paixaorpg | One-sided meetings

Character(s): Seifer and Leon
Content: Seifer gets confused as to who Leon really is
Setting: Near the gate at Joutenheim
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: Nothing as of yet, Seifer will probably use some mild bad language.

It took a moment for Seifer to familiarize himself with this area, this was a far cry from the fields of Balamb. Everything felt so bright, almost like the whole area had this weird artificial glow to it, and by the looks of it some people nearby were as perplexed as he was by it. In one hand he had his gunblade and in the other was this strange new piece of technology he had been given (they had refered to it as a diary) and curiosity took the better of Seifer for a moment as he tested it out. As soon as he had entered in his whinge he made a move to walk deeper into the city when... Low and behold, he spotted someone he actually recognized!

It was Squall, no doubt, it looked exactly like him, even the scar was there, but... Something was different, his hair was longer, he had a bigger build to him, and those clothes were altered too. If anything, he also looked older than Seifer, not just a little older either, years older. Despite not entirely understanding the situation Seifer couldn't let this opportunity pass him by, he had to say something.

"... Heh, you too, Squall?"

So, maybe it wasn't so much that he had been flung here by accident, maybe it was a test of strength? Maybe it was fate? Seifer was a firm believer in fate, pre-ordained destinies, that sort of thing, it was those beliefs that had nurtured his romantic dreams. But this was irrelevant, Squall was here, this was not the time for letting his guard down with speculation on 'destiny'.

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Leon spent a few frustrating moments discovering how the small journal he'd been given worked, and finally decided that it didn't really matter all that much. He'd managed one small post, and was sure that was all the use the device would ever see. It looked as if it had other functions, but he didn't feel inclined to mess with it any longer. There were...more important things to do.

He needed to find Aerith and Yuffie, if they were even...there. He tucked the journal into his pocket and finally allowed himself to survey his surroundings. The city was definately...not natural, and he couldn't decide if that were a good thing or not. He certainly didn't *feel* threatened, despite his current situation. But...

"... Heh, you too, Squall?"

Leon turned, a scowl already pulling at the corners of his lips. Honestly, by now, didn't people know that his name wasn't Squall? He should probably just...ignore people when they called him that, but the voice hadn't been even remotely familiar.

Tall, blonde, young. Definately no one that Leon knew. He glared. "...Who are you?" There were other things he thought he might want to ask; why are you calling me that, where did you get that gunblade, how did you get that scar. But he wouldn't. Not yet anyway. First thing first.

Was that some sort of joke? So what, puberty boy thought he could get away by just pretending he'd forgotten who Seifer was? Don't think so.

"Stop playing games Squall." Seifer began shrugging his shoulders and spreading his arms out in the process "There's no time for things like that..." he cleared his throat, it wasn't that obvious but Seifer was slightly on-edge from Squall's little game "Anyway, what did you do to yourself?" he asked with a little distaste in his voice (and a quirk in his upper-lip that he just couldn't hide). "You look... Different."

This... Was Squall, there was no doubt in Seifer's mind. Not only did he look and sound like him, but he answered to his NAME! What other evidence did he need? But if big old Mr Leader is going to just ignore him, then there would be trouble. Seifer would have to just... Jog his memory.

The scowl asserted itself more firmly on Leon's face. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

"I don't play games, and *don't* call me Squall." Who the blonde was seemed to become less important as he grew more irritated. Even so, he *tried* to recall where he might have met the man before, even though that meant thinking about Hollow Bastion and what had happened there.

He came up with nothing. Not even the faintest memory of a little blonde boy he may have come across as a child. No one he knew from Traverse Town.

"Now who are you?" Answer. Me. Boy.

What was this? Had he somehow caught... amnesia or something? What the hell was Squall playing at, this wasn't like him at all, playing mind-games and well... Lying, it was just uncharacteristic.

"Squall... What's wrong with you?" his eyebrow quirked in confusion, and he called Squall Squall, because... Well, what else was he going to call him? Leonhart? Heh, fat chance. "It's Seifer, but you already knew that, so stop this bullshit." he was getting annoyed now, enough is enough...

"It's Leon." Not Squall. Not anymore. He narrowed his eyes at...Seifer, and felt the tick in his left cheek coming back. Damn it.

"I don't know anyone named Seifer." Odd name. He'd remember a name like that. Maybe he'd ask Yuffie or Aerith if they'd ever heard of him before. And if that obnoxious little ninja had anything to do with this...

Twitch. "What do you want from me?" I have places to go...

"Leon?" he repeated, no, that didn't suit Squall at all, he was just... Squall. And what the hell WAS this! Some sort of radical change in identity or something? Seifer knew that he annoyed the hell out of Squall, but going so far as to pretend not to know him and changing his entire identity? That's just something else!

"What do I want? I want you to stop this idiocy, but y'know what Squall? No no, Leon" he sneer the name like a curse "if you really have to do all of this? Then maybe we'll meet another time, a time when you're yourself."

"If anyone here is being an idiot, it's you." Calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. If he could handle Yuffie, he could handle this. No big deal.

Leon looked away from the blonde and ran a hand through his hair. "Did Yuffie put you up to this?" Could she be hiding somewhere close by, laughing her ass off at his expense? It was likely.

"Tch, I don't have time for this Squall." Yuffie? What? Some new friend Squall had already made? Well, in any case, Seifer couldn't stand this anymore he had to... Go somewhere, somewhere else. For some reason this was painful, more so than it should've been, Squall had always been his rival and Seifer had expected something more than this, something that wasn't this. A sarcastic remark, silence, even a blow, these things he was prepared for but... To be completely forgotten? That was so much worse.

"Whatever. I..." Oh hell, who even cared? Let the guy think he was just being an ass; it was one less person he'd have to deal with later.

And he didn't have the time for this sort of thing either. Standing around trying to explain to someone unwilling to listen that he wasn't the person he thought he was. Or something. He had...things to do. Hmph.

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