Note: Hi everyone! Sorry for the long wait! Stupid computer of mine wouldn't let me inside fanfiction. Anyway, here is another chapter that you've all been waiting for and yes, this is a Queifer indeed!
Chapter 13 - Reverse
~ When you want to live so much, you feel like you're cheating death and for Quistis, it was just avoiding it.
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He opened his eyes tiredly. Something warm touched his forehead. A light glared brightly at him, forcing him to put a hand over his eyes to block the light. Dark hair seemed to peer down on him, yet he could not quite catch what it was. Slowly, he opened his eyes fully to see a familiar woman with long dark hair, wearing a lab coat.
"Good morning, Seifer. I thought you would never get better," the woman spoke. "Surprisingly, it's only been two days. Your body is a strong one, Seifer. Edea and I were greatly pleased at the improvement."
The blond slowly sat up from bed and looked around. The only other person present was the beloved Matron, standing and smiling at him in relief to see his energy back again. Although he has been awake all this time, he felt he was sleeping. It was odd getting a fever and not remember awake at all.
"How...? How long has it been now?" Seifer asked, groggily. He was still trying to get used to talking normally after being tired all the time. He turned his whole body around and placed his feet on the floor. He removed the ivy himself from his wrist, ignoring Dr. Kadowaki's pleas and stood up. He has never felt so better in all the hours he's been stuck laying in bed.
Matron walked up to him, finally having to look up to him for the first time since he was found and smiled. "Your fever only lasted two days. Well, I'm not surprised, really. You always had a strong body, Seifer, ever since you were only six years old." She did not want to say much about how Quistis usually was the person who took care of him and nursed him back to health. She had a feeling Seifer would find it offensive. Quistis had the record of nursing people from their fever for two days. At times, she thought she would become a Doctor, but she guessed wrong.
It was only last night that someone came into his room and nursed him, despite the fact that he had to be punched in the nose in order to get it. He was being stubborn, of course, but, for some reason, he felt good staying in bed all night with 'her' staying by his side. Seifer nodded. "Yeah, that's great." He wanted to jump up and yell out how happy he was, yet there was something inside of him that felt strange- empty . Ever since he arrived, almost dying from the cold, he wished nothing but to leave Garden before he could get caught. Now... he felt there was something stopping him and he hadn't the slightest clue. Right now, he didn't care as he walked pass Matron and grabbed his jacket folded neatly on a chair. "I'll see you around, Matron." He put his trenchcoat on quickly, saluted Matron and walked out of the room.
"Seifer!" Matron called. She glanced at Dr. Kadowaki, before running after Seifer. The dark haired woman was lucky enough to catch up to him, avoiding the angry stares of students in the hallway. "Seifer, where in heaven's name are you going?" She stepped up in front of him, to prevent the blond from going anywhere. When he decided to pass her without an answer, Matron would block his way over and over again.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he sucked in a breath and, trying to calm himself down and not yell at the only person who's ever cared for him, looked at her straight in the eyes and shook his head. "I already told you that in the beginning, Matron.... once I felt better, I would leave."
Matron placed a hand on his arm and frowned. "Where will you go?"
Seifer shrugged. "I don't know- anywhere, but this place!" He walked pass her, this time, not with the interruptions of Matron. He did not pay enough attention, however on where he was going, when he collided with someone. All he could pay attention to were papers flying all over the place, landing on the ground with a slow, wave-like motion. His hands were wrapped around someone and it took him a minute to finally see who it was after all the papers were thrown on the ground. He was staring straight into a pair of blue eyes and one arm was wrapped around her waist (the arm to which were needed to keep the person steady). "Trepe-" he whispered. He stared into those eyes. Eyes that were staring back at him in the same reaction.
Quistis felt her cheeks getting warm. Why is she feeling this way? Is she really that desperate for love that even Seifer Almasy affected her? "Seifer..." She cleared her throat and moved away from him, then kneeled down on the floor to pick up the scattered test papers. With those same papers, she stuffed them quickly inside her bag, avoiding eye contact with Seifer. If she looked into those eyes again, she'll never be able to let go. Why all this feeling? Was it the talk last night? It was nothing, really.... It didn't mean anything, that's all!
Seifer watched her. He was still too shocked to see her since that night. The tears that once escaped those same eyes, never again appeared from the barrier that kept her feelings locked inside. There was no blaming her.... she has been in turmoil as he. "Here, let me help you with that." He kneeled down beside her and picked up the remaining sheets of paper. He wished he could see those tears again so he could catch them in his fingers. And where is that smile she promised to show? Mentally, he kicked the thoughts away and scowled at himself in his head. This stupid feeling was turning him into a... a... what was that word? 'Oh, forget it!' he thought. He glanced behind him. Matron was nowhere in sight.
"It's been nice knowing you, Trepe!" he spoke. He handed the paper roughly in her arms and stood up. Without another word, he turned and walked away.
"Thank you..." she murmured, watching him walk away. He was back to his old ways, now that he was feeling better. She wished he would stay so she could learn more about him, but it was pointless now. There was no changing the ever-so arrogant Seifer Almasy. 'Wait.... he doesn't have a weapon!' she thought. She stood up quickly, the papers stacked in her arms and ran after him.
"Seifer, wait!" Damn him for making her feel this way! She was supposed to be an Instructor, not a love-sick fool! 'Fuck this feeling!' she thought.
He was just walking out of the entrance, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, Seifer furrowed his eyebrows at the same blue eyes. "What do you want, Trepe?!" he hissed, folding his arms across his chest.
Quistis took a deep breath and gazed into his eyes. "Are you walking out of here without a weapon?"
"You know, I am sick and tired of you and Matron babying me all the time!" He threw his hands in the air in frustration and pivoted around. He glanced over his shoulder and glared at the blond woman. "I can handle it, all right? I can handle any damn monster that gets in my way... WITH OR WITHOUT MY WEAPON!" For that, he walked out of Garden.
Quistis couldn't have this. She watched him pass the guards and out the gates he went, without another glance towards her. She decided to keep a close eye on him. Quistis took a step forward, when, out of the blue, a loud, screeching voice startled her from her thoughts.
"Hey, Quisty!" a female voice called from behind. Quistis turned and noticed Squall and Rinoa walking towards her. Rolling her eyes, she thought how the two can stand being with each other all the time.... literally with each other! She can see the linking arms and the steps they took at the exact same time. To her, it was downright creepy, but she couldn't blame them. They were in love and she has never felt jealous in all her life. How they ended up finding her, she may never understand. It was as if they always monitor her to keep her in check!
"Hey, Quistis... what are you doing out here?" Squall asked, almost too suspiciously.
Quistis shrugged, adjusting the papers in her arms, which were on the verge of falling. Rinoa noticed this and immediately came to her aid, grabbing the papers almost ready to fall to the bottom. The blond woman gave her a genuine smile. What is she suppose to say? "Um... well... I was just walking around when a student accidentally bumped into me out here and dropped all the papers."
Rinoa's face grew serious. "The nerve of that student! Why didn't he/she help you?!"
The blond woman couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, that's all right, Rin. It's fine now. Can you do me a favor though?" She looked at Rinoa.
Rinoa nodded. "Sure thing, Quisty! What is it?"
"Can you hold on to my things first? I dropped something near the gate, which I think is a very important item so..."
Rinoa nodded. "Sure, I'll hold your things for you!" She took the papers from Quistis and the bag and slung the bag on her shoulders. Squall watched in quick suspicions. Quistis must have noticed his doubts when he heard her talk to him.
Quistis frowned. "You don't have to be suspicious of me, Squall. There's nothing to be suspicious about..." His trust on her was slowly fading away, as she could see the way he acted. She gave the two one last look, before walking out of Garden, unknown to them of her purpose.
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She had found him, struggling to free himself from an Octopai's (which I made up, 'cause I don't remember all the enemy's names) grasp. It was squeezing the life out of him. He looked so helpless without a weapon. Shocked, she ran to him and quickly took out her weapon from its sheath. She struck the monster with one blow, before it finally let go of Seifer and began to charge towards her. Seifer fell on the floor, coughing, trying to bring back the air in his lungs.
Quistis watched the monster move quickly and with one swift motion, she dodged the flying tentacles it attempted towards her and whipped her Save The Queen from behind. The Octopai quickly got up, gnashing its razor sharp claws before it charged towards her. Easily, Quistis dodged that attack as well, casting bio on the Octopai and the eight tentacled monster finally gave up and escaped the anger that was Quistis Trepe.
"You sure can handle it well," Quistis spoke, with a touch of sarcasm and anger mixed inside her. Seifer stood up, then looked at her with an extreme scowl that burned through her head. He turned around and began to walk away, without a word of gratitude towards the blond woman. Quistis frowned and caught up to him by the time he was able to make it a few yards away from Garden. She stepped in front of him, blocking his way and looked up at him in frustration. "You know, I'm sick and tired of your attitude! It was better off that you were sick, because you were nicer and calmer!"
"Why do you even bother to care?!" he fired back at her. "It wasn't like we were friends or anything!" He didn't need anyone's help! He didn't ask for it!
"Seifer, you're still recovering from your fever, plus you don't have a weapon," Quistis replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. She returned her whip back in its sheath and looked up at him and was surprised to see him walking away. The man was being so stubborn!
Both of them were being stubborn.
The blond woman frowned. "Where are you planning on going? Are you planning on killing yourself? Life is too precious to waste, Seifer." She caught up to him again, walking only a few centimetres behind him.
Seifer paused, then looked over his shoulder. This woman was not giving up, he thought. "I don't have a life precious than death, so I might as well waste it." He began to walk away, with a feeling of wanting to take Quistis in his arms and kiss her passionately. 'Curse this stupid feeling!' he thought.
"I will have to keep a close eye on you," came Quistis' voice from behind.
Seifer rolled his eyes. "Fine.... whatever you want to do 'O Mighty Ice Queen,' just as long as you shut up so I can think straight without you having to patronize me!"
"I'm glad I don't have the tendency to kill you right now," she whispered. She was too hurt from his words to answer quite gruffly. 'I shouldn't be hurt,' she told herself in her head. After all, she was Quistis Trepe. Everyone percieves her to be the 'Ice Queen,' so what's the harm in believing she was? Something hard hit her heart, something more than just being hurt. Her heart had been tragically stabbed many times by the one man she wished had never said that.
He was too busy to even notice the quietness of her voice as they entered the darkness of Balamb forest. It was far too easy to be caught in the open plains by anonymous strangers that were out to kill him. Then again, he was chased down in the forest by hungry hunters wanting to have his head at night. Those memories flooded back in his mind, but shook them away quickly, since the presence of Quistis Trepe made him feel brave in some way. He snorted quietly. 'I don't need her to be my protector!' he yelled in his head. He walked deeper, his pace going faster a little, hoping to lose Quistis. Yet, as he looked over his shoulder, there she was, trailing behind. Frowning, he turned his attention back on the path that he remembered was the easiest path to take.
Soon, it was dark out. The night had crawled from its shell, taking over the position of the sun. Moon became the brightest light over their heads.
"Seifer, what are you looking for, anyway?" Quistis asked.
"Trepe, whining is so unbecoming." Seifer glanced over his shoulder and looked at her, scowling. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm looking for Hyperion."
Hyperion was his only best friend, Quistis acknowledged in her head. "I see. Do you remember exactly where you last left it?"
"How am I suppose to remember it? I was halfway dead by then!" Seifer retorted.
They have been walking for hours now. It was approximately six o'clock in the evening, Seifer could tell, since the moon was the brightest at that time. He was getting tired and hungry. Seifer looked over his shoulder and noticed that Quistis was slowing down a little. Seifer glanced at her curiously, before realizing that something ahead of him was growling. Something large and hungry for human flesh.
By the time he had the chance to defend himself, a pair of hands pushed him off the ground, shoving him unto the ground with imaginable force. He cursed in pain as his shoulder made contact with the ground instead of his hand. He could hear noises in the background and as he turned to see what it was, a flash of light blinded his eyes. He covered his eyes with his hands and cursed some more obscene words to get his anger out. It was only in seconds did he finally see the light fading away. It was only seconds did he finally see Quistis standing there awkwardly, her back facing him. Seifer stood up and glared at the back of her head.
"What the hell is the big idea saving my life when I could have dodged that attack?! You know, Trepe, I don't know why I didn't kill you before when I had the chance!" He looked at her, keeping his face as angry as he wished.
Quistis slowly turned around, rather awkwardly, her face looking pale as a ghost. Her eyes were half closed and her honey tresses began to lose its colour so quickly. "Shut up, Seifer..." she mumbled, before falling on the ground, unconscious.
Seifer's eyes widened. At that moment, he regretted the things he just said earlier. He ran to her, lifting her head up in his arms and examining her face, before shaking her and calling her name. "Quistis? Quistis!"
Quistis opened her eyes slightly. "I said..." She paused, her eyes closing again.
He noticed blood pouring out from a large gash just below her shoulder blade. Turning her over slowly, he saw a large, sharp-wood pierced deep from behind her back that went through her shoulder. In fear for her life, even though he had no answer on why, he lifted Quistis up in his arms and carried her to the direction where they entered the forest. He should be familiar with the surroundings by now, but Quistis was losing a lot of blood and it would be daylight by the time they get back to Garden.
"You just have to act like a hero, don't you? Just like Puberty-boy," Seifer spoke softly, towards the limp form of the blond woman in his arms. He stared at her, wondering how a beauty like Quistis Trepe could still be single. "Must be your stubborn attitude then," he continued, speaking as if Quistis was listening.
Quistis opened her eyes slightly, seeing only the blurred image of Seifer. She was sure Seifer was talking to her, but she couldn't understand what he was saying. A pain surged through her body and she moaned in response.
Seifer sighed. He knew of a place where they could stay for the night. He stayed there once too, when he needed to hide from the men and women who were after him. Hopefully, he still remembers the exact location of that cave. "We're almost there," Seifer said, adjusting Quistis in his arms.
The blond woman did not respond.
Seifer glanced at her and shook her gently. Quistis' eyes opened wide. "Don't you go dying on me. I'll be charged by Squall Leonhart by murdering you. I could even be hunted down by the SeeDs."
"You...(gasp) really...(gasp)... think..."
Seifer shook his head. "Hey, don't talk, will ya? You of all people should know to never talk when you're injured. You taught me that, Trepe."
"You still remember?" Quistis spoke, trying to catch up with her breathing.
"Hell yeah! I don't have a bad memory, you know? I still remember all the boring stuff you taught me, even when Edea took me in."
Quistis smiled. She couldn't believe Seifer still remembered, after all these months, the lessons she taught when he was her student. She forced her eyes to open wide, but they would keep closing. She was tired. She was too tired to speak, too tired to breath and too tired of everything. She had to admit, dying wasn't that bad either. She felt peace somehow. Now she knew how Seifer feels about dying. When you want to live so much, you feel like you're cheating death and for Quistis, it was just avoiding it.
GoodGurl: URCK! Stupid computer of mine wouldn't let me in Fanfiction so... I had to wait until I had co-operation from my computer. WARNING: NEVER EVER GET XP! IT SUCKS! I MEAN IT SUCKS! NO OFFENSE TO THOSE WHO REALLY LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 13 - Reverse
~ When you want to live so much, you feel like you're cheating death and for Quistis, it was just avoiding it.
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He opened his eyes tiredly. Something warm touched his forehead. A light glared brightly at him, forcing him to put a hand over his eyes to block the light. Dark hair seemed to peer down on him, yet he could not quite catch what it was. Slowly, he opened his eyes fully to see a familiar woman with long dark hair, wearing a lab coat.
"Good morning, Seifer. I thought you would never get better," the woman spoke. "Surprisingly, it's only been two days. Your body is a strong one, Seifer. Edea and I were greatly pleased at the improvement."
The blond slowly sat up from bed and looked around. The only other person present was the beloved Matron, standing and smiling at him in relief to see his energy back again. Although he has been awake all this time, he felt he was sleeping. It was odd getting a fever and not remember awake at all.
"How...? How long has it been now?" Seifer asked, groggily. He was still trying to get used to talking normally after being tired all the time. He turned his whole body around and placed his feet on the floor. He removed the ivy himself from his wrist, ignoring Dr. Kadowaki's pleas and stood up. He has never felt so better in all the hours he's been stuck laying in bed.
Matron walked up to him, finally having to look up to him for the first time since he was found and smiled. "Your fever only lasted two days. Well, I'm not surprised, really. You always had a strong body, Seifer, ever since you were only six years old." She did not want to say much about how Quistis usually was the person who took care of him and nursed him back to health. She had a feeling Seifer would find it offensive. Quistis had the record of nursing people from their fever for two days. At times, she thought she would become a Doctor, but she guessed wrong.
It was only last night that someone came into his room and nursed him, despite the fact that he had to be punched in the nose in order to get it. He was being stubborn, of course, but, for some reason, he felt good staying in bed all night with 'her' staying by his side. Seifer nodded. "Yeah, that's great." He wanted to jump up and yell out how happy he was, yet there was something inside of him that felt strange- empty . Ever since he arrived, almost dying from the cold, he wished nothing but to leave Garden before he could get caught. Now... he felt there was something stopping him and he hadn't the slightest clue. Right now, he didn't care as he walked pass Matron and grabbed his jacket folded neatly on a chair. "I'll see you around, Matron." He put his trenchcoat on quickly, saluted Matron and walked out of the room.
"Seifer!" Matron called. She glanced at Dr. Kadowaki, before running after Seifer. The dark haired woman was lucky enough to catch up to him, avoiding the angry stares of students in the hallway. "Seifer, where in heaven's name are you going?" She stepped up in front of him, to prevent the blond from going anywhere. When he decided to pass her without an answer, Matron would block his way over and over again.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he sucked in a breath and, trying to calm himself down and not yell at the only person who's ever cared for him, looked at her straight in the eyes and shook his head. "I already told you that in the beginning, Matron.... once I felt better, I would leave."
Matron placed a hand on his arm and frowned. "Where will you go?"
Seifer shrugged. "I don't know- anywhere, but this place!" He walked pass her, this time, not with the interruptions of Matron. He did not pay enough attention, however on where he was going, when he collided with someone. All he could pay attention to were papers flying all over the place, landing on the ground with a slow, wave-like motion. His hands were wrapped around someone and it took him a minute to finally see who it was after all the papers were thrown on the ground. He was staring straight into a pair of blue eyes and one arm was wrapped around her waist (the arm to which were needed to keep the person steady). "Trepe-" he whispered. He stared into those eyes. Eyes that were staring back at him in the same reaction.
Quistis felt her cheeks getting warm. Why is she feeling this way? Is she really that desperate for love that even Seifer Almasy affected her? "Seifer..." She cleared her throat and moved away from him, then kneeled down on the floor to pick up the scattered test papers. With those same papers, she stuffed them quickly inside her bag, avoiding eye contact with Seifer. If she looked into those eyes again, she'll never be able to let go. Why all this feeling? Was it the talk last night? It was nothing, really.... It didn't mean anything, that's all!
Seifer watched her. He was still too shocked to see her since that night. The tears that once escaped those same eyes, never again appeared from the barrier that kept her feelings locked inside. There was no blaming her.... she has been in turmoil as he. "Here, let me help you with that." He kneeled down beside her and picked up the remaining sheets of paper. He wished he could see those tears again so he could catch them in his fingers. And where is that smile she promised to show? Mentally, he kicked the thoughts away and scowled at himself in his head. This stupid feeling was turning him into a... a... what was that word? 'Oh, forget it!' he thought. He glanced behind him. Matron was nowhere in sight.
"It's been nice knowing you, Trepe!" he spoke. He handed the paper roughly in her arms and stood up. Without another word, he turned and walked away.
"Thank you..." she murmured, watching him walk away. He was back to his old ways, now that he was feeling better. She wished he would stay so she could learn more about him, but it was pointless now. There was no changing the ever-so arrogant Seifer Almasy. 'Wait.... he doesn't have a weapon!' she thought. She stood up quickly, the papers stacked in her arms and ran after him.
"Seifer, wait!" Damn him for making her feel this way! She was supposed to be an Instructor, not a love-sick fool! 'Fuck this feeling!' she thought.
He was just walking out of the entrance, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, Seifer furrowed his eyebrows at the same blue eyes. "What do you want, Trepe?!" he hissed, folding his arms across his chest.
Quistis took a deep breath and gazed into his eyes. "Are you walking out of here without a weapon?"
"You know, I am sick and tired of you and Matron babying me all the time!" He threw his hands in the air in frustration and pivoted around. He glanced over his shoulder and glared at the blond woman. "I can handle it, all right? I can handle any damn monster that gets in my way... WITH OR WITHOUT MY WEAPON!" For that, he walked out of Garden.
Quistis couldn't have this. She watched him pass the guards and out the gates he went, without another glance towards her. She decided to keep a close eye on him. Quistis took a step forward, when, out of the blue, a loud, screeching voice startled her from her thoughts.
"Hey, Quisty!" a female voice called from behind. Quistis turned and noticed Squall and Rinoa walking towards her. Rolling her eyes, she thought how the two can stand being with each other all the time.... literally with each other! She can see the linking arms and the steps they took at the exact same time. To her, it was downright creepy, but she couldn't blame them. They were in love and she has never felt jealous in all her life. How they ended up finding her, she may never understand. It was as if they always monitor her to keep her in check!
"Hey, Quistis... what are you doing out here?" Squall asked, almost too suspiciously.
Quistis shrugged, adjusting the papers in her arms, which were on the verge of falling. Rinoa noticed this and immediately came to her aid, grabbing the papers almost ready to fall to the bottom. The blond woman gave her a genuine smile. What is she suppose to say? "Um... well... I was just walking around when a student accidentally bumped into me out here and dropped all the papers."
Rinoa's face grew serious. "The nerve of that student! Why didn't he/she help you?!"
The blond woman couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, that's all right, Rin. It's fine now. Can you do me a favor though?" She looked at Rinoa.
Rinoa nodded. "Sure thing, Quisty! What is it?"
"Can you hold on to my things first? I dropped something near the gate, which I think is a very important item so..."
Rinoa nodded. "Sure, I'll hold your things for you!" She took the papers from Quistis and the bag and slung the bag on her shoulders. Squall watched in quick suspicions. Quistis must have noticed his doubts when he heard her talk to him.
Quistis frowned. "You don't have to be suspicious of me, Squall. There's nothing to be suspicious about..." His trust on her was slowly fading away, as she could see the way he acted. She gave the two one last look, before walking out of Garden, unknown to them of her purpose.
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She had found him, struggling to free himself from an Octopai's (which I made up, 'cause I don't remember all the enemy's names) grasp. It was squeezing the life out of him. He looked so helpless without a weapon. Shocked, she ran to him and quickly took out her weapon from its sheath. She struck the monster with one blow, before it finally let go of Seifer and began to charge towards her. Seifer fell on the floor, coughing, trying to bring back the air in his lungs.
Quistis watched the monster move quickly and with one swift motion, she dodged the flying tentacles it attempted towards her and whipped her Save The Queen from behind. The Octopai quickly got up, gnashing its razor sharp claws before it charged towards her. Easily, Quistis dodged that attack as well, casting bio on the Octopai and the eight tentacled monster finally gave up and escaped the anger that was Quistis Trepe.
"You sure can handle it well," Quistis spoke, with a touch of sarcasm and anger mixed inside her. Seifer stood up, then looked at her with an extreme scowl that burned through her head. He turned around and began to walk away, without a word of gratitude towards the blond woman. Quistis frowned and caught up to him by the time he was able to make it a few yards away from Garden. She stepped in front of him, blocking his way and looked up at him in frustration. "You know, I'm sick and tired of your attitude! It was better off that you were sick, because you were nicer and calmer!"
"Why do you even bother to care?!" he fired back at her. "It wasn't like we were friends or anything!" He didn't need anyone's help! He didn't ask for it!
"Seifer, you're still recovering from your fever, plus you don't have a weapon," Quistis replied, trying to sound as calm as possible. She returned her whip back in its sheath and looked up at him and was surprised to see him walking away. The man was being so stubborn!
Both of them were being stubborn.
The blond woman frowned. "Where are you planning on going? Are you planning on killing yourself? Life is too precious to waste, Seifer." She caught up to him again, walking only a few centimetres behind him.
Seifer paused, then looked over his shoulder. This woman was not giving up, he thought. "I don't have a life precious than death, so I might as well waste it." He began to walk away, with a feeling of wanting to take Quistis in his arms and kiss her passionately. 'Curse this stupid feeling!' he thought.
"I will have to keep a close eye on you," came Quistis' voice from behind.
Seifer rolled his eyes. "Fine.... whatever you want to do 'O Mighty Ice Queen,' just as long as you shut up so I can think straight without you having to patronize me!"
"I'm glad I don't have the tendency to kill you right now," she whispered. She was too hurt from his words to answer quite gruffly. 'I shouldn't be hurt,' she told herself in her head. After all, she was Quistis Trepe. Everyone percieves her to be the 'Ice Queen,' so what's the harm in believing she was? Something hard hit her heart, something more than just being hurt. Her heart had been tragically stabbed many times by the one man she wished had never said that.
He was too busy to even notice the quietness of her voice as they entered the darkness of Balamb forest. It was far too easy to be caught in the open plains by anonymous strangers that were out to kill him. Then again, he was chased down in the forest by hungry hunters wanting to have his head at night. Those memories flooded back in his mind, but shook them away quickly, since the presence of Quistis Trepe made him feel brave in some way. He snorted quietly. 'I don't need her to be my protector!' he yelled in his head. He walked deeper, his pace going faster a little, hoping to lose Quistis. Yet, as he looked over his shoulder, there she was, trailing behind. Frowning, he turned his attention back on the path that he remembered was the easiest path to take.
Soon, it was dark out. The night had crawled from its shell, taking over the position of the sun. Moon became the brightest light over their heads.
"Seifer, what are you looking for, anyway?" Quistis asked.
"Trepe, whining is so unbecoming." Seifer glanced over his shoulder and looked at her, scowling. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm looking for Hyperion."
Hyperion was his only best friend, Quistis acknowledged in her head. "I see. Do you remember exactly where you last left it?"
"How am I suppose to remember it? I was halfway dead by then!" Seifer retorted.
They have been walking for hours now. It was approximately six o'clock in the evening, Seifer could tell, since the moon was the brightest at that time. He was getting tired and hungry. Seifer looked over his shoulder and noticed that Quistis was slowing down a little. Seifer glanced at her curiously, before realizing that something ahead of him was growling. Something large and hungry for human flesh.
By the time he had the chance to defend himself, a pair of hands pushed him off the ground, shoving him unto the ground with imaginable force. He cursed in pain as his shoulder made contact with the ground instead of his hand. He could hear noises in the background and as he turned to see what it was, a flash of light blinded his eyes. He covered his eyes with his hands and cursed some more obscene words to get his anger out. It was only in seconds did he finally see the light fading away. It was only seconds did he finally see Quistis standing there awkwardly, her back facing him. Seifer stood up and glared at the back of her head.
"What the hell is the big idea saving my life when I could have dodged that attack?! You know, Trepe, I don't know why I didn't kill you before when I had the chance!" He looked at her, keeping his face as angry as he wished.
Quistis slowly turned around, rather awkwardly, her face looking pale as a ghost. Her eyes were half closed and her honey tresses began to lose its colour so quickly. "Shut up, Seifer..." she mumbled, before falling on the ground, unconscious.
Seifer's eyes widened. At that moment, he regretted the things he just said earlier. He ran to her, lifting her head up in his arms and examining her face, before shaking her and calling her name. "Quistis? Quistis!"
Quistis opened her eyes slightly. "I said..." She paused, her eyes closing again.
He noticed blood pouring out from a large gash just below her shoulder blade. Turning her over slowly, he saw a large, sharp-wood pierced deep from behind her back that went through her shoulder. In fear for her life, even though he had no answer on why, he lifted Quistis up in his arms and carried her to the direction where they entered the forest. He should be familiar with the surroundings by now, but Quistis was losing a lot of blood and it would be daylight by the time they get back to Garden.
"You just have to act like a hero, don't you? Just like Puberty-boy," Seifer spoke softly, towards the limp form of the blond woman in his arms. He stared at her, wondering how a beauty like Quistis Trepe could still be single. "Must be your stubborn attitude then," he continued, speaking as if Quistis was listening.
Quistis opened her eyes slightly, seeing only the blurred image of Seifer. She was sure Seifer was talking to her, but she couldn't understand what he was saying. A pain surged through her body and she moaned in response.
Seifer sighed. He knew of a place where they could stay for the night. He stayed there once too, when he needed to hide from the men and women who were after him. Hopefully, he still remembers the exact location of that cave. "We're almost there," Seifer said, adjusting Quistis in his arms.
The blond woman did not respond.
Seifer glanced at her and shook her gently. Quistis' eyes opened wide. "Don't you go dying on me. I'll be charged by Squall Leonhart by murdering you. I could even be hunted down by the SeeDs."
"You...(gasp) really...(gasp)... think..."
Seifer shook his head. "Hey, don't talk, will ya? You of all people should know to never talk when you're injured. You taught me that, Trepe."
"You still remember?" Quistis spoke, trying to catch up with her breathing.
"Hell yeah! I don't have a bad memory, you know? I still remember all the boring stuff you taught me, even when Edea took me in."
Quistis smiled. She couldn't believe Seifer still remembered, after all these months, the lessons she taught when he was her student. She forced her eyes to open wide, but they would keep closing. She was tired. She was too tired to speak, too tired to breath and too tired of everything. She had to admit, dying wasn't that bad either. She felt peace somehow. Now she knew how Seifer feels about dying. When you want to live so much, you feel like you're cheating death and for Quistis, it was just avoiding it.
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