Chapter Twelve
A Night In Balamb
"What's wrong, Quistis?" Tyrren asked again. Quistis swallowed, no knowing where to start, and rubbed her eyes. Tyrren put his arm around her, reassuring her that she was safe now.
I'm a fool, Quistis thought, I shouldn't be afraid of him.
"It was a guy I knew, a while ago," Quistis said quietly, "When I was an instructor, before Ultimecia, I told you about him didn't I?"
"Who?" Tyrren said, confused.
Quistis paused. "About Seifer."
******
Rinoa sat on the dock in the moonlight. She closed her eyes and let a tear roll down her cheek. A breeze picked up and lifted her hair off her back. She felt someone sit next to her. Go away, she thought, please let it be Squall.
The person next to her shuffled, then she felt cool skin brush across her cheek and turn her head towards them. Rinoa opened her eyes and another unintentional tear rolled down her cheek. Squalls bare hand brushed it away. His glove lay on the dock next to him.
He could feel that something was wrong. The sorrow in Rinoas eyes made his heart cry. She smiled at him sadly, then looked away. Guilt rushed through his chest.
"Rinoa," he said quietly, "I'm so sorry."
His voice sounds so sincere, Rinoa thought, but do you know why you're sorry, Squall? Sorry doesn't always make things better.
"I never meant to ignore you."
Rinoas heart raced as Squall picked up one of her hands and kissed it softly. She looked into his eyes. In the pale light of the moon she saw sincerity, and smiled warmly.
"you're forgiven." she whispered as he leaned closer and kissed her.
******
Quistis watched Tyrren think about what she'd just told him. About Seifer, the attack and the relationship she'd had with Seifer after they had defeated Ultimecia.
"Do you know what he wants from you?" he asked her after a moment.
Quistis shuddered at the thought of what Seifer could do, and shook her head.
"Stay here tonight." Tyrren suggested, "If he didn't follow you then he'll probably be waiting for you."
Quistis choked back another sob.
"Sorry." Tyrren said quickly, realising what he'd just said. He wrapped his arms around Quistis and kissed her warmly. She returned the kiss then followed him into the spare room where Tyrren told her to get some sleep while he watched over her long into the night.
Quistis waved to the camera that Irvine held and then went back to talking to Cid and Edea as Irvine turned to film some other girls and Selphie yelled at him. After another hour, Quistis got tired. Instead of retiring to her room she went to the forbidden area in the Training centre. She was surprised to find that no-one was there, but pleased to be alone.
The lights of the Garden shone brighter than ever. She heard footsteps behind her.
"Tired of the festivities, Instructor?" a smooth voice said behind her.
Quistis smiled, "I'm not an instructor anymore, remember, Seifer?"
The boy leant on the rail next to her.
"Aren't you scared of me? I did work for the sorceress."
"That's all over now." Quistis stood to face the boy, "But why are you here?"
Seifer took stepped closer to Quistis. She saw the burning desire in his eyes, felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her passionately. Her legs quivered as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, feeling his warmth radiate through her. She felt his hands move lower down her body as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Quistis jerked awake, a churning feeling of disgust pulsing through her stomach. She stumbled out of the bed, ran into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Coughing and sobbing, Quistis looked at herself in the mirror. She was pale and had broken out in a cold sweat.
She jumped when she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around, lashing out with a fist, but lost her balance and fell into Tyrrens arms. She started to cry.
"Don't worry, Quistis. I won't let him hurt you." Tyrren promised her.
But you can't stop him, Quistis thought, no-one can.
A Night In Balamb
"What's wrong, Quistis?" Tyrren asked again. Quistis swallowed, no knowing where to start, and rubbed her eyes. Tyrren put his arm around her, reassuring her that she was safe now.
I'm a fool, Quistis thought, I shouldn't be afraid of him.
"It was a guy I knew, a while ago," Quistis said quietly, "When I was an instructor, before Ultimecia, I told you about him didn't I?"
"Who?" Tyrren said, confused.
Quistis paused. "About Seifer."
******
Rinoa sat on the dock in the moonlight. She closed her eyes and let a tear roll down her cheek. A breeze picked up and lifted her hair off her back. She felt someone sit next to her. Go away, she thought, please let it be Squall.
The person next to her shuffled, then she felt cool skin brush across her cheek and turn her head towards them. Rinoa opened her eyes and another unintentional tear rolled down her cheek. Squalls bare hand brushed it away. His glove lay on the dock next to him.
He could feel that something was wrong. The sorrow in Rinoas eyes made his heart cry. She smiled at him sadly, then looked away. Guilt rushed through his chest.
"Rinoa," he said quietly, "I'm so sorry."
His voice sounds so sincere, Rinoa thought, but do you know why you're sorry, Squall? Sorry doesn't always make things better.
"I never meant to ignore you."
Rinoas heart raced as Squall picked up one of her hands and kissed it softly. She looked into his eyes. In the pale light of the moon she saw sincerity, and smiled warmly.
"you're forgiven." she whispered as he leaned closer and kissed her.
******
Quistis watched Tyrren think about what she'd just told him. About Seifer, the attack and the relationship she'd had with Seifer after they had defeated Ultimecia.
"Do you know what he wants from you?" he asked her after a moment.
Quistis shuddered at the thought of what Seifer could do, and shook her head.
"Stay here tonight." Tyrren suggested, "If he didn't follow you then he'll probably be waiting for you."
Quistis choked back another sob.
"Sorry." Tyrren said quickly, realising what he'd just said. He wrapped his arms around Quistis and kissed her warmly. She returned the kiss then followed him into the spare room where Tyrren told her to get some sleep while he watched over her long into the night.
Quistis waved to the camera that Irvine held and then went back to talking to Cid and Edea as Irvine turned to film some other girls and Selphie yelled at him. After another hour, Quistis got tired. Instead of retiring to her room she went to the forbidden area in the Training centre. She was surprised to find that no-one was there, but pleased to be alone.
The lights of the Garden shone brighter than ever. She heard footsteps behind her.
"Tired of the festivities, Instructor?" a smooth voice said behind her.
Quistis smiled, "I'm not an instructor anymore, remember, Seifer?"
The boy leant on the rail next to her.
"Aren't you scared of me? I did work for the sorceress."
"That's all over now." Quistis stood to face the boy, "But why are you here?"
Seifer took stepped closer to Quistis. She saw the burning desire in his eyes, felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her passionately. Her legs quivered as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, feeling his warmth radiate through her. She felt his hands move lower down her body as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Quistis jerked awake, a churning feeling of disgust pulsing through her stomach. She stumbled out of the bed, ran into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Coughing and sobbing, Quistis looked at herself in the mirror. She was pale and had broken out in a cold sweat.
She jumped when she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around, lashing out with a fist, but lost her balance and fell into Tyrrens arms. She started to cry.
"Don't worry, Quistis. I won't let him hurt you." Tyrren promised her.
But you can't stop him, Quistis thought, no-one can.