Everyone, I apologize for the delay in posting, but I had to turn my attention elsewhere for a spell. If you're curious about the worth of this diversion, check out Council Chronicles in originals.J
*Disclaimer- All characters, and place names are the property pertaining to the Final Fantasy series are the property of Square.( I know, it sucks)
"Uh, of course I saw, it was impossible not to see"
"Kar, I know you 'saw', but what I'm asking is did you see that guy last night, I mean, if Hyne had a body, it could be no better."
"I don't know , Des, I mean, he was cute and all, but I'm not quite ready to blaspheme."
"Well, I'd sell your soul to get with him."
"Isn't that going a little fa…, Hey, why my soul, you want him."
"Ka-ri, Ka-ri, Ka-ri, I couldn't sell my soul, then I wouldn't be able to enjoy him, but you're as close to me as my own heart, so it still counts"
"And still you could sell my soul, what a way to show you care, Thanks for making me feel so special."
"Anytime Kar, anytime"
"Okay, topic change, 'cause you're creeping the hell out of me. What do you think is going to happen tonight."
"We're probably going to be bored out of our wits listening to some stiff old geezer rambling on about honor and junk, I wish we could just skip it and get right to the GFs"
"Well, I'm looking forward to tonight, The head mistress herself is suppose to be there, along with some of the senior SeeD. You know, I even heard that president Laguna's son might be there tonight."
"Who cares, so long as that tender morsel from last night is there"
"You know, it's been rumored that there are more important things in a man than his body."
"My poor naïve Ka-ri, There is only one thing that I need a man for, so if he's not equipped for the job, nothing else matters"
"Desraye Shelicut, I am surprised at you!, … okay, okay, so I'm not surprised, you can put your eyebrow down, you look so creepy like that."
"Shut up and show me what your wearing tonight."
* * *
"Just a minute", I shift my weight nervously as I stand outside my own door. A simple touch of my hand at the right spot, and the door would be open, but after hearing the state Rinoa had been in, I want you give her a chance to straighten herself up, partly to let her save face, and partly because I just can't take tears.
The door slides open, Rinoa stands on the other side, wearing a light blue sundress, with her hair pulled back in a simple queue. Her smile upon seeing me is radiant, even though her eyes still bear the breath of a crimson tinge. I quietly exhale the breath I had unconsciously been holding, and as I inhale, a fragrance so enticing wafts to my nostrils, That I almost forget why I came. The smell of lemon, mint, and rosemary entrance me, my only thoughts only focusing again when I remember one fact.
"Rinoa, you can't cook.", Rinoa chuckles
"Squall, shut up and sit down before the only thing you taste is your foot.", I walk past her silently, removing my proverbial foot from his mouth long enough to kick my self. Sitting down, I remember why I came
"Rinoa, I sorry about last night."
"I'm not exactly sure, but probably I said something wrong."
"Squall, as sorry an apology as that is, please don't, for once, this isn't about what you did or didn't do. I know last night you were just trying to be there for me, and while your manner needs work, you were right, I'm sorry.", Somehow, in the course of her speaking, she had found her way behind my chair, with her hands crossed over my chest.
"Wait, so I didn't screw up?", I turn to speak over my left shoulder, and almost bump heads with her. She had been leaning down, presumably to kiss me on the neck, stopping short to avoid the imminent collision. She instead pecks me on the cheek.
"No dear heart, you still screwed up, but I screwed up far worse. You can't help who you are, and I love you for it, not that it doesn't irk the hell out of me sometimes. So I set this up to apologize for everything, particularly the whole Diablos matter.
"Uhh, so you cooked to apologized, thanks Noa, really, that was really sweet and all, but completely unne..."
"Actually, Quistis cooked, so you can relax. I called her last night after you left and she came over to spend the night. She cooked this meal before she left.", Quistis loves to cook, and everyone loves her for it. She could turn shoe leather into a five star meal, and from the smell, she had used a higher quality of ingredients than that.
"Oh well, in that case, apology accepted, let's eat"
"But Squall", I fight the urge to jump as her hand slips beneath my waist band., "I haven't finished apologizing yet.", her voice is sweet and innocent, her intentions are anything but. She begins to nibble on my ear and neck. She works her way around to the front of my neck, pulls her skirt up a bit, and straddles my legs, resting back against the table. She grabs my shirt and pulls me out of my seat and towards her.
"Uh, Noa, weren't we about to eat?"
"Oh, you can eat all you want, but the food has to wait", As she slides back across the table, pulling me with her, I wonder what she means.
* * *
"You asked to speak with me, Headmistress?", her voice is cool, pure business.
"Ling, we've known each other too long for such formalities, call me Quistis.", it had been this way for weeks, and there was no question why. Quistis was intentionally trying not to notice.
"I'm sorry Headmistress, but I feel that would be unprofessional, and while we're on duty I would appreciate it if you would could me Instructor Xu."
"Xu, Excuse me, Instructor Xu, what's going on, we've been on a first name basis since I graduate top of your class."
"I was inexperienced then, I've raised my standard since.", Quistis tries not to guess which standards she's referring to .
"Very well, instructor, the reason I called you her is that, in going over the class schedule for the incoming SeeD candidates, I found I needed to juggle a couple of things. For one thing, because of my responsibilities, I need to scale back my class schedule, as such, I've had to move some teachers around to compensate. I wanted to ask you if you had any objections to the teaching Ethics in Society classes, both parts, for the entering class. I think that a strong, experienced hand should guide them from the start, your hand."
"When is this class?"
"Well, this semester, it's during session 3, so no conflicts, if you like I can give the class of your choice to one of the other teachers, to keep your schedule from getting crowded. Next semester, regrettably, is not so neat. The class is during session 6, the same as one of your stealth tactics classes. I know this is your favorite class to teach , and your excellent at it."
"So, who do you have replacing me."
"I don't know for sure yet, it will be hard to be replace you"
"Very well, Headmistress, I'll take over this class, if you promise me two things, one, that my replacement is at least competent, and two that you'll wipe your nose." She rises and walks out without another word. Quistis fights down the urge to grab her Save the Queen and split the bitch. Instead, she reaches over to the intercom controls.
"Helen, is my 3 o'clock here?"
"Yes headmistress, he just stepped off the elevator, should I send him in?"
"Yes, please.", In walks the 6 foot plus cowboy, spurs jingling, Quistis quietly chuckles.
"Now ma'am, while I love it when you're in a good mood, I might just be hurt if you're laughing at me."
"I am, sort of, or at least at your entrance."
"Now what humor could you find in that?"
"The kind that comes from a Stealth Tactics teacher jingling."
"Uh, teacher?"
"Yes, that's why I called you in here, we're short on teachers, and given your background as a sniper, I thought you might just qualify."
"Well, I do know how to keep things quiet."
"Anyway, if you agree, you'll have to take a few extra classes to qualify you as a teacher. Currently, these classes aren't being offered, but I can take you on one-on-one"
"One-on-one?, I'm in."
"It won't be easy, and there will be no fun, we have over a year's worth of work to get through in one semester, so I recommend you think before you sign-up, because once your in, I'm not letting you out."
"Why Miss Trepe, I'm blushing"
"Of the agreement, I'm not letting you out of the agreement."
"Oh, well, in that case, I still up for the job, just less enthused"
"Good, we start tomorrow, meet me here at 1pm."