Title: Thousand Cranes
Author: Kuri Tessy
Feedback: Yes, please!
Pairings: Quistis/Seifer
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst and Death
Disclaimer: FF8, characters, and other nice things don't belong to me. It's sad, but true.
Notes: In Japanese class I watched a video on Sadako Sasaki and the story of the one thousand paper cranes. I was touched by the video's message and got the idea of writing a fanfiction piece about it.
Thousand Cranes
Quisits leaned heavily on the walkway's rail, a standard leather suitcase in her hand. The new mission was ridiculous. As ordered, she had boarded a train sent in the supposed direction of Timber. Not only was she told to play the part of a civilian, which meant not having the luxury of a private Seed car with air conditioning, but the train had conveniently switched to another track. A track which had headed towards Deling City. After sitting beside an extremely overweight man who smelled like grease and stared at her for numerous hours straight, Quistis was more than happy to get off anywhere.
The mission details were brief and overly broad. She vividly recalled Squall mumbling the instructions while Rinoa apologetically shook her head. Zone and Watts had mysteriously disappeared from Timber, where they had been helping manage and establish a shaky peace. Quistis found it odd that Rinoa hadn't already left to find her greatest supporters and had recommended her for the job. Now that she had time to think about it, she had guessed the reason. Her birthday was in four days. How her group of friends found out the date is beyond her. Perhaps Squall had used his position of Commander to go snooping around in her "lost" personal files. Most likely so, everyone was a little bit too eager to see the renowned Seed off at the Balamb train station. Zell even gave Quistis his hotdog wrapped in hot pink paper to eat before the trip, probably as an early present. She loved her friends, but they could all be a bit dim at times.
She glanced over at the right. She faintly groaned as the foul man swaggers over with his luggage. The day just keeps getting better and better.
"Hey there little missy. That there bag looks awful heavy for you. How 'bout I help ya with it?" He flailed his sweaty arms out, almost knocking his bags over.
Quistis politely smiled and stepped back, "I thank you for your kind offer sir, but I think I'll manage."
"Awright then, I understand. You be careful, pretty lady. There's some bad characters round here, doncha know," he announced while slapping his hand on my shoulder.
I bet there is, and you're one of them. Clutching at her suitcase, Quistis nodded and quickly took her leave. Reaching towards her hip, the smooth steel of Save the Queen met her searching hand. Assured, she walked out of the station and faced the steaming asphalt of Deling City's main street. Night was approaching fast, and as much as she would have liked to take a train back to Timber, she decided on hotel room. Why risk running into that man or others like him again?
After the tedious task of convincing the receptionist that she did not want a suite, Quistis trudged down the narrow hall. On the search for Room 44, she passed by a room where the door was slightly ajar. Plagued with not having much life at the moment, Quistis curiously peeked in. The room had two full sized beds and one night table stationed in the middle. On one of the beds, a person was sprawled out. Squinting her eyes, she could see the figure of the person was without a shirt and was most definitely male. She slightly frowned when she saw that they had their shoes on the bed cover. A closer look at their face revealed the strong lines of their jaw and high cheekbones. Their forehead was furrowed and one golden lock of hair hung down boyishly. As she gently pushed the metal door in an effort to see more of the stranger, it squeaked loudly. Emerald eyes snapped open and focused on the door. No...no, it can't be him. Quistis' head snapped back and she quickly sprinted down the hall. I have to find my room, I have to find my room! Finding it, she shoved the key into the lock and with a satisfying click, it opened. Sliding down the door, she clutched at her heaving chest in an effort to still her rapidly beating heart. Slamming her fist on the carpeted floor, Quistis realized that she had forgotten her suitcase outside of his door in her haste. I should go down there and get it, she reasoned to herself. With a sick sense of dread, she realized that she was scared to. Me, Quistis Trepe, afraid of a former student. My reputation of being calm and collected would be shattered if anyone looked at me right now, she mused to herself. She sighed and rubbed her temples. Rising back up, she slid out the door and looked down the dimly lit hall. Her suitcase was gone. Lovely. Her nerve shot for the night, Quistis decided she would ask the hotel's personnel to "check" in on her bag instead of confronting Seifer for it. Nervously passing by Seifer's room, Quistis sought out the receptionist she had just checked in with. She had been pushed too far this day. All she needed was her suitcase. That's all. No one, not even Seifer Almasy could take away her planned evening of a being in a warm bath tub, but she needed her clothes.
Might it be a ruby dragon, Seifer Almasy, or Ultimecia, she was going to get her suitcase back.
Kuri's note: Hanashi wa ski desu ka? (Basically, did you like it?) If you did or didn't, please review and tell me! Any suggestions are appreciated! The next chapter will come out soon, I promise!
Author: Kuri Tessy
Feedback: Yes, please!
Pairings: Quistis/Seifer
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst and Death
Disclaimer: FF8, characters, and other nice things don't belong to me. It's sad, but true.
Notes: In Japanese class I watched a video on Sadako Sasaki and the story of the one thousand paper cranes. I was touched by the video's message and got the idea of writing a fanfiction piece about it.
Thousand Cranes
Quisits leaned heavily on the walkway's rail, a standard leather suitcase in her hand. The new mission was ridiculous. As ordered, she had boarded a train sent in the supposed direction of Timber. Not only was she told to play the part of a civilian, which meant not having the luxury of a private Seed car with air conditioning, but the train had conveniently switched to another track. A track which had headed towards Deling City. After sitting beside an extremely overweight man who smelled like grease and stared at her for numerous hours straight, Quistis was more than happy to get off anywhere.
The mission details were brief and overly broad. She vividly recalled Squall mumbling the instructions while Rinoa apologetically shook her head. Zone and Watts had mysteriously disappeared from Timber, where they had been helping manage and establish a shaky peace. Quistis found it odd that Rinoa hadn't already left to find her greatest supporters and had recommended her for the job. Now that she had time to think about it, she had guessed the reason. Her birthday was in four days. How her group of friends found out the date is beyond her. Perhaps Squall had used his position of Commander to go snooping around in her "lost" personal files. Most likely so, everyone was a little bit too eager to see the renowned Seed off at the Balamb train station. Zell even gave Quistis his hotdog wrapped in hot pink paper to eat before the trip, probably as an early present. She loved her friends, but they could all be a bit dim at times.
She glanced over at the right. She faintly groaned as the foul man swaggers over with his luggage. The day just keeps getting better and better.
"Hey there little missy. That there bag looks awful heavy for you. How 'bout I help ya with it?" He flailed his sweaty arms out, almost knocking his bags over.
Quistis politely smiled and stepped back, "I thank you for your kind offer sir, but I think I'll manage."
"Awright then, I understand. You be careful, pretty lady. There's some bad characters round here, doncha know," he announced while slapping his hand on my shoulder.
I bet there is, and you're one of them. Clutching at her suitcase, Quistis nodded and quickly took her leave. Reaching towards her hip, the smooth steel of Save the Queen met her searching hand. Assured, she walked out of the station and faced the steaming asphalt of Deling City's main street. Night was approaching fast, and as much as she would have liked to take a train back to Timber, she decided on hotel room. Why risk running into that man or others like him again?
After the tedious task of convincing the receptionist that she did not want a suite, Quistis trudged down the narrow hall. On the search for Room 44, she passed by a room where the door was slightly ajar. Plagued with not having much life at the moment, Quistis curiously peeked in. The room had two full sized beds and one night table stationed in the middle. On one of the beds, a person was sprawled out. Squinting her eyes, she could see the figure of the person was without a shirt and was most definitely male. She slightly frowned when she saw that they had their shoes on the bed cover. A closer look at their face revealed the strong lines of their jaw and high cheekbones. Their forehead was furrowed and one golden lock of hair hung down boyishly. As she gently pushed the metal door in an effort to see more of the stranger, it squeaked loudly. Emerald eyes snapped open and focused on the door. No...no, it can't be him. Quistis' head snapped back and she quickly sprinted down the hall. I have to find my room, I have to find my room! Finding it, she shoved the key into the lock and with a satisfying click, it opened. Sliding down the door, she clutched at her heaving chest in an effort to still her rapidly beating heart. Slamming her fist on the carpeted floor, Quistis realized that she had forgotten her suitcase outside of his door in her haste. I should go down there and get it, she reasoned to herself. With a sick sense of dread, she realized that she was scared to. Me, Quistis Trepe, afraid of a former student. My reputation of being calm and collected would be shattered if anyone looked at me right now, she mused to herself. She sighed and rubbed her temples. Rising back up, she slid out the door and looked down the dimly lit hall. Her suitcase was gone. Lovely. Her nerve shot for the night, Quistis decided she would ask the hotel's personnel to "check" in on her bag instead of confronting Seifer for it. Nervously passing by Seifer's room, Quistis sought out the receptionist she had just checked in with. She had been pushed too far this day. All she needed was her suitcase. That's all. No one, not even Seifer Almasy could take away her planned evening of a being in a warm bath tub, but she needed her clothes.
Might it be a ruby dragon, Seifer Almasy, or Ultimecia, she was going to get her suitcase back.
Kuri's note: Hanashi wa ski desu ka? (Basically, did you like it?) If you did or didn't, please review and tell me! Any suggestions are appreciated! The next chapter will come out soon, I promise!