Because of Love
by PokeSqrt/BikoNeko

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and its characters belong to Squaresoft, not I.

Author's Notes: This is my first Seifer&Quistis fic and my first Final Fantasy VIII fic EVER. I have never played the actual game so all my knowledge is deprived from various websites and from reading fanfics. I'm not much of a writer either so this fic will probably suck. This is my first FFVIII fic ever so it means that this-is-my-first-FFVIII-fic-so-it-will- probably-not-be-that-accurate and this story will probably suck so it means I-couldn't-write-a-good-fic-if-my-life-depended-on-it-so-it- WILL-suck. Trust me. I'm just doing this because I love Seifer&Quistis. So please, just enjoy! I'd love some reviews. Criticism please!!! And also, I pondered long and hard but couldn't find a title for the fic so I just chose this. If you have any suggestions, please don't hesitate to suggest away! Oh, the poems belong to me unless I state otherwise. They suck but...oh well. Now enjoy!!!

PART 1 A Night Out of Town

A night out of town
That sounds like fun
Can I get a drink?
I want to drown my sorrows
I don't care about the hangover I'll get the next morning
As long as I can't feel this heartache
At least for a little while

~*~*~*~

"Hit me."

"Are you sure, Miss?" the bartender inquired. "Your face is flushed."

"I said HIT ME!!!"

The bartender shut up and quickly filled the young lady's glass.

'Fucking bastard... Yeah. A bastard. Just like that Squa--'

"Hit me again," she demanded, slamming her glass onto the counter. The bartender filled her glass again and she chugged it down.

'Hyne!!!' she thought angrily. 'Why can't I forget him!!!'

Squall Leonheart. She could never get him out of her head. Even with the amount of liquor she drank, it was virtually impossible to get him out of her head. She thought of him every waking moment. She thought of what could have been. And it hurt. It hurt because every time she thought of him, it was always a vision of him with her. Her friend, Rinoa Heartilly.

"Hit me!"

How could it not hurt? Not only did she find out that her friend had taken away her only love's heart but everybody in the Garden was talking about it. Everyone loved the idea of this gentle princess, breaking the ice-cold barriers of this young man's heart. They were a match made in Heaven. But for Quistis Trepe, it was a living hell. It was worse than that. Not only did Squall and Rinoa manage to become the couple with a fairy tale romance but they also...

'Are getting married...' Quistis took another gulp of her liquor in hopes to stop the tears stinging her eyes. She put the glass back on the counter and waited impatiently for the bartender to fill it up again.

"Forget it, you're too slow!!!" Quistis exclaimed as she yanked the bottle out of the bartender's hands and practically inhaled its contents. She just had to erase everything from her mind. Her thoughts, her feelings, her heartbreak... At least she didn't have to deal with it anymore. By tomorrow, she would be on her way to Timber. She didn't know what she would do there but as long as she was away from the cause of her aching heart, she didn't care. Besides, who would care that she was leaving? Everybody had somebody so who would need her? Selphie had Irvine, Zell had his pigtailed library girl, Squall and Rinoa had each other. Heck, even the headmaster had someone. And Seifer? She didn't know who he had but she was sure he'd have his posse. If they weren't in Garden then they'd probably be with Seifer. Everybody had somebody. Except her. Which was exactly why she wanted to leave. She was so damned sick of everyone having someone to turn to. She wanted that, too. Obviously, she would not be able to find it in Garden.

"Hey, are you okay?" a voice asked from behind her. She turned her head to face the person and couldn't make out who it was.

"Oh, hi there..." she greeted wearily before everything blacked out.

~*~*~*~

She covered her eyes to shield them from the bright sunlight seeping through.

'Ugh...' she thought as she sat up from the bed. She found that she was too weak to sit up and laid back down. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment and suddenly realized that she was not in her room. 'Where...am I...?'

She lay there for a while, trying to get her mind straight and remember the events of last night. She vaguely remembered going to a bar and drinking. Everything else was a blank.

'WAIT! I think...there was...a man...'

Her eyes widened as she quickly sat up to check if she still had on her clothes. It seemed that nothing she wouldn't have wanted happened. She rubbed her forehead in an attempt to make the throbbing pain in her head go away. She looked around the room to see if this was the room of anyone she knew. It didn't look like it.

'Ugh... How can I make this headache go away?'

She spotted a tray on the table by the bed. There was a glass of a liquid and a note.

Drink up! This is my special hangover cure. It'll make you feel much better. You can leave any time you want to. Hope you feel better.


P. S. Nothing happened between us last night, don't worry.

Quistis drank the liquid and put it back down. The throbbing pain in her head was gone. 'Ah...much better...'

As she was getting up to leave, she got a glimpse of the clock hanging on the wall. Eleven forty-five.

'SHIT!!! I missed my train!!!'