A/N: This story is going to be going through some massive changes. Some of you might remember that the first two chapters were Song-Fics. Since I had to take the songs due to new policy I plan to change the content of at least those two chapters. And their new formatting system makes things all squishy, sorry.

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(¯'·.¸(¯'·. Chapter One .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)

(¯'·. Quistis' Song .·'´¯)

The bar was the kind of place he had always visited. Located underneath a bakery the fresh smell of bread always-helped cover up the smell of booze and cheap cigarettes. It was like that in Deling City these days. Things stacked up so much on top of each other. Soon the stores on the street wouldn't even be used anymore. The bar was called the Glittering Glass, in hopes to give it a more upstanding appeal. It was in the wrong part of town to draw anyone with real money.

Seifer Almasy walked down the stairs into that bar that night expecting just another night of drinking. Another night of drowning his depression in booze. It was Thursday the night he usually went out with his Posse. But tonight the two of them were out of town, on a lover's vacation. Amazing how much better those two got a long when they had finally admitted their feelings.

He ordered the usual from the bar keep taking a seat at the back table where usually no one bothered him. Susie brought his Screwdriver over giving him a wink and a smile before she returned to the bar. The table was rickety, nicked up wood. The chair hard, but it was easy to lean against the wall and prop his feet up in the table. It was from that position he could see the whole bar including the door leading in from the stairs.

Seifer realized tonight was something they called open mic night. A sort of karioke type arrangement. People could come sing their own songs, hoping to get noticed. Seifer snickered figuring no star was coming out of the Glittering Glass anytime soon. Or perhaps they just came to be heard. He know what that was like, just wanting people to notice you. He had never been here on Thursday before and figured it would be good for some entertainment.

His eyes widened as the first person too the stage. A cute little brunette number was singing some song about a lot dog. He watched in interest cringing when she hit the wrong notes. She was bad, good looking but her voice was that of a dog. Seifer had finished one Screwdriver by the time she was done

And had already ordered another. Susie brought it over not bothering to wink this time, since his eyes were glued to the stage.

A hot blond was walking up the short stairs up to the stage her shoulders hunched over a little like she was scared. He had been taught to notice the little things when he was a SeeD. She was wearing a tight red dress that stopped just above her knees. It hung to her curves in all right places. She sat slowly down on the small wooden stool in front of the mic. She planted the crook of one of her high-heeled shoes on the bar of the stool. The red pump leading up to her well toned flawless legs. Seifer's eyes traveled up her body along the expanse of bosom the red dress revealed up her face, which was framed by cascading golden hair. His mouth dropped open, Quistis Trepe. The one person he never thought he would see again. Her glossy raspberry painted lips inches from the microphone she began to sing. He was even more surprised at her voice.

He couldn't forget the last time he had seen her. It was a year ago, at that time had been a year since Ultimicia's defeat. Seifer had swallowed his own pride and gone back to the garden. It was something that took a year of convincing to do. It didn't matter that he was a defeated man. It didn't matter the Ultimicia had controlled him. It didn't matter that he didn't remember a thing that happened in those few months. All he knew then was that he had betrayed them all. To them it didn't matter. They drug him in front of a council of SeeD's. He remembered like it was yesterday. Seeing all the evidence of his crimes. All Seifer wanted was to be a SeeD again. They found him not guilty of his crimes. He was pardoned. But then came the worst part of the punishment. He was to leave the Garden behind. The only home he had ever known he was never to set foot in again. Quistis Trepe had sat on that council of SeeD's.

Her voice cut through his thoughts. So sad, so longing. What did the words of her song mean? Why was she here? Why wasn't she back in her Garden living her perfect little life? Why weren't the others here to see her sing? Her blue eyes held a sadness her remembered from the trial. She had sat across from him hand folded primly in front of her. Looking calm, cool, collected and perfect. But when his eyes met her he saw pain lingering deeply there. Pain that no one else could see. Why was she hurting so much? What went wrong? She looked like and angel up there in her red dress. Why was she alone?

He had tried to talk to her after the trial. But when he had showed up at her office the secretary told him that she was unavailable. Back then he didn't even realize why he had wanted to talk to her anyway. Now he knew it was because he wanted to say he was sorry. She was the only one that mattered if she forgave him. No one else did. Not Squall, or Zell. It only mattered if Quistis forgave him for the wrongs he had committed. He had never gotten to say he was sorry.

Her singing voice was so beautiful. Soft husky, sexy. Seifer had always known she was an attractive woman. He had longed for her for many years. Struggling always to be her number one student. Never achieving it. Always fighting against Squall to get her attention. That's all he wanted was attention from his pretty blond haired teacher. All he ever got was biting comebacks and puberty boy flaunted in his face. Rejected from SeeD his life had become meaningless until perhaps this moment. This moment where he thought he might have a chance to say he was sorry.

She finished her song, tears welling in her eyes. Something was seriously wrong with his former instructor. Maybe if Seifer was lucky he could find out what it was. Would she talk to him now? A year since their last dreadful meeting. A year since they had looking into each other's eyes. Would she notice him now? He prayed that should would. How to approach her? She stepped off the stage sitting down at a table in front her back to him. Everyone in the join applauded for her. Seifer grinned and started to stand up to go wit with her. Susie hopped up on stage grinning ear to ear.

"And now a special treat for all you ladies and gentlemen out there! One of our regulars has volunteered to shock us all with his wonderful voice. Everyone give it up for Seifer Almasy" Susie said applauding. Quistis turned and looked at him her eyes wide. Seifer groaned and shook her head. He couldn't make a fool of himself in front of Quistis. He walked slowly up to the stage glaring at Susie who was still grinning broadly. He stood next to her looking out into the crowd from the stage.

"Shoulda tipped better, big boy" Susie whispered to him smacking him on the butt as he she walked by. He looked down into Quistis' eyes seeing laughter lying there. He gritted his teeth into a smile.

He couldn't believe this was happening.