Quistis, Who Loved A Man

written by:
KawaiiKaoru

summary:
(AU) Years after his father's death, an infamous demon seeks revenge. The story of Quistis, who loved a man...

pairings:
Seiftis

rating/warnings:
R : violence

disclaimer:
I don't own (or rent) any of the characters or their world. I'm not challenging any copyrights.

note:
I was reading over Wicked Intent, and I thought to myself, This is such a dark fic! It's almost depressing me! So I wanted to write something more lighthearted. This will be semi-darkish, if dark at all. I want to add a bit of humor here and there though. There will be lemon scenes in the future. I'll change the ratings then, though.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------
=========================================
Quistis, Who Loved A Man, Prologue: Red Gloves
=========================================
----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Quistis Trepe was a girl with dreams. She wanted to a princess, a writer, a chef and the President of Galbadia in her spare time. Her father did all he could to help her fulfill these dreams; he sent her to the best schools, and she excelled. Quistis knew, however, that her father was a drug dealer. Ian Trepe sold every kind of drug on the market, and he made loads of money doing it.

He was a good man, and he didn't deserve what he had coming. Ian got caught up in a middle of a scandal. To protect his daughter, he moved from Deiling City to the small town of Winhill. There, they managed to live a very peaceful life.

-- ** --

Thirteen year old Quistis opened the door of her small house in Winhill. She looked around, clutching her books close to her chest. She tried to sneak in as quietly as possible-

"Young lady," Ian scolded, "why were you late?" He was sitting on the couch. He had obviously been waiting for her to enter the house.

Quistis cursed beneath her breath. "Uh, sorry. The b-bus was late again-"

"By an hour?"

"Y-yeah. I hear the d-driver's-"

"You had detention again, didn't you?"

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Yes. I mean, no!...crap, yes! I had detention, ok?!" Quistis replied frustratedly.

Ian sighed, "How many times...Quisty, sit down." She did so, setting her books on the floor and taking a seat next to her father. She could tell something was up, because whenever something important happened, his brow creased like it did now.

He produced a silver ring from his pocked, and placed it in Quistis' hand. He pressed it to her palm, as if he wanted it to become a part of her. Quistis flinched.

"Er, sorry...Quistis, that was your mother's ring. It won't fit you now, but maybe when you're older..."

"Dad, I can't take this. I'll- I'll lose it or something. If it was mom's-"

"You won't lose it, I know you won't. But I wanted to tell you that...I got a job today. A real job. At the supermarket."

"That's great daddy!" Quistis exclaimed, embracing her father.

"So...I've stopped selling drugs. I'm shutting down, so that way I'll never put you in danger again, ok?"

"You promise this time? Because you've told me three times-"

"I promise you, Quistis, that I, Ian Trepe, am no longer a drug dealer as of today. As long as you have that ring, I'll always keep you safe. Keeping you safe means staying away from drugs, right?"

Quistis nodded, looking down at the ring. It was too big now, but she hoped she would grow into it. She hugged her father again, grateful that he was quitting his profession for good. It had brought them so much trouble...Oh, to be free of it...

-- ** --

But as they always say, nothing lasts forever.

-- ** --

"Trepe!" a deep voice called. Ian turned around, clutching the grocery bags closer to his chest. He nearly tripped over a rather large rock, but he managed to keep his balance. He was so clumsy. Ian squinted; he could only make out the silhouette off the figure calling his name.

"Who's there?" he asked.

"My name's Castor Vagen," the man shouted, his features coming into view, "I'm here representing Shojun Mach. You have a little unfinished business with him."

Ian froze. Mach's followed me all the way over here? It's been two years, and the guy can't give up fifteen pounds of coke? Ian said calmly, "Unfinished business? Concerning what?"

"Oh, don't play dumb Mr. Trepe," Vagen said, "You know what I'm talking about." The hitman rubbed his knuckles, which were bulging through his gloves. Brass knuckles... Ian set down his groceries with care. The two were in a blocked off alley he used as shortcut to get home. Home! QUISTIS! Mach wouldn't dare...would he?

"Mr. Vagen, I don't know what to tell you," Ian replied, unzipping his jacket, "Rather hot, you think?"

Vagen took a threatening step. He shouted, "WHERE'S THE-" he swung his arm in an attempt to hit Ian.

But Ian was too quick. Sunlight glinted off the surface of the blade of a knife. The sharp point made contact, and Castor Vagen fell to the floor, blood oozing out of a spot in his lower abdomen.

"That's the end of you-" Ian said. Suddenly, Quistis flashed in his mind, and he tore off home. When he arrived there, the door was open. He tensed, wishing he had remembered to take the knife out of Mr. Vagen's stomach. He also wished he had wiped his hands on something. Not wanting to stain his shirt, Ian gingerly pushed open the door, walking in slowly. A red fingerprint marked the white paint. He walked into his living room. Quistis was there, looking calm and doing her homework.

"Oooh! Hi, daddy- Hey, what's wrong with your hands?" Quistis asked in alarm, "What's the matter, dad?"

Ian put his hands behind his back, and searched the area, saying, "Oh nothing, just my red gloves."

"Red gloves?"

"Yeah, red gloves-" A huge man crashed into Ian. His attacker was none other than Castor Vagen.

"I killed you!" Ian exclaimed, punching his attacker in the jaw. Blood from Ian's hand stained his face.

Castor delivered a knee to Ian's unsuspecting gut, causing Trepe to double over and fall to the ground. Castor pulled a gun out from his black trench coat.

"There's a new species of humans out, Trepe," the man whispered, "Mach's own personal army of devils. You picked the wrong person to fuck with, Mr. Trepe. I want fifteen pounds of cocaine, and I want it now." He raised the gun and aimed it at Quistis. "Or the little girl goes."

Quistis stood up. She said, "Oh little am I? I stopped being little when I turned ten. Put that gun down before I-"

"Quisty, honey, please close your mouth. Go into the kitchen. Mr. Vagen and I need to talk."

Quistis walked into the kitchen, as she was told. She listened to the conversation, however.

"How are you alive?" Ian asked in disbelief.

Castor replied, "Like I said, there is a new breed of humans out. A lot has happened since you left Deiling, Trepe. We're strong and we're invincible."

"Come now, nothing's invincible," Ian said, with magnificent calm. Quistis was amazed at how well her father kept her cool beneath a gun.

Mr. Vagen waved his gun around lazily. "The only way to kill me would be to decapitate me- I need cocaine. Fifteen pounds of it, or I'll kill you and then your daughter. Maybe I'll do more than kill her..."

Ian tensed. No one touched his daughter. He made a move for Vagen, but a bullet was shot. Castor looked at his victim, myrth rising from his gut. He enjoyed killing, he was cold like that. He heard a scuffle, and he turned around. The little girl was there, looking at him with utter hate. Castor smiled, and he took a threatening step toward her, but she dived at him. A glare blinded him, and he toppled to the floor. Before he died, Castor looked up into the eyes of the fourteen year old girl straddled above him. For a moment, he wondered how a child could look at him with such hate. It reminded him of that brat back home. A large kitchen knife swung dangerously close to his neck and-

Two strokes, three...

The man's head was completely disconnected from his body. Quistis lifted herself off of him, looking at her hands in a trance. She looked down at her father. He was...dead. Quistis fell to her knees, tears running from her eyes down her neck. She looked at her hands again, the simple silver ring around her finger was stained in blood.

"Look, daddy. Now I've got red gloves, just like yours..."

---------------------------------------------------------------------------
=========================================
Quistis, Who Loved A Man, Prologue: Red Gloves
=========================================
---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Review, review! First chapter out soon, hopefully.