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"Yep. Sure took long enough for Friday to roll around," Zephyr replied as he glanced over at Kiden. He grinned before taking a slow walk around the bike, stopping every now and then to rub at a small dent or scratch with his fingers. How many new marks would they be adding to its sides today?

"I'm guessin' you're all set?" He'd made a complete circle and was standing next to Kiden again. Zephyr could feel that oh-so-familiar and pleasant adrenaline rush starting to build; he hadn't felt so alive since arriving at the Garden.

She twirled the keys in her fingers, sporting a smirk to match his. There was no going back now, and frankly, she didn't want to.

"I'm ready if you are. Let's do this."

Without further comment, she swung her leg over and mounted, giving him plenty of space behind her. The key fit neatly into the ignition and the manadrive hummed to life as smoothly as it did when Snow had taken her on a ride some time ago. She grinned over her shoulder.

"Hang on tight, s'gonna be a bumpy ride!"

In all likelihood, it definitely would be.

"Just don't crash us into a door on the way out," he muttered as he climbed on behind her. "It'd kinda ruin the point." Zephyr paused briefly before settling his hands on her shoulders, silently hoping that he wouldn't have to switch to a round-her-waist grip later on.

Casting one final look around the garage to see if anyone was on to them already, Zephyr couldn't help himself as his face broke into a huge grin. "It ain't any fun if it's not a little messy.

"Let's get goin' already!"

"Yeah, yeah, no backseat driving," she mutter right back, gently pressing the gas and trying to imitate Snow's smooth, slow exit. The bike moves forward, jerkily at first, and eventually with more smoothness--and speed--as Kiden familiarizes herself with the feel of the controls.

They go bursting out of the hangar into the setting sun, and for a precarious moment it seems they won't get farther than an inch off the ground. Then Kiden pulls up, and the manadrive roars, and they're up. Airborne.

"Yes! Don't look down too much!"

Balamb Garden stretches out more and more below them and the bike's gravity field makes the ascent comfortable. Kiden laughs, thrilled.

"How badass is this?!"

"Fuck yeah!"

Zephyr let out a whoop before laughing as they sail above the Garden.

Yeah, sure, the sun's in his eyes and the wind's making him squint even more, but he wouldn't change this moment for the world. There was nothing like this in Basel that could compare, and considering how this was probably going to be their one and only chance to mess around with the bike, Zephyr was going to do his damnedest to remember this event.

"Hey, how high can this baby go?" he asked, peering over Kiden's shoulder.

"Let's find out!"

They certainly aren't losing altitude. Kiden revs the engine and their rise is faster, curving upwards and leaving the campus a blot in the distance. She's aware they can't go too high, though--so she settles for giving them more distance, plowing forwards and upwards until Balamb is nothing more than a white dot far below.

They stay suspended there for a long, long moment, enjoying the wind and the sunset on the ocean. She turns to Zephyr, blue eyes bright, offering him a toothy grin. It's kind of perfect, just like that.

--It's the only warning he gets before they dive.

Past the front gate but before the checkpoint, Snow sat leaned up against the fence. The day was too nice to be spent inside, after all, so that seemed like the perfect spot to just take five and read a comic book for a minute.

A vaguely familiar sound caught his attention, but he couldn't identify it. After a moment, he finally looked up and around. No, it wasn't coming from somewhere nearby, it was coming from... above?

"What --?!"

He jumped to his feet immediately, hand swatting at his pocket for his keys. They weren't there, of course. Great.

Zephyr started up a litany of shits as they plummeted before it eventually changed into another loud whoop--not that anyone could hear him, what with the wind whistling past them.

When they finally leveled out, he took a quick glance back at the ground. The Garden's just close enough to pick out individuals milling about. Of course, while he's scanning the ground, he spotted someone in a black bandanna and trench coat, and... that guy appeared to be looking right at them.

Zephyr nudged Kiden and pointed. "Hey, you feel like givin' the guy a show with his own bike?" he asked with a grin. "Dive bomb him or something."

Kiden could definitely hear him, a slight noise above the din of the wind, and she thought it was hysterical. His idea sent a shiver of adrenaline down her spine. Taunt Villiers with his own bike? An unwise idea if there ever was one, but it's tempting and Kiden Nixon has a long and venerable history of giving into temptation. She pinpoints Snow's form and sends the bike into a nosedive, pulling up less than twenty feet overhead; in plain sight.

She gives Snow a wink and a salute--a proper one, even, not the half-assed two-finger kind--before putting both hands back on the handlebars and taking them back into a climb.

The chase was on, now.

"This is what I get for being nice," he said, shaking his head. Kind of a shame. He'd hoped Kiden had liked him or at least respected him a little more than to pull this stunt.

He turned to head outside of Garden's gates. There was really only one way to catch up to them now, and though his common sense told him he really should just let them come back on their own...

That was his bike! He and Serah had gotten engaged on it! He had too many memories to let it just fly off in the hands of two untrained kids!

As they climbed back up into the sky, Zephyr kept his eye on Snow, squinting and shielding his eyes from the sun. It's a good thing the guy he was following was so easy to spot, as the people below them were rapidly turning into little dots.

"He's leaving the Garden!" he said, drawing Kiden's attention once again. "Whaddya think he's gonna do? Not like he's gonna find any flying vehicles out there."

Zephyr grinned. Snow was going to have to pull off a pretty big stunt to get them back down.

Kiden focused on getting them up, fast. As Zephyr spoke, she turned to him, grinning. Not like he's gonna find any flying vehicles out there--and that remark single-handedly wiped the smirk off her face. She recalled her last conversation with the man, when they'd discussed his other bike.

After he'd made it clear that he was not, in fact, talking about his penis.

"Shit! He's gonna use that GF of his to come after us." They banked sharply, Kiden suddenly less intent on giving them height and instead trying to give them more distance. "He's got these two...sisters...or something, they turn into a bike. A flying bike."

Oh no, Kiden. You've misunderstood.

"Shiva! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZ-3iOHGmyQ&feature=player_detailpage#t=82s)"

Shiva didn't fly. Shiva didn't need to fly. When Snow tugged the crystal out of his brand and and casually smashed it, the ensuing explosion shot out massive roads of ice in all directions -- especially upwards. The temperature around them immediately plummeted as the ice raced upwards, past the bike and skywards.

"What!? He has a flying bike!?"

Zephyr turned to look over his shoulder, and his stunned expression only grew more so as he saw the roads of ice growing around them. He did perhaps notice the drop in the temperature on a subconscious level, but as that was currently the least of his worries, none of it registered in his thoughts.

Because right now, they were preoccupied with grenades. Those worked on ice roads--they had to!

It registered somewhere in the back of his mind that causing explosions in hopes of getting out of trouble would only make it worse in the end, but then again, rational problem solving had never really been his strong point. Adding on to the fact that he was not carrying any explosives on his person at the moment, he settled on just looking over his shoulder every few seconds as they attempted to outfly this mysterious bike that was apparently coming for them.

Kiden was certainly registering the drop in temperature, as the air around them took on a biting, sharp edge. She was still in her sleeveless top, and not even the warm press of Zephyr at her back could stop the hairs from raising on her arms. The adrenaline kept the blood flowing fast enough that it didn't matter.

"Fuck!"

She swerved and slalomed to the best of her ability to avoid the rapidly-growing ice spikes erupting around them. The rear end of the bike, close to Zephyr's leg, was jarred, but resulted in only a brief shake. She was incredibly, horrifically aware that she'd never piloted so much as a motorcycle before: if they were hit, they'd be mowed down, she thought, and it was a long, long way to the ground. Her only consolation, small though it was in her mind, was that Snow was contractually obligated not to let them die. Still, considering they'd stolen from him, she doubted it would matter much. She focused on moving ahead and grit her teeth. The ice roads were closing in on them, though--like a cage. The more she tried to go past, the more they would curve and block her, forcing her to turn instead of moving away from pursuit.

The Shiva sisters wasted no time in spinning around, their bodies reconfiguring as Snow jumped lightly at them to swing into the seat of the motorcycle they'd become. Its tires were already spinning as it dropped to the ground; they squealed outrageously for a moment before they caught. The bike shot up the ice road as easily as if it were a normal one, lightly navigating the twists and turns as Snow raced upwards towards them.

The thought that Snow's bike was made up of two blue-skinned lesbian chicks briefly crossed Zephyr's mind. If this were any other situation, he probably would have made some smart comment about it and called the instructor a kinky bastard for owning something like that, but he was a bit too busy dreading the moment that the bike caught up to them to think of much else.

Despite Kiden's best efforts--which were pretty damn good, all things considered--it didn't look like they were going to be escaping. The ice road was rapidly closing off all their avenues of escape, and unfortunately, Snow's other bike seemed to have no problems scaling the frozen path leading straight toward them.

As the bike hurtled ever closer, Zephyr glanced down, wondering what his chances of surviving a fall from this height were. Sure, he'd done something similar once before, but Zenith wasn't here to save his ass this time around.

Having the same thought as Zephyr, Kiden looked down, admiring the unpleasant view. Presumably, they could slide down the ice, but it was too risky; if they fell...well. Two less students for Garden.

She slowed the hoverbike to a stop. There was nowhere to go, caged by ice. Snow was gaining quickly on them besides. Watching the two women transform had sparked some kind of giddy childhood saturday morning cartoon glee--a real Transformer!--but in the face of direr circumstance, it had been quickly snuffed out. Kiden glanced at Zephyr one final time before her face went carefully blank. She braced for a slap, at least, hands tightening imperceptibly on the handlebars.

The motorcycle raced up a ramp, then skidded to a sideways halt on one of the ramps next to them. Snow leaned forward, one arm folded across the handlebars, to look at the pair of them expectantly.

"Maybe I'm just crazy, but I get the feeling that out of the three of us, only one of us is on a vehicle that belongs to them."

At least he didn't sound too mad. The fact that they'd stopped right away once they realized the jig was up counted for something, there. He couldn't blame them for not stopping as soon as he'd spotted them.

"Hey, teach," Zephyr said in greeting. A look somewhere stuck between annoyed and defiant graced his features, but he wasn't dumb enough to run his mouth now that they'd been caught. Seeing as he was already expecting detention spanning from now until the end of time, he didn't really see any point in adding another eternity scrubbing floors or writing lines to his punishment.

Though, he had to say that he was expecting more yelling and shouting from the other guy. The lack of it set him on edge.

She kept her face neutral, leaving her hands on the handlebars in case the bike decided it didn't like her anymore. She was looking at Snow--she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her head bowed--but she was definitely avoiding opening her mouth. She didn't want to give him anything more to fuck her over with. He already had plenty of material for that, and like Zephyr, she wasn't keen on adding multiple sentences to her jail time.

She had the feeling he wouldn't yell. Their short meeting had been enough to let her know that he wasn't much of a disciplinarian: he'd taken a strange kid onto his personal bike for no other reason than that she'd been there.

He was someone who believed firmly in the kindness of others. Kiden was not.

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"Mind if I drive back?" he said, beckoning them to bring the bike closer to the frozen road. "I'd rather not jump. It's kind of a long fall if I miss."

"Your call."

What was up with this guy? Was this some sort of nice guy act?

Snow just didn't make sense to Zephyr. Sure, he didn't look like a stereotypical teacher, but whose leg was he trying to pull? No lecturing, no promises of an eternity cleaning up toilet bowls, no deranged yelling about kids these days?

Frowning, he kept his eyes on the other. Maybe the guy was just waiting until they got back on the ground before laying it all on them. Yeah, that had to be it.

Kiden was disinclined to agree with Zephyr, but didn't voice it. It wasn't entirely Snow's call just yet. He was asking her to slide up alongside him. To let him onto the bike with them, within reach of his arms, and like he'd so calmly pointed out, it was a long way down. Anyone paying attention could see the gears turning as she calculated the distance it would take him to jump to them, and from the transformation she'd seen earlier, how long it would take for the sisters to disentangle and rescue him. All it would take was a little press on the gas, and he'd miss. He'd fall.

But then, maybe the twin creatures didn't need to revert at all. Maybe there wasn't a chance. The risk was too high, and the relative reward for surrender was of greater long-term value than the sweet tang of escape. If he didn't catch them today, he'd catch them tomorrow, and Kiden had little in the way of pride or principles to get in the way of pragmatism. Besides, she thought, if he tried anythimg, there was always No Time. She could freeze him, hurt him. But she didn't want to play that trump card for a log while yet.

She gave Shiva an uncertain glance as she brought the hoverbike slowly alongside. Kiden was easily as small as Serah, but Zephyr definitely wasn't, and Snow was himself--the bike wouldn't fit three, could it?

Not quite that easy, anyway, Kiden. Snow slides off Shiva, then reaches out to catch the hoverbike's handlebars before committing himself to the move. It'll hold three, barely, though it's going to be a tight fit.

"Kiden, what are you specializing in, anyway?"

Where had THAT question come from?

Zephyr was trying to make room for a giant on the now entirely too crowded bike when he heard the guy asking Kiden what she was specializing in. After he was positive that he hadn't heard wrong, he just gave Snow a really odd look. Who asked that sort of question in a situation like this?

Maybe the guy wasn't pulling a nice guy trick. It could just be possible that he had hit his head at some point and had gone insane. That or Kiden's specialization had something to do with their punishment... ?

Come to think of it, what was her specialization?

Now pressed uncomfortably between Snow's broad back and Zephyr's comparatively reedy chest, Kiden distinctly felt like the slightly freckly, sweaty filling in a solid steel sandwich. And just as things felt like they couldn't get any more awkward, Snow opened his mouth. Words came out. Words that made no sense.

Snow wasn't just coming out of left field--he was coming right out of the fucking ballpark. What did her specialization have to do with anything? Her mind raced to fill the gaps, certain she was missing some crucial detail that would uncover what the hell he was going on about. When she found none, she resigned herself to answering.

"Haven't decided yet," she told him, honest. "Computer Science for now, I guess." It was the only one on the list she'd recognized, and since the place ran on what was essentially a souped-up Windows 98, she figured she could manage. She could always change next semester.

"You took to driving this really well," he said. "You might want to consider piloting.

The ice bridges shattered, then disintegrated around the hoverbike. Shiva unfolded into two women, again; one of them blew Snow a kiss before they both disappeared. He eased the bike's nose down, aiming them on a slow course back towards the school.

"I know what you're both wondering," he said after a moment. "No, I'm not going to punish you for this. Because it won't do any good," he added, with a glance over his shoulder. "I'm sure neither of you are dumb enough to think you'd have gotten away with the stunt, so clearly punishing you isn't going to make you learn from this when you expected it in the first place."

So, no punishment? None whatsoever?

Zephyr's eyebrows made a vain attempt not to shoot toward his hairline, and upon failing that, they stayed there as his mind tried to pound Snow's words into something that made sense. Was the guy inviting them to do it again? Or was their own guilt or something supposed to keep them from trying anything? Because that tactic didn't always work all that well with Zephyr.

Still, if he wasn't going to be stuck in detention for forever and a day, he certainly wasn't going to complain. As such, he just kept his mouth shut and waited for whatever other nonsense was going to come out of the guy's mouth.

Zephyr decided he liked Snow... in a "nice guys always finish last" kind of way.

"Piloting...?"

She just let the word hang for a second, a soft breath out of her lips. She could be a pilot. The thought immediately struck her as completely ridiculous; she was running on adrenaline just now, that was a fluke. She focuses instead on what Snow has to say--and her eyes, like Zephyr's, become as wide as saucepans.

A second later, they were narrowed in suspicion.

"What's the catch?"

She wasn't buying it. There was always a catch, and she wanted it now rather than later.

"Don't think I'm being all soft-hearted and letting you get away with it. I am gonna have to tell the rest of the staff what you did. They'll probably watch you a little closer, you'll probably lose a little freedom, but that's something you probably expected too."

He went silent for a moment, pondering how best to answer the question, then shrugged. "Look, I could give you a big speech about what this bike means to me, how I proposed to my fiancee on it, how it's the only thing I have from my home... but it'd be lying. It does mean a lot to me, but not so much that I'd spend the rest of my days miserable without it. I lost it once, I could lose it again."

Snow looked over his shoulder at the pair of them. "I was afraid you were going to get hurt. You flew it really well, but you were lucky, too. There's all sorts of things like air currents up there. If you hit a gust of wind, or stalled the engine..." He let that hang a moment, let them savor the implications, then said in utter sincerity, "I was worried. I was afraid you'd be hurt, or killed."

If they chose not to believe that, for whatever reason, then they were disbelieving the truth.

As Snow was rambling on about his bike, Zephyr's line of thought mostly stuck to wondering about how the guy had just said he wasn't going to talk about the feelings he associated with it. Then again, maybe they were being spared the longer edition with more emotions and gods knew what else.

But when Snow started talking about worrying about them getting hurt... ?

Zephyr just stared blankly at the instructor. What sort of retard worried about the well-being of a complete stranger? There was some tiny part of Zephyr that did feel a bit bad for taking the guy's words with a grain of salt, but seriously? What the hell? Was he supposed to be crying and experiencing a life-changing revelation right now?

Kiden was kind of flabbergasted. Villiers, she thought, you sucker. And he was, to her at least. Why on Earth would he give that much of a shit in the first place--she knew it wasn't an act, she could see it in his eyes from this close--and why would he even tell them about it? Was he actively looking for them to do it again? He was opening the door wide open!

She resisted the temptation to let her shock register on her face. Instead, she just shrugged. His call, after all.

Well, for one, he was gonna start keeping his keys on a chain in his pocket. Snow had no idea how Kiden had gotten them, but he figured that would put a stop to most of the likely avenues.

The hoverbike whipped downwards to meet the lines of the road, then through the arch that led to the garage. Snow pulled it into his usual space, turning it off, then moved to face the two of them again.

"Heroic speech time, huh?" he said with a wry smile, though it lasted only a moment before he looked at them in dead sincerity.

"You're better than this."

Again, another statement he didn't expect them to believe... but he believed it. They can try to pretend otherwise, but they'd have to look away from him to do it.

Incredulity was slowly shifting into something dangerously close to anger, as Zephyr hopped off the bike and stood standing in front of Snow.

Maybe it was because the adrenaline that had been singing through his veins up until this point was ebbing, what with being caught and touching back down on the ground. Maybe it was the fact that he had had to tolerate some random heroic blithering. Or it could perhaps be the way that Snow just had such... unfounded faith in them to be... decent individuals. He couldn't speak for Kiden here, but the fact that Snow thought that he was better than this?

Bullshit.

Irritation prickled through his system now, as his lips curled into a very definite frown. Something about that one little line grated on his nerves something fierce.

Kiden couldn't quite bring up the ire Zephyr was feeling; only a kind of bored resignation, a disappointment that Snow was letting himself be played so easily. She'd expected him to be a little more shrewd, if nothing else.

She was glad to be off the bike, stepping away from the two men to stabilize her still-shaky legs. She dusted off the knees of her jeans, glancing over at them as she did. There was a spike of tension in the air; she took one look at Snow and determined that if he tried anything, it would be like watching a Chihuahua take on a Rottweiler.

Actually, a Chihuahua probably had better chances.

"That's nice. Are we done here?" She asks, voice cutting.

Anger was good. That meant his words had gotten under Zephyr's skin. That's where they belonged.

Kiden, on the other hand... well, he hadn't thought it would work. If he had to guess, he'd say it was just too casually easy to disbelieve it.

"I have office hours every once in a while. Any cadet is welcome, not just ones in my classes. If either of you ever need someone to talk to, you're welcome to drop by.

"You guys can go," he added, jerking his head to the hallway back to Garden. "Oh yeah, I should probably say this, don't do it again."

"Save your preaching for people who give a fuck," Zephyr muttered. Eyes narrowed and lips curled into a scowl, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. He flipped the bird at Snow before slipping out into the hallway, the sound of his steps echoing off the walls as he walked.

Kiden leveled a look at Snow that conveyed little more than vague exasperation, before turning to follow Zephyr. The garage door whirred slowly shut behind her as she chased him into the hall, hollow neon light arcing off her hair, her skin still bumpy from the air outside. A jog brought her into step with her friend's longer strides, her expression shifting slowly into a grin, inviting him to cheer up.

"So. We did that." And they didn't even get detention for it! Snow had just unwittingly painted a KICK ME sign onto the back of his long coat.

Zephyr heard Kiden jogging down the hall to catch up with him, and he glanced over his shoulder to watch her draw even. When he caught her grinning, he rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Can you believe this guy?" he asked, throwing one hand up in exasperation. "Who's he think he is? A hero of some fairy tale? Gimme a break.

"He's just askin' for trouble this way. Words aren't gonna stop me from doing anything."

"Then don't let him get to you," Kiden argued, grin sliding into something more thoughtful. "It's what he wants--he wants a reaction. The worst thing you can do to people like him is not give a fuck."

Snow reminded her of Palmer, her honest sincerity and her true, unshakable belief that she could change the lives of 'her' kids through education. That she could shake them up. Look where that had gotten her.

Zephyr opened his mouth to say something and then clamped it back shut again. Thus far, he'd had pretty good luck at avoiding Certain Issues at the Garden, but Snow had come unfortunately close to one of them--enough to elicit a reaction from him, at least.

"Yeah, well, I'll try and keep that in mind," he finally replied but without really any conviction to his tone. This was clearly a matter of easier said than done.

Kiden wasn't buying it--he looked like a door slamming shut in her face, and Kiden liked to think she was getting pretty damn good at jimmying locks.

"What's got you so wound up? Come on, we just stole a goddamn flying bike and took it for a joyride." A short joyride, but there you had it. "At least tell me you don't regret it."

"I don't. It was fucking great when we were up there--even when we were getting chased, but..." The scowl's back, and he scrubbed a hand through his hair, trying to cool his temper and telling himself that putting a slug in the guy's brain was not a good idea.

"Look, I just react badly when people try and preach at me." His gaze flickered around the hall, uncomfortable. "Goes back to that entire seminary shit I told you about."

His assurance relaxed her for the moment it took for him to tense up again, more fidgety than usual. Zephyr had a more purposeful way of moving than just about anyone her age Kiden had ever met, almost like Laura except not as freakishly exact. It wasn't like him to move out of turn, or for no reason. With his eyes darting around, he looked like a trapped animal. After a moment's deliberation, she reached forward, her hand falling on his shoulder. Less than an hour ago they'd been pressed together on the bike, but now she was hesitant to touch him.

"That bad, huh?" She wouldn't force it out of him if he didn't want to talk about it, but that didn't mean she was entirely dismissive...even though she really wasn't up for a fucking heart-to-heart session right then. By way of compromise, her hand migrated to his elbow, tugging him briefly towards the front gate. "Come on, let's get some air. It's fucking stuffy in here, and I need a smoke."

"You could say that," he replied on an unsteady exhale, and that was about all he was willing to give up on the topic. It'd been a couple years now, but then again, maybe this was just one of those things you never quite forgot.

If nothing else, it'd shaped him--molded him into the person he was today.

Zephyr allowed Kiden to lead him down the hall and out into the open--remaining eerily quiet as she did so. As they exited, he held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun dying on the horizon. When he eventually lowered his hand, Zephyr frowned at the sunset, eyes squinting against the bright light, but it looked like he'd at least managed to get a check on his temper.

"After you smoke, let's go grab somethin' to eat. I'm fuckin' starving." It wasn't the truth, really, but it was a step back toward normality.

She was very aware of how deathly silent he was, but was relieved to find he was calmer once they'd left the building. She turned to him, watching the last remains of the sunset strike his face.

"Or," she put in, "I can smoke and we can eat at the same time. Crazy, I know, try not to shit yourself." She pulled a cigarette out of her pocket, putting it between her lips and fishing for her lighter.

"Let's go grab some hot dogs from the cafeteria and eat outside."

It was warm out, late July, and at the altitude Garden cruised at, it wasn't as if they had mosquitos to worry about.

"Yeah, sure thing," he replied after a moment. A faint grin appeared on his lips, and he jerked his head back toward the building.

The less time he gave himself to linger on the past, the less volatile his mood would be, so keeping busy would be the best course of action for him right now. So long as that blond-haired neanderthal kept far away, Zephyr had a good feeling that he'd be back to normal soon enough.

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/discovers he had lost the notif for this. Sucks.

It's fiiiiiiine. /pat pat :)

/squishes you both

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