The Seifer Theory
~don't own em, yeah yeah... if you like it let me know... (please)~
I think that he hurts people to test their worth. Sounds strange, yeah? But I
know he does it. Ever wonder how Fujin lost an eye? I was there. Seifer held
her down and took it out with his gunblade. But she knew, she let him. She
passed the test and joined his posse. Rajin too, but his scar is on his back, covered
by the blue vest. A huge X right down the center.
And Squall, too. Everyone knows that story, the two trading scars. Squall
didn't pass the test, he didn't understand it. He attacked Seifer in turn.
Seifer hated that.
I failed too. If I took the test again, which I hope that I will have to, I
would pass. I wouldn't even resist. I know now what it all means, I'd trust
him. He tried me when I was fourteen, pretty new at Garden.
He managed to handcuff me to the fence in the training center, to slit the left
side of my face. It was meant to be a straight slit, but I jerked my head,
throwing the sharp Hyperion blade off. He made more and more cuts down my face,
resulting in a spidery mass. Frusturated, I think now because he had wanted me
to pass his test, he cast a paramagic that was fairly unknown, a fira with the
cruel addition that it's results could not be healed, leaving a black mass, now
worn smooth with time, to remind me of it.
You thought it was a tatoo? Not so. Sometimes I wish it was, because it would
be simpler that way. Nothing that, every time I saw or touched, made me
question his feelings for me. Love or hate is a rather far extreme. I've had to
lie to the opposite. Yes, I love Seifer. That so hard to believe? It's true, I
assure you. He's the most important reason I get up in the morning, more than
the sunrise or the combat adrenaline. Those wouldn't keep me alive. But Seifer,
he would.
What? A note was just slipped under my room door. It reads "training
center, 1500 hours, miss at your own risk ps i know you'll be there". Next
to the writing is scribbled a cross. The one on HIS sleeve. The current time is
1430 hours. He's right. I'll be there.