Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Love,Hatred and Something In Between ❯ More Surprises ( Chapter 3 )

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More Surprises

He couldn’t understand how to handle it! First he discovered that his father died, then he inherited a Strip Club and a Whore House with odd names, then discovered his friends work there…What was WRONG with this picture?! Why the hell didn’t he know anything about this before he inherited it?! What was wrong with the damn world?!

Brutally gripping his chestnut locks of hair, Squall stormed out of the hallway and stumbled upon Ward, who was occupied, mopping the floors with a minute smile upon his lips.

“Ward? What are you doing here?”

Ward glanced over toward Squall and then back to his mop that he grasped in his hand, then back to Squall with a shrug.

“You’re the janitor aren’t you?” Squall asked and released the firm grip he had on his hair. Ward nodded and continued to mop up the floor. Squall suddenly felt calmer.

“Well…at least you’re the only one who hasn’t become perverted and-”

Squall watched as Kiros’s head popped up from around the end of the hallway and he grinned.

“Hey Ward! Your private stripping room is available!” Then with that Kiros vanished. Squall’s mouth dropped slightly and his hand traveled toward his forehead. “What…?”

Ward propped his mop against the wall and turned to Squall with a massive grin, shrugging his shoulders. With a wave, Ward left Squall to himself.

“Wha…?” Flabbergasted, Squall shook his head in disbelief. Why was all this happening to him? Maybe…he should set off and find his office…

Pacing out of the first hallway, Squall spotted Kiros and a horde of people around him. He ventured over and the crowd of men and women gazed at him like he was fresh meat. Squall took a step back and frowned. What was going on?

“We want him as the new stripper!” A woman demanded, waving her hand through the air to emphasize her point. “He’s gorgeous!” She giggled giddily. “I would love to take a piece of that home!”

Squall’s eyebrow quivered as it rose and he watched as the mass of people crowded around him. He needed to locate a way out… there were too many people…

As the crowd approached him, Squall gulped and his head snapped up at the sound of Kiros’s voice.

“Come on people! Give the man some room!”

The people unhurriedly withdrew and Squall sighed in relief. He definitely owed Kiros for saving him…

“We’ll make him a stripper! Don’t worry!” Squall’s orbs enlarged as those words buzzed in his ears and his head snapped toward Kiros enraged.

However, the horde of people cheered and filed off toward Quistis to get some more drinks. Squall stomped over toward Kiros, his fist raised.

“What were you THINKING?!” Squall screamed in his face and Kiros smiled, patting him on the back.

“Don’t worry…it’s not like it will be everyday!” Kiros’s grinning made Squall shudder with fury and he turned his back to him. “Anyway…you own me for saving you…” He smirked and glanced over toward the crowd of people laughing and eyeing Squall with ravenous eyes. “Why don’t you go to your office? It’s located inside the Hump-de-Dump!”

Just what he needed…a place to relax...to find some quiet time to gather his thoughts and…a place to not get raped. Slowly shaking his head, Squall replied with a “Whatever…” and trudged out of the strip club to only have hazel orbs studying him.

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How hilarious was that?! His day was improving by the minute! First Squall owns the place and now he has to be a stripper! Who could not laugh at this predicament that the Commander got his self into?!

Seifer chuckled as Quistis served him another one of those mixed drinks she liked to call, ‘The Refresher’. Oh…it was definitely refreshing to witness his rival suffer without even trying. It was priceless! Something Seifer wished he had a camera for…

Quistis shook her head as she watched Squall pathetically snail himself out of his strip club and out the door. “I feel bad for Squall…” She whispered and he glanced up at her to view the worry in her orbs. “I hope he gets through this okay…”

Seifer kept silent and averted his hazel orbs away from the worried woman. What did it matter if Squall was suffering? Wasn’t that the best thing to happen? Well…except for his friends, which essentially liked him…

Chuckling, Seifer finished his glass in a mere few seconds and placed a fifty dollar bill beside it, waving Quistis a farewell and he exited his beloved Strip Club, trailing over to the Hump-de-Dump to have some modest enjoyment. Grinning, Seifer entered the building and sighed as the familiar smell of strawberries filled the air. Damn how he loved air fresheners…

Then he spotted him…gazing around the place like he was brainless.

Well…this should be fun…With a smirk he trailed over toward the dumb-founded adult.

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Squall was impressed by the Strip Club, but when he first gazed upon the inside of the Hump-de-Dump…his world turned upside down.

Wooden oak stairs led to the upstairs bedrooms and paintings of all kinds hung on the red walls with a golden frame around them. A reception desk was in the middle and it was made of oak as well. There sat an occupied Zell, painting his toenails a lime green, with a small gleam in his orbs. Squall wanted to laugh at the sheer irony of it all. Zell was painting his nails…!

“Zell, what are you doing?!”

Zell’s spiky blond head snapped up with enlarged eyes to gaze upon a stunned Squall. Zell swiftly planted his feet to the floor and grinned sheepishly. “Hey Squall! What are you doing here?”

“That’s not the point! Why are you painting your toenails?!” Squall was quivering with confusion. Zell frowned and scratched his forehead pondering how to explain himself.

“Well…” Zell began and bit his lip. “There is this…guy…”

“A guy?! A guy told you to paint your damn toenails?” Squall felt light-headed and he rubbed his temples to assuage the pounding headache that was forming.

“No! I just…”

“You just what…?”

“Um…”

There was an elongated silence when the two just stared upon each other. Unnoticing the man that ambled on in. His hazel orbs focused on Squall alone.

“Well! Well! If it isn’t Squally-boy! Are you ready to get laid or what? Such a wonderful night to do it, eh?” Squall slowly turned to gaze at a beaming Seifer. He just wanted to crawl into a hole and die right about now. His shoulders slumped and he sighed, glaring at his rival with a fiery intensity. Why couldn’t Seifer just die in a ditch away form him and everyone else? Why the hell did he even let the stupid bastard back into Garden?

Rinoa…

It was the perfect timing…her damn giggling self ambling in with her arm hooked around some man’s arm. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation and her grin was for the joys to come. Squall felt suddenly ill and he glanced over at Seifer, which was glancing over at him with a knowing smirk.

“Squall!” The joyous voice broke the tensing silence and Squall froze, gradually rising his head up to gaze upon the smiling woman. She was embracing the other man’s arm and she then pointed to Squall. “This is my ex-boyfriend, Squall!” She cheerfully informed the man and the man nodded. Then she pointed to Seifer. “This is my other ex-boyfriend Seifer!” Seifer averted his gaze away and stood silently. Squall noticed this and his eyes widened by a small fraction.

“Well bye you guys!” She waved and tilted her head to the side. “See you guys later!” She giggled and led the man toward Zell, who was glancing down at a piece of paper on the desk.

“Your room is ready Rinoa…enjoy!” He motioned for them to go up the stairs and Rinoa winked at Zell, who shrugged in response. “I’ll let you have the room till morning…no longer.” He warned them and Rinoa grinned.

“Thank you Zelly!” With that, Rinoa embraced the man’s arm tighter and led him up the stairs.

Oh god…that is sick… Feeling dizzy, Squall leaned his body on the side of the wall and he gasped for breath. All I did for her…He clutched his hair in his rage. All those times I saved her… He felt himself slowly pass out.

“Squall!”

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Seifer and Zell watched as the brunette fainted to the ground. They both gazed at the fallen man with dumb-founded expressions and then both sprang into action as they rushed to Squall’s side. Seifer was there first and he lifted Squall’s wrist up to check for a pulse. Zell placed his hand on Squall’s forehead to see if he had a fever. When everything seemed to be fine, Seifer shook his head and sighed.

“Give me my usual room…” He whispered and Zell’s orbs enlarged immensely.

“But-”

“I’m not going to rape him! We just need to get him into a bed and the only one who can do that is me…I know you don’t have the time to do it because of your reception job and I have nothing to do…” Seifer sighed and quit explaining it. “Just trust me…”

There was a small silence that passed between them and Zell nodded his head in agreement.

“All right, but don’t you dare rape him! I swear if I hear that you even touched him wrong, I’ll-”

“Don’t worry…” Seifer lifted the fallen brunette in his arms and cradled him to his chest. “I won’t hurt him…much…”

“SEIFER!”

Seifer grinned and backed away in a sign of apology. “Hey I was only kidding! Lighten up!”

“I swear Seifer…if you hurt him everyone will be on your ass.” Zell’s usual grin was now a frown and Seifer saw the protectiveness in the smaller man’s eyes.

“Alright…I promise.” And with that Seifer trudged up the stairs into his usual room to actually help the brunette.

Hey…It’s not like I’m going to help him ever again…but he’s softer than I imagined…and his ass…it’s nice to touch…WAIT! Why am I thinking this again?!

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Chapter 3 done! How did you readers like it? Well anyway, REVIEW!! REVIEW!! REVIEW!!