Chapter 2
"Seifer?" Quistis said in a trembling voice. Not wanting to believe what her eyes were telling her. 'Is he here to save me?' a stab of hope racing through her then disappearing as she looked at him, 'No, he looks too comfortable with that weasel. Besides how would he know I was here if…'
He stood there looking down at her calmly for a moment without speaking. His green eyes glittered dangerously when he started to speak. "I was told that there has been a woman coming into the club asking questions," he said softly stepping closer to her. "Funny thing though, I never expected it to be you."
While Seifer talked, Quistis couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked standing there. She hadn't seen him in almost 3 years. He hadn't changed drastically but there were little things. His scar had faded, his hair was a little longer, and he'd traded in his trademark gray coat for a black leather duster.
He reached out and ran his fingertips along the side of her face where Mole had slapped her. "What happened here, Mole?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her.
"She tried to get away," the other man defended.
Quistis saw a glint of amusement in Seifer's eyes. "This girl...handcuffed to a chair…tried to get away? From you, Mole?" Seifer asked, baiting the other man.
"Yeah, she tricked me. Said she needed some water, and being the nice guy I am…" Mole gave her a sly smile "I went to get some. When I got back she'd hid" he swung his arm out in a wide gesture "back there."
"So…you did…what?" Seifer turned to him, raising his eyebrow.
"I-I just showed her who's in charge," Mole answered nervously.
"And who would that be?" Seifer asked.
"We-well you are, boss," Mole answered, looking a little uneasy.
"Um hm, and what did I tell you?" Seifer stood looking at the other man, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, you said…" Mole shuffled his feet nervously, "not to touch her. But she …"
"Enough!" Seifer hissed.
Quistis bit her lip as she watched the two men talk. Well at least now she knew how she'd been found out. 'Seifer.' Of course when he'd seen her, he must have known. It was no wonder they'd lost two other SeeD's on this mission.
"Wait for me outside," Quistis heard Seifer order, bringing her back to the present situation. Seifer turned back and stood looking down at her. It hit her then. Maybe Seifer had changed more then she had at first thought. Where was the smirk, the sarcastic remarks? For a moment she even thought she saw sadness in his eyes.
"You shouldn't have come here, Quistis," Seifer said softly. "He shouldn't have sent you." She watched in disbelief as he turned and started to walk away.
"Seifer…" she saw him stop "…Why?"
Quistis didn't think he was going to answer her at first. But then he turned to face her once more, with a bitter laugh.
"Why? You want to know why?" Seifer walked quickly back to where she sat. Spreading his arms out in a sweeping fashion he said, "I'm what everyone expected me to be…you, them, the world gave me no other option."
Quistis was shocked by the bitterness of his words. "But this…this life?"
Seifer cut her off, "Oh Quistis, are you still living under the illusion that everything is black and white," he laughed at her, "everything's gray here, baby." She didn't know what to say in response to his harsh words.
He looked at her a moment more then turned back to leave.
"What are you going to do to me?" Quistis asked to his retreating back.
She saw a small shrug before he answered, "What should I do?" With that he walked out the door, not waiting for an answer.
Seifer stopped just outside and took a deep breath. 'Why did it have to be her?' he thought looking up at the swiftly moving clouds in the night sky. "Hyne, someone up there must really hate me."
Seifer sighed then moved over to where Mole stood talking to his driver. The two men turned their attention to him as he approached.
"So whatcha want me to do with the girl?" Mole asked.
"I" Seifer rubbed his forehead as he thought, "want you…to bring her to my place." If Mole thought it was a strange request he knew better then to say anything. Seifer reached into the inside pocket of his leather coat and pulled out a vial of clear liquid, "Here. Give this to her in that water she asked for." He tossed it to Mole.
"What if she wont take it?" Mole asked.
Seifer raised an eyebrow and locked eyes with the other man, "Make Her."
"Yes sir, Mr. Almasy." Mole agreed.
Without another word Seifer nodded at his driver. The man opened the door of the long black sedan and Seifer slid onto the leather seat. Before the door closed Seifer spoke once more in a deceptively mild tone, "Don't screw this up."
Mole watched as the black sedan slipped into the dark night.
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Quistis watched Mole walk across the room towards her. She sat there trying to look calm as one thought screamed through her mind. 'Seifer. Oh Hyne, not Seifer.'
Mole stopped in front of her and she could see he held a bottle of water.
Well missy, Mr. Almasy must like you. He said I was to give you that water you asked for." He held the water up to her lips so that she was forced to either drink or choke on it.
Mole gave her a sly smile "Now, ain't that better?" he asked taking the water away after she drank some.
Quistis glared up at the sleazy little man. "So, now what? Are you going to kill me, too?"
"Kill you too? I ain't killed nobody," Mole answered looking indignant.
Quistis blinked. She wanted to argue with what Mole had just said but she couldn't remember why. "I…I," she started to say then yawned. Were there two Mole's standing in front of her now. Her head was becoming heavy. 'What's wrong with me' was her last thought.
Mole watched in satisfaction as Quistis's head fell forward and she slipped into unconsciousness. When he was sure she was out, Mole took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuff from around one of her wrists then pulled her hands in front of her and replaced the cuffs.
"Ok girlie, time for a little trip," he chuckled, and then throwing her over his shoulder walked from the room, whistling a tune.
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"Where to, Mr. Almasy?" the driver asked looking in the rear view mirror at the man lounging in back.
Seifer looked out the window, "It's time to go see Mr. Lladro."
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A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. They are always appreciated. =0.0=
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"Seifer?" Quistis said in a trembling voice. Not wanting to believe what her eyes were telling her. 'Is he here to save me?' a stab of hope racing through her then disappearing as she looked at him, 'No, he looks too comfortable with that weasel. Besides how would he know I was here if…'
He stood there looking down at her calmly for a moment without speaking. His green eyes glittered dangerously when he started to speak. "I was told that there has been a woman coming into the club asking questions," he said softly stepping closer to her. "Funny thing though, I never expected it to be you."
While Seifer talked, Quistis couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked standing there. She hadn't seen him in almost 3 years. He hadn't changed drastically but there were little things. His scar had faded, his hair was a little longer, and he'd traded in his trademark gray coat for a black leather duster.
He reached out and ran his fingertips along the side of her face where Mole had slapped her. "What happened here, Mole?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her.
"She tried to get away," the other man defended.
Quistis saw a glint of amusement in Seifer's eyes. "This girl...handcuffed to a chair…tried to get away? From you, Mole?" Seifer asked, baiting the other man.
"Yeah, she tricked me. Said she needed some water, and being the nice guy I am…" Mole gave her a sly smile "I went to get some. When I got back she'd hid" he swung his arm out in a wide gesture "back there."
"So…you did…what?" Seifer turned to him, raising his eyebrow.
"I-I just showed her who's in charge," Mole answered nervously.
"And who would that be?" Seifer asked.
"We-well you are, boss," Mole answered, looking a little uneasy.
"Um hm, and what did I tell you?" Seifer stood looking at the other man, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, you said…" Mole shuffled his feet nervously, "not to touch her. But she …"
"Enough!" Seifer hissed.
Quistis bit her lip as she watched the two men talk. Well at least now she knew how she'd been found out. 'Seifer.' Of course when he'd seen her, he must have known. It was no wonder they'd lost two other SeeD's on this mission.
"Wait for me outside," Quistis heard Seifer order, bringing her back to the present situation. Seifer turned back and stood looking down at her. It hit her then. Maybe Seifer had changed more then she had at first thought. Where was the smirk, the sarcastic remarks? For a moment she even thought she saw sadness in his eyes.
"You shouldn't have come here, Quistis," Seifer said softly. "He shouldn't have sent you." She watched in disbelief as he turned and started to walk away.
"Seifer…" she saw him stop "…Why?"
Quistis didn't think he was going to answer her at first. But then he turned to face her once more, with a bitter laugh.
"Why? You want to know why?" Seifer walked quickly back to where she sat. Spreading his arms out in a sweeping fashion he said, "I'm what everyone expected me to be…you, them, the world gave me no other option."
Quistis was shocked by the bitterness of his words. "But this…this life?"
Seifer cut her off, "Oh Quistis, are you still living under the illusion that everything is black and white," he laughed at her, "everything's gray here, baby." She didn't know what to say in response to his harsh words.
He looked at her a moment more then turned back to leave.
"What are you going to do to me?" Quistis asked to his retreating back.
She saw a small shrug before he answered, "What should I do?" With that he walked out the door, not waiting for an answer.
Seifer stopped just outside and took a deep breath. 'Why did it have to be her?' he thought looking up at the swiftly moving clouds in the night sky. "Hyne, someone up there must really hate me."
Seifer sighed then moved over to where Mole stood talking to his driver. The two men turned their attention to him as he approached.
"So whatcha want me to do with the girl?" Mole asked.
"I" Seifer rubbed his forehead as he thought, "want you…to bring her to my place." If Mole thought it was a strange request he knew better then to say anything. Seifer reached into the inside pocket of his leather coat and pulled out a vial of clear liquid, "Here. Give this to her in that water she asked for." He tossed it to Mole.
"What if she wont take it?" Mole asked.
Seifer raised an eyebrow and locked eyes with the other man, "Make Her."
"Yes sir, Mr. Almasy." Mole agreed.
Without another word Seifer nodded at his driver. The man opened the door of the long black sedan and Seifer slid onto the leather seat. Before the door closed Seifer spoke once more in a deceptively mild tone, "Don't screw this up."
Mole watched as the black sedan slipped into the dark night.
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Quistis watched Mole walk across the room towards her. She sat there trying to look calm as one thought screamed through her mind. 'Seifer. Oh Hyne, not Seifer.'
Mole stopped in front of her and she could see he held a bottle of water.
Well missy, Mr. Almasy must like you. He said I was to give you that water you asked for." He held the water up to her lips so that she was forced to either drink or choke on it.
Mole gave her a sly smile "Now, ain't that better?" he asked taking the water away after she drank some.
Quistis glared up at the sleazy little man. "So, now what? Are you going to kill me, too?"
"Kill you too? I ain't killed nobody," Mole answered looking indignant.
Quistis blinked. She wanted to argue with what Mole had just said but she couldn't remember why. "I…I," she started to say then yawned. Were there two Mole's standing in front of her now. Her head was becoming heavy. 'What's wrong with me' was her last thought.
Mole watched in satisfaction as Quistis's head fell forward and she slipped into unconsciousness. When he was sure she was out, Mole took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuff from around one of her wrists then pulled her hands in front of her and replaced the cuffs.
"Ok girlie, time for a little trip," he chuckled, and then throwing her over his shoulder walked from the room, whistling a tune.
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"Where to, Mr. Almasy?" the driver asked looking in the rear view mirror at the man lounging in back.
Seifer looked out the window, "It's time to go see Mr. Lladro."
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A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. They are always appreciated. =0.0=
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