Wow I'm actually writing, sorry it's been so long, stupid house, all
I ever do is clean, grrr. I hate moving. Oh if there's any '' it means the
person is thinking.
Disclaimer: me no own
Chapter 7
Seifer gave a low whistle as he surveyed his new living space. Space was the key word. Not even the highest-ranking SeeD had a room this big. Shit, the living room was bigger than his whole dorm, connected bathroom included. When he first entered he came into the living room, a big space complete with couch, lazy boy chair, a good size TV and bean bags. 'Bean bags? I guess politicians like to be comfortable.' The room after that was a small kitchen, well dining room since there wasn't a stove or anything to cook with. 'Everyone here probably order out for gourmet meals. They're all rich right?'
The bedroom was huge, with a desk, a king size bed, a big closet 'Did politicians really own THAT many clothes?' and, of course, a night stand. The bathroom had a shower, bathtub, and a Jacuzzi. 'Man these people now how to treat their guests.' He stepped back into the bedroom and started to unpack his duffel bag. Normally on a mission where he was undercover he never unpacked his stuff, just in case he had to leave in a hurry. But the president knew who they were so they could always get their stuff back later, plus if he ever invited anyone in it would look strange if his stuff wasn't' unpacked. He jumped when someone knocked on his door. 'Who could that be? I though dinner wasn't until 8.' He opened the door to find a man dressed in a black tux holding a suit bag.
"The young Mr. Montgomery sent this suit over for you sir." He said holding out the bag.
"Um.thanks. Is the dinner formal or something?"
"Of course not sir. But you will be needing it for meetings with various dignitaries." The man bowed, "I hope the suit is to your liking." And he left. He closed the door and removed the suit from the bag for inspection. To his surprise there were a few items of clothing stashed in the bag. He had one traditional black suit with a jacket. He also had a white, black, dark blue, light blue and medium green dress shirt to go under the suit. 'Thank Hyne they didn't give me a tie. I hate ties.' He checked the other pockets of the bag and turned up with a handful of ties. 'Damn. I'm NOT wearing a tie.' He stuffed the ties back in. 'I'll just pretend I didn't see them.'
He finished unpacking his duffel and he carefully hid his gunblade and its case in the closet. Not for the first time Seifer wished he'd chosen a smaller weapon. He sighed. 'I'm going to have to figure out an excuse for carrying that around. Well, now what? I've got an hour till dinner.I wonder how we're going to go about catching this guy? He could be just about anyone. He could be a she. Damn this could take a while. I should go ask Quistis what our game plan is going to be for this Hyne forsaken mission.' He left and crossed the hall to Quistis's room and knocked. She opened the door slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her blue eyes.
"What? Is it time for dinner?"
"Not quiet Sleeping non-beauty. I figured we should come up with a plan for figuring this mission out so we can solve it. You know the job we were sent here to do?" He said sarcastically. The sleep left Quistis's eyes as they iced over.
"I know why we're here, Seifer." She said icily.
"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me." Quistis rolled her eyes as she opened the door wider.
"Come in and stop acting like an idiot." She said in her instructor's voice.
"I'm not an idiot instructor." He said her ex-title mockingly.
"I never said you are an idiot. I said you ACT like an idiot. There's a difference. Though not a very large one in your case." Seifer grabbed his chest and mocked pain.
"You really hurt me deep Trepe."
"Seifer, my name's Quistis."
"But Trepe fits you so well." He said, his trademark smirk playing on his lips. Quistis rolled her eyes.
"What guy calls his girlfriend by his last name?"
"The romantic ones."
"Romantic? You?" She said before she broke out into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Seifer growled, anger flashing in his green eyes. Quistis controlled her laughter. She looked at Seifer and saw the anger and.hurt? in his eyes.
"Nothing. Sorry, just a little hard imagining you being romantic."
"Whatever." He said as he plopped down on her couch. He noticed that her room was just as nice as his. "They know how to treat their guests here huh?"
"Yeah, I know this room alone is bigger than my whole dorm! That's including the bathroom."
"I know, it's about the only high point to this mission."
"Awww, Seifer doesn't like politics?" Quistis mocked. Seifer made a face and stuck out his tongue. Qusitis stared at Seifer in shock. "Well, that was unexpected." Seifer laughed.
"Unlike you, Trepe, the rest of us in the world let loose every now and then."
"I let loose."
"Really? Tell me the last time you did something on a whim."
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"That's what I thought."
"When I was on stage." She said, so quietly he barely heard her.
"Huh?" He was completely confused.
"On stage, when I was acting. I improvise and I do things on a whim."
"You act?"
"Yes." He was taken by surprise. Quistis wasn't the kind of person he would imagine acting. He always though someone who acted would be like Selphie or Rinoa. Really perky or constantly changing her character. And Quistis was.well so prim and proper. He opened his mouth to comment when there was a knock on the door. The same man who had given him his suit was at the door announcing dinner. They both followed him to the 'dinning hall' in silence. Seifer was still in a mild shock. 'Quistis acting. It's as hard to picture as me being romantic.'
The dinning room was amazing. It was a bit rectangular room with a long wooden table in the center. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their candle shaped bulbs illuminating the room. The other residents were already there and they were introduced to the dignitaries and their families. They took the two empty seats left for them when the introductions were finished.
"Sorry I couldn't pick you two up this afternoon, but I had an emergency meeting." Said the Vice President, Allen Montgomery.
"It's fine sir, we understand. Tony was very nice." Quistis said smiling.
"Quistis, dear, what are studying in college?" Asked Ms. Montgomery.
"I'm.um.studying-"
"Acting." Seifer said coming to her aid.
"Well, Qustis can answer for herself, can't you dear?"
"Um.I -" 'Why is she drilling me?'
"She's a little shy about it. I keep telling her she's the best actress is the world, but she won't believe me." Seifer said, saving her yet again. "Aren't you 'dear'?" Quistis could hear the sarcasm in his voice when he said dear and for a second she stopped breathing, sure that everyone else heard it and their cover was blow, but no one else seemed to notice. She blushed when she realizes that everyone was looking at her, waiting for her to answer.
"Um.yeah, I'm not to far into it yet."
"Well, I'm sure you'll become a wonderful actress one day." Said Ms. Montgomery. "How long have you been studying?" And so the conversation went for the rest of the night. People asking Seifer and her about their lives, their studies their relationship until Quistis could no longer pull apart the lies and the bit of truth they'd put in them to make them more plausible.
Where had they met? They grew up together at an orphanage, one thing led to another. How long had they been together? About a year and a half. For the rest of dinner they answered question after question. The president finally saved them, he made an excuse about them being tired after such a long trip and they should get some rest for tomorrow. So they escaped.for now. Eric showed them to their hall and left after informing Seifer that he'd be there early the next morning to pick him up for his first meeting and that breakfast was whenever Quistis wanted it to be.
"Hyne." Seifer said running an ungloved hand through his hair. "I didn't expect to be drilled that soon." Quistis let out a big sigh.
"Tell me about it. We should sit down and make up a history for this 'relationship' so that we keep our stories straight."
"Yeah, we can do that tomorrow night and while we're at it we can figure out how we're going to go about completing this mission."
"So it's a 'date' then?" Quistis said smiling impishly. Seifer's replied by rolling his eyes.
"In your dream's instructor."
"In my nightmares you mean." She gave him a sweet smile before entering her dorm. Seifer laughed.
"In both our nightmares." He said to himself.
So what do you all think? Good? Bad? Oh, and if Anyone want's to know why cute guys shouldn't be your conscience read Elanor Took's story 'Cute guys in your conscience shouldn't be your guides' ^_^ R+R! I love hearing from you guys!.girls!
Chapter 7
Seifer gave a low whistle as he surveyed his new living space. Space was the key word. Not even the highest-ranking SeeD had a room this big. Shit, the living room was bigger than his whole dorm, connected bathroom included. When he first entered he came into the living room, a big space complete with couch, lazy boy chair, a good size TV and bean bags. 'Bean bags? I guess politicians like to be comfortable.' The room after that was a small kitchen, well dining room since there wasn't a stove or anything to cook with. 'Everyone here probably order out for gourmet meals. They're all rich right?'
The bedroom was huge, with a desk, a king size bed, a big closet 'Did politicians really own THAT many clothes?' and, of course, a night stand. The bathroom had a shower, bathtub, and a Jacuzzi. 'Man these people now how to treat their guests.' He stepped back into the bedroom and started to unpack his duffel bag. Normally on a mission where he was undercover he never unpacked his stuff, just in case he had to leave in a hurry. But the president knew who they were so they could always get their stuff back later, plus if he ever invited anyone in it would look strange if his stuff wasn't' unpacked. He jumped when someone knocked on his door. 'Who could that be? I though dinner wasn't until 8.' He opened the door to find a man dressed in a black tux holding a suit bag.
"The young Mr. Montgomery sent this suit over for you sir." He said holding out the bag.
"Um.thanks. Is the dinner formal or something?"
"Of course not sir. But you will be needing it for meetings with various dignitaries." The man bowed, "I hope the suit is to your liking." And he left. He closed the door and removed the suit from the bag for inspection. To his surprise there were a few items of clothing stashed in the bag. He had one traditional black suit with a jacket. He also had a white, black, dark blue, light blue and medium green dress shirt to go under the suit. 'Thank Hyne they didn't give me a tie. I hate ties.' He checked the other pockets of the bag and turned up with a handful of ties. 'Damn. I'm NOT wearing a tie.' He stuffed the ties back in. 'I'll just pretend I didn't see them.'
He finished unpacking his duffel and he carefully hid his gunblade and its case in the closet. Not for the first time Seifer wished he'd chosen a smaller weapon. He sighed. 'I'm going to have to figure out an excuse for carrying that around. Well, now what? I've got an hour till dinner.I wonder how we're going to go about catching this guy? He could be just about anyone. He could be a she. Damn this could take a while. I should go ask Quistis what our game plan is going to be for this Hyne forsaken mission.' He left and crossed the hall to Quistis's room and knocked. She opened the door slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her blue eyes.
"What? Is it time for dinner?"
"Not quiet Sleeping non-beauty. I figured we should come up with a plan for figuring this mission out so we can solve it. You know the job we were sent here to do?" He said sarcastically. The sleep left Quistis's eyes as they iced over.
"I know why we're here, Seifer." She said icily.
"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me." Quistis rolled her eyes as she opened the door wider.
"Come in and stop acting like an idiot." She said in her instructor's voice.
"I'm not an idiot instructor." He said her ex-title mockingly.
"I never said you are an idiot. I said you ACT like an idiot. There's a difference. Though not a very large one in your case." Seifer grabbed his chest and mocked pain.
"You really hurt me deep Trepe."
"Seifer, my name's Quistis."
"But Trepe fits you so well." He said, his trademark smirk playing on his lips. Quistis rolled her eyes.
"What guy calls his girlfriend by his last name?"
"The romantic ones."
"Romantic? You?" She said before she broke out into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Seifer growled, anger flashing in his green eyes. Quistis controlled her laughter. She looked at Seifer and saw the anger and.hurt? in his eyes.
"Nothing. Sorry, just a little hard imagining you being romantic."
"Whatever." He said as he plopped down on her couch. He noticed that her room was just as nice as his. "They know how to treat their guests here huh?"
"Yeah, I know this room alone is bigger than my whole dorm! That's including the bathroom."
"I know, it's about the only high point to this mission."
"Awww, Seifer doesn't like politics?" Quistis mocked. Seifer made a face and stuck out his tongue. Qusitis stared at Seifer in shock. "Well, that was unexpected." Seifer laughed.
"Unlike you, Trepe, the rest of us in the world let loose every now and then."
"I let loose."
"Really? Tell me the last time you did something on a whim."
"."
"That's what I thought."
"When I was on stage." She said, so quietly he barely heard her.
"Huh?" He was completely confused.
"On stage, when I was acting. I improvise and I do things on a whim."
"You act?"
"Yes." He was taken by surprise. Quistis wasn't the kind of person he would imagine acting. He always though someone who acted would be like Selphie or Rinoa. Really perky or constantly changing her character. And Quistis was.well so prim and proper. He opened his mouth to comment when there was a knock on the door. The same man who had given him his suit was at the door announcing dinner. They both followed him to the 'dinning hall' in silence. Seifer was still in a mild shock. 'Quistis acting. It's as hard to picture as me being romantic.'
The dinning room was amazing. It was a bit rectangular room with a long wooden table in the center. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their candle shaped bulbs illuminating the room. The other residents were already there and they were introduced to the dignitaries and their families. They took the two empty seats left for them when the introductions were finished.
"Sorry I couldn't pick you two up this afternoon, but I had an emergency meeting." Said the Vice President, Allen Montgomery.
"It's fine sir, we understand. Tony was very nice." Quistis said smiling.
"Quistis, dear, what are studying in college?" Asked Ms. Montgomery.
"I'm.um.studying-"
"Acting." Seifer said coming to her aid.
"Well, Qustis can answer for herself, can't you dear?"
"Um.I -" 'Why is she drilling me?'
"She's a little shy about it. I keep telling her she's the best actress is the world, but she won't believe me." Seifer said, saving her yet again. "Aren't you 'dear'?" Quistis could hear the sarcasm in his voice when he said dear and for a second she stopped breathing, sure that everyone else heard it and their cover was blow, but no one else seemed to notice. She blushed when she realizes that everyone was looking at her, waiting for her to answer.
"Um.yeah, I'm not to far into it yet."
"Well, I'm sure you'll become a wonderful actress one day." Said Ms. Montgomery. "How long have you been studying?" And so the conversation went for the rest of the night. People asking Seifer and her about their lives, their studies their relationship until Quistis could no longer pull apart the lies and the bit of truth they'd put in them to make them more plausible.
Where had they met? They grew up together at an orphanage, one thing led to another. How long had they been together? About a year and a half. For the rest of dinner they answered question after question. The president finally saved them, he made an excuse about them being tired after such a long trip and they should get some rest for tomorrow. So they escaped.for now. Eric showed them to their hall and left after informing Seifer that he'd be there early the next morning to pick him up for his first meeting and that breakfast was whenever Quistis wanted it to be.
"Hyne." Seifer said running an ungloved hand through his hair. "I didn't expect to be drilled that soon." Quistis let out a big sigh.
"Tell me about it. We should sit down and make up a history for this 'relationship' so that we keep our stories straight."
"Yeah, we can do that tomorrow night and while we're at it we can figure out how we're going to go about completing this mission."
"So it's a 'date' then?" Quistis said smiling impishly. Seifer's replied by rolling his eyes.
"In your dream's instructor."
"In my nightmares you mean." She gave him a sweet smile before entering her dorm. Seifer laughed.
"In both our nightmares." He said to himself.
So what do you all think? Good? Bad? Oh, and if Anyone want's to know why cute guys shouldn't be your conscience read Elanor Took's story 'Cute guys in your conscience shouldn't be your guides' ^_^ R+R! I love hearing from you guys!.girls!