AN: Sorry it's been so long since my last update. Been workin on another story. Check out this story, red sea saloon. Lol. It's a seiftis, check out the bio to see y I like it so much. Any wayz- sorry bout not updating, and sorry for such a shor chap. Now that I have. Kudos to my editor. Starlightz6. She's a very good editor. She's also why im continuing this. Thanx, issie. O, and check out my other ff8 fic too. Its bout zell. Zell's kewl.
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The next morning dawned bright and clear. It was just the sort of day that things liked to go wrong on. Seifer got up off of his couch and languidly stretched. He craked his back as he tried to recall why, exactly, he was sleeping on a hard couch when he had a perfectly comfy bed. 'That's right, I put Quistis in my bed last night.'
Seifer stared at the blonde woman inhabiting his normal sleeping vicinity and watched as the light filtered through the closed blinds and traced bar like shadows across her face. She looked calm, at peace. Almost angelic even.
Seifer snapped out of his reverie. 'This is Trepe we're talking bout here! Not some exotic babe! For hyne's sake, she's my instructor. And I'll bet fifty gil she won't look nearly so angelic when she wakes up and finds I changed her clothes for her… heh, I'm in for it.' Seifer grinned at this and watched as Quistis' eyes startes to flutter open. 'somebody call doc. K, I think I'm gonna need her assistance soon…' were his last thoughts before Quistis fully awakened.
Apparently, waking up to a half naked Seifer (AN: *drool…*) in a room that obviously wasn't her own, was NOT how Quistis Trepe was expecting to awaken. As she sat up, her already wide eyes grew wider still when she looked down to where the cover had slipped off. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and boxers that were obviously not her own. It took a few moments for everything to sink in, but when it did, she looked back at Seifer with a look of death in her eyes that would have made the stoic commander whimper in fear.
Seifer gulped loudly. He might be able to beat Squall in a one-on-one gunblade match, but he didn't have the slightest doubt that a very angry Quistis couldn't be beaten without the aid of seriously heavy artillery. Artillery that he didn't have.
"What the HELL am I doing here, almasy?! In YOUR clothes?! IN YOUR BED?!" she yelled, so mad one would think the room would be on fire by now.
Now Seifer was pissed, too. 'Where'd she get the nerve to think something like that? All I did was help her!'
"What the hell is wrong with you, Trepe?! What do you think, I raped you or something? Thank you very much, Instructor, but I can find much better for much cheaper a consequence. For your information, all I did was save your sorry ass, but, my apologies. I guess that was a mistake on my part! I know I would much rather bleed to death, or be consumed by a monster five times my size, then actually be able to stay ALIVE!" he yelled back at her.
Quistis huffed, got out of the bed and stormed past Seifer. She had just ripped open the door and was about to streak out, when she noticed a bouncy yellow ball of energy in Seifer's door way. No, wait, it was just Selphie, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet with her head cocked to the side, staring wide eyed.
"Uhh… hi Quisty. I was just here to ask Seifer if he'd like to join the Garden Festival Committee. Why are you in seifer's dorm this early in the morning? And why are your wearing his clothes? And do you really think you should go out like that? Don't you think people would look at you funny? Or get ide-" Selphies rambling was cut off by Seifer.
"That's ENOUGH." Selphie giggled at this.
"What are you laughin at, messenger girl? And why are you listening at other peoples doors? Don't you have a life? And why would you think that I would want to join that stupid committee of yours?" Seifer mocked, shutting her up.
Quistis huffed again and pushed past Selphie. At this point, she didn't care who saw her. All she wanted was to get back to her dorm. Thankfully, when she reached and turned the knob, the door swung open. Obviously she didn't have her key with her. She went in and slammed the door shut again, not bothering to lock it. No one would come in.
As she walked towards her bathroom, all anger ebbed out of her system and was replaced by a slight guilty feeling. 'Maybe I was to hard on him? I suppose I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions so fast, but he didn't have to bring me to his dorm!'
Removing the clothes that didn't belong to her, she turned on the shower and stepped in. But as soon as the spray of water hit her, a thought came to mind. 'Where's my whip?'
She quickly washed and exited the bathroom to get something to wear from her closet, which, by the way, Rinoa and Selphie still hadn't returned her normal outfits to. Before she could, however, something caught her eye. It was her Save the Queen, with a note attached to it. The sloppy handwriting was easily recognizable as Seifer's, though the note only had one word on it. It merely had 'sorry' scrawled across, and nothing else. Quistis gaped in shock.
AN: aww…. So sweet. J/k. ooc by any chance? Sorry if it sux. Haven't worked on this in a while, gotta get back into floooooow yo. Review, review I say, or release my rabid hamster on u I shall!!!!! Go evil hamster, go!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA, er, yea, just review please.