A/N: As much as I love SquallxSeifer I love SeiferxQuistis! ^.^ I have no
idea where I got the idea for this story but *shrugs* hope someone likes
it! ^.^ Read and review please, comments, flames, etc. are all welcome.
This all takes place probably half a year or so after the end of the game.
FYI- n the story I call Squall, Rinoa, Selphie, Irvine and Zell 'the gang'
because it's the whole orphanage gang minus Seifer but adding in Rinoa so
it's just easier to call them the gang.
~~*~~
It seems like it's been so long since Seifer was good. I hated seeing him work as the Sorceresses Knight. Maybe it was because I wish he was my knight.No. I wished. I don't love him anymore. Do I?
I guess I need to correct tests for my next class. I'm as bad as some of my students when I day-dream and get lost in my own thoughts in class!
"Quistis Trepe please report to the Headmasters office immediately. Quistis Trepe to the Headmasters office. Thank you."
I sigh; at least I don't have a class right now, just a mid-afternoon break. I've gone to the Headmasters office more frequently now, just paying visits to Squall up there. So much has changed after all the gang been through.
As soon as I step out of my classroom door, I see the figure at the end of the hall. I dismiss the fact that anything may be wrong because lots of people hang around in the hallways, waiting for other people or just relaxing. Oh damn, which paper is the one Squall wants? I've got way too many tests and mission reports here..Where is it?
"Instructor!" A male voice calls.
My head snaps up from my armful of papers. Only one person calls me that. Everyone else calls me Quistis, Instructor Trepe or the group usually calls me Quisty. I turn my head to the side as the guy pushes himself off the wall.
"Is that anyway to greet an old student, Instructor?" he teases.
I turn and face him fully; my heart is beating wildly in my chest. He gives me the famous Almasy smirk. He's 6"2 or so now, 19 years old. I'm only 5"6' about, but we're the same age. The scar across his face going from left to right is still the same as it has been since the first day he got it.
"Seifer," I breathe, I didn't know what else to say, I'm so surprised I'm almost spilling my papers on to the floor. He's here. He's really here.
"Nice to see you again too," he snorts.
"Oh! Sorry, how.How have you been?" I realized I've been staring at him and look down at my papers, hugging them to my chest, hiding a faint blush.
"Just fine." A few moments of awkward silence follow.
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" He asks, not sneering at me, but just a question to nudge me to where I should be.
"Oh, yhea." I mumble and hurry down the hall towards the elevator to Squall's office.
"See you later, Instructor!" His voice calls after me.
Later?!? Oh Hyne.
~~*~~
"Squall, what the hell did he mean 'see you later'?!?!" I yelled at the new Headmaster who had piles of papers surrounding him.
"Quistis, Seifer has been accepted back into Garden and back into your class. The last class of the day, Seifer is in your class." Squall responded from behind a pile.
I was happy Seifer was back, and pissed but oddly glad because he doesn't seem to have changed in the least.
"Can I have the rest of the day off? I could get one of the Trepeies to teach the class." I couldn't take seeing Seifer again. I just need a break. Squall sighed behind the papers.
"Whatever." Typical Squall.
~~*~~
After taking a shower, I lie on my bed and begin to sort out my thoughts.
Why did Seifer have to come back? My feelings for him were just fading. At first, it was just boring and dull without him, and then I hated him for not even trying to come back. After that I wished he'd come back, later I realized he didn't even care! It's been hell since then and now he's back!
Now he's here.
I curled up on my side and pulled the covers over myself up to my chin.
I just figured it out now, I mean, I knew he was back but I kind of didn't really know he was back.
It just all hit me now. Like a re-opened wound that had just begun to heal, you know it's there but you put it in the back of your mind for a while.
Like forgetting someone died, then they come back and you remember that they're supposed to be dead and gone.
I cry myself to sleep thinking of Seifer.
~~**~~ I open my eyes and stare at the blank ceiling of my dorm.
Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of my room I squint at my clock on my dresser.
1 a.m.
I can't even get a full nights rest now. It's because he's here.
The though of him makes tears well up in my eyes.
Sitting up I shake my head to try and make the thoughts of him leave.
As I put my fists on the bed and brought my heels to my sides. ((A/N: I'll have a pic of this up on my site if a lot of people don't get how Quisty is sitting. It's like she's sitting on her heels on her bad, but as if her feet have slipped out from under her butt and her right heels is next to her right hip same with the left, therefore having her heels next to her hips.))
I can't forget him, no matter how hard I try. I guess a part of me doesn't want to forget him.
The more I think of him the more tears well up in my eyes. It happens every morning when I wake up.
I wake up and tears drops fall down like rain.
On any other morning I'd cry silently for a few minutes or so then go off, take a shower and go to work. Not today. This morning I'm sobbing, it's anything but silent, but not loud enough that I'll wake anyone. And I don't feel like taking a shower so early. So I'm just going to sit here and cry.
I'll cry for Seifer and what he doesn't know. I'll cry for what I won't show him. I'm crying because I'm so pathetic that I don't even know what I really feel for him.
I can't tell anyone because they really wouldn't understand, they don't totally approve of Seifer yet. Plus no one would think the sophisticated, together, totally-in-control-and-on-top-of-everything Quistis, would have a breakdown and be scrambling to pick up the pieces of her life. Never.
That only makes me cry harder. All these people think I'm some kind of awesome person who can do anything but it's all just what cards I lay down. I always keep the cards of depression, sadness, and confusion hidden in my hand. I can't let them find out I'm a fake, what would they think?
As a new round of sobs and tears rises, there's a knock on my door.
"Hey, is there anything wrong in there?"
A sob catches in my throat. It's a male voice in the girl's section of the dorms. Maybe if I don't say anything, he'll leave.
"There's got to be something wrong if you're crying, come on, and open up."
Just don't say anything and he'll leave. The sob in my throat threatens to escape.
There's some muttering on the other side of the door and my doorknob turns. How the hell could he get in?!?
The door opens and there stands..
~~~**~~~ AN: I'm so evil, leaving everyone with a big cliff hanger like that. *grins evilly* There'll be more, don't worry! Review if you think you know who it is in the doorway! ^.^ It's kind of a 'duh' thing but yhea.
~~*~~
It seems like it's been so long since Seifer was good. I hated seeing him work as the Sorceresses Knight. Maybe it was because I wish he was my knight.No. I wished. I don't love him anymore. Do I?
I guess I need to correct tests for my next class. I'm as bad as some of my students when I day-dream and get lost in my own thoughts in class!
"Quistis Trepe please report to the Headmasters office immediately. Quistis Trepe to the Headmasters office. Thank you."
I sigh; at least I don't have a class right now, just a mid-afternoon break. I've gone to the Headmasters office more frequently now, just paying visits to Squall up there. So much has changed after all the gang been through.
As soon as I step out of my classroom door, I see the figure at the end of the hall. I dismiss the fact that anything may be wrong because lots of people hang around in the hallways, waiting for other people or just relaxing. Oh damn, which paper is the one Squall wants? I've got way too many tests and mission reports here..Where is it?
"Instructor!" A male voice calls.
My head snaps up from my armful of papers. Only one person calls me that. Everyone else calls me Quistis, Instructor Trepe or the group usually calls me Quisty. I turn my head to the side as the guy pushes himself off the wall.
"Is that anyway to greet an old student, Instructor?" he teases.
I turn and face him fully; my heart is beating wildly in my chest. He gives me the famous Almasy smirk. He's 6"2 or so now, 19 years old. I'm only 5"6' about, but we're the same age. The scar across his face going from left to right is still the same as it has been since the first day he got it.
"Seifer," I breathe, I didn't know what else to say, I'm so surprised I'm almost spilling my papers on to the floor. He's here. He's really here.
"Nice to see you again too," he snorts.
"Oh! Sorry, how.How have you been?" I realized I've been staring at him and look down at my papers, hugging them to my chest, hiding a faint blush.
"Just fine." A few moments of awkward silence follow.
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" He asks, not sneering at me, but just a question to nudge me to where I should be.
"Oh, yhea." I mumble and hurry down the hall towards the elevator to Squall's office.
"See you later, Instructor!" His voice calls after me.
Later?!? Oh Hyne.
~~*~~
"Squall, what the hell did he mean 'see you later'?!?!" I yelled at the new Headmaster who had piles of papers surrounding him.
"Quistis, Seifer has been accepted back into Garden and back into your class. The last class of the day, Seifer is in your class." Squall responded from behind a pile.
I was happy Seifer was back, and pissed but oddly glad because he doesn't seem to have changed in the least.
"Can I have the rest of the day off? I could get one of the Trepeies to teach the class." I couldn't take seeing Seifer again. I just need a break. Squall sighed behind the papers.
"Whatever." Typical Squall.
~~*~~
After taking a shower, I lie on my bed and begin to sort out my thoughts.
Why did Seifer have to come back? My feelings for him were just fading. At first, it was just boring and dull without him, and then I hated him for not even trying to come back. After that I wished he'd come back, later I realized he didn't even care! It's been hell since then and now he's back!
Now he's here.
I curled up on my side and pulled the covers over myself up to my chin.
I just figured it out now, I mean, I knew he was back but I kind of didn't really know he was back.
It just all hit me now. Like a re-opened wound that had just begun to heal, you know it's there but you put it in the back of your mind for a while.
Like forgetting someone died, then they come back and you remember that they're supposed to be dead and gone.
I cry myself to sleep thinking of Seifer.
~~**~~ I open my eyes and stare at the blank ceiling of my dorm.
Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness of my room I squint at my clock on my dresser.
1 a.m.
I can't even get a full nights rest now. It's because he's here.
The though of him makes tears well up in my eyes.
Sitting up I shake my head to try and make the thoughts of him leave.
As I put my fists on the bed and brought my heels to my sides. ((A/N: I'll have a pic of this up on my site if a lot of people don't get how Quisty is sitting. It's like she's sitting on her heels on her bad, but as if her feet have slipped out from under her butt and her right heels is next to her right hip same with the left, therefore having her heels next to her hips.))
I can't forget him, no matter how hard I try. I guess a part of me doesn't want to forget him.
The more I think of him the more tears well up in my eyes. It happens every morning when I wake up.
I wake up and tears drops fall down like rain.
On any other morning I'd cry silently for a few minutes or so then go off, take a shower and go to work. Not today. This morning I'm sobbing, it's anything but silent, but not loud enough that I'll wake anyone. And I don't feel like taking a shower so early. So I'm just going to sit here and cry.
I'll cry for Seifer and what he doesn't know. I'll cry for what I won't show him. I'm crying because I'm so pathetic that I don't even know what I really feel for him.
I can't tell anyone because they really wouldn't understand, they don't totally approve of Seifer yet. Plus no one would think the sophisticated, together, totally-in-control-and-on-top-of-everything Quistis, would have a breakdown and be scrambling to pick up the pieces of her life. Never.
That only makes me cry harder. All these people think I'm some kind of awesome person who can do anything but it's all just what cards I lay down. I always keep the cards of depression, sadness, and confusion hidden in my hand. I can't let them find out I'm a fake, what would they think?
As a new round of sobs and tears rises, there's a knock on my door.
"Hey, is there anything wrong in there?"
A sob catches in my throat. It's a male voice in the girl's section of the dorms. Maybe if I don't say anything, he'll leave.
"There's got to be something wrong if you're crying, come on, and open up."
Just don't say anything and he'll leave. The sob in my throat threatens to escape.
There's some muttering on the other side of the door and my doorknob turns. How the hell could he get in?!?
The door opens and there stands..
~~~**~~~ AN: I'm so evil, leaving everyone with a big cliff hanger like that. *grins evilly* There'll be more, don't worry! Review if you think you know who it is in the doorway! ^.^ It's kind of a 'duh' thing but yhea.