eating
the remains of a grat. correction, a group of grats. Killed within seconds by
the monster's deadly blow. He didn't seem to notice Seifer. Althought he knew
the fight was going to be long and harsh and he could lose at any time, his ego
defended his from escaping before the monster saw him. He used his back attack
advantage to administer the T-Rexaur two powerful blows with his weapon and
summon the only GF he junctionned off-job, Pandemona. He also had a few sleep
spells stocked that he could use against the powerful beast. The annoyed
dinosaur emitted a loud growl and processed to swing its enormous tail at
Seifer's head. Pandemona's protective halo stopped the blow and absorbed it.
Still, Seifer heard the GF's painful cry as a total of 1100 hit points were
taken from him. He still appeared when the summon time went out and threw a
powerful tornado in the T-Rexaur's direction. The monster lifted off the groud
for a few seconds, but its imposant size and weight kept it from going higher
and caused only superficial damage when the air stilled, crashing it back to the
ground. Still, the pain drove the primal monster out of control. He avoided
Seifer's next move with grace and plounged his teeth in his right arm, almost
ripping it off. Seifer yelled in pain, and immediatly casted Curaga on him, then
aura. The wound quickly healed and he had the time to throw a sleep spell on the
monster, which received it straight on its nozzle and fell alseep.

Not long enough, as a single blow from his limit break snapped it awake. Another
furious growl and the beast was on him, ripping his flesh with its thick, curvy
claws. Seifer summoned Pandemona to cast the protective halo around him while he
cured himself again. But the T-Rexaur was truly infuriated beyond belief, and
soon Pandemona's halo wore off, the GF himself too wounded to resume the battle.
He felt his presence dimming inside him and then, he was gone.

And he was alone.

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Kirah felt relieved when she found the room empty, while something else inside
her hoped he'd be there.

They had been sharing this room for nearly four days and she still had trouble
sorting the feelings she had toward him . Most of the time she hated him and
that was all. He acted like an immature, stupid boy. He was checking her
personal stuff when she wasn't there, stole the book she was reading and
randomly ripped pages from the magazines she bought. He had dug out her bras
and panties and 'donated' them to poor people of Balamb

Damn, this boy sure has a thing for underwears.

And then just this morning, he used her lipstick to decorate her training
uniform with very distasteful and unwashable lips marks. He seemed litteraly out
of control. Each time she opened the door to the room, her heart bumped at the
thought of the new prank she knew would probably be waiting there.

But from times to another, his arrongant, defiant smirk moved and she was
confronted to a totally different person. She'd realized it the day before when
she accidentally dropped one of her daggers while sharpening it with a stone. In
pure reflex, she tried to grab the dagger before it hit the ground and, doing
so, only succeeded in inflicting herself a deep wound in her left palm. Well,
Instructor Zell told her many time how easy she was to distract. Althought the
pain was as sharp as the blade which inflicted the wound, she didn't utter a
sound, and concentrated on the cut as she ordered to her body to heal it.

She remembered how his arrogant mask has quickly softened into a concerned frown
when he saw the blood gushing from her hand and he had seized it, breaking her
self-healing process. He pressed the shirt he wore on the gash and casted a cure
spell on her palm. The whole thing only took a few seconds and then he was
there, still holding his hands in his shirt and asking her if she as okay, if
she was afraid of blood. He had probably forgot she was a confirmed healer and
saw more human guts in her life he could ever imagine.

I'm okay, thanks. was all she managed to mutter before she escaped in the
bathroom and locked herself in to hide her tomato-red cheeks.

Cleaning the blood left on her hand and arm, she arrived to that conclusion: did
she liked the man? No. He was the most exasperating person on the face of the
Earth. Plus, he was much more clever than she'd thought at first glance. An
explosive mix she had learned to deal with but could still not keep her from
exploding each time he'd decide to wage war against her nerves. But would she
fuck the man? Hyne yes, right there, right now, if only he learned to close this
big mouth of his! Last time she had someone in her life, she was still living in
with Edea and the other kids at the orphanage. It was a few months before she
decided Kirah was too old to be kept safely at the orphanage, and sent her away
to Balamb Garden. In fact, Kirah knew it was only part of the truth. Edea had
probably noticed strange things going on between the young sorceress and that
gorgeous, light-haired boy, one of the grown-up kids Edea kept with her to help
with the tasks of the orphanage. She was 15 and he was a year younger . It was a
shallow, sex-based relationship between two teens with raging hormones. But
still...

Only two years passed but a lot happened. And now boys were not enough for her.
She badly wanted this man. Unhealthy.

She packed the clothes she kept in their shared room and headed for the junior
dorm where she kept most of her personal stuff out of Seifer's reach. It was the
newest part of Balamb Garden, and located near the Main Gate. While she crossed
the path to the training center, she remembered Seifer was there and briefly
sent her mind to him, an automatism she'd acquired since the magic wall
permitted to trace him wherever he was. He was usually alright.

And of course, not this time.

She heard Pandemonia's agony scream reverberate in her head, soon followed by a
ripple of pain, his pain. She ran mindlessly to him through the center's gates
and rummaged throught the high grass to finally find him lying on his back in
front of a huge T-Rexaur. Huge and apparently hurt enough to be furious. She
paralized in fear. Instructor Zell always ordered to escape immediatly when
encountering one. She didn't have half the strenght Seifer had. Not the quarter
of his technique. She'd be KO with a single blow, and wouldn't hurt him more
than a wasp sting. And of course, she had no magic stocked, as she wasn't
authorized to draw from enemies yet, being a third-level junior.

Oh shit....what can I do? Hyne...

His arm weakly motionned toward the beast and the sleep spell hit on. The
monster fell asleep. Then a green halo surrounded Seifer, a cure spell that was
far from enough to help him. But which gave her the answer to her desperate
question. After all, she was a healer!

Her powerful healing energy was far more malleable than regular spells. She
gathered a huge chunk of energy between her two open hands, and turned it into
a bunch of curaga spells. Blue sparks filled the air around him and then Seifer
was on his feet, fully recovered, and administrated the T-Rexaur a Triple
thundara attack. It replied with a deadly tail hit, but then another curaga
brought him back into battle. He used his last ultima spells on the monster and
then... it was over.

The T-Rexaur had fallen sometime in the middle of the triple ultima but Seifer
kept slamming the magic on it and, blinded by the adrenaline flow in his blood,
he proceeded to dismember the beast with Hyperion. He picked the Dino bones he
found inside it and turned over. His white shirt litterally transparent,
drenched with a mix of sweat, blood, grat's guts and dirt and his black jeans
tore open on his tights and calves. An utterly nasty sight that jumped on Kirah
as soon as she popped off the grass and hugged her tightly, laughing at the
disgusted sound she made while he buried her nose in the sticky mess on his
chest.

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You never told me you could trace me everywhere.

Seifer's voice sounded almost concerned, as he came out of the bathroom, hair
damp from the shower. He wore a pair of large black boxers and a matching black
t-shirt. Kirah had also traded her outside clothes for a comfortable dark blue
pajama, and she was reading on the bed. She laid her book on her chest to reply.

You never asked what I could do. Besides, you seem more interested in killing
what's left of my nerves. Got an excuse?

He chuckled. Hyne she loved when he laughed. His deep voice just took a new
meaning when it sweetly rumbled through his chest.

I'm serious, Seifer. Why do you always have to be that hard to live with? I'm
tired, can't you understand it? We're all working hard for you and sometimes the
only thing that keeps me from killing you is that I would have done all this for
nothing.

He collapsed on his bed, smirking again.

You know, I grew up in an orphanage. No parents. Althought I'm pretty sure I'm
not born from a oyster even if I have no proofs.

It was her turn to chuckle. But then his face turned quiet serious and she let
him go on.

What I'm trying to explain is that I've grown up without any other parental
fingure than Edea, or Matron as we called her back then. And we were a bunch of
kids there. New kids arrived on a weekly basis. She had to take care of everyone
and there I was, craving for love, for a tiny bit of acceptance from Matron.
Which of course I hardly ever get. Squall was one of her favorite- a far worse
problem child he was. So quiet and always waiting for Ellone to go back...he was
the scariest thing I've ever seen, even to this day! But he got Matron's
attention and I didn't. So I began acting like a jerk to get her to get angry at
me...to yell at me or even to spank me a bit...because that way, she would
acknoledge my presence...and I grew up that way, you see? I need the other's
attention to prove myself that I exist. That led to the whole Ultimecia crap
three years ago...and led to what's happening today...and you're the most
important person in my life right now, you're litterally holding my life in your
hands...so you get all the bullshit from me...sad isn't it?

No...

He chuckled again. It is sad. I know it. I'm a twenty-one-years-old man who
can't keep acting like a six-years-old boy. Consider this as a sincere apology
for all that happened since you came here to help me. And especially the
underwear thing.

I...

I really mean it okay? I can't say it will prevent me from doing it again, but
I'll try my best.

I know. And I meant it when I said it isn't sad. You lived through a lot of
things. You're a strong and clever person.

A long silence settled between them. She went back to her book.

Kiry?

She frowned at what seemed to be a new nickname. Mhm?

Why are you here?

She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. I was sent here to be hidden. You
know that, don't you?

Well, I meant, what happened to your family?

He saw her whole body tense. Face growing emotionless as she struggled with her
emotions. I'm not comfortable with talking about it. she replied icily.

I told you about mine...

You wanted to. I never forced you. I don't want to talk about my family.

But...

No fucking but's! She yelled, and then violently threw the book on the
bedside table and directly went to the bathroom. The door slammed shut.

Oh providential bathroom, he thought

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A soft knock on the door. You alright?

Yes Her voice came, raspy.

The door began to open. NO! she yelled. Stay out! I said I'm alright!

Like hell you are! Seifer walked in the room. She sat on the edge of the
bathtub, which was slowly filling with hot water. Eyes swollen and bleeding
lips, result of her nasty habit of biting them when nervous. You look like
you're about to break down.

You haven't been of any help lately, Seifer.

That's not the question, I apologized okay? He paused. Get on the tub.

Her eyes widened, not sure if she heard right. What?

Come on. You know tomorrow we'll fly to Eshtar and that won't be possible
anymore. Keep the clothes on if you want, but let me at least take a little care
of you. Let me wash your hair.

She was surprised he'd noticed the pride she held for her dark, wavy braids. He
seemed honest. She knew he was. And she knew what he asked her. I hurt you. I
want to make up for it. Will you let me inside?

Yes.

She turned her back to him as she slid down the pants of her pajama, followed by
the panties. her large shirt covered her nakedness as she bent to remove her
socks. He turned off the water. It was still time to change her mind.

Don't think, just do it, damn it! That's what you wanted, right?

She felt a hand on her shoulders and he turned her back to face him, his eyes
meeting hers with silent comfort. You don't have to.

I want to.

She pushed his hand aside and slipped the shirt over her head. His hands
followed the curves of her waist and hips while she unclasped the back hooks of
her bra and let it slide to the ground. He almost had to bend his knees to kiss
her neck and collarbone, and then her painful lips, tasting the blood and the
tears on them. Shivers and goose bumps ran all over her and her grip on his body
tightened. He lifted her naked body, taking the time to taste her mouth again
before he plounged her in the tub. He kneeled beside her. Their eyes locked
again.
You can stop me. Whenever you want.

Please don't stop.

He smiled and then proceeded to soak her long braids in the hot water and
massage the shampoo on her scalp. She couldn't help but moan and the sweet
sparks of pleasure. He rinced the hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. She
had her eyes closed and her mouth half-opened, as about to fall asleep. How
beautiful her face was. Heart-shaped and milky, dark eyebrows still reunited in
a childish frown, long curved eyelashes, classic pointy nose and those full
pouty lips, raw and crimson. His hand moved down to the small round breasts and
captured a nipple between his callused thumb and index finger, until it hardened
in a dark pink knot and her eyes went wide with silent pleasure. He even felt
her hand, the one he'd dreamed of, drawing his down, to the smooth skin of her
belly and the dark curls beyond. All the encouragement he needed to dive between
her thights and make her cry out in surprise, arching her back to increase the
friction of his hand against her clitoris. Even in the water, he could tell she
was already drenched and slick for him. And her now flushed face sighing and
moaning had to be the nicest sight he ever had. Her hand clutched at his as she
showed him the proper way to pleasure her, slowly sliding his finger up and down
the silky skin until she started bucking her hips following a crescendo cry. He
entered her with another finger and instantly felt the muscles inside her twitch
as she came and splashed water all around in her mindless exctasy. Her eyes were
so rolled in her orbits he could only see the white part.

They both stayed still and mute. He heard her ragged breath steady after a
couple of minutes. He wasn't sure exactly why he had done this. Has he been
thinking about sex before entering the bathroom? When he met the heartbreaking
scene of her crying over a the past? His head felt kinda hazy, light...and
having the short sorceress' naked body just for him wasn't helping any more. She
was still shivering lightly from pleasure, a light frown still carved between
her eyebrows. But she was calm and relaxed. Puffy and red-eyed, with a nasty
crimson scab where her lips bled, but relaxed.

Considering the quickness and violence of her orgasm, he wondered how long it
has been since she had sex.

Except if...

Kiry?

This time, she smiled. Can't you call me by my name?

It's cuter. Kind of like you.

The young woman smiled. Well thanks.

Have you ever...had sex with someone?

She sighed. Are you going to ask for my sex curriculum vitae if I say yes?

He chuckled. No.

Good.

A silence.

Uh...do I know him?

AH!

Hey, just curious.

You don't know him. It was two years ago and I haven't been with another man
since then so if you're trying to check my sex availability my
answer is a big whooping yes.

Seifer smiled You sure have a way to make things clear.

And not wasting a second he lifted her out of the water and carried her, still
dripping, out of the bathroom to his own bed where he dropped her amongst the
pillows and quickly covered her wet body with his, still clothed but fully
aroused. Their mouth collided in a hungry kiss, tongues swirling like liquid
fire. He entwined his fingers with hers and pushed her arms up, out of the way,
to gain total access to every inch of her glowing ivory skin. He licked and
nipped at the tender skin of her neck, shoulders and collarbones, trying to
block her excited squirming and giggles when he touched a ticklish spot. She
tried to free her arms, eager to hold him, to clutch at this exquisite hill of
muscles and smooth skin she had been lusted on since the very first time. But
Seifer locked both her wrists in a death grip with one large hand as he used the
other to propend the sparks on her nerve endings.

Kirah was swimming in a sea, no an ocean of pure lust. She thought after what
happened in the tub she couldn't be more drenched than she was then, but he was
now driving her totally insane with his slow foreplay. When his mouth finally
left his neck to take one of her breasts whole in his mouth and suck it, her
mind was in vacation. She had to admit she couldn't place more than two
intelligible words in a phrase. And those were limited to shameful cliche
sentences like Oh Hyne, Please Seifer and Don't stop. When he began to
slowly swirl his tongue around the sensitive nipple, she bit her lower lip to
the blood again, trying to suppress the cry of release as she felt her body come
to life once again, desire flowing free and quickly suppressing her last
reserves.

When he freed her hands and nipples she couldn't even move to hold him, totally
boneless and willing as she watched him get rid of his shirt and boxers and
reveal his crimson, aching erection. He slid a palm between her legs to test her
readiness, found her wet and burning, and totally his for the taking. Seifer
particularly craved this moment, when his partner finally allowed him full
dominance over the sex. His head pounded and his heart soared in joy.

The blonde gently stroked her inner tight like she teached him a few moments
ago. The touch made her moan softly and again he couldn't resist the delicious
look of her swollen dark pink lips. He slightly shifted her until she was in a
sitting position, her back against his chest while he captured her mouth again
and absorbed her incoherent whispers when he slid one, then two fingers inside
her.

Again, the heat, the pleasure. She felt another orgasm viciously clutch her
insides and climb against her spine.

Seifer... She whispered in his mouth. Stop teasing me or I'll smack you
unconscious and rape you right there.

Seifer smiled at the weak, tiny voice trying to sound authoritative even thought
she failed from the beginning. Still, he ended the kiss and complied. Her
smooth body shifted to face him, his strong arms holding her up like he would
have held a doll, weightless and precious. He gently positionned her over his
erection and held her still, until she slid by herself down his shaft. Her low
moaning turned into a scream he had to silence with his mouth on hers. Kirah's
eyes slowly opened. She looked almost drugged, her heavy eyelids half-covering
her obsidian orbs. Her teeth were clenched, as were her small fist against his
skin.

You okay? He asked, unsure.

She encircled his neck with her arms and gently rubbed her forehead against his.
Mmhm...hurt a bit, it's been a long time...don't stop...

Seifer tenderly lifted her along his cock a few times, nuzzling her neck on the
process, before he let her take over the action and ondulate her hips by
herself, his only role being to hold her against him so she wouldn't slip away.
Their bodies, slick with sweat, gracefully slid against each other. Seifer
slightly smiled at her wimpering form impaled on him and closed his eyes to
concentrate on the feeling of the young woman. He marveled at the way her
fingers clutched at him, the feeling of her long hair tickling his skin. The
strong scent of sex and bitter fruits emanating from her in waves.

Opening his eyes he frowned noticing her lower lips was bleeding from her
molestations. The crimson liquid actually trickled down her chin. Seifer slowly
darted his tongue and licked the crimson fluid from her chin to her sensitive
and swollen lower lip. He wanted so much to devour those half-opened fruits
exhaling ragged breaths and moans. Soon enough the sheer contact of her hard
nipples grazing against his chest was enough to break the thin control he had
over himself. Seizing her buttocks, he swiflty and violently banged her up and
down his erection. The whimpers and moans turned into cries of pure pleasure,
her tights insides twitching again around him. He opened his eyes in time to
watch her come into a rippling second orgasm, eyes tight shut and biting her
lower lip again. Feeling his own edge closer with every movement, he roughly
grabbed her head and dove his tongue in her mouth in time with the last trust
and then spilled inside her with her slightly metallic taste in his mouth,
broken cries melting in his deep growls.

He fell backward against the pillows and dragged her with him. The layed still
for a long time, ragged breaths and pounding hearts and soft kisses melted
together in contentment.
Seifer fell asleep a few minutes afterwards. He was still hugging her tightly
above him. Absorbing his heat and his scent and feeling more secure than she
ever did in her whole life, Kirah greeted unconscience with open arms.

**~<>~**

Yohooo made it to a sex scene! Honestly, I've never had that much trouble to
write. Probably because it's my first real lemon scene. In my head things were
clear as spring water and when I came to write it, it was just mud * sigh * oh
well I'm still moderatly happy with it!

I hope my Ultimecia plot make sense, because to be quite honest I'm far from the
end of the game, I'm still begging Bahamut to STOP KILLING MY PARTY AND COME
HERE, DAMMIT!!