Or lack thereof...
We both stood on the balcony, the music in the room behind the door still ringing, its soft tones splashing over our faces like water in the sun. I gave him my orders, he is supposed to obey. Afterall, I was a respectable Instructor at the Garden. I have not yet publicized my exit.
We are meant to meet in the secret area at the Training Center. A lot of students meet there as a make-out place, and I am hoping that myself and Squall's meeting will not spread anything. There is hardly any friendship between us, let alone that kind of thing. I grew up fast, I was meant to, I was only 15 when I became a SeeD. Squall is 17. I hope he doesn't become as formal and grown-up as I have become.
I hurry down to the deserted corridor, wanting urgently to tell him things I have told hardly anyone. He finally arrives, and we enter the Training Center. We run to the secret area, only having one fight with a monster and winning. As we enter, many couples scatter, the air is tense and a boy and girl leave the room, their hands entangled in each other's.
We walk to the edge of the balcony-like structure, and a sense of deja-vu encircles me. Another balcony.
I can see the Garden looking at us soulfully, the moon rising above it, and a tiny star shooting across the sky. A small smile passes across my face. It seems like years ago that I was getting him from the infirmary when Seifer cut his face, to put it bluntly.
We talk. Mainly, I talk and he answers rudely. I tell him of how I was a SeeD cadet at age 15, then an Instructor at 17. I tell him of how I am no longer an Instructor, but now a SeeD like him. Why have I been downgraded?
He answers cattily, despite his position. He is very distant. He has hardly any social life. I feel like I am talking to a rude parrot. We then leave, well, he leaves first, and I lean down, look toward the ground and a tear escapes my eye. Why am I crying? I can be so trivial.
We go back outside the secret area, leaving the couples to themselves. Then, after a little while of walking, we both hear a scream. Then a yell. "Help!!", the voice cries, echoes into the night. We find the source of the voice. It is a young lady, in white and blue, with a green shawl.
"Squall? Quisty?" The young lady says. I have no idea of who she is. She probably knows my name from me being at the Garden for so long. But Squall...?
She is being cornered by a gigantic bee-like monster. We fight, and we prevail. It was a tough fight, but our Guardian Forces do the job easily, and Squall's Gunblade is very efficient.
The soldiers take the girl away, and she calls after us. We choose to ignore her.
We walk back to the lone corridor, its shadows long and grey, and I talk to him.
"Not everyone can live their lives by themselves, you know."
He, again, replies cattily.
"Who says?"
Disclaimer:
I don't own Final Fantasy VIII, Squaresoft does. I don't own the characters Quistis Trepe or Squall Leonhart, I just write about them. ^_-
Author's Notes:
I've always wanted to write a Quistis fic. If you can't tell by my name, she's my fave character. And I thought this ickle moment was kinda sweet. Aww. But I embellished some stuff, and added some other stuff, and added Quisty's thoughts. And I can't remember most of the lines, so I didn't write them. ^_^ *lol* Aaanyway, I hope you enjoyed reading! FF8 rules! And please r/r.
[This is the edited version, I fixed a few probs. Happy reading!]