Chapter Five - Back That Thang Up

As it turned out, the little shack wasn't all that far from Deiling City. As the mottley crew made their way to the metropolis, they ran into another . . . mottley crew. Seifer and his posse. Squall groaned as he approached the three losers.
Seifer, Raijin, and Fujin were all wearing Jnco jeans, giant chains with dollar signs on them, and Fubu shirts. Fubu shirts.
While it was okay for Raijin to wear Fubu, Quistis shook at the sight of a white boy in it. They stood up taller as Squall's group walked past.
"Hey baby! You a big fine woman won't you back that thang up????" Seifer inquired, watching the dishelved Quistis walk by. She turned to him, hands on hips and said,
"For Us, By Us, whitey." He backed up a little, but wasn't going down without a fight. He walked in front of her, blocking any further movement. The others stopped and watched.
"You know what?" he asked, a look in his eyes making Quistis sure she didn't want to know what. He smiled, his teeth showing. They were so white from dye jobs she had to sheild her eyes.
"What?" she asked, annoyed.
"I'm still part of the disiplinary commitee. Know what that means?"
"No, what?"
"Heh heh, it means I can bust Garden students for doing bad things," he laughed a little, and Quistis rolled her eyes. Squall watched skepticaly, and the others tensed up. Seifer walked around Quistis until he was behind her.
"And you've been a bad girl, Instructor Trepe." He grabbed her hand, and put a hand cuff on it. She jerked her arm back, causing him to loose his grip on the handcuff. It flew up, then landed on his wrist, locking in place. The entire group of people looked up at Seifer. His eyes were wide.
"Um, that wasn't supposed to happen! She was supposed to be the handcuffed opne so I could take her to my -Er, HELP!" he waved his un-cuffed arm around frantically. Squall stepped up and took his arm, bending it back hard.
"First of all, idiot," Seifer squirmed and tried to get out, prompting Squall to clasp his grip tighter. "You don't do that to women, you sick pervert. Second, calm down you're whining is annoying. Third, just get the key and unlock it." He pushed Seifer for good measure, and the retard searched his pants pockets. His hand emerged a moment later with the key.
"Okay, Instructor, leeme see your hand." She held up her wrist, and Seifer tried to get the key in. It was hard, considering he was handcuffed to her, but he managed. He went to turn the key . . .
And threw it into the open manhole next to them. A C.H.U.D. let out a yelp, and angrily shook a fist at the group. Seifer laughed manically.
"Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!! You're mine Instructor Trepe! Mwahah -ACK!" he muffled as Squall's hand shot out and started to cut off the air his lungs needed.
"You friking idiot! You are such a moron!" Squall went off on him, banging his head into the nearest Mail box, while Quistis stood, horrified and angry.
"DO SOMETHING," Fujin demanded. Irvine tapped his foot on the pavement.
"I think I'm gonna allow this."
After more screaming, hitting, and insults, they commotion died down. The next big thing was to get the cuffs off. They sat in the Galbadia Hotel, ponderind their next move. Twenty minutes passed while they tried to get them off in anyway possible.
"Well, we've tried cutting them, burning them, running them over, and slipping our hands out. I'm clueless to what's next,"Quistis moaned, giving Seifer a dirty look every sixteen seconds. He just sat there, seemingly content with the whole situation. To make matters worse, the Hotel's air conditioning was broken and the heat was getting unbearable.
"I am so dang hot," Squall said, and Rinoa giggled. He sure was hot. He stood and took his coat off. He was in a tight white tank top, and Rinoa's eyes would have bugged out of her head had it been possible. He stretched, his biceps flexing and his six-pack pressing through the fabric. Rinoa drooled.
"Gee Squall, um, you look good in a tank top . . . :drool drool: real good . . . ER!" she trailed off. He just sat back down.
Oh, I am SO smooth, he thought. His plan to show off his hot 'bod' had worked. Quistis sighed and Seifer farted.
"Oh jeez!" Selphie screeched, diving under the table, nose plugged. the others, one by one, began to pass out from the fumes. Quistis coughed, and finally passed out. Seifer stood up.
"Heh heh heh!" he pulled out a gas mask and put it on. "Those bean burrito's I ate did wonders, now I can do what I want to with Instructor Trepe! Mwhahah - AH GOD! It's seeping through the gas mask, :cogh cough gag cough: Eh . . ." he gathered up Quistis in his arms and ran up to one of the hotel rooms. BUM BUM BUMMMMMMMMMMM.