Daystar - 11 - Unlucky
"It's you again."
Squall began panting.
The young girl held her hand up, and shielded her face. Up close, he could see that she didn't look much like Rinoa after all.
"Please, just leave me be. All I want to do is leave this god-forsaken town."
"Wait, I just want to talk to you, that's all."
"About what?"
"Squall!" Quistis ran up to the two. "Don't get too close. Remember what happened last time?"
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Seifer calmly walked towards the gathering, and pulled out his gunblade. Meanwhile, all the spectators behind them continued eating, and watched what was happening.
"Is this what's causing all the trouble? Let me at her! All I need is to be two inches from her, then BAM! Seifer saves the day, and the helpless...yet extremely thankful Quistis falls into his arms, and whispers to him that the real reward awaits him in her dorm room!"
He laughed, and thrust forward, trying to scare her.
Shocked, the young girl's eyes began to get teary. She covered her mouth, gasped into her hand, and ran off into the distance.
"No, wait!"
Squall ran after her. Quistis tried to follow, but they ran off so quickly that it was ridiculous to even try to catch up to them. Instead, she turned to Seifer and placed her hands on her hips.
"Bringing YOU along is a joke! You scared away the only person who might be able to help us!"
He grinned smugly, and tucked his gunblade away.
"You actually think that little fawn is going to help us? You actually think puberty boy is following her for an important reason? The only information he wants from her is the data between her legs, if ya catch my drift."
He began moving his index finger through his closed fist. The motion from his hands was so explicit; Quistis looked away, feeling uneasy.
"Whatever Seifer. I'm just going to say this, if you pull another stunt like that, I'm going to have you sent back to Balamb. End of story!"
She walked off angrily, adjusting the whip on her belt.
"End of story, blah blah blah." Seifer mimicked her voice, and returned to the cafe, to annoy the instructors with his bold comments and cigarette smoke.
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"No no no! Where's my nail polish, I could've sworn that I packed it."
Selphie crazily tore through her bag, throwing clothes around the room.
"Please, there's more important things to concentrate on right now. Squall hasn't returned yet. No one knows where he is."
Quistis folded her arms, and stared out the window. She longed to see Squall's shadow appear from the murky night.
"It's right here darlin'!" Irvine pulled the small bottle with the bright yellow liquid from his pocket.
"YAY!" She retrieved the bottle, sat on the bed and began painting her fingernails.
Quistis looked at the two with a disgusted look, and sighed.
"I don't believe you guys. I can't stay in a room with people like you, it's suffocating my mind."
She covered her ears, and quickly exited the little room.
"What's her problem?" Selphie asked, concentrating on her hands.
"Beats me." Irvine replied, resting with his arms behind his head.
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"Wait! How far are you going to make me run? Please stop."
Squall knelt down, and struggled to breathe. When she saw that he wasn't following her anymore, she walked over to him.
"What is it you want to know?"
"This-" He heaved, and weakly reached for the necklace. "This necklace, what is it? What does the symbol mean?"
She stared at it surprised. "Where'd you get that?"
"I got it from this girl that was killed. She was wearing it."
"There's only two people with those symbols."
"Well...what do they mean?" Squall placed his hand on her shoulder. "Tell me."
"The only thing I remember about those symbols is..."
"...Is what?!"
"They bring bad luck."
Not knowing what she meant he put the necklace away. If he asked more questions, she probably wouldn't want to answer, so he decided he'd better return to the hotel.
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The night air was intoxicating, and was a great escape from the crowded, noisy hotel.
"What are you doing out this late?"
Seifer looked up from the ground, and focused his eyes on Nova. Something didn't look right about her, but he didn't care to notice.
"Well hello there. I guess I should be asking the same question to you." He lit a cigarette.
"I want to show you something." She walked towards him with her hands behind her back.
He stared at her confused, the roll of paper dangled between his lips. Even though he felt he shouldn't get closer, he moved towards her also.
