Note: Hi! Hi! Sorry for the long awaited continuation of your favourite story! I appreciate all your reviews and honest opinions! Thanx again! I'm hoping for feedbacks from you people! Okay, I realized that other couples are boring, so I'll just stick to the three 'cause it'll take too long to do the rest of the couples until I continue to the other ones.
Chapter 4 - Sunrise
~ The words that came from her lips stung him and cut him into millions of pieces knowing deep down inside that it was the truth.
He opened his eyes weakly, trying to rethink what happened, but all the memories were a blur to him. He had a pounding headache that screamed in his veins, ready to pop out of his nostrils. At times, he felt hot, then felt cold and then in between. He didn't know what he was feeling, but he felt nauseated.
A ray of sun peeked through the opened window and kissed his fatigued form underneath the blanket.
Moaning, he lifted himself up into a sitting position and looked around the room, feeling dizzy and tired. Around him he noticed a small white table beside the bed, a desk on his left side of the wall filled with books and paper and an opened bathroom door in front of him.
"Good morning, Seifer," a soft feminine voice spoke. He turned to his right where a very familiar woman sat on a chair on the bedside. Her long dark hair shimmered in the sunlight and her eyes gazed up to meet his. She smiled, placing a hand on his. "How are you feeling?"
He laid his head back down on the pillow and sighed. He placed a hand on his forehead and looked up at the ceiling. "I feel like crap, Matron," he replied.
Edea nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "I'm just glad you're all right."
"Where the hell am I?" He put his hand back down on the soft mattress and turned his head towards the mother figure of the Matron.
"You're in Quistis' room," she answered.
Seifer's eyes widened. He heard a door opening and he turned his head to his right, noticing a blond figure walking in. She closed the door with her foot and walked across the room. In her hand she held a tray where a small black bottle and a spoon laid still. "Oh, you're awake," she said, with no enthusiastic tone in her voice, whatsoever. She walked over to her desk and put the tray down, then turned to face him, folding her arms across her chest.
The blond man looked at Quistis, then at Edea, each giving him his curious look. "What the hell? What am I doing in Quistis' room?"
Edea stroked Seifer's hand with her thumb, her smile never fading from her beautiful face. Every time Seifer looked at her, she seemed younger by the minute, never showing any signs of wrinkles or tiredness the way elderly people have. "She had to drag you all the way here by herself when she found you out in the rain."
Seifer looked at Quistis, then turned his attention on his naked form. He lifted up his blanket and looked at himself. He smirked. "I see. And it seems Quistis didn't hesitate to take off all my clothes." He gazed up at her.
Quistis' eyes widened. Her cheeks became flushed with red. She looked away, trying to hide the embarrassment on her face, but Seifer already saw that. "I had no other choice, Seifer. I had to.... do that because you were feverish."
Seifer smirked, satisfied for what he had accomplished... embarrass the hell out of Quistis Trepe. He folded his arms across his bare chest and grinned evilly. "Did you have a good peep show?"
Quistis jerked her head towards him, a golden colour of tresses flying across her face and landing smoothly on her shoulders. She gave him the best looking glare she can give someone. It was an exception, since this was, after all, Seifer Almasy. "No, there was nothing interesting to look at!" she fired back.
"That's enough you two!" Edea yelled. Surprised by her sudden outburst, both blondes turned their heads to an angry Matron sitting on the chair. She removed her hands from Seifer and stood up. She looked down at Seifer. "Quistis gave all her strenght to bring you here Seifer and you don't even thank her for it!" She clenched her fists at her sides.
Seifer turned away from her, keeping his arms folded. He kept his mouth shut.
Edea sighed. "You're acting like children! It's bad enough that I had to put up with your bickering over small little things when you were children and I don't want to put up with it again!" She looked at both blondes. "I will go talk to Cid about admitting you back to Garden Seifer."
Seifer lifted up his hands in front of him, his palms facing away from him. "Woah! Woah! Who said anything about me going back to Garden?"
The dark haired woman looked down. "Isn't that the reason why you're here in the first place?"
He didn't answer. Is that the reason? He wasn't sure of it himself. Giving no answer, he turned away and placed his eyes upon the window. The sun moved higher over their heads, shining brightly around the shadowed room. The golden rays touched his honey tresses, mimicking the colour of the strands on his head. He blocked the sunlight with his hand and pursed his lips together, unsure what to say.
"I'll be back as soon as I get an answer," Edea spoke up after a minute of silence. She turned around and walked out of the room, without another word.
When the dark haired woman was gone, Quistis looked down on the still form of Seifer Almasy. He had a frown on his face, watching as the sun appeared over the horizon and shining his hair even brighter. She sat down on the bed and, to Seifer's surprise, placed the back of her hand on his forehead.
Seifer slapped her hand away and sneered at her. "What the hell are you doing?!" he hissed.
The blond woman looked at her, astonished by his bitter tone. "I'm checking your temperature," she replied coolly.
"Well, don't you have a thermometer for that?" He moved an inch away from her and protectively covered his bare chest with the blanket.
Quistis shook her head. "Some thermometers are inaccurate and the best way to check is to feel the person's forehead." She lifted up her hand, waiting for Seifer to let her feel his forehead.
Seifer smirked and nodded, telling her it was all right now. "You sound like a dictionary," he commented.
The blond woman moved closer and placed her hand back on his head. "A dictionary who saved your life," she replied. She felt a burning sensation on his forehead and that's when she knew it was time. She removed her hand from him and glanced at her watch. "You're burning up again, it's time for your medicine." She stood up and walked over to her desk where the small bottle and a spoon waited for her.
His eyes glowed. Waving his hands, he shook his head in defiance. "A medicine? Hell no!"
Ignoring his protests, Quistis opened the bottle, picked it up, picked up the spoon and poured the content in the spoon. Slowly, she walked over to the bed. "You need to take this every eight hours." Seifer was about to protest when she shoved the spoon into Seifer's mouth. She took out the spoon from his mouth and put the spoon back on the tray, then closed the bottle's lid tightly. She turned around and watched him trying to swallow the medicine down.
It was about a minute until Seifer finally swallowed the whole liquid. He grimaced as the taste made contact with his taste bud and wiped his mouth with his arm. He looked up and glared at the grinning Quistis. "You bitch!" He gagged and clawed at his tongue, thinking it was the only way to get the taste out.
"What a baby," she murmured. Quistis rolled her eyes and reached over to her desk to pick up the apple laying near her books. The apple was going to be her breakfast before she left for her class, but... She handed the apple to Seifer. She wasn't all that hungry anyway. "Here eat this. It'll take the taste away from your mouth."
Seifer grabbed the apple from her hand and desperately and hungrily ate the apple with one bite. After he was finished, he tossed the apple core on the bed and glared up at the blond again. "You should've warned me it would taste like poison!"
"If I did, then you wouldn't have taken it," she retorted. She glanced at her watch. "Well, I have class right now, so I'll just be heading." She picked up all her important books and paper from the desk and turned to leave, when Seifer's tired voice stopped her.
"Instructor," he called.
Quistis turned around to face him. She shook her head. "Don't call me that. I'm not your Instructor anymore, Call me Quistis."
Seifer winced. He feels awkward calling her by her first name. He's always been used to calling her Instructor and nothing more. He opened his mouth to speak. "Q- Trepe," he said.
Quistis rolled her eyes. "Well, that's an improvement. Add 'wistis' and you got my name right."
"Does that mean you've forgiven me? I mean you did bring me all the way here...." He paused. What the hell is he doing asking this pathetic question. He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
Quistis was taken aback. Seifer? Nervous? Since when? She put on her best Instructor posture and looked at him. "I wouldn't say I forgive you, Seifer and if I said it I would be lying to you. For now, I'll tolerate your presence, but I can't accept it." She turned and leave, closing the door behind her, leaving him baffled.
Snorting, Seifer turned his head towards the window and thought about what she said. She was right after all. Why should she forgive him? After all, he did almost kill everyone in Garden. The words that came from her lips stung him and cut him into millions of pieces knowing deep down inside that it was the truth. He looked out the window and noticed the sun greeted him with another kiss on the face. He took a deep breath, taking in the wonderful feeling of the warm sun and closed his eyes to sleep.
GoodGurl: Like ouch! Quistis is so mean, but she does hate him tho after what he did. Who wouldn't hate him for that? Make no mistake tho, I love Seifer. He's an awesome and *sigh!* I loved his smile at the end. Anyway, what'd you guys think? Please r/r!
Chapter 4 - Sunrise
~ The words that came from her lips stung him and cut him into millions of pieces knowing deep down inside that it was the truth.
He opened his eyes weakly, trying to rethink what happened, but all the memories were a blur to him. He had a pounding headache that screamed in his veins, ready to pop out of his nostrils. At times, he felt hot, then felt cold and then in between. He didn't know what he was feeling, but he felt nauseated.
A ray of sun peeked through the opened window and kissed his fatigued form underneath the blanket.
Moaning, he lifted himself up into a sitting position and looked around the room, feeling dizzy and tired. Around him he noticed a small white table beside the bed, a desk on his left side of the wall filled with books and paper and an opened bathroom door in front of him.
"Good morning, Seifer," a soft feminine voice spoke. He turned to his right where a very familiar woman sat on a chair on the bedside. Her long dark hair shimmered in the sunlight and her eyes gazed up to meet his. She smiled, placing a hand on his. "How are you feeling?"
He laid his head back down on the pillow and sighed. He placed a hand on his forehead and looked up at the ceiling. "I feel like crap, Matron," he replied.
Edea nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "I'm just glad you're all right."
"Where the hell am I?" He put his hand back down on the soft mattress and turned his head towards the mother figure of the Matron.
"You're in Quistis' room," she answered.
Seifer's eyes widened. He heard a door opening and he turned his head to his right, noticing a blond figure walking in. She closed the door with her foot and walked across the room. In her hand she held a tray where a small black bottle and a spoon laid still. "Oh, you're awake," she said, with no enthusiastic tone in her voice, whatsoever. She walked over to her desk and put the tray down, then turned to face him, folding her arms across her chest.
The blond man looked at Quistis, then at Edea, each giving him his curious look. "What the hell? What am I doing in Quistis' room?"
Edea stroked Seifer's hand with her thumb, her smile never fading from her beautiful face. Every time Seifer looked at her, she seemed younger by the minute, never showing any signs of wrinkles or tiredness the way elderly people have. "She had to drag you all the way here by herself when she found you out in the rain."
Seifer looked at Quistis, then turned his attention on his naked form. He lifted up his blanket and looked at himself. He smirked. "I see. And it seems Quistis didn't hesitate to take off all my clothes." He gazed up at her.
Quistis' eyes widened. Her cheeks became flushed with red. She looked away, trying to hide the embarrassment on her face, but Seifer already saw that. "I had no other choice, Seifer. I had to.... do that because you were feverish."
Seifer smirked, satisfied for what he had accomplished... embarrass the hell out of Quistis Trepe. He folded his arms across his bare chest and grinned evilly. "Did you have a good peep show?"
Quistis jerked her head towards him, a golden colour of tresses flying across her face and landing smoothly on her shoulders. She gave him the best looking glare she can give someone. It was an exception, since this was, after all, Seifer Almasy. "No, there was nothing interesting to look at!" she fired back.
"That's enough you two!" Edea yelled. Surprised by her sudden outburst, both blondes turned their heads to an angry Matron sitting on the chair. She removed her hands from Seifer and stood up. She looked down at Seifer. "Quistis gave all her strenght to bring you here Seifer and you don't even thank her for it!" She clenched her fists at her sides.
Seifer turned away from her, keeping his arms folded. He kept his mouth shut.
Edea sighed. "You're acting like children! It's bad enough that I had to put up with your bickering over small little things when you were children and I don't want to put up with it again!" She looked at both blondes. "I will go talk to Cid about admitting you back to Garden Seifer."
Seifer lifted up his hands in front of him, his palms facing away from him. "Woah! Woah! Who said anything about me going back to Garden?"
The dark haired woman looked down. "Isn't that the reason why you're here in the first place?"
He didn't answer. Is that the reason? He wasn't sure of it himself. Giving no answer, he turned away and placed his eyes upon the window. The sun moved higher over their heads, shining brightly around the shadowed room. The golden rays touched his honey tresses, mimicking the colour of the strands on his head. He blocked the sunlight with his hand and pursed his lips together, unsure what to say.
"I'll be back as soon as I get an answer," Edea spoke up after a minute of silence. She turned around and walked out of the room, without another word.
When the dark haired woman was gone, Quistis looked down on the still form of Seifer Almasy. He had a frown on his face, watching as the sun appeared over the horizon and shining his hair even brighter. She sat down on the bed and, to Seifer's surprise, placed the back of her hand on his forehead.
Seifer slapped her hand away and sneered at her. "What the hell are you doing?!" he hissed.
The blond woman looked at her, astonished by his bitter tone. "I'm checking your temperature," she replied coolly.
"Well, don't you have a thermometer for that?" He moved an inch away from her and protectively covered his bare chest with the blanket.
Quistis shook her head. "Some thermometers are inaccurate and the best way to check is to feel the person's forehead." She lifted up her hand, waiting for Seifer to let her feel his forehead.
Seifer smirked and nodded, telling her it was all right now. "You sound like a dictionary," he commented.
The blond woman moved closer and placed her hand back on his head. "A dictionary who saved your life," she replied. She felt a burning sensation on his forehead and that's when she knew it was time. She removed her hand from him and glanced at her watch. "You're burning up again, it's time for your medicine." She stood up and walked over to her desk where the small bottle and a spoon waited for her.
His eyes glowed. Waving his hands, he shook his head in defiance. "A medicine? Hell no!"
Ignoring his protests, Quistis opened the bottle, picked it up, picked up the spoon and poured the content in the spoon. Slowly, she walked over to the bed. "You need to take this every eight hours." Seifer was about to protest when she shoved the spoon into Seifer's mouth. She took out the spoon from his mouth and put the spoon back on the tray, then closed the bottle's lid tightly. She turned around and watched him trying to swallow the medicine down.
It was about a minute until Seifer finally swallowed the whole liquid. He grimaced as the taste made contact with his taste bud and wiped his mouth with his arm. He looked up and glared at the grinning Quistis. "You bitch!" He gagged and clawed at his tongue, thinking it was the only way to get the taste out.
"What a baby," she murmured. Quistis rolled her eyes and reached over to her desk to pick up the apple laying near her books. The apple was going to be her breakfast before she left for her class, but... She handed the apple to Seifer. She wasn't all that hungry anyway. "Here eat this. It'll take the taste away from your mouth."
Seifer grabbed the apple from her hand and desperately and hungrily ate the apple with one bite. After he was finished, he tossed the apple core on the bed and glared up at the blond again. "You should've warned me it would taste like poison!"
"If I did, then you wouldn't have taken it," she retorted. She glanced at her watch. "Well, I have class right now, so I'll just be heading." She picked up all her important books and paper from the desk and turned to leave, when Seifer's tired voice stopped her.
"Instructor," he called.
Quistis turned around to face him. She shook her head. "Don't call me that. I'm not your Instructor anymore, Call me Quistis."
Seifer winced. He feels awkward calling her by her first name. He's always been used to calling her Instructor and nothing more. He opened his mouth to speak. "Q- Trepe," he said.
Quistis rolled her eyes. "Well, that's an improvement. Add 'wistis' and you got my name right."
"Does that mean you've forgiven me? I mean you did bring me all the way here...." He paused. What the hell is he doing asking this pathetic question. He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
Quistis was taken aback. Seifer? Nervous? Since when? She put on her best Instructor posture and looked at him. "I wouldn't say I forgive you, Seifer and if I said it I would be lying to you. For now, I'll tolerate your presence, but I can't accept it." She turned and leave, closing the door behind her, leaving him baffled.
Snorting, Seifer turned his head towards the window and thought about what she said. She was right after all. Why should she forgive him? After all, he did almost kill everyone in Garden. The words that came from her lips stung him and cut him into millions of pieces knowing deep down inside that it was the truth. He looked out the window and noticed the sun greeted him with another kiss on the face. He took a deep breath, taking in the wonderful feeling of the warm sun and closed his eyes to sleep.
GoodGurl: Like ouch! Quistis is so mean, but she does hate him tho after what he did. Who wouldn't hate him for that? Make no mistake tho, I love Seifer. He's an awesome and *sigh!* I loved his smile at the end. Anyway, what'd you guys think? Please r/r!