A/N: Hey It's me AGAIN. Yeah another one. It's like I love to have as many fics to work on at one time as possiable. Sorry.
This story is dedicated to Dalpal, who requested it. And to Jacks, who gives the best compliments!
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Quistis stepped back putting her hands on her hips. She blew a piece of hair out of her eye and looked at her masterwork.
"Perfect" she said with a smile. Ok so it was just a tent, but she had spent all day getting it up. They gray piece of material had given her more problems then all her students combined ever had. But at last it was up. Funny thing was, she was the first one to have hers up. Ever predictable Quistis. Always being the responsible one. Always the one to take charge and get things done. They were probably expecting her to set theirs up too. Well forget that, this was spossed to be a vacation.
They had all piled into the Ragnarock that morning, Selphie piloting the way to the old orphanage. The SeeD's were going to help Cid and Edea rebuilt the old house, giving them a chance to escape the garden for awhile. The Garden wasn't the only thing they were escaping. They were leaving behind the press conferences, the interviews, and the reporters showing up at their doors at odd times of the day. Quistis had a rather embarrassing incident with a reporter climbing in her bathroom window while she was in the bath. They boys had problems with them sneaking into the locker rooms to get pictures of them. The girls had the same problem. Selphie had even came across some of the pictures on the Internet.
It was for these reasons Quistis didn't even mind having to sleep in a tent. They couldn't sleep inside the orphanage, the roof was leaky, and of course there was no room for all of them. It was almost a relief from the rigid structure of the Garden. Of course Quistis usually liked the rigid life style. But lately it had gotten stale. Day in and day out, the same routine. Such was life at Balamb Garden.
She turned and looked around at her friends, the shallow rolling hills making it easy to pick them out. Zell and Selphie were all down by the beach playing in the water. Kicking and laughing at each other, Quistis cracked a smile as Selphie tackled Zell sending them both under the crashing waves.
Irvine was sitting on a rock near by, watching the two laughing. His gun sat on his lap a polishing rag lay across the barrel. It's case lay open at his bare feet. Ammo shells were scattered across the sand their cold metal blending in.
Squall and Rinoa were standing together in their flower field. The multi colored flowers rustled in the breeze. Rinoa's light blue duster whipped around them. The feather's of Squall's jacket brushing her cheek. Their arms wrapped around each other, whispering silent kisses into the night.
The sight brought a sense of nostalgia, as she stood alone in the field of rolling golden wheat. Quistis shook her head grabbing her trunk-sized suitcase dragging it into the tent. Of course she was the first to unpack. She couldn't help being organized it was in her blood. Setting the suitcase against the far tent wall she unrolled her sleeping bag. It was soft on the stamped down stalks of wheat that were under her. She smiled stepping out of the tent again, the setting sun turning the wheat field to gold. She glanced around and crept off over a near by hill.
Here lay her favorite part of the orphanage. A dense grove of oak trees, their leaves fluttering in the night breeze. Quistis started to weave her way through the trees resting her hand on one occasionally for support. When the trees cleared the revealed the best part. In the center of the grove a group of enormous cherry trees grew. They had bloomed early this year the wind swirling around their delicate pink petals. It was like snow as the fell draping the ground, settling themselves in her hair. Their fragrance filled the night air as stars started to spear in the night sky, flickering to life. Quistis walked further in the petals swirling around her. It was so serene and peaceful. She came to two old swings that hung from a long branch. She looked up with a smile at the knots tied with tiny fingers. It hadn't taken her long to convince Irvine and Zell to climb up there and tie it for her.
She looked into the trees suddenly, her peace broken by Irvine striding into the clearing. The light from the moon beamed off the silver in his hat turning his hair into a cascade of silver. His long chap encased legs made short work of the distance between them. He grinned plopping down in the swing next to her.
"I knew you would be here" he said his voice soft as velvet.
"How?" she asked smiling at him.
"This is where you always came," he said sprawling his legs out in front of him. She inspected his chaps for a moment, staring at a petal stuck there flapping in the breeze. The silence wasn't uncomfortable between them; it was soft like they were both lost in thoughts.
"This place holds a lot of memories" she spoke at last her voice rich.
"Yeah, too many" he turned his head to look at her flawless profile. She turned slowly and looked at him, their eyes meeting. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, lips turning up slightly in a smile.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Quisty?" he asked his velvet voice filling her thoughts. The air grew heavy between them. He reached out and brushed his long fingers against her pale cheek.
"You are such a womanizer Irvine!" she exclaimed giggling a bit. He shook his heat hair brushing against his cheeks. He flashed her a sly smile, eyes twinkling.
"I'm not lying Quistis, you are a creature of sheer beauty" he whispered his voice almost getting lost in the soft wind.
"Stop it Irvine" she whispered back.
"You playing hard to get only eggs me on further," he said with a hungry smile.
He started to lean over suddenly their lips close to meeting. His auburn hair brushed her cheeks a bit as their lips brushed against each other.
"What about Selphie?" Quistis asked pulling away as she hopped up to her feet.
"Calm down, Quisty. Selphie has all ready confided in me that she had a huge thing for Zell" Irvine said standing up and walking in front of her. He was so tall his smoky brown eyes peering down into her own.
"Why now, Irvine, why me?" she asked as he cupped her cheek again his long tanned fingers contrasting with her white skin. It was like a scene out of a movie when they kissed again. The wind picked up blowing pink petals around their forms. He tasted of spice, and smelled strongly of gunpowder. His kiss was tender, soft loving. She fell into his body wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Well Well Well, what have we got here? The little instructor finally over Puberty boy?" a voice cut through the reverie. A familiar voice filled with sarcasm and scorn. Quistis' arms dropped to her side as she took a step back from Irvine. Both of their eyes were on the gray clad former knight as he moved further into the clearing. He was hunched over a little his hand curled around his side. In his other hand was his Hyperion dripping with dark blood.
"Seifer" Irvine said smoothly, covering his anger that they had been interrupted. Quistis moved towards her former student catching him before he fell forward to the ground.
A/N: Yeah yeah I know. WHAT AM I DOING! well I am writing this to challange myself. Don't forget, I'm still Seiftis forever all the way ;).
But I might make her end up with Irvine in this fic, its far to early to tell! :D.
This story is dedicated to Dalpal, who requested it. And to Jacks, who gives the best compliments!
Quistis stepped back putting her hands on her hips. She blew a piece of hair out of her eye and looked at her masterwork.
"Perfect" she said with a smile. Ok so it was just a tent, but she had spent all day getting it up. They gray piece of material had given her more problems then all her students combined ever had. But at last it was up. Funny thing was, she was the first one to have hers up. Ever predictable Quistis. Always being the responsible one. Always the one to take charge and get things done. They were probably expecting her to set theirs up too. Well forget that, this was spossed to be a vacation.
They had all piled into the Ragnarock that morning, Selphie piloting the way to the old orphanage. The SeeD's were going to help Cid and Edea rebuilt the old house, giving them a chance to escape the garden for awhile. The Garden wasn't the only thing they were escaping. They were leaving behind the press conferences, the interviews, and the reporters showing up at their doors at odd times of the day. Quistis had a rather embarrassing incident with a reporter climbing in her bathroom window while she was in the bath. They boys had problems with them sneaking into the locker rooms to get pictures of them. The girls had the same problem. Selphie had even came across some of the pictures on the Internet.
It was for these reasons Quistis didn't even mind having to sleep in a tent. They couldn't sleep inside the orphanage, the roof was leaky, and of course there was no room for all of them. It was almost a relief from the rigid structure of the Garden. Of course Quistis usually liked the rigid life style. But lately it had gotten stale. Day in and day out, the same routine. Such was life at Balamb Garden.
She turned and looked around at her friends, the shallow rolling hills making it easy to pick them out. Zell and Selphie were all down by the beach playing in the water. Kicking and laughing at each other, Quistis cracked a smile as Selphie tackled Zell sending them both under the crashing waves.
Irvine was sitting on a rock near by, watching the two laughing. His gun sat on his lap a polishing rag lay across the barrel. It's case lay open at his bare feet. Ammo shells were scattered across the sand their cold metal blending in.
Squall and Rinoa were standing together in their flower field. The multi colored flowers rustled in the breeze. Rinoa's light blue duster whipped around them. The feather's of Squall's jacket brushing her cheek. Their arms wrapped around each other, whispering silent kisses into the night.
The sight brought a sense of nostalgia, as she stood alone in the field of rolling golden wheat. Quistis shook her head grabbing her trunk-sized suitcase dragging it into the tent. Of course she was the first to unpack. She couldn't help being organized it was in her blood. Setting the suitcase against the far tent wall she unrolled her sleeping bag. It was soft on the stamped down stalks of wheat that were under her. She smiled stepping out of the tent again, the setting sun turning the wheat field to gold. She glanced around and crept off over a near by hill.
Here lay her favorite part of the orphanage. A dense grove of oak trees, their leaves fluttering in the night breeze. Quistis started to weave her way through the trees resting her hand on one occasionally for support. When the trees cleared the revealed the best part. In the center of the grove a group of enormous cherry trees grew. They had bloomed early this year the wind swirling around their delicate pink petals. It was like snow as the fell draping the ground, settling themselves in her hair. Their fragrance filled the night air as stars started to spear in the night sky, flickering to life. Quistis walked further in the petals swirling around her. It was so serene and peaceful. She came to two old swings that hung from a long branch. She looked up with a smile at the knots tied with tiny fingers. It hadn't taken her long to convince Irvine and Zell to climb up there and tie it for her.
She looked into the trees suddenly, her peace broken by Irvine striding into the clearing. The light from the moon beamed off the silver in his hat turning his hair into a cascade of silver. His long chap encased legs made short work of the distance between them. He grinned plopping down in the swing next to her.
"I knew you would be here" he said his voice soft as velvet.
"How?" she asked smiling at him.
"This is where you always came," he said sprawling his legs out in front of him. She inspected his chaps for a moment, staring at a petal stuck there flapping in the breeze. The silence wasn't uncomfortable between them; it was soft like they were both lost in thoughts.
"This place holds a lot of memories" she spoke at last her voice rich.
"Yeah, too many" he turned his head to look at her flawless profile. She turned slowly and looked at him, their eyes meeting. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, lips turning up slightly in a smile.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Quisty?" he asked his velvet voice filling her thoughts. The air grew heavy between them. He reached out and brushed his long fingers against her pale cheek.
"You are such a womanizer Irvine!" she exclaimed giggling a bit. He shook his heat hair brushing against his cheeks. He flashed her a sly smile, eyes twinkling.
"I'm not lying Quistis, you are a creature of sheer beauty" he whispered his voice almost getting lost in the soft wind.
"Stop it Irvine" she whispered back.
"You playing hard to get only eggs me on further," he said with a hungry smile.
He started to lean over suddenly their lips close to meeting. His auburn hair brushed her cheeks a bit as their lips brushed against each other.
"What about Selphie?" Quistis asked pulling away as she hopped up to her feet.
"Calm down, Quisty. Selphie has all ready confided in me that she had a huge thing for Zell" Irvine said standing up and walking in front of her. He was so tall his smoky brown eyes peering down into her own.
"Why now, Irvine, why me?" she asked as he cupped her cheek again his long tanned fingers contrasting with her white skin. It was like a scene out of a movie when they kissed again. The wind picked up blowing pink petals around their forms. He tasted of spice, and smelled strongly of gunpowder. His kiss was tender, soft loving. She fell into his body wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Well Well Well, what have we got here? The little instructor finally over Puberty boy?" a voice cut through the reverie. A familiar voice filled with sarcasm and scorn. Quistis' arms dropped to her side as she took a step back from Irvine. Both of their eyes were on the gray clad former knight as he moved further into the clearing. He was hunched over a little his hand curled around his side. In his other hand was his Hyperion dripping with dark blood.
"Seifer" Irvine said smoothly, covering his anger that they had been interrupted. Quistis moved towards her former student catching him before he fell forward to the ground.
A/N: Yeah yeah I know. WHAT AM I DOING! well I am writing this to challange myself. Don't forget, I'm still Seiftis forever all the way ;).
But I might make her end up with Irvine in this fic, its far to early to tell! :D.