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Chapter 10 - Lost Souls
~ It seems, everyday, no one cared where she was. No one cared where she'll be. Maybe they wouldn't even care if she was missing or whether she had died. Until her last breath, she knew no one would care at all.
~ He wanted to call to someone, just for someone to save him from this torture, from this suffering, yet no one cared. No one came to him. No one reached out their hands to him so he could be saved from the torment.
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Paper glued itself on her face from the saliva that fell from the corner of her mouth (very attractive indeed) and opened books were scattered on the table in front of her. She jerked her head up suddenly, looking around, her eyes just adjusting to the darkness and the slight glow of the lamp beside her. Slowly wiping the drool from her face with the back of her hand, she gathered her important papers that needed to be marked by tomorrow in her arms and the books she needed and stood up. She looked at her watch and gasped when she realized what time it was. She reached for the switch on the lamp and turned it off tiredly, then stalked out of the classroom, locking the door behind her.
The moon peeked heavily from the glass ceiling, welcoming her with its light as she walked down the hall. Everyone had obviously gone to sleep and Quistis Trepe was the only one still awake. She was pass curfew, but she didn't care. This was her usual routine and no one cared. The students knew who's shoes would be tapping on the hallway in the middle of the night.
It seems, everyday, no one cared where she was. No one cared where she'll be. Maybe they wouldn't even care if she was missing or whether she had died. Until her last breath, she knew no one would care at all.
She thought about the two popular couples of Balamb. It hurt when she saw Squall and Rinoa declared their love for each other just a few hours ago. She decided that if she were to avoid them, she would have to stay up the whole night until they went to sleep. She took a sharp turn to the right, where the direction of her dorm would be and walked her normal pace, calm and collected.
She passed the library, some dorm rooms, then the infirmary. She was startled to see someone sitting up on the bed and as she looked closely, she realized that the person sitting there and the one staring at absolutely nothing, was Seifer Almasy himself. She didn't know why she bothered to go inside, but her curiosity got the best of her. When she stepped in the room, she found him taking off the ivy out, practically yanking it from his skin.
"What are you doing, Seifer?" She watched him take the last ivy from his arm. Quistis walked up to him, placing a hand on Seifer's bare shoulder. The blond man looked at her, glaring at her with his icy stare, then slapped her hand away from him.
"It's none of your business, Trepe!" he growled. He stood up, walking pass her, but a hand abruptly stopped him on his tracks.
"You can't go out on your condition," Quistis spoke softly, never removing her hand from his shoulder.
Seifer closed his eyes in irritation. He glanced over his shoulder, the scorn never leaving his tired eyes. He could feel his whole body burning and he knew that Quistis was right after all, but he wasn't about to let one thing ruin his plans of getting away. "There's no other reason for me to stay here, Trepe. This is the last place I want to be in." He slapped her hand once again, away from his shoulder and walked over to the chair where he spotted his black shirt and his trenchcoat folded neatly in one pile, the shirt on top of the coat. He picked up his black shirt and put it on quickly, his eyes still hazy from fatigue. His hair was disheveled, yet it still held the golden colour that mimicked the blond woman standing behind him. He still had a pounding headache that banged severely inside his brain and it seems he was ready to gag at that moment.
'You and me both,' the blond woman thought. "Seifer," she called, when she noticed him walking out of the room. The door flew open as Seifer stepped out. Quistis followed, running in front of him to prevent the blond man from going anywhere. "Didn't you say you were going to stay here until you got better?"
Seifer gritted his teeth, glaring at her. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way!" he shouted. He wanted to push her, but he was too weak and his eyes couldn't concentrate on where he was going. Neverthless, he wanted to leave the only place that brought him nightmares.
Quistis did not budge. She stayed in her spot, planting both her fists on her waists. She stood there, defiantly. "Where are you going to stay? You're unarmed and once you get out there in the field again, you could get easily killed by the monsters."
The blond did not answer. He began to walk pass her, but once again, Quistis stepped in his way, watching him with an intention to annoy him. He clenched his fists in anger. "I said...." Suddenly, a pounding headache pained him. He closed his eyes and was about to fall forward. With his last strenght, he held his balance and stood there, masking the pain in his eyes. "I don't need your sympathy!"
Quistis watched him. She knew what had happened just a second ago and she wasn't about to let him pass. She shook her head. "It's not sympathy Seifer. You need help."
"I don't need you or anyone else's help! Now get out of my way!" He pushed her roughly, but not enough to force her to stumble backwards. She held her feet on the ground.
"Seifer, stop being stubborn and listen to me!" Quistis spat, placing her hands on his shoulders to keep him from going anywhere.
He smirked, not the usual smirk he was renowned for. The kind of smirk was forced, not really meant to be there. He tried to use his body to push her away, but, surprisingly, she managed to keep him still. She was, to his shock, very strong.
"I don't have to listen to you!" Seifer yelled. Before he could move away, he felt a blow to his face. He saw nothing but blackness, before the tall, blond man finally fell unconscious on the floor.
Quistis shook her wrists, grimacing in pain. She had no idea, Seifer's face was so hard to hit. "Dammit! No wonder you couldn't be beaten by Squall," she murmured, looking down on the body. If the blond man was back to his original state, she wouldn't had the chance to hit him at all. He was an expert in deed for avoiding hits and she knew that. After all, she did teach him. The only advantage of him being hit to the floor just now was his fever. His sickness made him slow and weak to respone quickly to the blow that he didn't get a chance to get away.
She had no other choice then.
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Blood dripped from his fingers, like running water. The red substance oozed from his hands and fell on the neatly, cemented floor that was now covered with death. He could hear the screams around him, of men, women and children. They plagued his every thought, his every breath and his every waking moment. It followed him around like a shadow, this nightmare, this hell. It never left him.
He wanted to call to someone, just for someone to save him from this torture, from this suffering, yet no one cared. No one came to him. No one reached out their hands to him so he could be saved from the torment.
Instead of waiting, he let go of this hope and began to walk on his own. He was all alone. No one was there. No one was there to help him through this darkness that seized him from existing as a human being. No one would dare touch him. He was the black plague. He was the Angel of Death.
Then he saw her again. He saw her standing with her arms open wide for him to run to. He walked to her, his smile appearing on his face. She was the one to save him from this pain.
Suddenly, he paused. He could see something evil in those eyes. Her eyes were filled with a devious look. They litted with a bright glow that made his blood boil. He knew that look. He knew that glow.
He stopped on his tracks, then backed away from the feminine figure. Before he could turn and run, she was already in front of him, an evil grin on her face. She placed a hand on his shoulder and began to control his every thought and his every action, even his heart.
He screamed in pain. Yelling for her to stop, but it was to no avail. She kept doing what she was doing and entered his thoughts, entered his very soul that made him into a man, changing him into someone else he wasn't.
This was a creation of irony. She was the one to save him and she was the one to torture him.
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He opened his eyes, slowly. Groaning, he looked around the room he was in. A very familiar one at that. It was too dark to see, but that's when he knew he had come back to the infirmary. Cursing, he turned his head towards the very soul that was present in the dark. That same soul sat on a chair beside him, massaging his forehead with a wet cloth. He clasped a hand on his jaw and winced in pain.
"Damn it! Did you have to hit so hard?!" he hissed. He glared at her, but she only ignored his look and kept concentrating on the task at hand.
Quistis folded the cloth twice and rested it on his forehead. "I had no choice, Seifer. You were being stubborn, after all," she responded.
Seifer said nothing as he shivered from the cold that burned his body. He allowed Quistis to feel his forehead with her warm hand.
The blond woman shook her head. "This is the second time you tried to get away. Makes we wonder now why you came here in the first place." She looked at him, waiting for an answer, but all her gave her was a look that could have frozen Hyne's creation on fire.
Seifer said nothing. He really didn't feel like talking now. He felt dizzy and tired. He turned his head away from her, towards the window.
"I guess you're not ready...." She removed her hand from his and looked out the window. "You know, Seifer, you and me are almost the same." She didn't know why she was talking to him, but she figured he was the only one who was willing to listen, and the fact that he was too weak to argue. She wanted to talk to someone, even if it means talking to Seifer. She wanted to get all the feelings out. She's had it with all the secrets.
Seifer turned his head towards her. Was this Quistis Trepe talking to him? His curiosity was taking over him. He wanted to know what made her say that. What made him and her the same? Not counting the hair colour that is.
"We try so hard living easily in this world, yet it seems everyday, there's always difficulties facing us, keeping us from accomplishing what we dream of. We want to live what we dream about, yet it never comes true. We tend to percieve the perfect world, but it never comes." She turned away from him, ashamed of the trueness of her personality. It was too late to back out now. She had said too much. He had seen the true colours of Quistis Trepe.
Seifer, as usual, wanting to keep his reputation in check, folded his arms across his chest. Despite of his fever, he smirked, forcefully and looked at her as evil as he could. Yet, as he looked at her, he saw the sadness in her eyes. He saw the pain that she also had to endure. He realized he wasn't the only one suffering. She was being tormented by her own feelings. He was tormented by the feelings of someone else. It may not sound the same, but they were both suffering. He removed the smirk from his face and looked at her.
Quistis looked up. Their eyes meeting in an intense gaze.
Both had no idea what happened. They weren't sure whether the peace between them was actual peace between the feudeing duo or just something to silence them both from arguing. Whatever it was, one felt the pain from the other.
For the first time that night, they understood each other.
GoodGurl: Hi! Hi! Sorry for making you guys wait so long! I've been trying to hard to finish it, but I always end up stopping because of homework. Ack! I have a test coming up, so.... yeah............. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one! This one is probably the only second time it seems like a Queifer! This is where they FINALLY understood each other. None of that lovey dovey stuff! See ya! Please r/r! Thanx! ;)
Chapter 10 - Lost Souls
~ It seems, everyday, no one cared where she was. No one cared where she'll be. Maybe they wouldn't even care if she was missing or whether she had died. Until her last breath, she knew no one would care at all.
~ He wanted to call to someone, just for someone to save him from this torture, from this suffering, yet no one cared. No one came to him. No one reached out their hands to him so he could be saved from the torment.
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Paper glued itself on her face from the saliva that fell from the corner of her mouth (very attractive indeed) and opened books were scattered on the table in front of her. She jerked her head up suddenly, looking around, her eyes just adjusting to the darkness and the slight glow of the lamp beside her. Slowly wiping the drool from her face with the back of her hand, she gathered her important papers that needed to be marked by tomorrow in her arms and the books she needed and stood up. She looked at her watch and gasped when she realized what time it was. She reached for the switch on the lamp and turned it off tiredly, then stalked out of the classroom, locking the door behind her.
The moon peeked heavily from the glass ceiling, welcoming her with its light as she walked down the hall. Everyone had obviously gone to sleep and Quistis Trepe was the only one still awake. She was pass curfew, but she didn't care. This was her usual routine and no one cared. The students knew who's shoes would be tapping on the hallway in the middle of the night.
It seems, everyday, no one cared where she was. No one cared where she'll be. Maybe they wouldn't even care if she was missing or whether she had died. Until her last breath, she knew no one would care at all.
She thought about the two popular couples of Balamb. It hurt when she saw Squall and Rinoa declared their love for each other just a few hours ago. She decided that if she were to avoid them, she would have to stay up the whole night until they went to sleep. She took a sharp turn to the right, where the direction of her dorm would be and walked her normal pace, calm and collected.
She passed the library, some dorm rooms, then the infirmary. She was startled to see someone sitting up on the bed and as she looked closely, she realized that the person sitting there and the one staring at absolutely nothing, was Seifer Almasy himself. She didn't know why she bothered to go inside, but her curiosity got the best of her. When she stepped in the room, she found him taking off the ivy out, practically yanking it from his skin.
"What are you doing, Seifer?" She watched him take the last ivy from his arm. Quistis walked up to him, placing a hand on Seifer's bare shoulder. The blond man looked at her, glaring at her with his icy stare, then slapped her hand away from him.
"It's none of your business, Trepe!" he growled. He stood up, walking pass her, but a hand abruptly stopped him on his tracks.
"You can't go out on your condition," Quistis spoke softly, never removing her hand from his shoulder.
Seifer closed his eyes in irritation. He glanced over his shoulder, the scorn never leaving his tired eyes. He could feel his whole body burning and he knew that Quistis was right after all, but he wasn't about to let one thing ruin his plans of getting away. "There's no other reason for me to stay here, Trepe. This is the last place I want to be in." He slapped her hand once again, away from his shoulder and walked over to the chair where he spotted his black shirt and his trenchcoat folded neatly in one pile, the shirt on top of the coat. He picked up his black shirt and put it on quickly, his eyes still hazy from fatigue. His hair was disheveled, yet it still held the golden colour that mimicked the blond woman standing behind him. He still had a pounding headache that banged severely inside his brain and it seems he was ready to gag at that moment.
'You and me both,' the blond woman thought. "Seifer," she called, when she noticed him walking out of the room. The door flew open as Seifer stepped out. Quistis followed, running in front of him to prevent the blond man from going anywhere. "Didn't you say you were going to stay here until you got better?"
Seifer gritted his teeth, glaring at her. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way!" he shouted. He wanted to push her, but he was too weak and his eyes couldn't concentrate on where he was going. Neverthless, he wanted to leave the only place that brought him nightmares.
Quistis did not budge. She stayed in her spot, planting both her fists on her waists. She stood there, defiantly. "Where are you going to stay? You're unarmed and once you get out there in the field again, you could get easily killed by the monsters."
The blond did not answer. He began to walk pass her, but once again, Quistis stepped in his way, watching him with an intention to annoy him. He clenched his fists in anger. "I said...." Suddenly, a pounding headache pained him. He closed his eyes and was about to fall forward. With his last strenght, he held his balance and stood there, masking the pain in his eyes. "I don't need your sympathy!"
Quistis watched him. She knew what had happened just a second ago and she wasn't about to let him pass. She shook her head. "It's not sympathy Seifer. You need help."
"I don't need you or anyone else's help! Now get out of my way!" He pushed her roughly, but not enough to force her to stumble backwards. She held her feet on the ground.
"Seifer, stop being stubborn and listen to me!" Quistis spat, placing her hands on his shoulders to keep him from going anywhere.
He smirked, not the usual smirk he was renowned for. The kind of smirk was forced, not really meant to be there. He tried to use his body to push her away, but, surprisingly, she managed to keep him still. She was, to his shock, very strong.
"I don't have to listen to you!" Seifer yelled. Before he could move away, he felt a blow to his face. He saw nothing but blackness, before the tall, blond man finally fell unconscious on the floor.
Quistis shook her wrists, grimacing in pain. She had no idea, Seifer's face was so hard to hit. "Dammit! No wonder you couldn't be beaten by Squall," she murmured, looking down on the body. If the blond man was back to his original state, she wouldn't had the chance to hit him at all. He was an expert in deed for avoiding hits and she knew that. After all, she did teach him. The only advantage of him being hit to the floor just now was his fever. His sickness made him slow and weak to respone quickly to the blow that he didn't get a chance to get away.
She had no other choice then.
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Blood dripped from his fingers, like running water. The red substance oozed from his hands and fell on the neatly, cemented floor that was now covered with death. He could hear the screams around him, of men, women and children. They plagued his every thought, his every breath and his every waking moment. It followed him around like a shadow, this nightmare, this hell. It never left him.
He wanted to call to someone, just for someone to save him from this torture, from this suffering, yet no one cared. No one came to him. No one reached out their hands to him so he could be saved from the torment.
Instead of waiting, he let go of this hope and began to walk on his own. He was all alone. No one was there. No one was there to help him through this darkness that seized him from existing as a human being. No one would dare touch him. He was the black plague. He was the Angel of Death.
Then he saw her again. He saw her standing with her arms open wide for him to run to. He walked to her, his smile appearing on his face. She was the one to save him from this pain.
Suddenly, he paused. He could see something evil in those eyes. Her eyes were filled with a devious look. They litted with a bright glow that made his blood boil. He knew that look. He knew that glow.
He stopped on his tracks, then backed away from the feminine figure. Before he could turn and run, she was already in front of him, an evil grin on her face. She placed a hand on his shoulder and began to control his every thought and his every action, even his heart.
He screamed in pain. Yelling for her to stop, but it was to no avail. She kept doing what she was doing and entered his thoughts, entered his very soul that made him into a man, changing him into someone else he wasn't.
This was a creation of irony. She was the one to save him and she was the one to torture him.
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He opened his eyes, slowly. Groaning, he looked around the room he was in. A very familiar one at that. It was too dark to see, but that's when he knew he had come back to the infirmary. Cursing, he turned his head towards the very soul that was present in the dark. That same soul sat on a chair beside him, massaging his forehead with a wet cloth. He clasped a hand on his jaw and winced in pain.
"Damn it! Did you have to hit so hard?!" he hissed. He glared at her, but she only ignored his look and kept concentrating on the task at hand.
Quistis folded the cloth twice and rested it on his forehead. "I had no choice, Seifer. You were being stubborn, after all," she responded.
Seifer said nothing as he shivered from the cold that burned his body. He allowed Quistis to feel his forehead with her warm hand.
The blond woman shook her head. "This is the second time you tried to get away. Makes we wonder now why you came here in the first place." She looked at him, waiting for an answer, but all her gave her was a look that could have frozen Hyne's creation on fire.
Seifer said nothing. He really didn't feel like talking now. He felt dizzy and tired. He turned his head away from her, towards the window.
"I guess you're not ready...." She removed her hand from his and looked out the window. "You know, Seifer, you and me are almost the same." She didn't know why she was talking to him, but she figured he was the only one who was willing to listen, and the fact that he was too weak to argue. She wanted to talk to someone, even if it means talking to Seifer. She wanted to get all the feelings out. She's had it with all the secrets.
Seifer turned his head towards her. Was this Quistis Trepe talking to him? His curiosity was taking over him. He wanted to know what made her say that. What made him and her the same? Not counting the hair colour that is.
"We try so hard living easily in this world, yet it seems everyday, there's always difficulties facing us, keeping us from accomplishing what we dream of. We want to live what we dream about, yet it never comes true. We tend to percieve the perfect world, but it never comes." She turned away from him, ashamed of the trueness of her personality. It was too late to back out now. She had said too much. He had seen the true colours of Quistis Trepe.
Seifer, as usual, wanting to keep his reputation in check, folded his arms across his chest. Despite of his fever, he smirked, forcefully and looked at her as evil as he could. Yet, as he looked at her, he saw the sadness in her eyes. He saw the pain that she also had to endure. He realized he wasn't the only one suffering. She was being tormented by her own feelings. He was tormented by the feelings of someone else. It may not sound the same, but they were both suffering. He removed the smirk from his face and looked at her.
Quistis looked up. Their eyes meeting in an intense gaze.
Both had no idea what happened. They weren't sure whether the peace between them was actual peace between the feudeing duo or just something to silence them both from arguing. Whatever it was, one felt the pain from the other.
For the first time that night, they understood each other.
GoodGurl: Hi! Hi! Sorry for making you guys wait so long! I've been trying to hard to finish it, but I always end up stopping because of homework. Ack! I have a test coming up, so.... yeah............. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one! This one is probably the only second time it seems like a Queifer! This is where they FINALLY understood each other. None of that lovey dovey stuff! See ya! Please r/r! Thanx! ;)