Quistis paced down the sunny streets of Balamb, as she did every Saturday afternoon. She held a black bag in her left hand containing all she needed. Quistis turned and pushed open the door to Madam Sherri's School of Ballet.
"Hello Quistis!" Madam Sherri shouted cheerfully from her resting corner. She was a short, slender woman with black hair tied in a bun, and soft turquoise eyes. Madam Sherri stood up and walked over to Quistis.
"Quistis, why don't you go and get changed so we can start our lesson! I also have some news for you!" Quistis nodded obediently and headed into the locker room. She quickly changed into her fitted white tank top, and her black spandex pants. She walked quickly out of there, anxious to hear the news. It couldn't be bad; Madam Sherri never had bad news.
"Oh, Quistis, that was quick," Madam Sherri smiled and sat down on the ground, motioning for Quistis to sit next to her. Quistis sat down cross-legged next to her teacher. "Well, remember last week, Marc was talking to us about signing up to join an orchestra…well, he got in. So, I hired a new pianist. He is my best friend's son, and she recommended him to me. Turns out, he's excellent! He's about your age, so you two should get along. He'll be here any minute…" I wonder who it could be…hopefully he's cute! Quistis smiled at her own thoughts.
The door suddenly flew open and threw Quistis out of her thoughts. "Sorry….I'm late…Madam…" He said out of breath. "Some stupid jackass deflated the tires to my car, so I had to run over." Quistis stared at the man. Oh Hyne…
It was no other than the Great Seifer Almasy, the very bane of sanity.
"Seifer, I would like you to meet today's stu—" Madam Sherri was cut off by a fuming Quistis.
"It's okay, Madam, I know very well who he is. Nice to see you again, Almasy." She said sweetly—a little too sweetly. Seifer finally glanced over at Quistis, and the oh-so-annoying smirk appeared on his face.
"Instructor, the pleasure is all mine." Seifer said smugly. Madam Sherri finally snapped out of her confused look.
"Well, Quistis, since you already know him it won't be that bad!" She said nervously, knowing very well by their voices that they severely disliked each other. Madam Sherri waited for someone to speak, while the two glared at each other. Quistis finally gave up the game and walked over to her spot.
"Fine, let's get this over with." Quistis stated bluntly.
"Quistis, I see you're still the weaker one." Seifer commented, referring back to their "let's-glare-at-each-other-until-our-eyes-pop-out" game.
"I see you're wrong, like always. I don't want to stare at you all day, and you are wasting my lesson time." Quistis shot back.
"OKAY! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Quistis and Seifer turned to see a furious Madam Sherri. "Seifer, I didn't hire you to argue with my students! Now go sit on the piano bench and get ready!" Oh great, I'm the one who always gets in trouble. Seifer thought while heading towards the piano. Matron really wants me to do this, so I can't quit now. He pulled out the piano bench and opened the music.
"Quistis, dear, let's see how far you got last time. You practiced right?" Quistis nodded while getting into her first stance. "Seifer, please start playing." Seifer obediently started to play the Moonlight Sonata, while Quistis started dancing. Quistis was surprised. He was really good. She wondered where he had the time to practice, and why he would play the piano anyway. He seemed like a person who would be in a rock band, just to get enjoyment out of bashing up the guitar at the end of the show.
"Quistis, concentrate!" Madam Sherri shouted over the piano. She saw Quistis was tense. "Stop playing please, Seifer." The music stopped and Madam Sherri walked over to a frustrated Quistis. "Quistis, why are you so tense? What are you thinking about?"
"Me!" Seifer shouted from the piano bench, smirking.
"Shut up, Almasy!" Oh that was just a great line. I sound like a whining ten-year-old.
"Quistis, take today off. Instead I want you to take your lesson time today to talk with Mr. Almasy. I need you to sort out your differences so this doesn't happen again. You have a big show to dance in, and I need you to concentrate." Madam Sherri said with a straight face. Quistis hesitated. I guess it's a good idea. What is there to lose?
"Oh, I'm so excited!" Seifer squealed sarcastically from the piano bench. Just my sanity…
"Fine." Quistis shrugged. "I'll go get changed."
*****
Quistis came out of the locker room dressed in dark jeans and a red tee shirt. She saw Seifer leaning against the exit with his arms crossed over his chest, and walked towards him.
Remember what Matron told you. Seifer thought, as he approached Quistis. "Ready?" He asked with a friendly tone. Quistis just stared ahead and nodded. Seifer held out his elbow for her, but she just turned and walked ahead of him.
Sorry, Madam Sherri, if I break her leg today. Seifer apologized in his head as he wordlessly walked behind Quistis, glaring at her back like he could burn a hole through it. It was going to be a long two hours.
*****
A/N: Phew! -_-; Well this concludes the third chapter…hehe…Seifer is a hard one to keep in character x.x! Guess what! My mom bought me a domain! Maybe I can host images for the Seiftis Forever Message Board or something! ^_^!
Oh, I read this fan fiction, and in their notes they suggested a few good fan fictions to read, so I think I will copy them!
If Love is a Red Dress by Alonia Everclear
Status: Finished
A Path of Autumn Leaves by Ifalna
Status: Unfinished