The sky above
Part 9: Towards the edge
Author's notes: Oh my. it's been so long! And I'm sorry!!! Please forgive me, I had a serious FF-allergy for the last few months. I could not stand writing anything about Squall, Quisty and my personal sweetie Seifer. But now it's over, I'm BACK!!! Gimme the reviews, bash me for my long absence but gimme the reviews!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She lay there like a precious stone, and he would not know how much she was worth, until someone else had taken her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Quistis stumbled back into her dorm. She felt terrible. She felt, as if she had betrayed something she used to worship with all her heart. She leaned against the closed door, her face had turned white as the walls. She saw Squall's face when she closed her eyes, and she saw the scar, the horrible scar shining with intensity. She had loved Squall so much, how could she ever give into his worst enemy's seduction? Quistis covered her face with her cold hands and fell on her knees. 'Make it stop', she wished, 'make it all stop! I can't stand it anymore!' And she finally realized that her escape into Seifer's arms could not give her any relief. It only made her feel dirty, dirty and weak
If she hadn't been so confused, she might have found it amusing how a few days had turned her whole life upside down. "Quis? Are you in there?", a cool male voice asked from the outside. Quistis froze.
Could it be? Could it really be?
"Quistis? Open."
Quistis took a deep breath and stoop up. She stared a moment at the door, her hand found the knob, and she opened in shock. And the next instant, Squall stood in front of her. He opened his mouth to speak, but when the right words wouldn't come, he shut up again. Instead, he reached out and took her hand. She held her breath when he lifted it to have a closer look. "Does it hurt?"
She couldn't answer, she was still too much in shock. He tenderly held the hand he had grabbed roughly during the fight, but even though she could not say it, he had not hurt her back then. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. I saw Rinoa, and in my head, I saw her dying, and I went berserk. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know who to blame, and so I came to blame you." Her big, blue eyes watched him carefully as he spoke, and eventually, they met his. And finally, Quistis saw what she had always been trying to ignore. She saw how much he really loved Rinoa. She saw, that Rinoa was the one and only in his heart, and that there was no place for her, his Instructor. The tears welling up in her eyes made it impossible for her to look at him. She knew, as soon as she started crying, she wouldn't be able to stop again. And so she stopped before. She simply stopped. Everything, every feeling. Everything.
All the emotions rushing through her body froze immediately and left her cold and reasonable. "Leave, Squall", she told him toneless. "There is nothing you can tell me I wouldn't already know. I've learned to understand you pretty well." He kept quiet, not surprised by her answer at all. "I told Rinoa, you'd say that", he finally stated. "I told her you'd still be angry."
He let go of her hand, his blue eyes met hers, than he turned and started walking away. After only a few metres he stopped again. And with his back towards her, he said:
"What do you expect, Quistis? Do you think you becoming Seifer's whore will make me love you? What do you expect?"
A long moment of silence passed by, and the two SEEDs stayed motionless. It took both an eternity to understand what he had just said. Her, because she still hadn't fully realized that she had really spend the night with Seifer. Him, because he hadn't intended to be so rude and actually confront her with what Rinoa called "the Ridiculous Rumour". "What?", she shrieked. "How do you know?" He shook his head in disbelief. "So it's true. It's really true. You slept with him!"
This time, he did turn around. His face was red with anger, his eyes cold with disgust. "Whore!", he shouted. "Whore!" Her eyes grew wide in terror, and before she knew what she was doing, she had lifted her hand to slap him. She could not move any further, for he had grabbed her wrist again, pressing as if he intended to smash every bone. "Listen to me, and listen carefully, Instructor: You sleeping with my worst enemy will not make you happy either. And you know why? He ain't me." "Arrogant Bastard!", she hissed, though instinctively knowing that he was right. His anger vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, and he grew suspiciously calm again.
"You will regret it, Quistis. He will break you." "He may."
He instantly let go of her wrist, just as if it had suddenly become to hot for him to touch.
And without giving her a final look, he left in silence. He could not bear it, to look at her any longer. But what was happening? To her, to him? Why did he care so much about a woman he had barely noticed throughout his journeys? It was Rinoa, who had opened him up, it was her who had made him feel. But . for whom?
Squall shook his head. He didn't care about Quistis. 'So let her sleep with Seifer', he thought bitterly. If she was already stumbling, it was hers to choose whether or not she would fall. And if Seifer's arms were what she wanted, she may belonged there. But it hurt. And he did not know why.
Part 9: Towards the edge
Author's notes: Oh my. it's been so long! And I'm sorry!!! Please forgive me, I had a serious FF-allergy for the last few months. I could not stand writing anything about Squall, Quisty and my personal sweetie Seifer. But now it's over, I'm BACK!!! Gimme the reviews, bash me for my long absence but gimme the reviews!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She lay there like a precious stone, and he would not know how much she was worth, until someone else had taken her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Quistis stumbled back into her dorm. She felt terrible. She felt, as if she had betrayed something she used to worship with all her heart. She leaned against the closed door, her face had turned white as the walls. She saw Squall's face when she closed her eyes, and she saw the scar, the horrible scar shining with intensity. She had loved Squall so much, how could she ever give into his worst enemy's seduction? Quistis covered her face with her cold hands and fell on her knees. 'Make it stop', she wished, 'make it all stop! I can't stand it anymore!' And she finally realized that her escape into Seifer's arms could not give her any relief. It only made her feel dirty, dirty and weak
If she hadn't been so confused, she might have found it amusing how a few days had turned her whole life upside down. "Quis? Are you in there?", a cool male voice asked from the outside. Quistis froze.
Could it be? Could it really be?
"Quistis? Open."
Quistis took a deep breath and stoop up. She stared a moment at the door, her hand found the knob, and she opened in shock. And the next instant, Squall stood in front of her. He opened his mouth to speak, but when the right words wouldn't come, he shut up again. Instead, he reached out and took her hand. She held her breath when he lifted it to have a closer look. "Does it hurt?"
She couldn't answer, she was still too much in shock. He tenderly held the hand he had grabbed roughly during the fight, but even though she could not say it, he had not hurt her back then. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. I saw Rinoa, and in my head, I saw her dying, and I went berserk. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know who to blame, and so I came to blame you." Her big, blue eyes watched him carefully as he spoke, and eventually, they met his. And finally, Quistis saw what she had always been trying to ignore. She saw how much he really loved Rinoa. She saw, that Rinoa was the one and only in his heart, and that there was no place for her, his Instructor. The tears welling up in her eyes made it impossible for her to look at him. She knew, as soon as she started crying, she wouldn't be able to stop again. And so she stopped before. She simply stopped. Everything, every feeling. Everything.
All the emotions rushing through her body froze immediately and left her cold and reasonable. "Leave, Squall", she told him toneless. "There is nothing you can tell me I wouldn't already know. I've learned to understand you pretty well." He kept quiet, not surprised by her answer at all. "I told Rinoa, you'd say that", he finally stated. "I told her you'd still be angry."
He let go of her hand, his blue eyes met hers, than he turned and started walking away. After only a few metres he stopped again. And with his back towards her, he said:
"What do you expect, Quistis? Do you think you becoming Seifer's whore will make me love you? What do you expect?"
A long moment of silence passed by, and the two SEEDs stayed motionless. It took both an eternity to understand what he had just said. Her, because she still hadn't fully realized that she had really spend the night with Seifer. Him, because he hadn't intended to be so rude and actually confront her with what Rinoa called "the Ridiculous Rumour". "What?", she shrieked. "How do you know?" He shook his head in disbelief. "So it's true. It's really true. You slept with him!"
This time, he did turn around. His face was red with anger, his eyes cold with disgust. "Whore!", he shouted. "Whore!" Her eyes grew wide in terror, and before she knew what she was doing, she had lifted her hand to slap him. She could not move any further, for he had grabbed her wrist again, pressing as if he intended to smash every bone. "Listen to me, and listen carefully, Instructor: You sleeping with my worst enemy will not make you happy either. And you know why? He ain't me." "Arrogant Bastard!", she hissed, though instinctively knowing that he was right. His anger vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, and he grew suspiciously calm again.
"You will regret it, Quistis. He will break you." "He may."
He instantly let go of her wrist, just as if it had suddenly become to hot for him to touch.
And without giving her a final look, he left in silence. He could not bear it, to look at her any longer. But what was happening? To her, to him? Why did he care so much about a woman he had barely noticed throughout his journeys? It was Rinoa, who had opened him up, it was her who had made him feel. But . for whom?
Squall shook his head. He didn't care about Quistis. 'So let her sleep with Seifer', he thought bitterly. If she was already stumbling, it was hers to choose whether or not she would fall. And if Seifer's arms were what she wanted, she may belonged there. But it hurt. And he did not know why.