Disclaimer: All characters who are not in the game belongs to me (Ah,
trying to be positive here.)
Squaresoft selfishly keeps the others locked.
Lil warning-lemon in this chappy. Mild, but there none-the-less :P Sorry if it sucks, I read an awful amount of lemon but I rarely write it.
(~I~)
Chapter 3: Wing of remembrance
The storm lasted all night long, but the sun had finally risen over a calm, pink sea. The streets of Balamb, still dripping wet from the rain glittered in the faint light. It was way too early, on this Saturday morning, for most Balamb people to sneak out of their bed, let alone wander in the streets.
Quistis always asked for this time to go down on Gaia. Her reasons were no secrets to anybody: Quistis had panic when confronted to crowds, or to living humans in general. That was in fact part of the reason why she had been thrown at Beth for her "education"
Beth could clearly remember Quistis' terror when she forced her to land directly in the middle of an overcrowded street on Balamb's spring Festival. It had broke her heart in several pieces and for the first time in her centuries of work, Beth had felt pity. She had since then given up the idea of forcing her blonde friend into anything else. Time would teach her what Beth couldn't. Meanwhile, the people 'up' had seen that Quistis also had a good influence on grumpy Beth, so they decided that sticking both of them together for a couple centuries would be a good thing. Beth, however, wasn't that sure. But she loved the girl, and had to admit living with her was far easier than with a lot of other angels she had met in her long overdeath life.
As always, they had drifted amongst the strong ocean winds on a few kilometers before entering the harbor of Balamb, barely large enough to have a cargo anchored. Beth always fled several meters away from Quistis, in case something happened to the fragile woman. Behind her, Another angel fled, her bright yellow and orange wings spread full width to catch the heat of the rising sun. Her curled mid-long red hair and tiny silver glasses covering very pale green eyes made her look like the teacher's pet, which was very far from the truth. In fact Fanny was illiterate, never being able to go to school dues to extreme poverty and later, general uncaring. Being a pretty ill kid, with almost no immune defenses, she was rarely admitted to go out of the small house her family inhabited. However, at the pretty tender age of sixteen, she decided to run away, in spite of her now confirmed anemia and general state of weakness. Three months later, she was pregnant, and seven months later, dead from many complications dues to her fragile health not allowing a baby to grow properly.
From what she was told, that baby she hadn't even been able to give birth to, would have been a great warrior, and Headmaster of Trabia Garden. From what they told her, he would have been the one able to stop a missile attack on Trabia, a few years ago. If she had waited a few years, her pregnancy would have ended up with a baby-hero. Her mistake resulted in many useless deaths. If only she had waited a few more years.but regrets were only added pain in the world she now lived in.
Above Balamb's harbor, Beth gave the landing signal for everyone. Amongst quite a few things, Quistis had real troubles with her landing, and this day was no exception. While Beth and Fanny gracefully used their wings to decrease their speed until their feet touched the ground, Quistis miscalculated the distance between her and the asphalt, and ended up painfully bumping on her bottom, her wings sprawled around her in a mess of water, mud and feathers. Fanny laughed, Beth shook her head while helping the poor humiliated thing back on her feet.
"You know," Quistis began, barely murmuring, "Back in the old times I was the mighty Quistis Trepe, and nothing ever failed when I was around. Now look at me. I'm happy to be dead so no-one can see me."
That made everyone laugh
"Let's go." Beth said, breaking the silliness of the moment. Faces went back to their stone-like expression. Their wings slid back in their sheaths as they started walking up the main road, Beth and Fanny walking first and Quistis following, slightly hoping the moment where they would have to part wasn't going to happen today.
Of course, she knew the moment would come, and it came quickly. Beth looked over her shoulder at the white-clad blonde and pronounced the accursed words:
"Off limits, now. You stay here."
Quistis nodded and stopped dead on her tracks. Beth nodded back, and they started walking again.
"Aren't you a little rough on her?" Fanny murmured to her friend as soon as Quistis turned her back to them.
"Need to. Sometimes she won't listen. And I already have enough work without having to monitor her whereabouts."
"Oh you altruist hard-worker."
The door of the hotel-bar kept Beth from formulating one of her famous bitter reply. Silently, they slid their immortal forms in the main room. Not surprisingly, it was silent, with the exception of the snoring of an old drunk who apparently crashed down between two table and was unable to move. Fanny's nose wrinkled at the sour smell of sweat, alcohol and vomit. How could anybody possibly live in this cowshed? The look in Beth's face showed nothing but disinterest. She had seen far worse than this place, and would probably see much worse soon. Silently, her leading steps made their way up the stairs, where they knew Seifer laid. Same room. Sober, they prayed.
Prayers unanswered, once again, Beth thought bitterly as soon as the heavy breath of one really messed-up Seifer exhaled whiskey stench through the room. He laid on his stomach on the thin, dirty mattress. Again, a small body laid curled on his side, almost swallowed by his massive frame. Bottles on the nightstand, bottles on the floor.
"Back to the starting point, do not collect anything..." Beth whispered wearily. This was one damn thick skull. Too bad he had not choice but to obey. Just in case, she started formulating a very useful soundproof magic wall she had learned from Aaron, one of the low-ranked angels that helped her in the Almasy case. A light smell of burnt paper told her it worked.
This time Beth certainly didn't felt like cleaning and playing mind games waiting for his Majesty to wake up and yell. On common agreement, Beth grabbed the hooker by the waist while Fanny opened the room's only window and held it open so her companion could throw the annoying screaming thing out. Meanwhile, Seifer had fallen out of bed but chosen to simply sit on the floor watching the pair works, not really surprised and perfectly knowing the worst was yet to come.
The bottles followed the prostitute.
"There, done." Beth finally said, and cast curaga and esuna on him. Immediately the hangover faded, and he found himself back to insane reality. "Ready?"
"For what?" The blonde snarled at her.
"To go fishing, dumbass!" Beth snarled back with equal hostility.
"Hey!" Fanny quickly separated them with her body before they started fighting. Seifer cast a furious glance at her and lost a bit of it's bearing.
"I know you, don't I?" He asked inspecting her freckles-covered face and clear aquamarine eyes.
"Sure." She answered smiling to reveal perfect pearl teeth and sharp canines. You've seen me everyday of your life. Not necessarily noticed me, but I was there.
"You were there?" He repeated dumbly.
"Everywhere. Remember that time you settled Zell's mattress on fire when you were a kid?"
"Uh yeah."
"And never wondered why you never got caught and punished for it?"
"Well yeah.but it's not very clear in my head."
"Oh is it? You ran away like a coward while the fire threatened to get the whole place. You were calling Zell the cry-baby, but you weren't exactly an example of courage either."
"Hey, who-"
"Haven't you figured that out yet? I have wings. I kept following you since your birth. Need any more clues?"
".I never actually believed in guardian angels."
"Well now you do."
"You're my guardian?"
"Well not anymore. They relieved me from my functions a couple months ago, when they realized you were not likely going to change you self-destructive ways with yourself. You didn't need me anymore. So I left. I am on standby right now. They're gonna affect me to someone else soon."
Seifer looked deceived.
"You know, I've always thought guardians were only taking care of one person in their lives."
"Now aren't you the romantic type!" Beth snorted from her corner.
"We're affected to only one person at a time, if that can be of any comfort. But we have centuries and centuries to hold on before we get forgiven. What do you expect us to be doing through all these years?"
"Uh.."
"Exactly."
"Now will you excuse me but we have business to do." Beth cut through the moment and slightly pulled Fanny out of the way. "Seifer we've came back to explain to you the terms of the bargain I've offered you earlier."
"There was no bargain since I never accepted it in the first place anyway."
"Oh is it?" Beth asked.
"Yeah!" He barked aggressively.
Beth sighed. "We're never going to be good with each other, Almasy. We're too much alike. And you know that if you're not going to cooperate, Fanny and I here will give you a reason."
Beth nodded to Fanny who was now sitting beside Seifer on the mattress. Fanny who spent every moment of his life beside him, a hand on his shoulder. She shared his burdens, ate his meals, slept in his beds. Briefly, as she touched the point in the exact middle between his eyes, Seifer thought about how his life would have turned out to be if he had known, from the very beginning, that he was never going to be alone.
Then his eyes slid shut, and he felt himself fall into a vivid dream.
(~I~)
Flashback # 1-Balamb Garden
Morning sun settled over their shared bed. Seifer was the first to wake up, as the light coming from above him, through the thin curtains, always annoyed him. Slowly, he drew his numb arm from under Quistis' still sleeping form, drawing a small unconscious whimper from her. The standard size SeeD bed was definitely not fitting for a couple, but they had no choice, since Quistis had more and more trouble getting sleep in an empty bed. After a year and a half of tight relationship, it just had to happen.
Seifer lazily stretched and checked the bedside clock. Near eight in the morning. Quite early for a Saturday. He turned his back to the sleeping Quistis and tried to go back to sleep.
Half an hour later, he had to admit he was not going to sleep any more that morning.
Quistis sighed behind him, and he felt her shift until her chest pressed against his back, and a long, soft arm slid around his waist to hug him closer. Seifer smiled and turned to face his love, whom quickly welcomed him with a breath-taking, not innocent at all kiss. The blonde woman's eyes kept shut but she smiled and leaned closer to him, her hands losing their sleepy dumbness to freely roam over him, his chiseled, broad shoulders and strong arms. Seifer felt light-headed, as he always felt when she touched him, held him, made him feel desired in every part of himself, even the less nice ones. Happily for his balance, another part of him was feeling substantially heavy.
Quistis scowled when the arms that only held her at first started to constrict around her willowy frame, cutting all means of escape from her boyfriend's heightening desire. She had only been awake for a few minutes and felt dizzy. She wanted to go back to sleep. A long finger gently traced the side of her head, starting from the sensitive spot behind her ear and sliding down her neck to the junction of her shoulder. This time she moaned and tried to push his hand away, but Seifer was not the kind of man to accept a refusal without testing his victim's limits.
A victim that was already quite weakened by the time Seifer's hand got to quit teasing her incredibly smooth, slightly rounded belly to dive down between her eagerly parted legs. She cried out, a sound that could have woken up the entire dormitory, if he hadn't took the time to cover her mouth with his other hand first, then with his mouth. No matter the time of the night or day, she always kept that strange and utterly arousing taste of raspberries. The smell of the wild berries also kept lingering around her, nestled in her golden blonde locks, in the crook of her neck, and under her breast. Natural perfume. So enticing.
Quistis pulled her lips away from his and gasped for air. Seifer only tightened his grip on the small sensitive nub between her legs, milking arousing moans and cries from her heavenly mouth. Soon enough her hands rhythmically constricted against his arms and she savagely bit the skin where his neck met his shoulder, breaking the skin. The blonde man howled in pain and tried to get her teeth off the bleeding wound. No luck, she held on to it for her dear life, actually sucking the blood off it. Seifer growled but finally settled down and closed his eyes, letting her do whatever she wanted off him. Rich idea, he thought as he felt the luscious body shift and settle on top of him. A burning palm slid down his toned, sun-kissed chest, amusing itself with the sensitive nipples, the thin patch of golden hair, the curves that erupted with goose bump at every stroke. Seifer groaned in her mouth, which had finally left the painful skin to head back to his, where the taste of his own blood sensually lingered. But she actually waited for his vocal efforts to grow louder, more irritated, before giving him what he wanted, the hard, demanding squeeze on his engorged manhood. Quistis liked to be in charge of everything. Sex with her was a fight for dominance, a struggle she won without any resistance that morning, and cried in pleasure and victory while he slid helplessly inside her.
As a teen Seifer had fucked more than one pretty girl in Garden. In fact, his sexual prowess had been turned into legends even since his first year at the mercenary school. But no-one had ever possessed him like the gorgeous blonde woman had. Not even Ultimecia, who held him in a dream-like haze for several months, yet still never succeeded to beat his rebellious temper. Quistis, the same bossy instructor he had learned to laugh at in his early Garden years, had turned him in just like a lap dog. She held him on a tight leash without even trying.
And it worth every moment with that leash, he was sure of it. Her body shone with sweat and writhed beautifully above him, lost in a sensual haze that seemed to swallow him all. So intense, so concentrated. He briefly wondered if anyone else than him ever saw her as beautiful as she was at that very moment. He hoped not.
Quistis' body moved slowly at first, as her hands gripped the firm hills of his chest. Seifer in return grabbed her by the waist, making her whimper half in pleasure, half in irritation of being controlled. That made him smile, the cocky smile he loved so much, and his hands migrated from the soft valleys to her breast, where they gripped the burning flesh and molested the knotted nipples. The blonde woman in return accelerated the pace of her trusting, until she was literally slamming against him, the distinct and arousing sound of flesh slapping filling the room. Seifer's hands had left her tender body to clutch at the bedsheets, helpless against the first waves of ecstasy that crashed against him. Pityless, she only rode him harder until her cries matched his, and her convulsing heat welcomed his spilled essence. Only then did the battle end and did they became lovers again. Quistis' body collapsed on him, boneless and exhausted, while he encased her trembling frame in a powerful embrace, savoring the last feels of her heat around his softening erection.
If someone had told him, two years ago, that he was to tie his life to that wonderful girl, he would have laugh out loud at the face of the fucker and knocked him out with Hyperion. He once loathed her with every bit of his soul, knowing the hate was only a distorted form of the lust he felt at the same time. After Ultimecia's war, Seifer had been readmitted to Garden, taking back his old spot in the disciplinary committee and finally achieving his SeeD training to get to level 12. He and Quistis had become closer than they had ever been since their forgotten childhood, especially after said childhood started coming back to their memories, and they discovered that back then, they had been quite the little lovebirds. Seifer's stubbornness and cocky behavior hadn't changed a lot, but strangely Quistis didn't seem to be as bothered by it as she used to in her instructor days. In fact she finally admitted to him, a night of strange drunken wonders, that she always found it quite fascinating.
The kiss that followed had told him everything else he might need to know about her.
(~I~)
"FUCKING STOP IT!!!"
The scream was high-pitched and piercing, the sound of a wounded beast that didn't cared for it's image anymore. Fanny hadn't the time to remove her finger from his scarred flesh before receiving a powerful blow that sent her crashing to the ground, rolling a few times before getting her spinning head to think straight. Seifer rolled over on the bed and curled his body into a fetal position, holding his head with both hands. Nothing would fly out of this room, as the soundproof barrier held still, but Beth winced, hoping she hadn't made a mistake while formulating the spell, or they would soon have the whole place at the door.
"Do not EVER fuck with my mind like this!" Seifer yelled between two sobs at the still dizzy angel on the floor.
"We didn't invent anything, Seifer. Just brought back things you have been drowning for the past years."
Seifer's body on collapsed further "Sorry.sorry for being so weak, and for not saving her."
"No. Being sorry is useless. Regrets are useless. You'll learn that soon enough. Now are you ready to hear us?"
Seifer sighed shakily. "Ready."
"Great. Fanny?"
"Right. Well as Beth probably showed you, souls can't be delivered and led into immortal life without having to pay first for the unachievement of their mortal lives. She did explain this to you, but did you understood?"
"I think.."
"He did." Beth cut. "Go on."
"Okay then you're probably also aware that your own life is coming to an end. A tumor the size of a pea is currently sheathing itself inside your brain. It's localization will make it impossible for specialists to remove it. They made sure of that up above."
"How long before I die?"
"I'd say four months, not much more. It will grow quicker than usual tumors. And makes more damages. And at the end, you'll be paralyzed. That's it. Quick and clean."
"Great."
"Indeed. Now you also know that your purpose in life have not yet been done. And is quite impossible to realize, in fact, since the other person you needed-and I think I don't have to name her-is already dead. But things are, we really need this to be done, so They agreed to give you a second chance."
"Second chance."
"Chaos will arise from Gaia if your purpose is not done. This is going to be A LOT more serious to deal with it than to deal with your own stubborn stupidity. You have the choice to accept."
"And if I refuse?" Seifer's aggressiveness was swiftly returning to him.
"You won't refuse."
"Ah. Good one."
"You won't refuse. Trust us on this."
"And how do you plan to force me?"
"Fucking thick skull!" Beth yelled at him. "You have ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHERFUCKING IDEA how meaningless and small your own STUPID life is compared to the future of the universe! Get down your fucking pillar!"
Seifer was starting to get seriously pissed off at his company. The headache, along with the dry mouth and longing for drunken peace, was coming back, and he wanted to leave this place quick.
"If you aren't going to walk with us, we're going to force you."
"Try to." Seifer snarled. He gave a look to Hyperion's case, beside the bed. Knowing how useless it was.
"Fine." Beth snarled back, voice rising a good octave.
Just then, a light knock was heard against the door. Beth jumped knowing the soundproof wall was supposed to work both ways and block any sound. But the knocking came back and she knew who it had to be.
"Quistis, I told you to stay back!"
The door opened slowly and Seifer thought he was dreaming, seeing the most exquisite version of his lifetime love appearing. The long white dress nicely clung to her like no other clothes had ever been. Her longer hair fell down her back in golden waves, shorter bangs hanging from the front and caressing her cheeks. She was pale, very pale, even paler than the snow he remember her lying in, in the last minutes of her short life.
For a moment he stood still, his body so rigid that he would have shattered if someone had touched him. Quistis stood on the doorstep, eyes connected with his, a slight smile on her lips.
Cerulean eyes that glittered in the darkness.
Then he fainted.
(~I~)
I am just no fun, aren't I? *laugh* sorry for making you wait another chapter to know what exactly is the thing Seifer needs to do. I just didn't feel like telling you right now :P :P :P
*ducks avoiding flying axes and knives*
**Note** I think I will maybe have to explain my concept of the angels soon, so why not right now? :) They are not *Over mighty*, they cannot communicate telepathically, nor locate each other in distance. They can call each other, but never knowing who can hear. They can destroy and rebuild, but all of their powers depends of their rank. Beth and Fanny being pretty low in rank, they don't have much powers. Quistis would be higher.
Thanks for listening, we're now returning to our normal program.
Lil warning-lemon in this chappy. Mild, but there none-the-less :P Sorry if it sucks, I read an awful amount of lemon but I rarely write it.
(~I~)
Chapter 3: Wing of remembrance
The storm lasted all night long, but the sun had finally risen over a calm, pink sea. The streets of Balamb, still dripping wet from the rain glittered in the faint light. It was way too early, on this Saturday morning, for most Balamb people to sneak out of their bed, let alone wander in the streets.
Quistis always asked for this time to go down on Gaia. Her reasons were no secrets to anybody: Quistis had panic when confronted to crowds, or to living humans in general. That was in fact part of the reason why she had been thrown at Beth for her "education"
Beth could clearly remember Quistis' terror when she forced her to land directly in the middle of an overcrowded street on Balamb's spring Festival. It had broke her heart in several pieces and for the first time in her centuries of work, Beth had felt pity. She had since then given up the idea of forcing her blonde friend into anything else. Time would teach her what Beth couldn't. Meanwhile, the people 'up' had seen that Quistis also had a good influence on grumpy Beth, so they decided that sticking both of them together for a couple centuries would be a good thing. Beth, however, wasn't that sure. But she loved the girl, and had to admit living with her was far easier than with a lot of other angels she had met in her long overdeath life.
As always, they had drifted amongst the strong ocean winds on a few kilometers before entering the harbor of Balamb, barely large enough to have a cargo anchored. Beth always fled several meters away from Quistis, in case something happened to the fragile woman. Behind her, Another angel fled, her bright yellow and orange wings spread full width to catch the heat of the rising sun. Her curled mid-long red hair and tiny silver glasses covering very pale green eyes made her look like the teacher's pet, which was very far from the truth. In fact Fanny was illiterate, never being able to go to school dues to extreme poverty and later, general uncaring. Being a pretty ill kid, with almost no immune defenses, she was rarely admitted to go out of the small house her family inhabited. However, at the pretty tender age of sixteen, she decided to run away, in spite of her now confirmed anemia and general state of weakness. Three months later, she was pregnant, and seven months later, dead from many complications dues to her fragile health not allowing a baby to grow properly.
From what she was told, that baby she hadn't even been able to give birth to, would have been a great warrior, and Headmaster of Trabia Garden. From what they told her, he would have been the one able to stop a missile attack on Trabia, a few years ago. If she had waited a few years, her pregnancy would have ended up with a baby-hero. Her mistake resulted in many useless deaths. If only she had waited a few more years.but regrets were only added pain in the world she now lived in.
Above Balamb's harbor, Beth gave the landing signal for everyone. Amongst quite a few things, Quistis had real troubles with her landing, and this day was no exception. While Beth and Fanny gracefully used their wings to decrease their speed until their feet touched the ground, Quistis miscalculated the distance between her and the asphalt, and ended up painfully bumping on her bottom, her wings sprawled around her in a mess of water, mud and feathers. Fanny laughed, Beth shook her head while helping the poor humiliated thing back on her feet.
"You know," Quistis began, barely murmuring, "Back in the old times I was the mighty Quistis Trepe, and nothing ever failed when I was around. Now look at me. I'm happy to be dead so no-one can see me."
That made everyone laugh
"Let's go." Beth said, breaking the silliness of the moment. Faces went back to their stone-like expression. Their wings slid back in their sheaths as they started walking up the main road, Beth and Fanny walking first and Quistis following, slightly hoping the moment where they would have to part wasn't going to happen today.
Of course, she knew the moment would come, and it came quickly. Beth looked over her shoulder at the white-clad blonde and pronounced the accursed words:
"Off limits, now. You stay here."
Quistis nodded and stopped dead on her tracks. Beth nodded back, and they started walking again.
"Aren't you a little rough on her?" Fanny murmured to her friend as soon as Quistis turned her back to them.
"Need to. Sometimes she won't listen. And I already have enough work without having to monitor her whereabouts."
"Oh you altruist hard-worker."
The door of the hotel-bar kept Beth from formulating one of her famous bitter reply. Silently, they slid their immortal forms in the main room. Not surprisingly, it was silent, with the exception of the snoring of an old drunk who apparently crashed down between two table and was unable to move. Fanny's nose wrinkled at the sour smell of sweat, alcohol and vomit. How could anybody possibly live in this cowshed? The look in Beth's face showed nothing but disinterest. She had seen far worse than this place, and would probably see much worse soon. Silently, her leading steps made their way up the stairs, where they knew Seifer laid. Same room. Sober, they prayed.
Prayers unanswered, once again, Beth thought bitterly as soon as the heavy breath of one really messed-up Seifer exhaled whiskey stench through the room. He laid on his stomach on the thin, dirty mattress. Again, a small body laid curled on his side, almost swallowed by his massive frame. Bottles on the nightstand, bottles on the floor.
"Back to the starting point, do not collect anything..." Beth whispered wearily. This was one damn thick skull. Too bad he had not choice but to obey. Just in case, she started formulating a very useful soundproof magic wall she had learned from Aaron, one of the low-ranked angels that helped her in the Almasy case. A light smell of burnt paper told her it worked.
This time Beth certainly didn't felt like cleaning and playing mind games waiting for his Majesty to wake up and yell. On common agreement, Beth grabbed the hooker by the waist while Fanny opened the room's only window and held it open so her companion could throw the annoying screaming thing out. Meanwhile, Seifer had fallen out of bed but chosen to simply sit on the floor watching the pair works, not really surprised and perfectly knowing the worst was yet to come.
The bottles followed the prostitute.
"There, done." Beth finally said, and cast curaga and esuna on him. Immediately the hangover faded, and he found himself back to insane reality. "Ready?"
"For what?" The blonde snarled at her.
"To go fishing, dumbass!" Beth snarled back with equal hostility.
"Hey!" Fanny quickly separated them with her body before they started fighting. Seifer cast a furious glance at her and lost a bit of it's bearing.
"I know you, don't I?" He asked inspecting her freckles-covered face and clear aquamarine eyes.
"Sure." She answered smiling to reveal perfect pearl teeth and sharp canines. You've seen me everyday of your life. Not necessarily noticed me, but I was there.
"You were there?" He repeated dumbly.
"Everywhere. Remember that time you settled Zell's mattress on fire when you were a kid?"
"Uh yeah."
"And never wondered why you never got caught and punished for it?"
"Well yeah.but it's not very clear in my head."
"Oh is it? You ran away like a coward while the fire threatened to get the whole place. You were calling Zell the cry-baby, but you weren't exactly an example of courage either."
"Hey, who-"
"Haven't you figured that out yet? I have wings. I kept following you since your birth. Need any more clues?"
".I never actually believed in guardian angels."
"Well now you do."
"You're my guardian?"
"Well not anymore. They relieved me from my functions a couple months ago, when they realized you were not likely going to change you self-destructive ways with yourself. You didn't need me anymore. So I left. I am on standby right now. They're gonna affect me to someone else soon."
Seifer looked deceived.
"You know, I've always thought guardians were only taking care of one person in their lives."
"Now aren't you the romantic type!" Beth snorted from her corner.
"We're affected to only one person at a time, if that can be of any comfort. But we have centuries and centuries to hold on before we get forgiven. What do you expect us to be doing through all these years?"
"Uh.."
"Exactly."
"Now will you excuse me but we have business to do." Beth cut through the moment and slightly pulled Fanny out of the way. "Seifer we've came back to explain to you the terms of the bargain I've offered you earlier."
"There was no bargain since I never accepted it in the first place anyway."
"Oh is it?" Beth asked.
"Yeah!" He barked aggressively.
Beth sighed. "We're never going to be good with each other, Almasy. We're too much alike. And you know that if you're not going to cooperate, Fanny and I here will give you a reason."
Beth nodded to Fanny who was now sitting beside Seifer on the mattress. Fanny who spent every moment of his life beside him, a hand on his shoulder. She shared his burdens, ate his meals, slept in his beds. Briefly, as she touched the point in the exact middle between his eyes, Seifer thought about how his life would have turned out to be if he had known, from the very beginning, that he was never going to be alone.
Then his eyes slid shut, and he felt himself fall into a vivid dream.
(~I~)
Flashback # 1-Balamb Garden
Morning sun settled over their shared bed. Seifer was the first to wake up, as the light coming from above him, through the thin curtains, always annoyed him. Slowly, he drew his numb arm from under Quistis' still sleeping form, drawing a small unconscious whimper from her. The standard size SeeD bed was definitely not fitting for a couple, but they had no choice, since Quistis had more and more trouble getting sleep in an empty bed. After a year and a half of tight relationship, it just had to happen.
Seifer lazily stretched and checked the bedside clock. Near eight in the morning. Quite early for a Saturday. He turned his back to the sleeping Quistis and tried to go back to sleep.
Half an hour later, he had to admit he was not going to sleep any more that morning.
Quistis sighed behind him, and he felt her shift until her chest pressed against his back, and a long, soft arm slid around his waist to hug him closer. Seifer smiled and turned to face his love, whom quickly welcomed him with a breath-taking, not innocent at all kiss. The blonde woman's eyes kept shut but she smiled and leaned closer to him, her hands losing their sleepy dumbness to freely roam over him, his chiseled, broad shoulders and strong arms. Seifer felt light-headed, as he always felt when she touched him, held him, made him feel desired in every part of himself, even the less nice ones. Happily for his balance, another part of him was feeling substantially heavy.
Quistis scowled when the arms that only held her at first started to constrict around her willowy frame, cutting all means of escape from her boyfriend's heightening desire. She had only been awake for a few minutes and felt dizzy. She wanted to go back to sleep. A long finger gently traced the side of her head, starting from the sensitive spot behind her ear and sliding down her neck to the junction of her shoulder. This time she moaned and tried to push his hand away, but Seifer was not the kind of man to accept a refusal without testing his victim's limits.
A victim that was already quite weakened by the time Seifer's hand got to quit teasing her incredibly smooth, slightly rounded belly to dive down between her eagerly parted legs. She cried out, a sound that could have woken up the entire dormitory, if he hadn't took the time to cover her mouth with his other hand first, then with his mouth. No matter the time of the night or day, she always kept that strange and utterly arousing taste of raspberries. The smell of the wild berries also kept lingering around her, nestled in her golden blonde locks, in the crook of her neck, and under her breast. Natural perfume. So enticing.
Quistis pulled her lips away from his and gasped for air. Seifer only tightened his grip on the small sensitive nub between her legs, milking arousing moans and cries from her heavenly mouth. Soon enough her hands rhythmically constricted against his arms and she savagely bit the skin where his neck met his shoulder, breaking the skin. The blonde man howled in pain and tried to get her teeth off the bleeding wound. No luck, she held on to it for her dear life, actually sucking the blood off it. Seifer growled but finally settled down and closed his eyes, letting her do whatever she wanted off him. Rich idea, he thought as he felt the luscious body shift and settle on top of him. A burning palm slid down his toned, sun-kissed chest, amusing itself with the sensitive nipples, the thin patch of golden hair, the curves that erupted with goose bump at every stroke. Seifer groaned in her mouth, which had finally left the painful skin to head back to his, where the taste of his own blood sensually lingered. But she actually waited for his vocal efforts to grow louder, more irritated, before giving him what he wanted, the hard, demanding squeeze on his engorged manhood. Quistis liked to be in charge of everything. Sex with her was a fight for dominance, a struggle she won without any resistance that morning, and cried in pleasure and victory while he slid helplessly inside her.
As a teen Seifer had fucked more than one pretty girl in Garden. In fact, his sexual prowess had been turned into legends even since his first year at the mercenary school. But no-one had ever possessed him like the gorgeous blonde woman had. Not even Ultimecia, who held him in a dream-like haze for several months, yet still never succeeded to beat his rebellious temper. Quistis, the same bossy instructor he had learned to laugh at in his early Garden years, had turned him in just like a lap dog. She held him on a tight leash without even trying.
And it worth every moment with that leash, he was sure of it. Her body shone with sweat and writhed beautifully above him, lost in a sensual haze that seemed to swallow him all. So intense, so concentrated. He briefly wondered if anyone else than him ever saw her as beautiful as she was at that very moment. He hoped not.
Quistis' body moved slowly at first, as her hands gripped the firm hills of his chest. Seifer in return grabbed her by the waist, making her whimper half in pleasure, half in irritation of being controlled. That made him smile, the cocky smile he loved so much, and his hands migrated from the soft valleys to her breast, where they gripped the burning flesh and molested the knotted nipples. The blonde woman in return accelerated the pace of her trusting, until she was literally slamming against him, the distinct and arousing sound of flesh slapping filling the room. Seifer's hands had left her tender body to clutch at the bedsheets, helpless against the first waves of ecstasy that crashed against him. Pityless, she only rode him harder until her cries matched his, and her convulsing heat welcomed his spilled essence. Only then did the battle end and did they became lovers again. Quistis' body collapsed on him, boneless and exhausted, while he encased her trembling frame in a powerful embrace, savoring the last feels of her heat around his softening erection.
If someone had told him, two years ago, that he was to tie his life to that wonderful girl, he would have laugh out loud at the face of the fucker and knocked him out with Hyperion. He once loathed her with every bit of his soul, knowing the hate was only a distorted form of the lust he felt at the same time. After Ultimecia's war, Seifer had been readmitted to Garden, taking back his old spot in the disciplinary committee and finally achieving his SeeD training to get to level 12. He and Quistis had become closer than they had ever been since their forgotten childhood, especially after said childhood started coming back to their memories, and they discovered that back then, they had been quite the little lovebirds. Seifer's stubbornness and cocky behavior hadn't changed a lot, but strangely Quistis didn't seem to be as bothered by it as she used to in her instructor days. In fact she finally admitted to him, a night of strange drunken wonders, that she always found it quite fascinating.
The kiss that followed had told him everything else he might need to know about her.
(~I~)
"FUCKING STOP IT!!!"
The scream was high-pitched and piercing, the sound of a wounded beast that didn't cared for it's image anymore. Fanny hadn't the time to remove her finger from his scarred flesh before receiving a powerful blow that sent her crashing to the ground, rolling a few times before getting her spinning head to think straight. Seifer rolled over on the bed and curled his body into a fetal position, holding his head with both hands. Nothing would fly out of this room, as the soundproof barrier held still, but Beth winced, hoping she hadn't made a mistake while formulating the spell, or they would soon have the whole place at the door.
"Do not EVER fuck with my mind like this!" Seifer yelled between two sobs at the still dizzy angel on the floor.
"We didn't invent anything, Seifer. Just brought back things you have been drowning for the past years."
Seifer's body on collapsed further "Sorry.sorry for being so weak, and for not saving her."
"No. Being sorry is useless. Regrets are useless. You'll learn that soon enough. Now are you ready to hear us?"
Seifer sighed shakily. "Ready."
"Great. Fanny?"
"Right. Well as Beth probably showed you, souls can't be delivered and led into immortal life without having to pay first for the unachievement of their mortal lives. She did explain this to you, but did you understood?"
"I think.."
"He did." Beth cut. "Go on."
"Okay then you're probably also aware that your own life is coming to an end. A tumor the size of a pea is currently sheathing itself inside your brain. It's localization will make it impossible for specialists to remove it. They made sure of that up above."
"How long before I die?"
"I'd say four months, not much more. It will grow quicker than usual tumors. And makes more damages. And at the end, you'll be paralyzed. That's it. Quick and clean."
"Great."
"Indeed. Now you also know that your purpose in life have not yet been done. And is quite impossible to realize, in fact, since the other person you needed-and I think I don't have to name her-is already dead. But things are, we really need this to be done, so They agreed to give you a second chance."
"Second chance."
"Chaos will arise from Gaia if your purpose is not done. This is going to be A LOT more serious to deal with it than to deal with your own stubborn stupidity. You have the choice to accept."
"And if I refuse?" Seifer's aggressiveness was swiftly returning to him.
"You won't refuse."
"Ah. Good one."
"You won't refuse. Trust us on this."
"And how do you plan to force me?"
"Fucking thick skull!" Beth yelled at him. "You have ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHERFUCKING IDEA how meaningless and small your own STUPID life is compared to the future of the universe! Get down your fucking pillar!"
Seifer was starting to get seriously pissed off at his company. The headache, along with the dry mouth and longing for drunken peace, was coming back, and he wanted to leave this place quick.
"If you aren't going to walk with us, we're going to force you."
"Try to." Seifer snarled. He gave a look to Hyperion's case, beside the bed. Knowing how useless it was.
"Fine." Beth snarled back, voice rising a good octave.
Just then, a light knock was heard against the door. Beth jumped knowing the soundproof wall was supposed to work both ways and block any sound. But the knocking came back and she knew who it had to be.
"Quistis, I told you to stay back!"
The door opened slowly and Seifer thought he was dreaming, seeing the most exquisite version of his lifetime love appearing. The long white dress nicely clung to her like no other clothes had ever been. Her longer hair fell down her back in golden waves, shorter bangs hanging from the front and caressing her cheeks. She was pale, very pale, even paler than the snow he remember her lying in, in the last minutes of her short life.
For a moment he stood still, his body so rigid that he would have shattered if someone had touched him. Quistis stood on the doorstep, eyes connected with his, a slight smile on her lips.
Cerulean eyes that glittered in the darkness.
Then he fainted.
(~I~)
I am just no fun, aren't I? *laugh* sorry for making you wait another chapter to know what exactly is the thing Seifer needs to do. I just didn't feel like telling you right now :P :P :P
*ducks avoiding flying axes and knives*
**Note** I think I will maybe have to explain my concept of the angels soon, so why not right now? :) They are not *Over mighty*, they cannot communicate telepathically, nor locate each other in distance. They can call each other, but never knowing who can hear. They can destroy and rebuild, but all of their powers depends of their rank. Beth and Fanny being pretty low in rank, they don't have much powers. Quistis would be higher.
Thanks for listening, we're now returning to our normal program.