Authors Notes: First, disclaimor, don't own the characters. I'm too pressed for time now to think of something cute. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and the poll is still on, do you want this to end up as a Quiefer? Review and let me know. Sorry this chapter took so long! Sweatdrops
My Sad Obsession
Chapter 3: Fire and Ice
Throwing open his dorm door, he saw Quistis sitting at his desk, reading. Concealing his surprise, he ignored her.
She looked up from her book. "Hello, Seifer." He grunted in response, dropping his class books on the desk.
She tried again. "Doesn't Raijin share a room with you? I'm surprised I haven't seen him yet." He sat down on the bed, taking off his trenchcoat.
"I guess that's what a good threat does," he answered.
She tried to supress a smile. "You threatened him?" Quistis asked in amusement.
Seifer shrugged. "I told him I wanted to be left alone. He and Fujin are used to it. He's probably with her now."
Quistis looked at him thoughtfully. "It must be nice to have friends like that...You're never alone."
He turned to look at her. "I'm always alone," he replied flatly. His eyes flashed, but he didn't say it with pain or sorrow, it was simply as if he was stating a fact.
She swallowed and turned away, unable to meet his eyes for fear that they'd burn right through her. After awhile, she replied slowly, "I understand that, I suppose."
He nodded, and watched her for a moment, not asking her to say anymore. He could read in between the lines. He could also see that she felt like talking about her feelings about as much as he did. Heaven forbid the Ice Queen dare show something as mundane as emotion, he thought. No, that would be a weakness. He smirked slightly. She looked at him quizzically, and he had this urge to provoke her. He wanted to make her scream, laugh, cry, something, just to show she was human. To get some kind of reaction from her, something he had never managed to do. All the time he had spent in her class, him as the student and her as the teacher, and all the tricks that he pulled, all the nasty comments he had made. And still, the most he had received from her was mild annoyance, if that.
"We're not so different, you know," she added, knowing the words were a lie as soon as they came out of her mouth. They were completely different. He was immature and thoughtless, she was calm and considerate. She just wanted to imagine she knew what he was thinking, that she could relate to him somehow.
He nodded in agreement, but in his mind, he knew it was a lie to even think they were anything the same. He did what he wanted, she did as she was told. 18 and never free, that was how he saw her. But he was too tired to correct her. For a change, he just wanted to pretend like he was like her. Like everyone else. And he knew she just wanted to act like she could read him. He nearly snorted at the thought. Ridiculous of her to think she could understand him. He couldn't understand him. Funny how someone who could never show her own feelings always seemed so concerned with everyone elses. She looked at him, slight confusion in her eyes. All of a sudden, he was irritated again. He practically laughed in her face. And she wasn't hurt, or angry, or much of anything.
He shook his head in disgust. "Forget it. I have to go, anyways." Standing up, he left her there, never once giving her a second look.
She let herself into his dorm late that night after a meeting with Cid. She noticed with surprise that he had left the door unlocked for her. Running into his desk chair, she wished he had left a light on, too. Cursing under her breath, she snatched the blanket she had used yesterday off the chair. For a moment, she considered taking Raijin's bed, but the idea of sleeping in a strangers bed without their permission bothered her. Opting for the floor, she settled for just taking a pillow off his bed and stretched out on the floor. 'Seifer sleeps like an egg beater,' she thought. 'I'll be up all night listening to him toss and turn.' Suddenly, she heard him let out a strangled cry. Bolting upright, she went over to him. He was having another nightmare. She hesitated to wake him up, remembering what had happened the last time. Then he cried out again, and she couldn't let him keep suffering through his dream. She began shaking his shoulders gently. He pulled away from her, but she continued till his eyes flew open. He sat up, sweat running from his face. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he bent over at his waist, folding his arms in front of him as a shield. Quistis sat next to him. He ignored her, continuing to stare straight ahead. She put her hand on his shoulder and he flinched as though she had dropped an ice cube on his arm. He pushed her arm away.
"Don't touch me!"
"Seifer, I just want to help."
He turned to her, eyes blazing. "I never asked for your help," he growled.
She stiffened. "Fine. Forget it," she replied coldly. Standing up, she turned her back on him, returning to her bed on the floor.
Squall glanced down the hallway. Seeing no one was looking, he quietly opened Selphie's dorm door. Closing the door gently behind him, he whispered, "Selphie, I made it."
"Oh, Squall, I'm so glad you came!" she squealed in a hushed tone. He walked over to her bed and sat down. Rinoa put her arm around him and squeezed his shoulder in greeting.
"Yo," Zell said in a low voice from his seat on the floor by the desk. Irvine simply raised his hat. All the guys were trying to remain as quiet as possible. Not only was it after curfew, but they were never supposed to be in the girls dorms at ANY time. If someone heard them, there was going to be more than a little bit of trouble.
"Anyways," Selphie continued. "We were just talking about Quistis and Seifer."
Squall nodded. "What about them?"
Selphie's mouth dropped open. "What ABOUT them?! Quistis is stuck with that goon!"
"Shh," Irvine warned her.
"But didn't you hear Matron? There's nothing we can do," Squall replied.
Zell nodded. "All that can undo it is Quistis or Seifer meeting the right person."
Selphie beamed. "Exactly!"
Irvine wrinkled his brow in confusion. "..Exactly?"
She rolled her eyes. "If the only thing that can break them up is meeting the right person...then...."
"We have to make them meet the right person!" Rinoa finished.
"Exactly!" Selphie repeated. Grabbing a piece of paper off of her desk, she continued, "Now, who do we try first? Who seems like Quisty's type?" Whispering among themselves, they compiled a list of possible suitors.
My Sad Obsession
Chapter 3: Fire and Ice
Throwing open his dorm door, he saw Quistis sitting at his desk, reading. Concealing his surprise, he ignored her.
She looked up from her book. "Hello, Seifer." He grunted in response, dropping his class books on the desk.
She tried again. "Doesn't Raijin share a room with you? I'm surprised I haven't seen him yet." He sat down on the bed, taking off his trenchcoat.
"I guess that's what a good threat does," he answered.
She tried to supress a smile. "You threatened him?" Quistis asked in amusement.
Seifer shrugged. "I told him I wanted to be left alone. He and Fujin are used to it. He's probably with her now."
Quistis looked at him thoughtfully. "It must be nice to have friends like that...You're never alone."
He turned to look at her. "I'm always alone," he replied flatly. His eyes flashed, but he didn't say it with pain or sorrow, it was simply as if he was stating a fact.
She swallowed and turned away, unable to meet his eyes for fear that they'd burn right through her. After awhile, she replied slowly, "I understand that, I suppose."
He nodded, and watched her for a moment, not asking her to say anymore. He could read in between the lines. He could also see that she felt like talking about her feelings about as much as he did. Heaven forbid the Ice Queen dare show something as mundane as emotion, he thought. No, that would be a weakness. He smirked slightly. She looked at him quizzically, and he had this urge to provoke her. He wanted to make her scream, laugh, cry, something, just to show she was human. To get some kind of reaction from her, something he had never managed to do. All the time he had spent in her class, him as the student and her as the teacher, and all the tricks that he pulled, all the nasty comments he had made. And still, the most he had received from her was mild annoyance, if that.
"We're not so different, you know," she added, knowing the words were a lie as soon as they came out of her mouth. They were completely different. He was immature and thoughtless, she was calm and considerate. She just wanted to imagine she knew what he was thinking, that she could relate to him somehow.
He nodded in agreement, but in his mind, he knew it was a lie to even think they were anything the same. He did what he wanted, she did as she was told. 18 and never free, that was how he saw her. But he was too tired to correct her. For a change, he just wanted to pretend like he was like her. Like everyone else. And he knew she just wanted to act like she could read him. He nearly snorted at the thought. Ridiculous of her to think she could understand him. He couldn't understand him. Funny how someone who could never show her own feelings always seemed so concerned with everyone elses. She looked at him, slight confusion in her eyes. All of a sudden, he was irritated again. He practically laughed in her face. And she wasn't hurt, or angry, or much of anything.
He shook his head in disgust. "Forget it. I have to go, anyways." Standing up, he left her there, never once giving her a second look.
She let herself into his dorm late that night after a meeting with Cid. She noticed with surprise that he had left the door unlocked for her. Running into his desk chair, she wished he had left a light on, too. Cursing under her breath, she snatched the blanket she had used yesterday off the chair. For a moment, she considered taking Raijin's bed, but the idea of sleeping in a strangers bed without their permission bothered her. Opting for the floor, she settled for just taking a pillow off his bed and stretched out on the floor. 'Seifer sleeps like an egg beater,' she thought. 'I'll be up all night listening to him toss and turn.' Suddenly, she heard him let out a strangled cry. Bolting upright, she went over to him. He was having another nightmare. She hesitated to wake him up, remembering what had happened the last time. Then he cried out again, and she couldn't let him keep suffering through his dream. She began shaking his shoulders gently. He pulled away from her, but she continued till his eyes flew open. He sat up, sweat running from his face. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he bent over at his waist, folding his arms in front of him as a shield. Quistis sat next to him. He ignored her, continuing to stare straight ahead. She put her hand on his shoulder and he flinched as though she had dropped an ice cube on his arm. He pushed her arm away.
"Don't touch me!"
"Seifer, I just want to help."
He turned to her, eyes blazing. "I never asked for your help," he growled.
She stiffened. "Fine. Forget it," she replied coldly. Standing up, she turned her back on him, returning to her bed on the floor.
Squall glanced down the hallway. Seeing no one was looking, he quietly opened Selphie's dorm door. Closing the door gently behind him, he whispered, "Selphie, I made it."
"Oh, Squall, I'm so glad you came!" she squealed in a hushed tone. He walked over to her bed and sat down. Rinoa put her arm around him and squeezed his shoulder in greeting.
"Yo," Zell said in a low voice from his seat on the floor by the desk. Irvine simply raised his hat. All the guys were trying to remain as quiet as possible. Not only was it after curfew, but they were never supposed to be in the girls dorms at ANY time. If someone heard them, there was going to be more than a little bit of trouble.
"Anyways," Selphie continued. "We were just talking about Quistis and Seifer."
Squall nodded. "What about them?"
Selphie's mouth dropped open. "What ABOUT them?! Quistis is stuck with that goon!"
"Shh," Irvine warned her.
"But didn't you hear Matron? There's nothing we can do," Squall replied.
Zell nodded. "All that can undo it is Quistis or Seifer meeting the right person."
Selphie beamed. "Exactly!"
Irvine wrinkled his brow in confusion. "..Exactly?"
She rolled her eyes. "If the only thing that can break them up is meeting the right person...then...."
"We have to make them meet the right person!" Rinoa finished.
"Exactly!" Selphie repeated. Grabbing a piece of paper off of her desk, she continued, "Now, who do we try first? Who seems like Quisty's type?" Whispering among themselves, they compiled a list of possible suitors.
