(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. Chapter Four .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
(¯`'·. Minutes Too Late .·'´¯)
He paced the small floor of his room, treading the carpet with his steel-toed boots. Grey trench coat swirling around his legs, hands clenched into fists. Seifer was angry with himself for letting Quistis get into that car. Angry with himself for not seeing it sooner. Angry for not being the one that she had married. He slammed his fist into the wall, cracking a knuckle open watching it bleed for a moment. He cursed under his breath, resting his forehead against the wall. His door opened a little and Fuijin poked her head in, silver hair hanging over her eye patch.
"OK?" she asked questioningly. Seifer nodded his eyes fiery blood streaming unchecked down his fingers. Fuijin tsked and stepped fully into the room grabbing a hold of his arm.
"CURE" she said letting the spell loose into his arm. Cold healing magic chilled him to the bone as the skin closed.
"Fui, what am I going to do" Seifer said heaving a huge sigh. A smile played across Fuijin's face, turning up the pale skin.
"Go get her" Fuijin whispered softly before slinking out of the room. Seifer sat down on the bed staring at the toe of his boot. His head a whirlwind of thought, his soul a raging ocean of emotions. He stood up leaving the apartment with only a simple wave to Raijin and Fuijin sitting at the kitchen table. His feet pounded hard on the sidewalk of Deling City. He was incredibly oblivious to the people around him. Seifer didn't stop walking till he reached the front gate of the Billings Residence. He leaned against the wrought iron scrollwork, staring at the big house in the distance. Lights were lit in every window giving the place a cheery feel. But Seifer knew the evil that lay inside.
Suddenly the wailing of an ambulance siren broke his reverie. The gates started swinging open to allow admittance to the speeding ambulance. Seifer rushed in after it, dying to know what was going on. Feet pounding hard, trench coat flailing out behind him, he ran faster then ever before. The ambulance people rushed out, and into the house before he got there. He stood behind the ambulance watching the door. They medical crew rushed out with a stretcher, an oxygen mask over the patients mouth.
A police car arrived, the two men in it walking into the house. The stretcher passed Seifer, the shock of golden hair could only be Quistis. The loaded her into the ambulance, leaving the back doors open for a moment. Seifer moved to gaze in at her, standing between the house and the ambulance. How he wanted to charge into the house, gunblade in hand. He would show Castle his toy gun, up close and personal. He gritted his teeth, hand curling around his gunblade. It would be so easy to kill him right now. His gaze shifted from the house to the ambulance and back.
Castle could wait Quistis needed him. She was so helpless, and Seifer knew she would be alone at the hospital. He climbed into the ambulance sliding along the bench next to her stretcher. She lay there her skin pale. Her eye was bruised, fresh blood running down her face. Blood ran down the front of her and down her legs, the sleeve of her dress torn. Seifer slowly took her hand into his, biting back the tears. If only he had been her sooner. He could have stopped this all. One of the medical crew stepped into the ambulance eyeing him up and down.
"Who are you?" the man asked. He wore a blue uniform, spots of her blood dashed across it.
"Her brother" Seifer lied. The man nodded sitting down across for him, checking Quistis' pulse and taking her blood pressure. The ambulance doors were closed and their bumpy ride began.
"So, what's your name?" Seifer asked. The former SeeD was dying for a cigarette. A habit he had dropped long ago, that liked to rise up when he was stressed. He opted for tapping his heel, his leg bouncing.
"Perry" the other man said. Seifer nodded, raking a hand through his golden hair. Why couldn't he have gotten to her house five minutes earlier?
"Well, Perry. Will she be all right?" Seifer asked his voice tight.
"Only time will tell, she has more injuries then we can see right now. Her husband said she fell down a flight of stairs," Perry said.
"Doubtful" Seifer said scowling. That just lit another fire in him, how he wanted to string this guy up.
"Mr. Billings is being investigated for domestic violence. He'll probably get off thought. Dirty politicians have the whole police department in their pocket" Perry said.
"He's a politician?" Seifer asked raising an eyebrow. Perry nodded checking Quistis' pulse again.
"Didn't you know he's trying to head up the Deling government. He was to be the next president. Some say he only married her for the political value" Perry said. Seifer took a moment to take this all in, just as the ambulance lurched to a halt.
"Time to go inside" Perry said as the door swung open. The crew of medical people took her from him, in though a back door. Seifer sighed stepping into the waiting room of the hospital. People crowded the place filling chairs; kids sat in the corner playing with a set of dirt plastic toys. He grimaced; Seifer had always hated hospitals. He left his name at the desk if any info came up about Quistis Billings. How he hated coupling her name with the last name of that man. The thought of him just made Seifer scowl. She would not be going back to him after this night. There was no way he would allow that to happen. He sighed and headed down to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee and wait to hear if she would be all right.
A/N: *smiles contentidly* Sorry to leave you at such a cliff-hanger.
This is the sixth Seiftis I've written. I was wondering what you guys think I should write next. Should I stick with what I know? Or move on to something else?
Thank you all so much for your feedback and reviews. I know I'm handling a very serious issue, but it's something that happens. So don't flame me about that ok?
"If Love is a red dress...you'd never catch me in red." Pink, maybe, but not red. -- Glacial Phoenix Mystiara