CHP 4. DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
"Wake up, wake up!"
A voice of a lady called as he felt that something landed upon his face.
'What on Hyne's sake?! I was just asleep for an hour!!!'
BONK!!
Seifer jumped straight up from his bed and open his eyes wide. He looked to the side of his bed and noticed that someone was staring at him, hands on hips. The figure was wearing black vinyl clothes with straight blonde strands of hair hanging to its back. "Quistis?" He shook his head and shut his eyes tight. Inside he was still craving to threw himself back to the pillow and bury himself deep into his army-textured sheet. Really, he was still half awake and his eyelids were still heavy. "What the hell.? What's the matter with you, showing up in the break of dawn in a tight vinyl miniskirt? If you want to seduce me go ahead and find some other time. I'm really.... really.... really.... sleepy right now."
Quistis frowned. "Seduce you? In your dreams. Now I'll give you 10 more minutes to pamper yourself up and then we'll leave for Dollet as soon as possible." She instructed in a strong tone before she turned her back to leave.
"Hold on a sec," he blurted out, pausing her from taking another step, "I forgot... I haven't packed my stuff. Shit." He cussed under his breath while he snapped his fingers.
Smiling, Quistis turned to look and him and rested her back towards the doorframe. "I knew you, Seifer, so lucky you I had it done for you. Everything's set, you just go and get yourself a shower and then we'll leave as soon as possible."
'Packed? Is she crazy or what?' He bit his lower lip and grabbed his towel. 'But does that means that she packed my boxers and stuff?! Oh Hyne.' He scowled in his heart.
"Oh by the way, I already prepared the clothes that you'll be using for today. It's in the closet. Have fun. Oh. that leaves you only 9 minutes," she took a glance at her watch.
"You're insane!!!" and with that he rushed to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself and washed his blonde strands of hair.
***
Seifer knew he was running late, and it was all because of the silly suit that Quistis loaned to him. Such a disgrace, he had to wear another pair of formals. Just when he thought the nightmares are over, it's all coming back to him. Why is life so unfair?
Quistis and the other members were standing in front of the gate. Irvine, another familiar face, was leaning towards the vehicle. "You're so damn late, dude." He points his index and his thumb towards him and tilted it as if he was pulling the trigger of a gun.
"For Hyne's sake it's just 3 minutes!"
"You should've been given detentions for this, Seifer." Quistis walked over towards him, her hair clipped just like the way she usually was. "But you were forgiven because you're the squad leader. We wouldn't have gone without you anyway." She laughed softly. "Besides it's 5:40 in the morning anyway and the mission should've start at 6. Why so hurrying, Mr. Larsson?" Her tone was full of sarcasm and taunts.
This is it, she was driving him out of his head. How he wished he could just jump and beat her up, but he couldn't. He couldn't possibly do that anyway, unless he's totally out of his mind. "You're nuts. If you're a male I'll slash you in two."
"Unfortunately am not." She snickered. "Why so furious? We'll have more time to have fun if we start sooner anyway."
"Not!" The scarred face youth hollered aloud as he pointed his sword.
Quistis raised her arms. "Relax, Seifer. Loosen yourself. Please, let's just go. Our train will depart at 6:15. We have approximately 20 minutes to reach there. Let's just go, shall we?"
Thinking that there's no other better option than to follow her words, he jumped into the car. "Okay, we'll proceed the mission now. We'll meet in the Balamb train station and be sure to catch on the train scheduled on your ticket. Godspeed, my friends." She instructed before she followed Seifer into the car.
***
"Attention passengers. The train heading for Dollet City will depart immediately. We will be closing the doors in any moment. Thank you." Seifer and Quistis were already sitting in the passenger seats. They were sitting right next to each other.
"Why can't we just sit in the special room that's reserved for SeeD members? After all we're elites." He growled as he crossed his arms.
Quistis sighed, bored of his complaints. "We can't, it'll blew our covers." She simply answered. "Besides it's good enough. I bought executive class tickets."
Still sleepy, Seifer tried to find a comfy spot so that he could sleep well, since the journey in the train will last for approximately 2 and half hours. "Geez. I need to sleep. I barely can open my eyes and it is all because of you, ya know."
The young instructor took another deep breath. She only shook her head slowly and then stretched her arms and pushed Seifer's head to her shoulder which was covered by her blonde tresses. "There."
"Thanks." He tried to smile even though he knew that Quistis couldn't possibly notice 'em. And soon after that he drifted into his deep sleep. She couldn't help to giggle to herself looking at how innocent this man beside him could look when he is fast asleep. Soon she realized one other thing: he's not that bad after all. Even though he's sometimes a pain in the neck, deep inside he's really made of good stuff. Besides he's still growing up. Perhaps time will help him improve his maturity.
The journey seemed so long without conversations. Quistis couldn't help to fall asleep after gazing the views outside the window (which is nothing since they're running through an underwater track). "Psst," whispered an old lady who sits right across the two, "they look sweet don't they?" said her to his husband.
"Well we once were that sweet, honey." He smiled, flashing his almost-bare teeth.
***
They finally arrived in the hotel. Carrying their suitcases, the two walked towards the reception table, covered in marble. "Remember," Quistis whispered to Seifer in a tense tone, "from now we are undercover. Act as natural as can be and remember, one mistake can trigger failure. And we are on our own whenever we are inside this hotel. The others are spread across the city. Don't worry, we have transmitters to communicate with them."
"I'll try." He retorted lazily as he approached the receptionists.
The women in black suit smiled. "Good morning. What can I do to help you?"
"Ah," Quistis looked shortly at her 'partner' and gave him a stern look, saying that she'll cover this. "I'm here to check in. I booked under the name of Larsson. Is the room available?"
"Larsson? Ah! It's here," she exclaimed in excitement.
'This girl reminds me of Selphie,' Seifer said to himself in his mind.
"So you must be Mr. Larsson," she pointed at Seifer. He only smiled plainly. "Hehe. You got yourself a pretty wife, Mr. Larsson. And you are also a good-looking fellow!"
"Wife?! Hell-" Before he could finish his sentence, Quistis pinched his waist, hard. Seifer winced in pain. "Hell. Hell yea she is pretty. Hehe." (sweatdrop)
The women laughed. "So glad you two are so close, cause you really look good together!!" She then covers her mouth. "Oops.. I think I said too much."
'Yes you did, you moron!!'
"Okay. Here is your room number, 1103. My friend here, Steward, will help you with the baggage. Please, Mr. Steward, show them their room." She smiled and bowed. Quistis thanked her and followed the bellboy into their room.
"This will be your room, thank you very much for staying with us. Enjoy your stay." He quickly left.
"Oh Hyne!!!!!!" Seifer howled aloud.
"What's the matter?" Quickly Quistis ran towards him, who was standing before the bathroom, pointing at the door.
"They ain't got no locks!! And besides that, there's a big gap right over there!! For Hyne's sake..." Words halted from coming out of his lips. He was stuttering.
"Well this is what honeymoon hotels look like, Seifer, relax." She giggled, noticing how foolish he looked just then.
"But then how are we. we."
"Relax. It's not like I'm going to peep over the openings or something. Likewise, that goes to you too."
"......"
"So take a rest. Tonight we'll have a candlelight dinner at an outdoor restaurant with a seashore view." She threw herself into the couch and crossed her legs.
"Geez. Do we have to? Let's just order a room service or whatever."
Quistis narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "Are you trying to break your orders again, Mr. Larsson? Otherwise you'll be serving detentions."
".I should've stepped back out of this. This is hell on earth." He sighed and then threw himself onto the bed.
"Whatever. Just go to sleep and I'll wake you up whenever we're about to go." She stood and fixed her knot of hair.
"Just where are you going?"
"Shopping."
***
The clock arms were already pointing at 11 minutes before seven. The two disguised couple was walking down in their coats heading for the seaside outdoor classy restaurant. The moon was full and high and the wind was blowing smoothly, caressing their tresses. "It's getting cold in here, huh?" Quistis, who was just strolling along beside her "husband" said as she tilted her head to look up at the stars above. "I bet in a few days the whole city will be snowing." Seifer kept quiet. He was looking at his own feet as he walked. Perhaps he wasn't listening to what she had mentioned before and got carried away in his thoughts. Quistis turned her head and smiled at him. Maybe for now silence is what they all needed, but she couldn't help but ask. "Are you feeling okay? Feeling a lil' bit cold or something?" Still Seifer didn't give a reply. He kept his head down facing his pair of feet. "Seifer.?" She nudged her shoulder and then gently she ran her hand through his hair.
"Huh? What?" He finally broke out of his silence and looked at her. "Yeah I'm okay. Just feeling hungry, that's what."
"Well we're here, you know," she spread her arms wide and then smiled at him as she moved her head to point the direction of the restaurant's entrance. Seifer smiled and then turned his back and stood right before her. "Come on let's get inside," she grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. Quickly she opened her coat and placed it on the hanger on the side of the doorframe before she helped Seifer took his off.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" A waitress in pigtails approached them and offered help. Quistis nodded. The waitress led them to the reception table, followed by the two. Seifer glanced around and spotted a band singing off swing beats on the stage and then a group of people dancing on the floor, surrounded by occupied tables. The music of smooth jazz was playing, mixed with the rhythms of the waves hugging the sands of the beach and the laughter of the guests. Everything looked so busy and alive.
"I've booked a table for two under the name of Larsson. Is it available yet?"
"2 for Larsson?" She flipped over a page in the book and them lifted her head and smiled. "Well yes. Please come this way." She then led them to an empty table for two and pulled out a lighter from her pocket to light the candle. She handed them the menus and then left to welcome another guests.
"Never seen you in a gown. Are those new?" Seifer softly asked as his fingers run through the gentle leather-covered menu.
Quistis smiled. "Well no, I've had this for a long time. It's just that everything's filled with all those Garden schedules so I just don't have time to wear 'em."
"Well that's right I haven't seen this side of your personality. All I've seen are those boring SeeD uniforms and your casual battling dress. Nothing more. You didn't even wear dresses when it was Garden Festival."
The Instructor closed her eyes and smiled wide, showing her perfect white teeth. "Well then now you see, and every woman has their feminine side. I know I just don't fit with these night gowns." She bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes a bit after letting out a sigh.
"No! I didn't mention about you not looking good in that dress. I said it's kinda weird FOR ME to see you in gowns." Deep inside he left something out. He really wanted to tell her that she really looked gorgeous tonight. Quistis brightened up a bit.
"Ready to order?" A waiter in black vest approached their table, holding a pen and paper in his hand. Quistis looked at Seifer and nodded.
"I'll have barbeque sauce salmon steak with Caesar salad please," Seifer made his order and then he turned towards Quistis. She whispered her the orders and then he said it to the waiter. Soon after a few lines of conversation the orders came. As they continue to eat, they noticed that couples were heading back and forth to the floor to dance into the melodies of the ballads played by the artists on the stage. Sooner or later they noticed that they're the only couple left who had finished the dinner and still sitting in the tables. The others were old woman or men or just singles or children.
"Come on everybody let's dance 'till midnight!! Hey the two of you, the beautiful blonde lady in black dress and the man in gray coat! I'm inviting you to join us!!" The singer with curly hair said aloud between the break of the current song. He was addressing Seifer and Quistis who were just doing nothing in their seat.
"Wanna dance?" Quistis asked as she arched her brow. She placed her napkin from her lap to the table.
"Hell no," Seifer grunted and turned his head. He was too full to dance.
Quistis smiled. She looked towards the direction of the singer who seemed to be waiting for them. "I'm sorry but my husband here can't dance," she said in a loud tone, louder than the music itself. Seifer widened his eyes in shock and looked around. Everybody was laughing softly. In Dollet, dancing is a must. Those who can't dance are just pure lamers, especially when they're married. Seifer stared at Quistis with those pair of killer eyes. She only giggled to herself.
"Laugh you want! I CAN dance!" Quickly he grabbed her hands and pulled her into the dancefloor. The band, which was playing jazz music were now playing R&B ballad songs. "I'll show you," he warned her with a smirk. Quistis didn't expect this. Never thought trouble guys like him ever risked his time to learn dancing. He placed his arms around her waist and a hand on her shoulder. His movement was as smooth as velvet. Quistis feel that they were drifting on air, dancing. They were moving in the rhythms of Ruff Endz's Someone To Love You. Beneath the pale moonlight, the two were waltzing beautifully on the marble base. Their reflections were floating on the floor, decorated with the sparkling stars and the moonlight. Everybody who passed them mesmerized their eyes at them, as if they were put on to a spell. And somehow Quistis found peace when his muscled arms wrapped her, feeling more than protected.
Just when the music had ended, Seifer loosened his arms and turned his back to walk back to his seat. But before he managed to take a step, Quistis grabbed his hand and pulled him. She gave him a smile and then wrapped her arms around his neck. "What? Got addicted to dancing?" He then waltzed with her until midnight.
A-N:: quite a long chap, huh??? Basically just describes the first day of their journey in Dollet. THX for those who RnR. ^__^
"Wake up, wake up!"
A voice of a lady called as he felt that something landed upon his face.
'What on Hyne's sake?! I was just asleep for an hour!!!'
BONK!!
Seifer jumped straight up from his bed and open his eyes wide. He looked to the side of his bed and noticed that someone was staring at him, hands on hips. The figure was wearing black vinyl clothes with straight blonde strands of hair hanging to its back. "Quistis?" He shook his head and shut his eyes tight. Inside he was still craving to threw himself back to the pillow and bury himself deep into his army-textured sheet. Really, he was still half awake and his eyelids were still heavy. "What the hell.? What's the matter with you, showing up in the break of dawn in a tight vinyl miniskirt? If you want to seduce me go ahead and find some other time. I'm really.... really.... really.... sleepy right now."
Quistis frowned. "Seduce you? In your dreams. Now I'll give you 10 more minutes to pamper yourself up and then we'll leave for Dollet as soon as possible." She instructed in a strong tone before she turned her back to leave.
"Hold on a sec," he blurted out, pausing her from taking another step, "I forgot... I haven't packed my stuff. Shit." He cussed under his breath while he snapped his fingers.
Smiling, Quistis turned to look and him and rested her back towards the doorframe. "I knew you, Seifer, so lucky you I had it done for you. Everything's set, you just go and get yourself a shower and then we'll leave as soon as possible."
'Packed? Is she crazy or what?' He bit his lower lip and grabbed his towel. 'But does that means that she packed my boxers and stuff?! Oh Hyne.' He scowled in his heart.
"Oh by the way, I already prepared the clothes that you'll be using for today. It's in the closet. Have fun. Oh. that leaves you only 9 minutes," she took a glance at her watch.
"You're insane!!!" and with that he rushed to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself and washed his blonde strands of hair.
***
Seifer knew he was running late, and it was all because of the silly suit that Quistis loaned to him. Such a disgrace, he had to wear another pair of formals. Just when he thought the nightmares are over, it's all coming back to him. Why is life so unfair?
Quistis and the other members were standing in front of the gate. Irvine, another familiar face, was leaning towards the vehicle. "You're so damn late, dude." He points his index and his thumb towards him and tilted it as if he was pulling the trigger of a gun.
"For Hyne's sake it's just 3 minutes!"
"You should've been given detentions for this, Seifer." Quistis walked over towards him, her hair clipped just like the way she usually was. "But you were forgiven because you're the squad leader. We wouldn't have gone without you anyway." She laughed softly. "Besides it's 5:40 in the morning anyway and the mission should've start at 6. Why so hurrying, Mr. Larsson?" Her tone was full of sarcasm and taunts.
This is it, she was driving him out of his head. How he wished he could just jump and beat her up, but he couldn't. He couldn't possibly do that anyway, unless he's totally out of his mind. "You're nuts. If you're a male I'll slash you in two."
"Unfortunately am not." She snickered. "Why so furious? We'll have more time to have fun if we start sooner anyway."
"Not!" The scarred face youth hollered aloud as he pointed his sword.
Quistis raised her arms. "Relax, Seifer. Loosen yourself. Please, let's just go. Our train will depart at 6:15. We have approximately 20 minutes to reach there. Let's just go, shall we?"
Thinking that there's no other better option than to follow her words, he jumped into the car. "Okay, we'll proceed the mission now. We'll meet in the Balamb train station and be sure to catch on the train scheduled on your ticket. Godspeed, my friends." She instructed before she followed Seifer into the car.
***
"Attention passengers. The train heading for Dollet City will depart immediately. We will be closing the doors in any moment. Thank you." Seifer and Quistis were already sitting in the passenger seats. They were sitting right next to each other.
"Why can't we just sit in the special room that's reserved for SeeD members? After all we're elites." He growled as he crossed his arms.
Quistis sighed, bored of his complaints. "We can't, it'll blew our covers." She simply answered. "Besides it's good enough. I bought executive class tickets."
Still sleepy, Seifer tried to find a comfy spot so that he could sleep well, since the journey in the train will last for approximately 2 and half hours. "Geez. I need to sleep. I barely can open my eyes and it is all because of you, ya know."
The young instructor took another deep breath. She only shook her head slowly and then stretched her arms and pushed Seifer's head to her shoulder which was covered by her blonde tresses. "There."
"Thanks." He tried to smile even though he knew that Quistis couldn't possibly notice 'em. And soon after that he drifted into his deep sleep. She couldn't help to giggle to herself looking at how innocent this man beside him could look when he is fast asleep. Soon she realized one other thing: he's not that bad after all. Even though he's sometimes a pain in the neck, deep inside he's really made of good stuff. Besides he's still growing up. Perhaps time will help him improve his maturity.
The journey seemed so long without conversations. Quistis couldn't help to fall asleep after gazing the views outside the window (which is nothing since they're running through an underwater track). "Psst," whispered an old lady who sits right across the two, "they look sweet don't they?" said her to his husband.
"Well we once were that sweet, honey." He smiled, flashing his almost-bare teeth.
***
They finally arrived in the hotel. Carrying their suitcases, the two walked towards the reception table, covered in marble. "Remember," Quistis whispered to Seifer in a tense tone, "from now we are undercover. Act as natural as can be and remember, one mistake can trigger failure. And we are on our own whenever we are inside this hotel. The others are spread across the city. Don't worry, we have transmitters to communicate with them."
"I'll try." He retorted lazily as he approached the receptionists.
The women in black suit smiled. "Good morning. What can I do to help you?"
"Ah," Quistis looked shortly at her 'partner' and gave him a stern look, saying that she'll cover this. "I'm here to check in. I booked under the name of Larsson. Is the room available?"
"Larsson? Ah! It's here," she exclaimed in excitement.
'This girl reminds me of Selphie,' Seifer said to himself in his mind.
"So you must be Mr. Larsson," she pointed at Seifer. He only smiled plainly. "Hehe. You got yourself a pretty wife, Mr. Larsson. And you are also a good-looking fellow!"
"Wife?! Hell-" Before he could finish his sentence, Quistis pinched his waist, hard. Seifer winced in pain. "Hell. Hell yea she is pretty. Hehe." (sweatdrop)
The women laughed. "So glad you two are so close, cause you really look good together!!" She then covers her mouth. "Oops.. I think I said too much."
'Yes you did, you moron!!'
"Okay. Here is your room number, 1103. My friend here, Steward, will help you with the baggage. Please, Mr. Steward, show them their room." She smiled and bowed. Quistis thanked her and followed the bellboy into their room.
"This will be your room, thank you very much for staying with us. Enjoy your stay." He quickly left.
"Oh Hyne!!!!!!" Seifer howled aloud.
"What's the matter?" Quickly Quistis ran towards him, who was standing before the bathroom, pointing at the door.
"They ain't got no locks!! And besides that, there's a big gap right over there!! For Hyne's sake..." Words halted from coming out of his lips. He was stuttering.
"Well this is what honeymoon hotels look like, Seifer, relax." She giggled, noticing how foolish he looked just then.
"But then how are we. we."
"Relax. It's not like I'm going to peep over the openings or something. Likewise, that goes to you too."
"......"
"So take a rest. Tonight we'll have a candlelight dinner at an outdoor restaurant with a seashore view." She threw herself into the couch and crossed her legs.
"Geez. Do we have to? Let's just order a room service or whatever."
Quistis narrowed her eyes and glared at him. "Are you trying to break your orders again, Mr. Larsson? Otherwise you'll be serving detentions."
".I should've stepped back out of this. This is hell on earth." He sighed and then threw himself onto the bed.
"Whatever. Just go to sleep and I'll wake you up whenever we're about to go." She stood and fixed her knot of hair.
"Just where are you going?"
"Shopping."
***
The clock arms were already pointing at 11 minutes before seven. The two disguised couple was walking down in their coats heading for the seaside outdoor classy restaurant. The moon was full and high and the wind was blowing smoothly, caressing their tresses. "It's getting cold in here, huh?" Quistis, who was just strolling along beside her "husband" said as she tilted her head to look up at the stars above. "I bet in a few days the whole city will be snowing." Seifer kept quiet. He was looking at his own feet as he walked. Perhaps he wasn't listening to what she had mentioned before and got carried away in his thoughts. Quistis turned her head and smiled at him. Maybe for now silence is what they all needed, but she couldn't help but ask. "Are you feeling okay? Feeling a lil' bit cold or something?" Still Seifer didn't give a reply. He kept his head down facing his pair of feet. "Seifer.?" She nudged her shoulder and then gently she ran her hand through his hair.
"Huh? What?" He finally broke out of his silence and looked at her. "Yeah I'm okay. Just feeling hungry, that's what."
"Well we're here, you know," she spread her arms wide and then smiled at him as she moved her head to point the direction of the restaurant's entrance. Seifer smiled and then turned his back and stood right before her. "Come on let's get inside," she grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. Quickly she opened her coat and placed it on the hanger on the side of the doorframe before she helped Seifer took his off.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" A waitress in pigtails approached them and offered help. Quistis nodded. The waitress led them to the reception table, followed by the two. Seifer glanced around and spotted a band singing off swing beats on the stage and then a group of people dancing on the floor, surrounded by occupied tables. The music of smooth jazz was playing, mixed with the rhythms of the waves hugging the sands of the beach and the laughter of the guests. Everything looked so busy and alive.
"I've booked a table for two under the name of Larsson. Is it available yet?"
"2 for Larsson?" She flipped over a page in the book and them lifted her head and smiled. "Well yes. Please come this way." She then led them to an empty table for two and pulled out a lighter from her pocket to light the candle. She handed them the menus and then left to welcome another guests.
"Never seen you in a gown. Are those new?" Seifer softly asked as his fingers run through the gentle leather-covered menu.
Quistis smiled. "Well no, I've had this for a long time. It's just that everything's filled with all those Garden schedules so I just don't have time to wear 'em."
"Well that's right I haven't seen this side of your personality. All I've seen are those boring SeeD uniforms and your casual battling dress. Nothing more. You didn't even wear dresses when it was Garden Festival."
The Instructor closed her eyes and smiled wide, showing her perfect white teeth. "Well then now you see, and every woman has their feminine side. I know I just don't fit with these night gowns." She bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes a bit after letting out a sigh.
"No! I didn't mention about you not looking good in that dress. I said it's kinda weird FOR ME to see you in gowns." Deep inside he left something out. He really wanted to tell her that she really looked gorgeous tonight. Quistis brightened up a bit.
"Ready to order?" A waiter in black vest approached their table, holding a pen and paper in his hand. Quistis looked at Seifer and nodded.
"I'll have barbeque sauce salmon steak with Caesar salad please," Seifer made his order and then he turned towards Quistis. She whispered her the orders and then he said it to the waiter. Soon after a few lines of conversation the orders came. As they continue to eat, they noticed that couples were heading back and forth to the floor to dance into the melodies of the ballads played by the artists on the stage. Sooner or later they noticed that they're the only couple left who had finished the dinner and still sitting in the tables. The others were old woman or men or just singles or children.
"Come on everybody let's dance 'till midnight!! Hey the two of you, the beautiful blonde lady in black dress and the man in gray coat! I'm inviting you to join us!!" The singer with curly hair said aloud between the break of the current song. He was addressing Seifer and Quistis who were just doing nothing in their seat.
"Wanna dance?" Quistis asked as she arched her brow. She placed her napkin from her lap to the table.
"Hell no," Seifer grunted and turned his head. He was too full to dance.
Quistis smiled. She looked towards the direction of the singer who seemed to be waiting for them. "I'm sorry but my husband here can't dance," she said in a loud tone, louder than the music itself. Seifer widened his eyes in shock and looked around. Everybody was laughing softly. In Dollet, dancing is a must. Those who can't dance are just pure lamers, especially when they're married. Seifer stared at Quistis with those pair of killer eyes. She only giggled to herself.
"Laugh you want! I CAN dance!" Quickly he grabbed her hands and pulled her into the dancefloor. The band, which was playing jazz music were now playing R&B ballad songs. "I'll show you," he warned her with a smirk. Quistis didn't expect this. Never thought trouble guys like him ever risked his time to learn dancing. He placed his arms around her waist and a hand on her shoulder. His movement was as smooth as velvet. Quistis feel that they were drifting on air, dancing. They were moving in the rhythms of Ruff Endz's Someone To Love You. Beneath the pale moonlight, the two were waltzing beautifully on the marble base. Their reflections were floating on the floor, decorated with the sparkling stars and the moonlight. Everybody who passed them mesmerized their eyes at them, as if they were put on to a spell. And somehow Quistis found peace when his muscled arms wrapped her, feeling more than protected.
Just when the music had ended, Seifer loosened his arms and turned his back to walk back to his seat. But before he managed to take a step, Quistis grabbed his hand and pulled him. She gave him a smile and then wrapped her arms around his neck. "What? Got addicted to dancing?" He then waltzed with her until midnight.
A-N:: quite a long chap, huh??? Basically just describes the first day of their journey in Dollet. THX for those who RnR. ^__^