Hi! I'm back again! Stupid Ffnet has not been putting up my
repeated add on chapters for my story, "Fall of the Dawn", the Sequel to "Kurse
all SeeDs", so if u wanna read it, go to my profile and load it from there! *curses
under breath at FF.net* Anyway, I thought I would have a go at writing a
romantic Queifer…I mean, it's the ultimate pairing after all. This is not related
to the timeline of any of my other fics, which you are welcome to read and
review, by the way!
Well, on with the story! I may write a continuation, if you guys like it…
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Slender, blonde-haired Quistis Trepe strolled through the halls of Balamb Garden, whistling a long forgotten tune, scuffing her silent shoes along the polished passageways. She paused a moment, and let a fleeting breeze that emanated from an uppermost window ruffle her sleek, immaculately brushed hair. Involuntarily, she reached up a hand and smoothed the gleaming strands back down.
She caught sight of her reflection in the nearby fountain. She leaned over and stared into the clear, placid waters. Her face, slightly wavering with the tiny eddies of lucid water, stared back at her. She noticed several coins lying, some shiny, some dull, at the bottom of the fountain. She groped in her pocket for a coin and pulled out 1 Gil. She looked at it a moment, tracing the slightly embossed, glossy surface with one finger, debating on what to wish for.
A picture came back into her mind…
The day
I will never see him again.
If only…
Quistis dismissed the thought from her mind. She threw the coin and her reflection shattered into pieces.
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Five minutes earlier, a man had scrambled, panting, into Quistis Trepe's spacious instructor's dormitory. A tall, muscular man, with eyes so black that they might have been soulless. He closed the window behind him with the little strength he had. Concentric, blushing circles danced mockingly before his eyes. It was a criss cross, baying moonbeam of a gloomy, dark day outside, and the cold and fear combined was more than he could bear.
Where was he? That man, the terrible, looming man…the sharp pain in his side interrupted his train of thought. He crumpled onto the bed, breathing heavily. The world swam around him. He couldn't…he mustn't…why, oh why? He thought he could see bubbles, feathers, church bells, rainbows…a shower of light fell around him and he could see his own, terrified eyes a thousand times. He could feel his side burning, a warm, agonising spot where the blood was leaking out. Who was after him? And why? And…
He was starting to forget exactly what had happened, the pain and anger combined sending him into wild delirium. He had to get out, he had to –
He staggered to his feet, but only made it as far as the mirror, before his bloodstained hand went flailing, and his body thudded heavily to the floor.
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Another day gone past, another day's work done. Quistis smiled. She couldn't wait to see the grade she'd achieved on her latest report on T-Rexaurs…an erudite mastery, if she said so herself, she thought, smirking slyly. She pushed open the door to her dormitory and stopped dead. Something was different. Something was wrong.
Afterwards, she didn't know whether it was the deafening silence that told her, or the glaring, bloody handprint on the mirror. Or the rumpled bedsheets, the drops of blood on the floor. All she remembered was that she had advanced, shaking, yet advancing, towards the mirror, and then her foot had met something solid, and she had looked down into the staring, black eyes of a young, black-haired man with a deep wound in his side.
Only the man was dead.
She never knew exactly what had made her do it, the panic, the chill, the utter fear of being found with a dead man. The inquiries, the fact that…the death could be related…to her…
She found herself, in the blur of confusion, stuffing clothes into a large duffel bag, taking money, credit cards, essentials…she mustn't touch anything, she mustn't be traced…
Her head was in a whirl, and she made it to the door almost without thinking. She roughly pulled on her thick SeeD's coat, and in a frightened whirlpool, was running down the passageways, through the front door, out of the gate, away, away, away…through the forest, along the road, the cold night wind biting into her neck, the air nipping at her face and drawing tears…what was she doing, it was wrenching at her, as if she was running away from home…
Home.
Abruptly she stopped, and turned to look at the building that she could never step foot in again.
The next train out of here.
The very next.
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The train had been empty. Who would have wanted to travel at this time of the semester? The attendant, snub nosed and freckle faced, had handed her the tickets with a nonchalant air. She had felt like hitting him. Didn't he know what had happened? In one minute, she had panicked, making the worst decision of her life. But what else could she do? There was a dead man in her dormitory. And she would be the main suspect. What…if she was the main victim? But her main motive was not to draw attention to herself. Nobody, nobody must know she was running away.
And so, here she was, three hours later, in a deserted train bound for Esto Dali, the furthest city the train went to before she could take a boat, and leave the continent for good. Where would she go? She would figure that out when she got there. She had money, she…
God. What was she doing?
She buried her face in her hands and began to sob quietly. She was so desolate that she didn't notice the tall, lean man enter the cabin and stand over her concernedly.
A few seconds went by before she realised she was being watched. Slowly, she raised her tearstained face and found herself staring into a pair of startlingly green eyes. She gripped the sides of the leather seats. His face registered surprised and recognition a split second before hers.
"Why…Quistis Trepe…"
And Quistis, rising, stunned, from her seat, whispered shakily,
"And you….are Seifer Almasy".
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DADA!!! Would you like a continue? Please review and tell me
what u thought! Thank you!