never cared, never wanted, never sought to see what flaunted...
Quistis woke up that morning in a cold sweat. She'd had that same dream again, the one with Ultimecia. She'd been glaring them down, the same evil malice that flickered through her eyes in the real battle. That same image had been haunting Quistis every since the battle with Ultimecia and she knew it would never stop.
She woke up, took a shower, and dressed in her SeeD uniform. She had class today and was *not* looking forward to it. After Time Compression she'd agreed to once again take a job as an instructor, of course now she was paid more.
She had time to get a hot tea from the cafeteria and walk briskly to her classroom, lesson plan in hand. As she enetered she put her lesson plan on her desk and skimmed the classroom. Some students were there, mostly Trepies. She shook the gathering smile from her face, would she ever rid herself of these obsessors?
She decided to make use of them and grabbed a stack of papers, walking over to their little group.
"Could you put one of these at every desk? I'd appreciate it." she said, smiling. The Trepie girl nodded enthusiastically and took the papers. Quistis turned on one heel and went back over to her desk, and sat down.
She picked up her hot tea and looked over her desk, seeing the Garden Daily, the Garden newspaper. She picked it up, noticing Seifer on the cover.
And it read..." Seifer Almasy On The Loose!!!" Quistis set her tea down slowly, consentrating even more. " Shortly after being defeated by Squall Leonhart and his companions Almasy was sent directly to D-District Prison with a life sentence for his actions in Time Compression. Now what has the world come to when our most hi-tech Prison can't hold one man? This walking stick of lit dynamite is on the run."
Quistis stopped reading, 'Walking stick of lit dynamite?' she reapeted in her mind. Seifer wasn't a stick of dynamite, he was a scared little boy. Her eyes flickered annoyance underneath her chic glasses. The bell suddenly rung with what seemed like deafening volume and made Quistis jump slightly in her chair.
Looking up and seeing all the students were in class she stood up.
"Class, as you see on your desks, there will be a pop quiz on our most recent chapter, Battle Operations. It covers most of the emergency backup plans that could help in some cases when theres nothing else to do. You'll have all period to finish it." she said authoratively. She liked the fact that she was instructor again, she was in charge.
Before she sat down her eyes skimmed over Seifer's empty desk. Obviously there just weren't enough students put in her class and a desk was left available. She narrowed her eyes at it and sat.
However annoyed she tried to convince herself she was, she had to admit she missed him in the slightest bit. He'd always sit back there, adding his own side comments on various things, putting in his smart ass remarks about the lesson and such. She usually tried to ignore him or just give him detention, but now she kind of wanted him to be back in that desk. A part of her classroom seemed gone or empty without him there.
It suddenly occured to her that she was still standing, she'd been spacing out apparently. She sat down hurriedly and took a sip of her tea, which was no longer even hot. 'Cafeteria can't even buy styrofoam cups so we can have hotter drinks..' she thought, annoyed.
The class was busily working on their quiz's when she looked up at the clock, and she couldn't believe it had only been fifteen minutes since she walked into the classroom. She sighed, she had not gotten very much sleep and either needed a nap, or a drink with much more caffiene.
As soon as her first class was over she left the stuffy classroom to get some fresh air. She walked out on the small balconey down the hall from her classroom and leaned against the rail. She looked out over the grassy plains of centra, where they were traveling over right now. She was thankfull she wasn't out on the feilds, fighting beast after beast like she'd been only a few weeks ago. She liked her routine life, and was glad to have it back.
Seifer, down on the centra plain, saw the Balamb Garden in the distance. He quickly jumped into the cargo truck he'd "borrowed" from the D- District Prison and pulled it deep into a nearby patch of trees where it would be out of sight. He calmly lit a ciggarette and looked up at the Garden, taking a puff of his cigarette in thought.
His thoughts wandered to Quistis. He remembered her scared eyes in that alley. Why was he thinking of Trepe? She'd ratted him out. She'd told the world how Almasy escaped and thats why he was being chased right now. Why would his thoughts be wasted on her?
He smoked in silence, watching the Garden pass, it was now almost over the little grove of trees he was hiding in. Something made him want to be back in that Garden, in Trepe's classroom. He missed that classroom. He missed everything about the Garden, he just wouldn't admit missing her.
His thoughts on her suddenly turned from annoyance to vengence. He wanted to get her back for telling his secret. Why did Trepe have to be so follow-the-rules-by-the-bookish? She couldn't just let him go on about his business, even when he'd saved her life. Stuck-up bitch.
He threw down the but of his cigarette and stomped on it a few times, putting it out. Now it was set in his mind. Wherever that Garden stopped for the ngiht, he needed to be. He wanted Quistis to know how she'd ruined his escape and life.
He got into his truck and waiting until the Garden was barely in sight, then started up the engine, and proceeded to follow it. He could see the massive Garden, but anyone aboard it couldn't see his little cargo truck miles behind.
Quistis had finished with her second class and was now in her dorm, looking through a clothes catalog. She was bored out of her mind, she couldn't wait for this Garden to stop moving so she could escape. She'd taken two more stress pills after her second class, but it didn't seem like they were working. She only had two left and needed to get to a pharmacy *somewhere*, *anywhere*, so she could get a refill on them. Anything but going to Kadowaki, Kadowaki would have every question in the world to ask her and Quistis was not about to answer them all.
She heard some tapping on the door. "Come one in." she said loud enough for the person to hear. Selphie trotted in.
"Hi Quisty....watcha readin'?" Selphie asked, sitting on the bed noticing Quistis's catalog.
"Just seeing if theres anything good in this." Quistis said, looking up at Selphie.
"Guess what! Garden's stopping at Balamb tonight, so we're all going to Mrs. Dincht's house for dinner. Do you wanna come?" Selphie asked. Quistis smiled. A nice home-cooked meal didn't sound half bad at the moment.
"Sure. I need a nice "family" dinner." Quistis said, setting hte catalog on the table. Selphie slightly frowned.
"Quisty, you've been acting kinda sad lately...like you're not happy." Selphie said unsurely.
"No, its just what happened...its still getting to me." Quistis said, hugging a pillow in her lap. Selphie smiled.
"Well, you gotta cheer up. Things are gonna be way better now." she said. Quistis smiled. Same old Selphie, Time Compression sure hadn't changed her. If only she had the same naive attitude Selphie did, then maybe she'd be happy too. Or was it just that Selphie was good at hiding her feelings?
Quistis woke up that morning in a cold sweat. She'd had that same dream again, the one with Ultimecia. She'd been glaring them down, the same evil malice that flickered through her eyes in the real battle. That same image had been haunting Quistis every since the battle with Ultimecia and she knew it would never stop.
She woke up, took a shower, and dressed in her SeeD uniform. She had class today and was *not* looking forward to it. After Time Compression she'd agreed to once again take a job as an instructor, of course now she was paid more.
She had time to get a hot tea from the cafeteria and walk briskly to her classroom, lesson plan in hand. As she enetered she put her lesson plan on her desk and skimmed the classroom. Some students were there, mostly Trepies. She shook the gathering smile from her face, would she ever rid herself of these obsessors?
She decided to make use of them and grabbed a stack of papers, walking over to their little group.
"Could you put one of these at every desk? I'd appreciate it." she said, smiling. The Trepie girl nodded enthusiastically and took the papers. Quistis turned on one heel and went back over to her desk, and sat down.
She picked up her hot tea and looked over her desk, seeing the Garden Daily, the Garden newspaper. She picked it up, noticing Seifer on the cover.
And it read..." Seifer Almasy On The Loose!!!" Quistis set her tea down slowly, consentrating even more. " Shortly after being defeated by Squall Leonhart and his companions Almasy was sent directly to D-District Prison with a life sentence for his actions in Time Compression. Now what has the world come to when our most hi-tech Prison can't hold one man? This walking stick of lit dynamite is on the run."
Quistis stopped reading, 'Walking stick of lit dynamite?' she reapeted in her mind. Seifer wasn't a stick of dynamite, he was a scared little boy. Her eyes flickered annoyance underneath her chic glasses. The bell suddenly rung with what seemed like deafening volume and made Quistis jump slightly in her chair.
Looking up and seeing all the students were in class she stood up.
"Class, as you see on your desks, there will be a pop quiz on our most recent chapter, Battle Operations. It covers most of the emergency backup plans that could help in some cases when theres nothing else to do. You'll have all period to finish it." she said authoratively. She liked the fact that she was instructor again, she was in charge.
Before she sat down her eyes skimmed over Seifer's empty desk. Obviously there just weren't enough students put in her class and a desk was left available. She narrowed her eyes at it and sat.
However annoyed she tried to convince herself she was, she had to admit she missed him in the slightest bit. He'd always sit back there, adding his own side comments on various things, putting in his smart ass remarks about the lesson and such. She usually tried to ignore him or just give him detention, but now she kind of wanted him to be back in that desk. A part of her classroom seemed gone or empty without him there.
It suddenly occured to her that she was still standing, she'd been spacing out apparently. She sat down hurriedly and took a sip of her tea, which was no longer even hot. 'Cafeteria can't even buy styrofoam cups so we can have hotter drinks..' she thought, annoyed.
The class was busily working on their quiz's when she looked up at the clock, and she couldn't believe it had only been fifteen minutes since she walked into the classroom. She sighed, she had not gotten very much sleep and either needed a nap, or a drink with much more caffiene.
As soon as her first class was over she left the stuffy classroom to get some fresh air. She walked out on the small balconey down the hall from her classroom and leaned against the rail. She looked out over the grassy plains of centra, where they were traveling over right now. She was thankfull she wasn't out on the feilds, fighting beast after beast like she'd been only a few weeks ago. She liked her routine life, and was glad to have it back.
Seifer, down on the centra plain, saw the Balamb Garden in the distance. He quickly jumped into the cargo truck he'd "borrowed" from the D- District Prison and pulled it deep into a nearby patch of trees where it would be out of sight. He calmly lit a ciggarette and looked up at the Garden, taking a puff of his cigarette in thought.
His thoughts wandered to Quistis. He remembered her scared eyes in that alley. Why was he thinking of Trepe? She'd ratted him out. She'd told the world how Almasy escaped and thats why he was being chased right now. Why would his thoughts be wasted on her?
He smoked in silence, watching the Garden pass, it was now almost over the little grove of trees he was hiding in. Something made him want to be back in that Garden, in Trepe's classroom. He missed that classroom. He missed everything about the Garden, he just wouldn't admit missing her.
His thoughts on her suddenly turned from annoyance to vengence. He wanted to get her back for telling his secret. Why did Trepe have to be so follow-the-rules-by-the-bookish? She couldn't just let him go on about his business, even when he'd saved her life. Stuck-up bitch.
He threw down the but of his cigarette and stomped on it a few times, putting it out. Now it was set in his mind. Wherever that Garden stopped for the ngiht, he needed to be. He wanted Quistis to know how she'd ruined his escape and life.
He got into his truck and waiting until the Garden was barely in sight, then started up the engine, and proceeded to follow it. He could see the massive Garden, but anyone aboard it couldn't see his little cargo truck miles behind.
Quistis had finished with her second class and was now in her dorm, looking through a clothes catalog. She was bored out of her mind, she couldn't wait for this Garden to stop moving so she could escape. She'd taken two more stress pills after her second class, but it didn't seem like they were working. She only had two left and needed to get to a pharmacy *somewhere*, *anywhere*, so she could get a refill on them. Anything but going to Kadowaki, Kadowaki would have every question in the world to ask her and Quistis was not about to answer them all.
She heard some tapping on the door. "Come one in." she said loud enough for the person to hear. Selphie trotted in.
"Hi Quisty....watcha readin'?" Selphie asked, sitting on the bed noticing Quistis's catalog.
"Just seeing if theres anything good in this." Quistis said, looking up at Selphie.
"Guess what! Garden's stopping at Balamb tonight, so we're all going to Mrs. Dincht's house for dinner. Do you wanna come?" Selphie asked. Quistis smiled. A nice home-cooked meal didn't sound half bad at the moment.
"Sure. I need a nice "family" dinner." Quistis said, setting hte catalog on the table. Selphie slightly frowned.
"Quisty, you've been acting kinda sad lately...like you're not happy." Selphie said unsurely.
"No, its just what happened...its still getting to me." Quistis said, hugging a pillow in her lap. Selphie smiled.
"Well, you gotta cheer up. Things are gonna be way better now." she said. Quistis smiled. Same old Selphie, Time Compression sure hadn't changed her. If only she had the same naive attitude Selphie did, then maybe she'd be happy too. Or was it just that Selphie was good at hiding her feelings?