Ok, this chapter is really short. I had promised a friend that I would post another chapter before she returned from her trip...so that she would have something to look forward to. Well, she returns tomorrow...uh, ,maybe it was today. I forgot. Anyway, out of fear of her kicking my ass, I had to quickly post this. Enjoy:)
Disclaimer: Not mine!!!!!!!!! Why do you always have to rub it in?
Mind telling me what the hell we're doing, Instructor.
If I'm not mistaken, Seifer, I do believe that this simple act is called walking.
The two blondes stopped their walking trip around Garden's main fountain, when Seifer grabbed Quistis' elbow. Real cute, Trepe. Now how about supplying a real answer to my question.
Tucking her left strand of hair behind her ear, Quistis replied smoothly, I'm giving you time to cool off.
I'm fine, snapped Seifer. Thanks for the sentiment, Instructor, but it was really quite useless.
Get over yourself. The last thing any of us needs, is you, Seifer began rolling his eyes and turning away, when Quistis reached out and quickly turned him back around, OR Squall to blow up. If that means you two have to be separated, then damn it, I guess that's what I have to do.
Not speaking on behalf of Puberty Boy, Quistis, but I'm old enough that I don't need a fucking time out.
Quistis cocked an eyebrow and replied in a dead serious tone, You sure about that?
Red faced from anger, Seifer took a step towards her. Fuck you! I'm not a little boy!
Well you sure as hell don't give me reason to think otherwise.
Simply reacting without thinking, Seifer brought his hand up quickly. Before either of them could make a move to stop it, Quistis' head flew to the side with a nasty mark upon her cheek. Looking at his hand disbelievingly, Seifer's mind tried to comprehend what had just happened. When his eyes sought out Quistis' face, he knew that he had just made a horrible mistake. He had just slapped Quistis. Hard.
Lightly placing his hand upon her back, he started quietly, Oh shit, Quistis. I-I didn't mean to. Seifer started to moving his hand in tiny circles, trying to comfort her. Fuck, I've never been good at apologizing.' Um, I shouldn't have done that. I'm...uh....I'm sorr Seifer's voice stopped abruptly, as he found himself on the wrong side of Quistis' temper. Bringing his fingers up, he tried in vain to remove the whip that was crushing his windpipe.
Don't you ever touch me again, asshole. With a snap of Quistis' wrist, the whip was removed quickly. Falling to his knees, Seifer grabbed his throat and gasped in huge gulps of air. Quistis bent down to Seifer, blue eyes narrowed in fury, You're pathetic, Seifer. She slowly stood up, and walked away from the fallen knight.
Quitsy, wait! Seifer's voice came out rough as he held his sore throat.
Quistis immediately stopped walking. Seconds went by, years in Seifer's mind, before she turned around. As the enraged blonde stalked back towards him, Seifer thought he was about to feel the wrath of Quistis' whip...again.
Don't you ever say that again. Quistis ordered in a steely voice. Her jaw was clenched so tight, Seifer knew her teeth had to be hurting.
Only my friends, are allowed to call me that. She yanked Seifer to his feet by his collar. Staring straight into his eyes, she stated in a voice laced with ice water, You are not my friend. Just as fast as she came back, she had left him standing alone again.
When he could no longer see her, Seifer raked an angry hand through his hair, His scream was loud enough to send the nearby group of under class-men scattering.
