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There was only so much writing, sifting through notes, and reading of books that one could take. Especially when the person who was doing these said things was extremely nervous over the performance of her students on a grueling test. She had paced back and forth in a set pattern so many times that the wood floor of the small house that she was staying in was beginning to show scuff marks in that exact pattern. She sighed and gazed out the window as the calm ocean waves lapped at the rocky shoreline. She looked in the other direction to the sunlight as it glinted off of the glassy surface of the solar panels and watched as the windmills lazily turned in the gentle sea breezes. Looking back at the beach, she saw a group of girls in bathing suits lay down towels at the sandy water's edge. She herself could be out there doing that, she thought. She sighed once more and continued her pacing, before setting down at the small desk in the corner. She sifted through her notes and began to read the page that described every last attack of the GF Diablos, and the patterns of neurological stimulation in the brain of the summoner. Quite simply, Quistis Trepe was going insane.
Quistis had never been on a vacation before. As a matter of fact, the thought had never occurred to her. As a cadet, she was never allowed to take a vacation except for the recess between semesters, and even in recess she had spent hours in the library, studying various subjects that piqued her interest. As a SeeD, she assumed that a no vacation policy came with the profession. She had never heard of another SeeD taking a vacation, so why should she go on vacation herself? Besides, there were always tests to correct as a SeeD Instructor, and when she had been a simple SeeD, she had always been involved in the ultimate mission of defeating the Sorceress. So far, she hated this vacation. She had already finished correcting all of her tests, and was sick of reading, studying, and writing about GFs. This led to boredom, and subsequently, nervousness and worry. Quistis could have gone to the beach, or any of the small, quaint town establishments and attractions, but she would have felt as if she were wasting time. Quistis hated wasting time more than anything. Unfortunately, since she refused to get out and actually take part in something relaxing, she began to focus on various worries and thoughts that had been building up since her recertification as an Instructor. She wrinkled her brow further. Somehow, these thoughts constantly returned to one focus or person. Seifer Almasy.
Quistis squeezed her eyes shut to see if she could concentrate enough to recall Seifer's face. It didn't take long before the cocky blond appeared, complete with his trademark smirk he had usually reserved for his 'favorite instructor.' Quistis opened her eyes and let her head fall to the desk in melodramatic disgust. She knew that she shouldn't be dwelling on Seifer. After all, she thought to herself, it was Seifer's own fault that he never became a SeeD. He always wanted to be in charge and never took orders from anyone. He had insulted all of his previous instructors and had continued, in an even more ruthless fashion, upon joining Quistis's classes. The only thing he had done a decent job at, was being the Disciplinary Committee head, with his faithful deputies, Fujin and Rajin. Quistis lifted her head up off of the desk and pounded her fist on the desktop in a rare show of emotion. She couldn't understand. What was it that made Seifer so magnetic? She had never encountered any problems with Fujin or Rajin, except for the unfortunate fact that the two of them would follow Seifer with a fierce loyalty that Quistis had never come across before. Quistis narrowed her eyes in concentration and intense thought. She simply couldn't understand what such a rude, selfish, arrogant, bossy, and annoying man had done to inspire such devotion. It wasn't only Fujin and Rajin either. Xu and the Headmaster had been tried to graduate Seifer twice before Seifer has come into her own classes. Seifer inspired something in people that made you want to stick by him and help him, despite his constant rude comments and refusal to obey orders. He even inspired something in herself…
'No!' a voice cried out in Quistis's mind. 'You don't really care about Seifer. He has done nothing to deserve your attention, kindness, or even curiosity. You're just dwelling on the fact that he was the student that led to the Headmaster's declaration of your incompetence. You can't really care about Seifer.' Quistis shook her head in an attempt to clear the voice from her mind. Was that it? She thought to herself. Maybe I'm the one being selfish. But if I couldn't graduate Seifer…does that really mean that I'm a bad instructor?
There was only so much writing, sifting through notes, and reading of books that one could take. Especially when the person who was doing these said things was extremely nervous over the performance of her students on a grueling test. She had paced back and forth in a set pattern so many times that the wood floor of the small house that she was staying in was beginning to show scuff marks in that exact pattern. She sighed and gazed out the window as the calm ocean waves lapped at the rocky shoreline. She looked in the other direction to the sunlight as it glinted off of the glassy surface of the solar panels and watched as the windmills lazily turned in the gentle sea breezes. Looking back at the beach, she saw a group of girls in bathing suits lay down towels at the sandy water's edge. She herself could be out there doing that, she thought. She sighed once more and continued her pacing, before setting down at the small desk in the corner. She sifted through her notes and began to read the page that described every last attack of the GF Diablos, and the patterns of neurological stimulation in the brain of the summoner. Quite simply, Quistis Trepe was going insane.
Quistis had never been on a vacation before. As a matter of fact, the thought had never occurred to her. As a cadet, she was never allowed to take a vacation except for the recess between semesters, and even in recess she had spent hours in the library, studying various subjects that piqued her interest. As a SeeD, she assumed that a no vacation policy came with the profession. She had never heard of another SeeD taking a vacation, so why should she go on vacation herself? Besides, there were always tests to correct as a SeeD Instructor, and when she had been a simple SeeD, she had always been involved in the ultimate mission of defeating the Sorceress. So far, she hated this vacation. She had already finished correcting all of her tests, and was sick of reading, studying, and writing about GFs. This led to boredom, and subsequently, nervousness and worry. Quistis could have gone to the beach, or any of the small, quaint town establishments and attractions, but she would have felt as if she were wasting time. Quistis hated wasting time more than anything. Unfortunately, since she refused to get out and actually take part in something relaxing, she began to focus on various worries and thoughts that had been building up since her recertification as an Instructor. She wrinkled her brow further. Somehow, these thoughts constantly returned to one focus or person. Seifer Almasy.
Quistis squeezed her eyes shut to see if she could concentrate enough to recall Seifer's face. It didn't take long before the cocky blond appeared, complete with his trademark smirk he had usually reserved for his 'favorite instructor.' Quistis opened her eyes and let her head fall to the desk in melodramatic disgust. She knew that she shouldn't be dwelling on Seifer. After all, she thought to herself, it was Seifer's own fault that he never became a SeeD. He always wanted to be in charge and never took orders from anyone. He had insulted all of his previous instructors and had continued, in an even more ruthless fashion, upon joining Quistis's classes. The only thing he had done a decent job at, was being the Disciplinary Committee head, with his faithful deputies, Fujin and Rajin. Quistis lifted her head up off of the desk and pounded her fist on the desktop in a rare show of emotion. She couldn't understand. What was it that made Seifer so magnetic? She had never encountered any problems with Fujin or Rajin, except for the unfortunate fact that the two of them would follow Seifer with a fierce loyalty that Quistis had never come across before. Quistis narrowed her eyes in concentration and intense thought. She simply couldn't understand what such a rude, selfish, arrogant, bossy, and annoying man had done to inspire such devotion. It wasn't only Fujin and Rajin either. Xu and the Headmaster had been tried to graduate Seifer twice before Seifer has come into her own classes. Seifer inspired something in people that made you want to stick by him and help him, despite his constant rude comments and refusal to obey orders. He even inspired something in herself…
'No!' a voice cried out in Quistis's mind. 'You don't really care about Seifer. He has done nothing to deserve your attention, kindness, or even curiosity. You're just dwelling on the fact that he was the student that led to the Headmaster's declaration of your incompetence. You can't really care about Seifer.' Quistis shook her head in an attempt to clear the voice from her mind. Was that it? She thought to herself. Maybe I'm the one being selfish. But if I couldn't graduate Seifer…does that really mean that I'm a bad instructor?