"You could catch me in the clubs, substituting lap dances for love,
Goin' home to an empty house, thinkin' who should I call for some fun.
I never knew love, until you loved,
Never thought that I'd fall in love. . ."
His eyes seemed distant at that moment, as its blues seemed to have dimmed from the previous night. Irvine Kinneas slowly leaned forward, as he pulled at his lids, eyeing himself, solemnly. The tall man let out a breath, as he slowly stood up straight, staring at his seemingness changing reflection in the clear mirror. His hands gently pressed against the sink counter, as he continued to get lost in thought.
"Hey, Sweetie," a woman's voice uttered, as she slowly came up behind him, happily wrapping her arms around the man's bared torso. Irvine glanced over one shoulder, as he flashed her a bit of an unfamiliar smile. He didn't know how he could have stand it that long. Who would have ever thought that of all people he would have been the first on her list. After all, Sirinya Brask was the ever so popular virgin of Balamb Garden at all cost. Well, of course she wasn't the only virgin, but guys just seemed to have that sudden urge for a woman like she.
It came quite funny to Irvine at times, considering how one girl would have gotten exposed so badly, and didn't' know a thing of it. She was probably not at all his type either way. Sure, she was pretty. That tall, dark, mysterious look. Sirinya slowly moved over in front of the tall man, as she slowly wrapped her arms gently around his neck, her apple green eyes gazing into his.
"So how 'bout it?" the woman's voice sounded out, as her black hair swayed below her shoulders. Irvine paused, a bit confused, as his hands limped at his side without trying to circle around her petite figure.
"How 'bout what?" he questioned, his expression saying it all. Sirinya let out a short laugh, as her arms pulled away, a smile upon her lips.
"You're not gonna give me anything?" There was a long silence that came shortly after, as one of Irvine's eyebrow arose, a bit shocked at her seemingly repulsiveness. So much for that innocence, he thought solemnly, a bit of a smile upon his lips.
"What was it that you wanted?" he asked, resting one hand on the counter, as his dark blue eyes gaped at her. The young woman's hands slowly placed upon her hips, as she let out a frustrated sigh of disturbance.
"Well," Sirinya began, her smile slowly fading, "The least you could do is give me a sign of our love for each other." The sudden statement seemed to catch Irvine off guard, as his trademark smile played across his lips.
"Sign of love?" he uttered, as though it were some practical joke. The woman rolled her eyes, as she suddenly stormed out of the bathroom, walking over to the bed, slowly pulling on her clothes.
"Is that all you could do, ask questions? I was expecting more of a 'Yes, baby.'" There was a short pause, as Irvine solely stood at the bathroom doorway, without a least bit of an attempt to imply anything. His words could only harm him at that moment. Sirinya slowly stood up, as she immediately headed towards the door, turning around for another time.
"I should have known a guy like you would never have commitment," she scolded, her voice harsh, as she waited for his reply.
Irvine slowly crossed his arms over his chest, as he gently leaned against the brim of the bathroom door, "I do have commitment."
The brunette rolled her eyes, as she quickly turned the knob, "No. What a dog and a bitch has is COMMITMENT." Irvine's expression suddenly turned cold, as his blue eyes looked lost.
"Oh, now that's low," he uttered, hugely offended although he hadn't shown it.
"BITE ME," Sirinya retorted, as she quickly exited, slamming the door behind her.
Quistis Trepe slowly turned over one shoulder, as she noticed Seifer Almasy coming in her direction, this time alone for once. She would often wonder why he had actually came back to Garden, after all of the things that had happened before, and how on Earth had she become an Instructor again. Were they really waiting for her to fail a second time?
"Quistis," Seifer greeted, that same everlasting smirk upon his face, as his arms dangled at his sides. Quistis flashed him a weary smile, as she slowly turned to face the tall blonde man.
"What brings you here, Seifer?" the young woman questioned, her arms slowly crossing her chest, as her ice blue eyes pierced into him.
"Quit the bullshiting, Instructor," the man retorted, a bit of a smile this time around. Quistis hesitated, as she waited for the man to continue, which he hadn't at all seemed for that view. There was a long pause before she made an attempt to commence.
"Listen, Sei---," Quistis began, but was suddenly cut short.
"No, you listen," Seifer said, as his green eyes seemed to continuously taunt her, "We've got an appointment, did you happen to remember that?" The young woman rolled her eyes, as she turned her gaze aside, a bit exasperated.
"I've got a class, Seifer," Quistis replied, her eyes turning back to the young man, as he continued to eye her.
"What, you don't got time for your 'ole favorite student'?" the blonde man mocked, as a please smile seemed to fix upon his lips.
"Favorite?" Quistis laughed, as she let her hands fall at her sides, "I don't recall that." Her eyes opened wide, as she felt him suddenly hover closely over her.
"You don't hafta go through with that act, Instructor Trepe," Seifer uttered, his voice low, as he then stood up straight. Quistis sighed, as she shook her head, turning the opposite direction, when she suddenly felt his hand clasped tightly onto her wrist, causing her to turn around.
"It doesn't look right," Seifer finished, an evil grim in his eyes.
Quistis immediately pulled away, as her hand held onto her opposite wrist, "This doesn't look right. Now, if you'll have some courtesy and excuse me."
"You wouldn't want the Headmaster go off thinkin' that you didn't try to help me, did you?" the man muttered, shoving his hands into his coat pocket. Quistis paused, she obviously didn't at all like the tone in his voice. It was as though, he had continued to threaten her again and again. Or perhaps, more like black mail. He seemingly enjoyed pushing her buttons. He was probably the first person, who was actually good at it.
The young woman let out a breath, as her arms again crossed her chest, "What is it?"
Seifer smirked, "All right, now that's a good instructor."
"What was it?" she questioned, her blue eyes gazing forward, as she watched the Balamb students on their daily routine. It was quite rowdy as usual, for class wasn't in session for another 1500 hours or so.
Seifer paused, as his gaze stayed fixed in the same direction as the young woman, "Would you even bother..." Quistis' eyes turned to him, as she quickly glanced away, taking in to his sudden urge of a question. She didn't know whether the man was stating it or asking of something.
"Maybe if you'll make me understand," she replied, reluctantly.
"Sad ain't it," Seifer uttered. She couldn't help but notice how his ego slowly began to fade, she didn't know whether or not he had realized it, himself. It wasn't at all the Seifer everyone came to know.
"I didn't wanna come back here," he began, solemnly, as his head turned to the bright skies just above, "I don't know why I'm tellin' you this. You'd be the last person, next to Chicken Wuss and Puberty Boy." There was a bit of a laugh at the end, as he reluctantly turned in the opposite direction.
"No," Quistis began, her eyes slowly gazing downward, as a thought entered her mind. She didn't' know why he began at the things he did, but she obviously had some care in her to take him in as a person rather than the problematic he really was. "I want to know," she uttered, as she slowly turned to face his side.
"Here," Seifer replied, as he suddenly pulled a sheet of folded paper out of his coat pocket. Quistis hesitated, as her eyes turned to the man that stood beside her. Seifer cocked his head to one side, as his eyes glanced over to her, then turned back to the broad sky. His arms solemnly crossed his chest, as he stood in the quietness that surrounded them.
"Do you honestly think I'd do that?" his voice uttered, interrupting the silence.
Quistis paused, glancing downward, "I don't know...but knowing you, you don't give in that easily." The sudden statement caused a smile to his lips, as his eyes fixed upward, Quistis taking the paper from him.
"Don't think too highly of yourself, Instructor," the man laughed, as he suddenly made way into the other direction, without turning back. "It's Matron's note, not mines." A disgusted look slowly fell upon Quistis' face, as she then unfolded the paper, reading the cursive: Meet in Cid's office at 1900s.
"What's in a name, is life just a game?"
NOTE: WeLL, that was for this chapter. Hope you liked it. Is it at all bad? I was really developing a story line for where I was headed earlier. So whatchu thinking so far huh? Hope you can review with comments! Thanks and please stick around, is my story worth continuing?