Chapter 5
"Huh?" Quistis paused in mid rant unsure of what this man standing in front of her had just asked.
"I asked, if you would like some breakfast," Harris repeated.
Quistis looked at him suspiciously, "Are you going to drug me again?"
"Drug you? No I don't think so," Harris answered looking momentarily confused.
"Because you people cant fool me that easy again," Quistis said narrowing her eyes, angrily and putting her hands on her hips as she spoke.
Harris gave Quistis a bemused look, "Ok you found me out. I was going to give you coffee, maybe even a muffin, but you shot my evil plan all to hell."
Quistis was so angry with Seifer right now that she wanted to take it out on this man but his teasing manner confused her.
"And you call yourself a bad guy," she scoffed at him.
"For some reason Mr. Almasy has brought you into his home, which he never does. So I will treat you as a guest but make no mistake, Miss Trepe, I will do whatever I have to do to protect my boss." Quistis saw the deadly look in his eyes, as Harris spoke.
"Now would you care for anything?" Harris asked, smiling once again.
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After Quistis ate she paced around the room. It was a spacious bedroom but it still felt confining. She stopped at one of the large windows and watched the wind toss rain spatters across the glass, before resuming her restless movement.
'Why would Seifer bring me here, lock me up and then ignore me,' Quistis thought, frustrated. 'Why didn't he kill me, like the others that were sent?' There were no answers to be had and the same questions repeating over and over in her mind were giving her another headache.
"Ok, Quistis, you cant escape at the moment. Can't get any answers until 'Mr. Almasy' decides to come back. Whenever that'll be. So now what," she grumbled to herself as she looked around.
Her eyes fell on the bathroom door, "Fine you want me to play a waiting game," she marched into the room and flipped on the light. She stepped in front the mirror and looked at herself. Making a face she turned away, walking to the oversized marble tub she turned on the taps adjusting the water to her liking. Then she slipped out of her clothes and into the tub.
Quistis smiled when she noticed bubble bath sitting on the side shelf. She poured a generous amount into the running water and soon the soft foam surrounded her. She leaned back with a sigh and closed her eyes. 'I'll wait right here.'
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Seifer sat in his car with his head resting against the seat and his eyes closed. The sound of the rain beating down on the roof filled the otherwise silent space.
They all knew how dangerous this life was, but it didn't make it any easier to look at the blank stare of a man you'd sent into an ambush. 'Damn, it was suppose to be a simple meeting,' he thought.
Seifer sighed then opened his eyes. Leaning forward he picked up the phone off the seat next to him and punched in a number. He listened to it ring several times before it was picked up at the other end.
"Franco, it's Seifer," he listened to the other man, "You heard?" He looked out through the windshield while he listened to Franco talk. "I agree. We can't let them get away with this. How would you like me to handle it?"
After several minutes Seifer ended the call but was reluctant to start his car and go home. 'She' was there and that was a whole different situation. Life had been so much easier just last week. The Dragons were causing problems but nothing he couldn't take care of. And Quistis. She had been a distant memory. 'Now I'm about to be in the middle of a turf war and Quistis is…is waiting at my house. How did that happen?' He thought letting out a frustrated breath.
Seifer knew he couldn't put it off any longer. They had to talk. Starting the car he pulled away from the curb and into the busy morning traffic.
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"Harris" Seifer acknowledged as he stepped in the door and was greeted by the other man. "Were there any problems with my 'guest'?" he asked taking off his coat.
"No Sir," Harris said with a slight smile.
"I'll bet," Seifer said, a knowing grin slipping on to his face as he walked to the closet and hung his coat up.
"Miss Trepe demanded to see you but I explained to her that you were out," Harris paused as Seifer chuckled at this. "Then I brought her some breakfast and everything has been quiet since."
Turning to Harris Seifer said with a smirk "And I wonder how much you left out. Quistis can be anything but meek when she wants something."
"It sounds like you know her well," Harris observed.
"Yes, we grew up together. She was my Instructor when I was at Garden," he replied then finished in his head, 'and one of the people that turned her back on me.'
"Well anyway…" Seifer and Harris talked a few minutes about what had happened this morning and what was to come before Seifer dismissed the other man.
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Seifer took a deep breath as he stood outside room where Quistis was being kept. This wasn't going to be easy. He didn't even know why he'd brought her here. There were several places he could have taken her besides his own home but for reasons he didn't want to think about he couldn't see holding her in a grimy damp cell or a cold warehouse. 'Maybe I'm getting soft,' he questioned himself, 'Nah, I'd put Squall or Zell there no problem' '…then why not Quistis,' a little voice asked.
"Shut up," Seifer mumbled as he unlocked the door and swung it open carefully, in case she was waiting to ambush him. He looked around the empty room, frowning. 'Harris said she was still in here,' he thought 'so where could she hide?'
Still looking around, Seifer noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar and moved over to it. Toeing it open he glanced inside, seeing the lights on.
There she was. A golden goddess in all her glory reclining under a sea of bubbles. She had her eyes closed and one arm stretched out along the pale marble rim of the tub.
Seifer's heart thumped loudly while he moved in an almost silent trance as he was drawn to her. When he reached Quistis, his knees bent of their own violation until he was kneeling beside her.
Reaching out, he couldn't stopped himself if he'd wanted to, his fingertips brushed along her arm gently. 'So soft,' went through his mind as his eyes stayed trained on her face.
Slowly Quistis's eyes opened. Hazy with sleep they stared into his. "Seifer?" she questioned softly. Seifer jerked his hand back hastily, the spell broken by the sound of her whisper.
Grabbing a towel that was neatly folded next to the tub, he tossed it at her. "We need to talk. Now," he said gruffly as he stood abruptly and strode into the other room.
'What in Hyne's name did I just do,' he thought, running a shaky hand through his damp hair as he heard the door slam behind him.
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A/N: Thanks for the great reviews. I always appreciate them. =0.0=
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"Huh?" Quistis paused in mid rant unsure of what this man standing in front of her had just asked.
"I asked, if you would like some breakfast," Harris repeated.
Quistis looked at him suspiciously, "Are you going to drug me again?"
"Drug you? No I don't think so," Harris answered looking momentarily confused.
"Because you people cant fool me that easy again," Quistis said narrowing her eyes, angrily and putting her hands on her hips as she spoke.
Harris gave Quistis a bemused look, "Ok you found me out. I was going to give you coffee, maybe even a muffin, but you shot my evil plan all to hell."
Quistis was so angry with Seifer right now that she wanted to take it out on this man but his teasing manner confused her.
"And you call yourself a bad guy," she scoffed at him.
"For some reason Mr. Almasy has brought you into his home, which he never does. So I will treat you as a guest but make no mistake, Miss Trepe, I will do whatever I have to do to protect my boss." Quistis saw the deadly look in his eyes, as Harris spoke.
"Now would you care for anything?" Harris asked, smiling once again.
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After Quistis ate she paced around the room. It was a spacious bedroom but it still felt confining. She stopped at one of the large windows and watched the wind toss rain spatters across the glass, before resuming her restless movement.
'Why would Seifer bring me here, lock me up and then ignore me,' Quistis thought, frustrated. 'Why didn't he kill me, like the others that were sent?' There were no answers to be had and the same questions repeating over and over in her mind were giving her another headache.
"Ok, Quistis, you cant escape at the moment. Can't get any answers until 'Mr. Almasy' decides to come back. Whenever that'll be. So now what," she grumbled to herself as she looked around.
Her eyes fell on the bathroom door, "Fine you want me to play a waiting game," she marched into the room and flipped on the light. She stepped in front the mirror and looked at herself. Making a face she turned away, walking to the oversized marble tub she turned on the taps adjusting the water to her liking. Then she slipped out of her clothes and into the tub.
Quistis smiled when she noticed bubble bath sitting on the side shelf. She poured a generous amount into the running water and soon the soft foam surrounded her. She leaned back with a sigh and closed her eyes. 'I'll wait right here.'
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Seifer sat in his car with his head resting against the seat and his eyes closed. The sound of the rain beating down on the roof filled the otherwise silent space.
They all knew how dangerous this life was, but it didn't make it any easier to look at the blank stare of a man you'd sent into an ambush. 'Damn, it was suppose to be a simple meeting,' he thought.
Seifer sighed then opened his eyes. Leaning forward he picked up the phone off the seat next to him and punched in a number. He listened to it ring several times before it was picked up at the other end.
"Franco, it's Seifer," he listened to the other man, "You heard?" He looked out through the windshield while he listened to Franco talk. "I agree. We can't let them get away with this. How would you like me to handle it?"
After several minutes Seifer ended the call but was reluctant to start his car and go home. 'She' was there and that was a whole different situation. Life had been so much easier just last week. The Dragons were causing problems but nothing he couldn't take care of. And Quistis. She had been a distant memory. 'Now I'm about to be in the middle of a turf war and Quistis is…is waiting at my house. How did that happen?' He thought letting out a frustrated breath.
Seifer knew he couldn't put it off any longer. They had to talk. Starting the car he pulled away from the curb and into the busy morning traffic.
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"Harris" Seifer acknowledged as he stepped in the door and was greeted by the other man. "Were there any problems with my 'guest'?" he asked taking off his coat.
"No Sir," Harris said with a slight smile.
"I'll bet," Seifer said, a knowing grin slipping on to his face as he walked to the closet and hung his coat up.
"Miss Trepe demanded to see you but I explained to her that you were out," Harris paused as Seifer chuckled at this. "Then I brought her some breakfast and everything has been quiet since."
Turning to Harris Seifer said with a smirk "And I wonder how much you left out. Quistis can be anything but meek when she wants something."
"It sounds like you know her well," Harris observed.
"Yes, we grew up together. She was my Instructor when I was at Garden," he replied then finished in his head, 'and one of the people that turned her back on me.'
"Well anyway…" Seifer and Harris talked a few minutes about what had happened this morning and what was to come before Seifer dismissed the other man.
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Seifer took a deep breath as he stood outside room where Quistis was being kept. This wasn't going to be easy. He didn't even know why he'd brought her here. There were several places he could have taken her besides his own home but for reasons he didn't want to think about he couldn't see holding her in a grimy damp cell or a cold warehouse. 'Maybe I'm getting soft,' he questioned himself, 'Nah, I'd put Squall or Zell there no problem' '…then why not Quistis,' a little voice asked.
"Shut up," Seifer mumbled as he unlocked the door and swung it open carefully, in case she was waiting to ambush him. He looked around the empty room, frowning. 'Harris said she was still in here,' he thought 'so where could she hide?'
Still looking around, Seifer noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar and moved over to it. Toeing it open he glanced inside, seeing the lights on.
There she was. A golden goddess in all her glory reclining under a sea of bubbles. She had her eyes closed and one arm stretched out along the pale marble rim of the tub.
Seifer's heart thumped loudly while he moved in an almost silent trance as he was drawn to her. When he reached Quistis, his knees bent of their own violation until he was kneeling beside her.
Reaching out, he couldn't stopped himself if he'd wanted to, his fingertips brushed along her arm gently. 'So soft,' went through his mind as his eyes stayed trained on her face.
Slowly Quistis's eyes opened. Hazy with sleep they stared into his. "Seifer?" she questioned softly. Seifer jerked his hand back hastily, the spell broken by the sound of her whisper.
Grabbing a towel that was neatly folded next to the tub, he tossed it at her. "We need to talk. Now," he said gruffly as he stood abruptly and strode into the other room.
'What in Hyne's name did I just do,' he thought, running a shaky hand through his damp hair as he heard the door slam behind him.
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A/N: Thanks for the great reviews. I always appreciate them. =0.0=
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