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Quistis slowly lifted her head off of her desk. A page of notes came with it. Annoyed, she pulled the piece of paper off of her forehead, where it had been stuck there by the heat and humidity that prevailed through the little fishing town. She quietly sighed. 'Why am I here?' she thought to herself. Zell's smiling, enthusiastic face immediately swam into her vision for a brief moment as Quistis groaned and fought the urge to place her head back down on the desk. Zell was wrong. Maybe a vacation would have been the right idea for anyone else, but it wasn't for her. Zell was different. The main difference being that Zell had numerous friends and acquaintances due to his caring and rather loud personality. Quistis didn't really mind not having many friends. She had Zell at Balamb and had recently been getting more aquainted with Barak Volpe, another instructor at the Garden. She always had the rest of the old orphanage gang of course. Unfortunately, Zell had been the only member of the group to stay at Balamb. Selphie had gone back to Trabia to help rebuild her home Garden, and Irvine had followed her. Quistis smiled, amused by the memories of the womanizer, Irvine. Although he put up his macho, gun and women aficionado front, Quistis knew that Irvine would probably follow Selphie to the end of the earth. Ellone had become a diplomat in Galbaldia. Quistis didn't mind Ellone now, although she hadn't liked her very much when they had been back in the orphanage, mainly due to her closeness with Squall. Squall. Quistis looked dreamily out the window. Squall had been at Balamb for a while, but then had been sent, by Headmaster Cid, to Centra to oversee the establishment of a SeeD Garden there. Squall. Quistis sighed. Rinoa had gone with him too. She wanted so badly to hate Rinoa, and in a sense, Quistis resented her very much. She also couldn't come to truly hate her. Rinoa was nice and kind to everyone. She was always smiling and happy, although not annoyingly so, as Selphie could be sometimes. She could be trusted with your deepest secrets, and would trust you with hers. Quistis banged her hand down on the desk in anger and bitterness. Rinoa had everything. Good looks, a great personality, no wonder Squall had preferred Rinoa to herself, Quistis, the somewhat awkward and shy instructor who had followed him around. Even before she was his instructor, she could remember breaking up many fights between Squall and his nemesis, Seifer. Seifer. Damn it! Quistis had promised herself to stop brooding over the failure of her former student. She once again resisted the urge to lay her head down on the desk. Why had he failed? Had he really not been Garden material? He was a strong talented fighter. She simply couldn't understand where she had gone wrong. Exhausted and fed up with her own thoughts, Quistis finally decided to venture out of the small house that she had been cooped up in for the past four days and go to the beach.
The sun glinted off of the sunglasses that Quistis had donned for the occasion. She walked along the rocky shore, until she came to a small, sandy area. Quistis looked with disgust off into the distance at the crowded strips of sand that lined one side of the town. She was glad to have found a small inlet where there were no people. Perhaps she could lay down and finally relax. She spread her towel out on the sand and begin to lay down on it when a flash of blue from behind a rock caught her eye. She groaned inwardly to herself. Wasn't anything sacred? Wasn't there one place in this town that Quistis could go to be alone? She rose from her spot and angrily walked around the large rocks to yell at the trespasser. To her surprise, as she reached the other side of the rocks, she found no one. The rocky cliffs were deserted. She shook her head.
"Great, Quisty," she murmured out loud to herself, "Now you're seeing things." She shook her head once more and turned around to walk back to her towel. As she did so another flash of blue caught her eye. She whirled around again, but saw nothing. Quistis began to scan the cliffs closely this time. She noticed that there was a small, natural tent-like cave, formed by two rocks. She took a step towards the cave and froze as she saw another flash of royal blue. She also heard a slight scuffling and a harried footstep. Quistis reached her hand into the pocket of her shorts and felt the cool metal of her Save the Queen. She knew that she would be able to defend herself should the occasion arise, so she allowed her curiosity get the better of her and walked rapidly towards the small cave. Suddenly, to her surprise, a tall woman with grey hair and one eye covered by an eye patch came out of the small cliff dwelling. Quistis froze and gasped in astonishment.
"Fujin?" she asked in surprise, removing her sunglasses and squinting her eyes to make sure that the woman she was seeing was indeed Fujin, one half of Seifer's infamous posse.
"QUISTIS." Fujin said simply. Quistis noticed that Fujin's arms were draped carelessly at her sides. Quistis removed her hand from her weapon and dropped it to her own side, knowing that this time the two women would not be fighting each other. Quistis was speechless. She couldn't find any words to express herself to the grey-haired woman. Although Fujin and Quistis had never been very close, and, in fact, had been pitted against each other due to the actions of Seifer and the loyalty of Fujin herself, Quistis had always felt a small admiration for the albino woman. Her ferocity in battle and her undying loyalty to Seifer were to be admired. Fujin took another step forward towards Quistis and held out her hand. Quistis reached forward and shook it firmly. Fujin smiled. Quistis was slightly astonished. She could never really remember Fujin smiling, ever. Quistis smiled back and dropped her hand. Fujin nodded and motioned for Quistis to follow her into the cave.
Quistis slowly lifted her head off of her desk. A page of notes came with it. Annoyed, she pulled the piece of paper off of her forehead, where it had been stuck there by the heat and humidity that prevailed through the little fishing town. She quietly sighed. 'Why am I here?' she thought to herself. Zell's smiling, enthusiastic face immediately swam into her vision for a brief moment as Quistis groaned and fought the urge to place her head back down on the desk. Zell was wrong. Maybe a vacation would have been the right idea for anyone else, but it wasn't for her. Zell was different. The main difference being that Zell had numerous friends and acquaintances due to his caring and rather loud personality. Quistis didn't really mind not having many friends. She had Zell at Balamb and had recently been getting more aquainted with Barak Volpe, another instructor at the Garden. She always had the rest of the old orphanage gang of course. Unfortunately, Zell had been the only member of the group to stay at Balamb. Selphie had gone back to Trabia to help rebuild her home Garden, and Irvine had followed her. Quistis smiled, amused by the memories of the womanizer, Irvine. Although he put up his macho, gun and women aficionado front, Quistis knew that Irvine would probably follow Selphie to the end of the earth. Ellone had become a diplomat in Galbaldia. Quistis didn't mind Ellone now, although she hadn't liked her very much when they had been back in the orphanage, mainly due to her closeness with Squall. Squall. Quistis looked dreamily out the window. Squall had been at Balamb for a while, but then had been sent, by Headmaster Cid, to Centra to oversee the establishment of a SeeD Garden there. Squall. Quistis sighed. Rinoa had gone with him too. She wanted so badly to hate Rinoa, and in a sense, Quistis resented her very much. She also couldn't come to truly hate her. Rinoa was nice and kind to everyone. She was always smiling and happy, although not annoyingly so, as Selphie could be sometimes. She could be trusted with your deepest secrets, and would trust you with hers. Quistis banged her hand down on the desk in anger and bitterness. Rinoa had everything. Good looks, a great personality, no wonder Squall had preferred Rinoa to herself, Quistis, the somewhat awkward and shy instructor who had followed him around. Even before she was his instructor, she could remember breaking up many fights between Squall and his nemesis, Seifer. Seifer. Damn it! Quistis had promised herself to stop brooding over the failure of her former student. She once again resisted the urge to lay her head down on the desk. Why had he failed? Had he really not been Garden material? He was a strong talented fighter. She simply couldn't understand where she had gone wrong. Exhausted and fed up with her own thoughts, Quistis finally decided to venture out of the small house that she had been cooped up in for the past four days and go to the beach.
The sun glinted off of the sunglasses that Quistis had donned for the occasion. She walked along the rocky shore, until she came to a small, sandy area. Quistis looked with disgust off into the distance at the crowded strips of sand that lined one side of the town. She was glad to have found a small inlet where there were no people. Perhaps she could lay down and finally relax. She spread her towel out on the sand and begin to lay down on it when a flash of blue from behind a rock caught her eye. She groaned inwardly to herself. Wasn't anything sacred? Wasn't there one place in this town that Quistis could go to be alone? She rose from her spot and angrily walked around the large rocks to yell at the trespasser. To her surprise, as she reached the other side of the rocks, she found no one. The rocky cliffs were deserted. She shook her head.
"Great, Quisty," she murmured out loud to herself, "Now you're seeing things." She shook her head once more and turned around to walk back to her towel. As she did so another flash of blue caught her eye. She whirled around again, but saw nothing. Quistis began to scan the cliffs closely this time. She noticed that there was a small, natural tent-like cave, formed by two rocks. She took a step towards the cave and froze as she saw another flash of royal blue. She also heard a slight scuffling and a harried footstep. Quistis reached her hand into the pocket of her shorts and felt the cool metal of her Save the Queen. She knew that she would be able to defend herself should the occasion arise, so she allowed her curiosity get the better of her and walked rapidly towards the small cave. Suddenly, to her surprise, a tall woman with grey hair and one eye covered by an eye patch came out of the small cliff dwelling. Quistis froze and gasped in astonishment.
"Fujin?" she asked in surprise, removing her sunglasses and squinting her eyes to make sure that the woman she was seeing was indeed Fujin, one half of Seifer's infamous posse.
"QUISTIS." Fujin said simply. Quistis noticed that Fujin's arms were draped carelessly at her sides. Quistis removed her hand from her weapon and dropped it to her own side, knowing that this time the two women would not be fighting each other. Quistis was speechless. She couldn't find any words to express herself to the grey-haired woman. Although Fujin and Quistis had never been very close, and, in fact, had been pitted against each other due to the actions of Seifer and the loyalty of Fujin herself, Quistis had always felt a small admiration for the albino woman. Her ferocity in battle and her undying loyalty to Seifer were to be admired. Fujin took another step forward towards Quistis and held out her hand. Quistis reached forward and shook it firmly. Fujin smiled. Quistis was slightly astonished. She could never really remember Fujin smiling, ever. Quistis smiled back and dropped her hand. Fujin nodded and motioned for Quistis to follow her into the cave.