By Silver Dolphin
As I make my way to class, my thoughts revolve around a certain student, as always. Squall Leonhart.
What is it that attracts me to him so
strongly? He's never ever attempted to charm me, or anything like that. He
keeps himself to himself, and speaks little. Hell, he barely looks me in the
eye when I talk to him.
Yet there's just something - some
strong bond between us that only I seem to feel. It's not just lust, although
he is very handsome. But then, so are many of my other students. Take
that Seifer, for instance. He's just as intelligent as Squall, and he's of a
more compatible age with me. Yet, even though all the girls are killing just to
get near him, his sexy good looks don't even cause my eyelash to blink.
No, I'm sure it's more, a deeper
connection that I can't even begin to fathom. And sometimes, I get this feeling
of déjà vu when I'm talking to him – like it's happened before, so long ago.
And it sounds lame, desperate even, but I think somewhere deep inside of him he
cares for me.
My comm. link beeps sharply, and Doctor
Kadowaki's voice comes through clearly.
"Quistis? Come get your student."
"Hoe bad is it?" I know there's a note
of worry in my voice. Earlier this morning, I was told that during a sparring
session with Seifer Squall had received a nasty blow to his head.
"It's not that bad, though it'll
probably leave a scar."
"You had to sew it up then?"
"Yes, yes…"
"I'm on my way."
"Right."
A small shiver runs through my back as
I change my direction. Instead of heading for the elevator I make my way to the
infirmary instead.
Sew? How did I know that? Kadowaki had
only said it would leave a scar.
As the doors open, I turn my head and
look around. It's another of those déjà vu feelings yet again. But why? I've
sure as hell never come to collect Squall from the infirmary before.
I stop for a moment to stare at him,
lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Somewhere before…I'm put to mind of him,
in the exact same position, just with different surroundings and with half his
face covered in blood.
I blink and focus on him again. No
blood.
A small smile forms on my lips and a
resigned sigh escapes me as I watch my pupil for a moment. For just a short
moment he's all mine to look at, to savor…
"I knew it'd either be you or Seifer!"
I force myself to say cheerfully, to cover all the confusion that's been
clouding my brain. I bend over him, and the picture of his scar up close…sends
a kind of shock through me. I've seen it all before…somewhere. But the blinking
memory won't come back to me.
He doesn't reply, but then again he
seldom does.
"Come on, let's go. Today's the field
exam."
I study him critically as he walk.
There's something out of place…
"Something on your mind, Squall?" I ask
him softly. I really wish he'll understand that I care…that he doesn't have to
hide behind that stonewall.
"Not really," we chorus together. I try
to hold my laughter as we walk. It's the first time I've ever done that; blurt
out what he's thinking. Maybe…maybe, I'm beginning to melt that ice that he's
got frozen around himself.
Why? I'm not sure why I suddenly know
what he's thinking. Must be that connection between us.
I can't hold my laughter anymore…it
rings out clearly. Squall stops in his tracks and turns around to give me a
flat, unfriendly look. Oh, well. At least I got his attention.
"What's so funny?" he demands acidly.
"Funny?" I blink in surprise. "No, it's
not that! I'm just happy because I fell I'm beginning to understand my student
a little." Only Hyne knows how difficult a task he's made understanding him for
me.
He turns back, as if to continue
walking. "I'm much more complex than you think."
Of course he is. That's why he's such a
mystery to me. Yet, I feel as if I should know his character completely, and
not just because I'm his instructor.
"Then tell me," I reply, with just a
little bit of challenge in my voice. "Tell me about yourself."
His tone is flat, decisive. "It's none
of your…"
"…Business!" I finish for him. There it
is again. That uncanny knack for completing his sentences.
I laugh silently to myself and walk
ahead of him. Maybe someday, I'll understand what all these confusing feelings
are. That invisible connection, and this feeling that I've known him somewhere
before.
Somewhere before…
- owari -
Okay, pple, this is the end of the
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