A/N: This story is going to be going through some massive changes. Some of you might remember that the first two chapters were Song-Fics. Since I had to take the songs due to new policy I plan to change the content of at least those two chapters.
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(¯'·.¸(¯'·. Chapter Two .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
(¯'·. Seifer's Song .·'´¯)
The lights shining up onto the stage were bright as he sat down on the small stool. Standing awkwardly wondering if the stool would hold his weight. He cleared his throat, fiddling with his lapel for a moment. He heard a snicker in the back of the bar. There was no way he was going to loose face in front of all these people. It was so unlike him. He was going to sing, and sing well. He took a deep breath, it hitching the back of his throat. He was about to reveal his one huge secret to the whole bar. He liked to write songs in his spare time. Remembering all the times he had sat in the secret area after giving everyone detention for being there, simply writing songs. He picked up the guitar next to the stool, which was there for everyone to use. He strummed a few notes making sure it was in tune. He decided to sing the song he wrote for her. The song he had written after the trial. When she had turned him away. He took a deep breath and began to sing softly into the microphone. He couldn't embarrass himself in front of all these people.
He watched her reaction from the front row. She looked a little shocked that he had such a good voice. Rich and flowing it traveled through the whole bar. A voice of a tenor in it's prime. Seifer had changed a lot since the trial. Since they had spurned him. He had known defeat. It was a foreign ideal to him before then. To be here sitting so close to her was to have a second chance. He prayed that she would let him talk to her. He had to set things right. He had to know why she was so unhappy.
Even back at the Garden she had never looked so sad.
Why this bar? Why did she come here this night? To Sing, to be heard? He remembered all the times he had sat pining for her. Seifer never thought he would have the chance to tell her how he felt. Back then he would have hopped up on his desk and shouted it to the world. If only he could have gotten passed his pride. His pride would be what killed him in the end. He was different but the same old Seifer.
Same black steel toed boots. Same black leather pants, that were starting to get worn around the knees. Same navy blue sleeveless vest, with the white cross on it. Same long light gray trench coat with the towering black lapels. The red fire crosses blazing from the sides. Except now he was revealing one of his only two secrets to the world. One that he wrote songs, the other hidden deep inside was that he loved his former Instructor.
Maybe she was here because she finally got tired of watching Rinoa and Squall. He knew she always harbored a crush for the puberty boy. He remembered thinking that puberty boy must be blind or gay to turn her down.
So many questions unanswered. So many failures, so much pain. Would she forgive him? He had to know. He needed to know. All he wanted was to say he was sorry. Their eyes met as he was singing, strumming. Hers blue like the sky on a day with no clouds, his green like the deepest part of a forest where no one dares to tread.
Both sets held secrets. Both of them held pain.
He finished his song slowly setting the guitar back in its stand. He stood raking his hand through his blond spikes. The whole bar burst into applause ever Susie. He vowed to repay the little Barmaid at a later date. He walked down the steps slowly and walked over to Quistis' table as the next person took the stage.
"This seat taken?" he asked placing both of his hands on the back of an empty chair.
"Of course not Seifer, please sit down" she said flashing him a warm smile. He sank into the chair arranging his trench coat around him, force of habit.
"Funny running into you here" Seifer said returning the smile with his smirk. That smirk was been deadly and charming all at once.
"I never knew you could sing" she said taking a sip off of her white wine.
"Well, it was sort of a secret"
"You did very well up there" Quistis said giving him another smile.
"Thank you, Instructor. You weren't so shabby either." he said.
"Yeck, Don't call me that Seifer. I'm not an Instructor anymore" she said.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I came to sing, of course" she said.
"Why aren't you at the Garden?" Seifer questioned folding his arms across his chest. She smiled a bit shaking her head, sending waves along her golden hair. It had gotten so long.
"We have a lot to talk about, why don't you come back to my place and have a cup of wine. My husband is out of town" She said. The words thundered across him, shocking him to the core. He saw it then, the glittering diamond ring on her hand encrusted in gold. That ring had to cost more then the entire SeeD salary he had made at the Garden.
"Your married" he said flatly grabbing her wineglass and taking a long drink from it. She laughed, to him it sounded mocking.
"I told you we have a lot to talk about, let's go Seifer" She said standing up. He nodded curtly and stood up as well. She led the way out of the bar, Seifer trying to be oblivious of the way the dress moved around her on the way up the stairs. She led him to a long shiny black limo parked across the street.
"This yours?" he asked cocking an eyebrow.
"My husbands" she said sliding into the car as the chauffeur held the door open. He slid in next to her looking around at the plush leather interior, still in shock.
"So what's his name?" Seifer asked running a finger along the television sat that was sitting in front of them.
"Castle Billings" she said with a smile.
"Quistis Billings?" he said crinkling his nose. She laughed the tinkling music filling the car.
"We met at the Garden, Selphie introduced us" Quistis said.
"Right, the messenger girl, check" Seifer said picturing the bouncy brunette in his head. The limo pulled through a huge mechanical gate and along a white driveway. A huge house loomed before them, with towering spires. They pulled up next to an enormous fountain, water spraying everywhere.
"Looks like you did good for yourself Quistis"
"You could say that" she said leading him into the huge mansion. They
walked through a lowered living room, full of white plush furniture. Into a kitchen, that was state of the art. She reached into the silver fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine. She took two glasses from the holder overhead, filling them expertly. Seifer hopped up on the counter. Handing him his glass she took a long drink off of hers.
"Quistis, I have to say something. I'm sorry for everything rotten that I ever did to you" he said deciding that it was now or never. He was taking the plunge.
"Even when you put glue in my hair when we were kids?" she asked with a soft smile. He frowned his eyebrows drawing close together.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You don't remember?" she exclaimed.
"Remember what?"
"The orphanage, all of us being there" she said. Suddenly memories flashed through his bead burning like trials across his brain. Running on a beach, holding hands with Matron. Swimming in the ocean.
"Oh Hyne" he said setting the wineglass down on the counter. He looked at his hands shaking for a moment.
"We all forgot too. Blaming it on the GF's. Irvine was the only one that remembered" Quistis said.
"Wow, and I did not put glue in your hair. That was Irvine. But I of course got blamed for it" Seifer said with a grin. She laughed shaking her head leaning against the counter next to him. They reminisced the night away bringing back all his memories of childhood. The good and the bad.
At almost four in the morning she walked out and put him in a cab, which she paid for. Before she turned away he hastily scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper and pressed it into her palm.
"I live not too far from here. If you need me, for anything just call" he said. She nodded solemnly. Leaning over she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek. He flashed her a smile before getting into the cab. She waved to him still looked beautiful in her red dress. Seifer sighed exhaling all the air from his lungs. She had forgiven him. That was all that matter. That and the fact that she was married. He gritted his teeth, that one had come out of left field. He hoped that she would call him, he wanted to see her again.