-= Creep =-

Chapter 2

It was night; the hours of darkness.  The gentle, salty breeze of the ocean crept through the town of Balamb, while the moonlight gave out its silvery glow through the streets.  The streets were empty, for it was the wee hours of night, and it held an awkward silence.  Only Quistis's uneven footsteps can be heard, her heels clicking at a slow pace against the pavement.  Her body swayed from side to side.  Seifer, catching up to the drunken instructor, took Quistis by the arm.

"Quistis," he whispered in the dark.  "You cannot walk like this.  Look at you, you're drunk."

"Why are you whispering?" Quistis mumbled out loudly, unaware of the silence.  "I'm not drunk, let go of me."  She yanked her arm away from Seifer and continued on her trip to Garden.  Seifer sighed heavily and took a hold of her arm again.

"I said let me go!"  Quistis spun around, attempting to somehow smack Seifer in the face, but lost her balance.  Seifer reached out his arms to catch the fallen instructor.

"Oof!"  Seifer grunted.  He managed to slip his arms under Quistis's.  "Get up."

"Whoops!"  she giggled.  Quistis stood up straight, but fell into Seifer's arms again, and slipped to the floor into a sitting position.  "Ooh…my head hurts."

Seifer rolled his eyes.  "Well, that's what you get when you've had one drink too many.  C'mon, Quistis.  I'm taking you home.  We have to put some ice on your bruise."  He tapped the top of her head.  She didn't respond.  "Quistis, get up."  A loud snore came out of her.  Seifer exhaled deeply and shook his head.  "Quistis, you've changed," he said to himself.

He knelt down to Quistis's level and picked her up, placing her limp body on his back; twined her arms around his neck, and took a hold of her thighs.  He blushed at the moment.  Seifer Almasy is giving a piggyback to Quistis Trepe.  What a sight.  Quistis snored loudly on his back; each snore was a deafening sound to Seifer's ear.  With a steady pace, he walked out of Balamb, trying to make as less noise as possible.

It was hard to see ahead; only the dim moonlight revealed a blurry Garden up ahead of Seifer.  Already, he could feel his leg muscles cramping up from Quistis on his back.  She was silent now, he could hear her soft breaths behind his ear. 

"You smell nice," a soft voice came behind his ear.  Not another word escaped from her mouth.  Seifer grinned and chuckled softly.  Balamb Garden is near, he could see the faint glow of the Garden's windows.

Seifer couldn't go with such excessive weight on his back.  He stopped before the entrance of Garden, and placed Quistis in his arms.  Her head leaned against his muscular chest.  He looked down at her.  Such beauty he saw; her soft skin gave a soft glow in the moonlight.  The darkness had drowned out the sight of her bruise, showing off her radiant beauty.  Her golden tresses shimmered as the silvery moonlight reflected off her hair.  Seifer smiled, for he was holding a goddess.  The night was outrageously amusing for him, especially that Quistis was apart of it.  He snapped out of his thoughts.  Shit, Almasy.    Why are you helping her?  The person in your arms doesn't even wish to see you back in Garden.  Damn it, are you falling for this woman?  Ignoring his thoughts, he continued inside the Garden. 

Alas, Seifer made it to the dorms.  A problem arises.  Which one is her dorm?  Tired to go knocking on every door to find which was her dorm, he took the sleeping beauty in his dorm.  Gently, he slid her frail body from his arms and into bed, hoping not to wake her up.  Taking off his shoes and trenchcoat, he slid into bed also.  There she was, lying there perfectly asleep, he lay beside her, his warm body pressing against hers.  As of instinct, Quistis turned around to the source of the heat, while asleep.  She wrapped her arms around Seifer's torso, getting all the warmth she needed.  Surprised at her action, Seifer laid there dumbfounded.  A surge of unexplained emotions crept through his mind as he watched Quistis sleep.  Seifer Almasy, the renowned sorceress's ex-knight, had fallen for Quistis Trepe.  He grinned at the thought, and gently brushed away strands of hair from Quistis's face, showing all of her beauty.  It wasn't just beauty Seifer had fallen in love with…she was alone.  Alone like him…she wanted a love that will be unrequited; he wanted to be accepted by the people around him.  Both shared a common similarity amongst themselves.  Quistis was an amazing woman, as he remembered.  Being an instructor and all…intrigued him. 

Sleep crept over Seifer's thoughts, and he set his thoughts aside for the night.  Taking one last look of Quistis, he shut his eyes and let sleep invade his mind.

-= =-

Her eyes shot wide awake as a gush of an icy sensation was placed on her cheek.

"Relax Quistis," a charming voice whispered.  Focusing on her hazy vision, she recognized that it was Seifer, who was holding an ice bag to her cheek.

"Seifer, what are you doing in my room?"  She held up a hand to her throbbing head.

"Quistis, you're in my room."

Quistis couldn't help but gasp.  "Seifer, we…didn't…did we?"

Seifer laughed gently.  "No.  We didn't," he blushed a bit at the thought of sex.  "I didn't know where your dorm was, so I brought you here."  He sat on the bed.  "Quistis, I would never do such a thing."  His voice was soft.

A sense of relief went through Quistis.  She smiled weakly at him.  "Thank you."  They looked at one another for moment, an awkward silence fell between them.

"Seifer," Quistis said, breaking the silence.  "Why did you help me?  I thought for sure you would've left me there for good at the pub.  You've…changed."  Seifer's eyes were full of emotion.

"Quistis, I'm not the Seifer you remembered," his voice was almost inaudible.  He placed a hand on her chin, took off the ice bag from her cheek, and leaned close to her. 

"Quistis," he whispered.  "Last night, I realized something that I never thought would ever happen."  Quistis arched an eyebrow.

"What was it?" she asked mellifluously, unaware how close their faces were.

"I'm in love with you, Quistis," he gently pulled her chin with his hand and gingerly kissed her lips.

Quistis pulled from the contact and looked away, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Seifer, I…"

It didn't take Seifer long enough to figure her out.  He quickly stood up and turned his back to her.  "You're thinking of Squall, aren't you?"

Quistis sat there in silence.  Seifer let out an frustrated sigh.  "Damn it Quistis.  You know you'll never have him.  You know he doesn't love you back.  Face the fact, Quistis."  His eyes showed an emotion of hurt.  "You're alone, Quistis.  I know how you feel.  You want to be loved, yet you received unrequited love." 

When you were here before, 
couldn't look you in the eye. 
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry. 
You float like a feather,
in a beautiful world. 
I wish I was special, 

you're so fucking special.

He turned back to Quistis.  "I know how you feel…Quistis, last night, I didn't feel alone…hell, it was the best night of my life.  I love you Quistis, and I had this feeling that I wasn't alone anymore."  He again turned away from her.  "But I guess I'm not wanted here.  Nobody wants me here."

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here.

Seifer headed for the door when a light touch on his shoulder stopped him.  Quistis had gotten out of bed.

"Seifer," she looked up at him.  "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to get you upset."  Seifer's face remained solemn.  She sighed.  "I must admit, you're one drama queen when it comes to issues like this."  Seifer chuckled, but Quistis stopped his laughter by placing her index finger on his lips.  "Shh…" she hushed, and kissed his lips.  "Seifer Almasy, I'm afraid you've captured me in you heart."  Quistis smiled, he flashed his famous smirk, and she kissed him again, now more passionately.

Breaking from the kiss, Quistis opened the door.  "It's Friday, my class starts in 30 minutes.  Until then," she winked at him and left the room.

-= =-

Everywhere Seifer went, he received numerous of vulgar glares at him.  Many people mumbled curses under their breaths as he passed by.  Bastard, sorceress's lapdog, asshole…names he had been called.  Heck, he heard them all.  And every word he heard stabbed him in the heart.  Such times he wished he was never meant to have such a stupid past.  Such times he wished he never returned to Garden. 

I don't care if it hurts, 
I want to have control. 
I want a perfect body,

I want a perfect soul.

But Quistis…he didn't want to leave her.

I want you to notice,
when I'm not around. 
You're so fucking special,

I wish I was special.

Quistis lain on her bed, staring at the ceiling.  Her mind lingered on Seifer, she couldn't get her thoughts off of him.  Seifer…out of all people.  This is such a turnabout.  She wanted to see him again.  Might as well go look for him.  Hyne, I've nothing else to do.

She exited her dorm, and she heard a distinct shout…there were two voices.  Curious, Quistis let the voice lead her, and it led her to the front of the elevator.

"What the hell are you doing here, Almasy?" a SeeD cadet retorted.

"Who the fuck are you?"  Seifer's fist clenched in to a tight fist.

"It doesn't matter who I am.  What matters is your stinking ass here at Garden!  Get out of here!  Nobody wants you to be here, you greedy bastard."

Quistis ran up to them.  "What the hell is going on here?"  Seifer turned to Quistis, anger in his emerald eyes.

"Quistis, forget this shit.  This makes my wonder why I came to his place in the first place.  I'm out of here!"  he stormed away from the angry young SeeD and exited the Garden door.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?.
I don't belong here.

"Seifer!" Quistis called after Seifer, and followed after him.  "Seifer!"

She's running out the door, 
she's running, 

she run, run, run, run, run.

Quistis finally caught up with Seifer in Balamb Town.  "Seifer," crystalline tears flowed down her cheeks.  "Seifer, where are you going?"  Seifer turned to face her.

"Damn it, Quistis!  Can't you see that I'm not wanted here?  I can't take it anymore.  I'm gonna leave this hellhole."

"I want you here…here with me."

Seifer took Quistis in a tight embrace.  He sighed and placed his chin on top of her head.  "Okay, Quistis…okay.  I'll stay…" But not for long…

Whatever makes you happy,
whatever you want. 
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special

-= =-

The ex-knight lain awake at night.  He glanced over to his side, where Quistis lie asleep.  My worst enemies are here at Garden…the people that I've betrayed are here.  How can I stay here and not be hated?…Quistis…I don't want you to live in pain…through my pain.  I don't deserve you…you deserve better.  I have leave.  He quietly climbed out of bed and got dressed.

"I'll always love you," he whispered to Quistis, and bent down and gave her a light kiss on her forehead.  Without looking back, he exited the room, out of Garden, and into the darkness.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here,

I don't belong here.