DISCLAIMER; You seriously think that I own Seifer or Squall? *gets poked* Ow okay, okay. I don't own Final Fantasy 8. I only own a copy of the game.

Warnings; none really except for some slight Quisty bashing, she's a good character but she gets on my nerves sometimes with her bossyness. Seifer is probably slight OOC.

A/N; Now be warned peeps, this is probably going to be weird, but I'm a weird writer so live with it. I couldn't help but write a orphanage fic, and this is SeiferxSquall but that will come in later chapters. This story will go through the orphanage stage of everyone leaving then probably skip to when Squall is in Garden, I will warn when Timeskips happen. I have just recently started playing FF8 again and I was ashamed that I ever stopped playing it. Though I have just realize how much a ditz Zell is ¬.¬ Seriously. Rinoa I just want to shoot, it would be cool if Angelo was a party character instead of Rinoa's limit thing. Okay I'm rambling, please R&R and please tell me if I have missed anything out, I think Edea has Amber eyes, not sure...Anyway.

ENJOYIES!

"Hey, Seifer. Have you seen Squall?" an nine year old Quistis asked the blond, even at this age, she spoke with authority in her tone. Her hair was clipped back neatly, a few loose strands of strawberry blond hair framing her face. Seifer turned and shrugged, seeming not to care if Pretty Boy was missing. He had lived at the Orphanage long enough that he knew when Squall was hiding from everyone and wanted to be alone.

"Nope, see ya." Seifer made a quick escape, leaving a grumbling Quistis behind. Seifer liked Quisty but sometimes she was so bossy, always ordering him and Squall around as if she was their mother. She never seemed to leave Squall be, she would stand there for hours telling him to open up, be more friendly, smile more. Everything from Quistis was more, more, more. And for that reason Seifer liked to disobey her rules, he liked picking on Irvine, the kid practically asked for it, especially when he thought it was funny to joke about Squall's hair.

It was a well known rule that only he was allowed to tease Squall.

Of course, he also liked teasing Zell, the blond boy was easy to rile and irritate. Just call him a chicken and you had him eating out of the palm of your hand. Selphie was just a no-no, the girl was hard to get angry but the one time he succeeded was also the last time he did, he nearly lost his life. The small girl had let out a battle cry and jumped him, shaking and pulling him like he was some sort of rag doll. When Matron had finally came to his rescue, he was sure he had little ducks spinning round his head and he had been thoroughly confused. Though it had been worth it when he spotted Squall hiding in a corner, giggling behind his hand. It was another rule that only he was allowed to make Squall smile and laugh.

Speaking of said boy.

Seifer entered his room only to stop and blink a few times, Squall was curled up on his bed, wearing one of his jumpers which looked massive on Squall's small frame. Seifer let out a smirk, well it looked more like smile. It was hard to smirk when you were only nine years old.
"Clever." Seifer muttered, it was a third rule that no one, not even Matron was allowed in his room, and the other kids seemed to stay away. A perfect place to get away from everyone. Strolling over to his bed, he flopped down, causing Squall to let out a discontented whine and curl up further, shivering. Seifer frowned, Squall was never really cold, hell, he could sit on the shore line, watching the waves for hours in the middle of winter and never shiver once. So something had to be wrong if Squall was shivering. Showing an uncharacteristic show of concern, he gently shook Squall, his frown deepening when the boy turned over and snuggled against him, mumbling 'warm' under his breath.

Seifer, on a whim, placed his hand on Squall's forehead, he had seen Matron do it when Selphie was feeling unwell. His eyebrows rose in alarm when he had touched the brunette skin. Squall was hot! Really hot! Seifer dove from the bed, ignoring Squall's childish moan. Seifer began to panic, he knew enough to know that Squall was ill but the boy would hate him if he told everyone. Squall rarely trusted anyone and Seifer felt like it was an honour that Squall, despite all the teasing, trusted him enough to creep into his room, or sit near him.

Seifer guessed that it was because the others didn't leave well enough alone, all of them wanting to be Squall's friend and were constantly hounding him. Seifer paced for about a minute before an idea came to him, He would go and get Matron, but discreetly and when she confirmed that Squall was sick, he would ask if he could look after him. Nodding to himself, he went over to Squall, nudging him. Worrying even more when glazed stormy blue eyes peeked up at him.

"Hey, uh, I'm gonna go and get Matron and then I'll be right back okay?" Squall nodded and closed his eyes. Trusting Seifer enough to look after him. After Sis left, Seifer had become his knew bodyguard. Seifer bolted from the room, looking out for Matron, and after making some random kid cry, he finally found her in the backyard, hanging some washing out. He quickly started tugging on her dress. Matron let out a hum and looked down at him, a dark brow raising when she saw the barely concealed panic on his face.

"Seifer?"

"Matron!" Seifer glanced round quickly, lowering his voice. "Matron, Squall's sick."

Matron's amber eyes widened in shock and she quickly dropped the clean washing back into the basket and asked Seifer to take her to him. Nodding, Seifer narrowed his eyes whenever someone opened their mouths to ask what was going on. He wanted to keep Squall's trust, thank you. The boy was the only one who could rival him and Seifer always did like a challenge. Never mind the promise to become Gunblade specialists together. Matron followed quietly, watching Seifer's every move, she wasn't stupid, she always knew where Squall was and most of the time, he was with Seifer. The blond boy might've been a bully but when it came to the brunette, he would do anything. Sure they clashed but it was what made them so close, though she couldn't help but worry about how possessive Seifer was becoming over Squall, the fact that he threatened Irvine made it worse.

Seeing Seifer's bedroom door, she pushed her worries to the back of her mind. Squall was her priority right now and if Seifer got anymore fidgety, he might just start chewing his nails and that was not allowed in her house. Walking inside the room, she couldn't help internally squeal at how cute Squall looked in Seifer's jumper, the fact that it almost looked natural didn't escape her. Checking his temperature, she ordered Seifer to go and get a bowl of cool water and a cloth. The blond boy nodded and ran off.

"M-matron? Where's Seify?" Smiling down at Squall, she quickly hushed him, tucking him into Seifer's bed and stroked a few damp locks from his face.

"He has just gone off to get some water, he'll be back soon." Squall didn't look convinced but in his feverish state, he didn't have the energy to get up and look for the blond. Matron carried on stroking his hair, trying to get Squall to relax. It wouldn't do him any good if he got all het up. A few minutes later, shouting could be heard and Matron winced, she adored all her children but seriously, Quistis needed to lay off on the bossyness, Seifer had no love for rules especially not hers. Seifer came through the door, a bowl in his hand and a small cloth draped on his arm.

"Answer the question Seifer, why- Oh my, Squall!" Quistis gasped, quickly forgetting Seifer and headed straight for the poorly brunette. Matron watched as Quistis began throwing orders around, something about getting Squall away from Seifer, because it was obvious that it was his fault that Squall was sick. Matron glowered at the strawberry blond, seeing Seifer hang his head. Now that was uncalled for.

"Quistis! Squall will be staying right here, and apologise to Seifer, now."

"Wha? Why?"

"It was Seifer who alerted me of Squall being sick, he has done nothing wrong."Matron gave her a pointed look and Quistis relented, pouting childishly, she turned towards Seifer and apologised before stalking from the room. She hated it when she was proved wrong. Matron huffed and returned back to Squall's side, calling for Seifer to come closer with the bowl.

Seifer placed the bowl on the bed side table and made to leave, feeling highly uncomfortable. He would just sleep in Squall's room until he was better, he never did like it when people put him down.

"...Seify?" The blond boy stopped, his whole body freezing at the soft voice that belonged to Squall. Matron hid a smile, knowing that Seifer wouldn't leave knowing that Squall needed him. She knew a lot of things, especially about Seifer and Squall. They argued like a married couple, fought almost constantly, but if Squall needed anything right now, it was Seifer. The annoying blond gave him a peace of mind, knowing that the few times they were not actually fighting, he could just be himself and brood. She had noticed on a few occasions that Seifer would glare at anyone who was coming over to talk to Squall, scaring them away.

Matron watched as Seifer quickly came back and jumped onto his bed, causing Squall to scowl but she could see the relief in his gaze. Matron stood, dusting off her dress.

"Now, Seifer. I'm going to leave Squall in your care, if you think he's getting too hot, you put a cold flannel on his forehead, cooling it often. He is NOT allowed out of bed, only if he needs the bathroom. I will bring his meals in and you will have to make sure he eats it all. Got it?" Seifer nodded his head, looking every bit like an eager dog while Squall brooded quietly. Matron left the room, trusting that Seifer would look after him properly. Seifer waited until the door was closed and he was sure Matron had gone down the hall before kicking his socks off and getting under the cover next to Squall who glowered at him as if he had just killed his cat.

Seifer took the wet cloth and put it on Squall's head, frowning when he took it off right after. Squall did 'not' pout and cross his arms over his chest in a broody way. Seifer raised a brow and took the cloth, he gave a pointed look.

"You know, I have got all day to fight with you."

Squall glared, he was not going to make this easy...

A/N; Aww cuties! XD Anyway, please R&R and I will send you metaphorical Seifer plushies!