This is another one of the chapters I wrote recently. It should be formatted (hopefully) and I fixed the last two that weren't formatted correctly. Read and review! Enjoy! Quistis, Seifer, Fujin, and Rajin don't belong to me, obviously.
Quistis looked over in disgust as Seifer ravenously devoured another hotdog. She swallowed down a slight feeling of nausea and reminded herself that Seifer probably hadn't had a real meal in a very long time. Her gaze turned to the small reflection coming off of the cold blade of Hyperion. She shivered as she imagined how many people must have been cut down and murdered by that blade. Fujin noticed her glare and scowled back at her. Quistis, feeling chided shrunk away and looked down at her down dinner. A bit of anger began to rise inside her. Who were they to think that they could treat her this way? If anything they should be at her mercy, for they were the ones that wanted to be reaccepted into the Garden. She looked up again and said coldly to Seifer, who was still eating,
"So how so you expect to get in the Garden anyway?" Seifer looked up at her, slightly surprised that she would address him at all. Quistis shivered once more at the hollowed look in his eyes but held her gaze and continued, "It's not as if I can waltz into Balamb Garden with three of the most wanted people in Galbaldia, Esthar, Centra, Trabia…" with each name Quistis counted a finger on her hands. Seifer glared at her,
"I get it," he interrupted her. "So what?" Quistis threw up her hands, exasperated,
"So what!? Technically, because of my affiliation with SeeD, I should have killed you when I first saw you yesterday! Why do you think we're taking a train at this odd hour? Or why do you think you're dressed like that?" Quistis pointed to Seifer's business suit that he was wearing in place of his usual trench coat, "Why do you think…?"
"I GET it," Seifer cut her off, and continued to eat. Quistis looked at him for a moment,
"So…." She began. Seifer looked up once more
"So, you should come up with some kind of plan. Isn't that what SeeDs are trained to do?" he smirked. Quistis glared at him and stalked out of the room into the next train car. Seifer hoarsely laughed and quickly began to cough. Fujin and Rajin looked at their leader, worried,
"You should really get some help for that, 'ya know?" Rajin told him. Seifer shook his head,
"It can't be anything but a cold, really," he shrugged and continued to eat. Rajin joined in while Fujin noiselessly glided towards the next room where Quistis was.
"It's downright spooky th' way she moves sometimes, 'ya know? Like she's not human or somethin'" Rajin whispered to Seifer. Fujin turned her one red eye towards Rajin, swiftly ran back to kick him hard in the shins, and then walked into the other room. As soon as she had gone Seifer burst out laughing as Rajin moaned, holding his hurt shin.
Fujin entered to see Quistis sprawled out, as much as one possibly can, in one of the beds in the sleeping car.
"TIRED?" Fujin asked Quistis. Quistis looked up, surprised at any unhostile gestured from the rather daunting older woman. She rose to a sitting position on the bed and smoothed any loose strands of her blonde hair back. Looking up at the gray-haired woman, Quistis nodded. Fujin simply stood there and finally Quistis couldn't take the silence,
"I don't understand what he wants me to do! I'm not sure if there's any possible way that he can even be re-entered in the SeeD program. It would be a lot easier for you," Quistis paused and looked into Fujin's eyes, "You didn't murder hundreds of people needlessly. You didn't help start a war, You didn't…." she trailed off and breathed heavily, fighting the urge to crumple onto the bed and burst out crying, something she hadn't done for years. She looked at Fujin, an ever unchanging mask of steel on her face, and took a deep breath. If Fujin could hold her guise of frosty civility, Quistis could also disguise her emotions. She had to think. There must be some way that she could sneak the three of them in long enough to present their case to Headmaster Cid. A flash of doubt crossed her mind. What if Cid refused to let them in? Would Seifer kill her? Quistis wouldn't put it past him. Seifer had killed many others that he hadn't even known, and he never had bothered to disguise his contempt for Quistis. Quistis inwardly sighed. She would have to think about that later. Right now her priority would have to be getting the three ex-cadets into the Garden. The train gave a slight jolt and Quistis bumped her head on the bunk above her. Rubbing the small bruise on her head, she realized that the train was stopping. A sign flashed across a small screen in the sleeping car,
'Timber,' a tinny, electronic voice called out over the intercom, 'Timber,' it repeated. Quistis rose from the bed and walked into the next room to gather Seifer and Rajin. Seifer smirked as he saw Quistis and Fujin enter the room.
"So do you have a plan yet?" he asked, his voice dripping with contempt. Quistis fought the urge to scowl or scream at Seifer. Her eyes darted around the room and alighted on the small trapdoor leading to the outside.
"Come on," she ordered confidently, "Let's go."