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Oh yeah! Thanks to Renegade Seraph, I'll remember to do the disclaimer for each chapter now! Thank you one again!
Disclaimer - I DO NOT, repeat; DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY! Tee hee! I wish I did though!
P.S. I don't come up with very good chapter titles and when I do, they sometimes never have to do anything with the chapter! So if you feel like this is the case with THIS chapter, you could ignore it all together. Buh Bye!
"No, that person wasn't Selphie." Cid continued. "That person happens to be our very own-" He was cut short once more by the sound of the office door opening and a masculine voice speaking up.
"Seifer Almasy"
Quistis quickly stood up and spun around, causing the chair she was sitting in to be knocked down. She looked over to the doorway and found her ocean blue eyes connect with the forest green ones of the infamous Seifer Almasy.
He looked practically the same as he did before he had become Ultimecia's knight. He still wore his trademark trench coat with the red crosses on the side. His silver blond hair was a little longer than the last time she saw him and he seemed tired, but his eyes still held the same mischievous and challenging look in them.
"Well, well, if it isn't my dear Instructor." Seifer drawled out. "And how have you been during these past few months?"
"Better than you, I presume." Quistis retorted, noting the disheveled state he was in. "What happened to you, Almasy? Life after being the Sorceress' Knight worn you out?"
He narrowed his eyes and was about to challenge her question with a retort of his own, but Cid interrupted before he could get a single word out.
"I was just telling Quistis here how she'll be tutoring you during her spare time. I hoped you remember at least some of the information that will be on the written test, considering how long you've been a student here."
Seifer smirked. "Of course I do, Headmaster. My perfect little brain has memorized every single thing that has been discussed and lectured on in class during the past few years."
Quistis couldn't help but snort at that. "Well, you got the 'little' part of your speech right, Almasy."
He scowled at her. "Everyone can't ALWAYS be perfect, Trepe." He suddenly grinned evilly. "You should've learned that after Puberty-Boy rejected you for Miss Heartilly."
She flushed with anger at his comment and opened her mouth to give him the verbal beating of a lifetime, but Cid placed his hand on her shoulder before she could say anything. He also shot her a look to calm down. Quistis took a deep breath to calm her nerves, righted her fallen chair, and sat down again. He signaled for Seifer to also take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Seifer sat down with a plop and rested his chin on the palm of his hand while his elbow rested against his leg, looking bored.
Cid cleared his throat and began to speak once more. "If you children are done arguing now," he chuckled at this. "I would like to inform both of you that Seifer's lessons will begin starting three days from now. Here is the complete outline of what you will be teaching him until the written exam." He handed Quistis a vanilla folder. "That is all. Seifer, you may now move into your assigned dorm room. Quistis, you may also go now."
Sensing that this was the end of their little 'meeting', Seifer and Quistis both stood up and saluted Cid before leaving his office. They made their way to the elevator lift and had to wait before the lift came up again. During this period of time, they were both unusually silent towards each other. Quistis was the one to break it.
"I was meaning to ask," she started hesitantly. "Why did you nominate ME for the position to tutor you?"
Seifer barely glanced at her when he answered. "I don't know, maybe because you were my instructor before all of this mess." He suddenly smirked at her. "And maybe because it's just so fun to get on your last nerves."
Quistis shot him a wry smile. "You have NEVER gotten on my nerves. But I remember being able to get on yours on a daily basis."
By this time, the elevator lift had arrived on their level. Seifer scoffed indignantly as he followed Quistis onto it. "I beg to differ! I HAVE been able to get on your nerves as many times as you have gotten on MINE."
Quistis smiled. "Oh really, like when exactly?"
"Like that time when.when. Well, I know for CERTAIN that I have been able to get on your nerves SOMETIME in the past." Replied Seifer. "Because I have always been able to get on EVERYONE'S nerves, no matter who they are!"
Quistis rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you've always been able to, that is, until now."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I think all the information you learned in class clogged your brain up Seifer. It means you have never, EVER have gotten on my nerves." Quistis smugly said.
"Oh, we'll see about that." Seifer said, narrowing his eyes at her once more.
"Yes, we WILL see." She replied with a sardonic grin.
As the elevator lift returned to the first floor to its original position, the two people shot each other almost identical challenging grins be fore turning their backs on each other and heading in their own separate directions.
Oh yeah! Thanks to Renegade Seraph, I'll remember to do the disclaimer for each chapter now! Thank you one again!
Disclaimer - I DO NOT, repeat; DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY! Tee hee! I wish I did though!
P.S. I don't come up with very good chapter titles and when I do, they sometimes never have to do anything with the chapter! So if you feel like this is the case with THIS chapter, you could ignore it all together. Buh Bye!
"No, that person wasn't Selphie." Cid continued. "That person happens to be our very own-" He was cut short once more by the sound of the office door opening and a masculine voice speaking up.
"Seifer Almasy"
Quistis quickly stood up and spun around, causing the chair she was sitting in to be knocked down. She looked over to the doorway and found her ocean blue eyes connect with the forest green ones of the infamous Seifer Almasy.
He looked practically the same as he did before he had become Ultimecia's knight. He still wore his trademark trench coat with the red crosses on the side. His silver blond hair was a little longer than the last time she saw him and he seemed tired, but his eyes still held the same mischievous and challenging look in them.
"Well, well, if it isn't my dear Instructor." Seifer drawled out. "And how have you been during these past few months?"
"Better than you, I presume." Quistis retorted, noting the disheveled state he was in. "What happened to you, Almasy? Life after being the Sorceress' Knight worn you out?"
He narrowed his eyes and was about to challenge her question with a retort of his own, but Cid interrupted before he could get a single word out.
"I was just telling Quistis here how she'll be tutoring you during her spare time. I hoped you remember at least some of the information that will be on the written test, considering how long you've been a student here."
Seifer smirked. "Of course I do, Headmaster. My perfect little brain has memorized every single thing that has been discussed and lectured on in class during the past few years."
Quistis couldn't help but snort at that. "Well, you got the 'little' part of your speech right, Almasy."
He scowled at her. "Everyone can't ALWAYS be perfect, Trepe." He suddenly grinned evilly. "You should've learned that after Puberty-Boy rejected you for Miss Heartilly."
She flushed with anger at his comment and opened her mouth to give him the verbal beating of a lifetime, but Cid placed his hand on her shoulder before she could say anything. He also shot her a look to calm down. Quistis took a deep breath to calm her nerves, righted her fallen chair, and sat down again. He signaled for Seifer to also take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Seifer sat down with a plop and rested his chin on the palm of his hand while his elbow rested against his leg, looking bored.
Cid cleared his throat and began to speak once more. "If you children are done arguing now," he chuckled at this. "I would like to inform both of you that Seifer's lessons will begin starting three days from now. Here is the complete outline of what you will be teaching him until the written exam." He handed Quistis a vanilla folder. "That is all. Seifer, you may now move into your assigned dorm room. Quistis, you may also go now."
Sensing that this was the end of their little 'meeting', Seifer and Quistis both stood up and saluted Cid before leaving his office. They made their way to the elevator lift and had to wait before the lift came up again. During this period of time, they were both unusually silent towards each other. Quistis was the one to break it.
"I was meaning to ask," she started hesitantly. "Why did you nominate ME for the position to tutor you?"
Seifer barely glanced at her when he answered. "I don't know, maybe because you were my instructor before all of this mess." He suddenly smirked at her. "And maybe because it's just so fun to get on your last nerves."
Quistis shot him a wry smile. "You have NEVER gotten on my nerves. But I remember being able to get on yours on a daily basis."
By this time, the elevator lift had arrived on their level. Seifer scoffed indignantly as he followed Quistis onto it. "I beg to differ! I HAVE been able to get on your nerves as many times as you have gotten on MINE."
Quistis smiled. "Oh really, like when exactly?"
"Like that time when.when. Well, I know for CERTAIN that I have been able to get on your nerves SOMETIME in the past." Replied Seifer. "Because I have always been able to get on EVERYONE'S nerves, no matter who they are!"
Quistis rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you've always been able to, that is, until now."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"I think all the information you learned in class clogged your brain up Seifer. It means you have never, EVER have gotten on my nerves." Quistis smugly said.
"Oh, we'll see about that." Seifer said, narrowing his eyes at her once more.
"Yes, we WILL see." She replied with a sardonic grin.
As the elevator lift returned to the first floor to its original position, the two people shot each other almost identical challenging grins be fore turning their backs on each other and heading in their own separate directions.