Final Fantasy VIII
Whenever You Need Me
Author's Notes: Back again, back again, with my newest chapter! Please, review, like you ppl always do! (Hey, that rhymes!) Also, I introduce one original character and Rufus Shinra appears for a small cameo. (Tee hee!)
Even after the stars fade
from the sky,
and the world ends,
I will never stop loving you.
~kokuro_usagi
Chapter 16: Some Things Happen (a.k.a. What Happened After the Chapter Before Last)
Seifer stared into Quistis' cerulean eyes, opening his mouth to speak.
Quistis softly spoke. "Um…that was good."
Then the door flew open. Irvine, Zell, Selphie and another girl ran into the infirmary, all speaking the same time.
"--kissing, I saw it--"
"--even looking?"
"--if you dragged us here for nothing--"
"Hi, Quistis!" said the other girl cheerfully. She left Zell's side and joined Seifer beside Quistis' bed. Quistis recognized her. She was Kyrie Indigo, a member of the Disciplinary Committee and a black belt martial artist. The pigtailed girl grinned at Quistis. "How's your arm, Quistis? Still connected to your shoulder?"
"Feels like it."
Kyrie turned to Seifer, her lips twitching to a slight smile. "Mr. Almasy, sir."
Seifer blinked. "Are you purposely trying to make me feel old, Indigo?"
"N-no, sir, I just--"
"SEE! Look at them! They're not arguing!" Selphie suddenly shouted, pointing accusingly at the two blondes. "They've been swapping spit! Really!!"
"Ooookay, Sefie, please calm down," Irvine said, placing his hands on his girlfriend's small shoulders. "You're going to get a stroke exerting so much…er…voice." Selphie frowned up at the 6-foot cowboy, who simply patted her head in reply. Zell was staring intently at Seifer and Quistis, arms crossed. "So, did you?" he suddenly demanded.
Seifer shot him and look. "Did I what, Dincht?" he asked evenly.
Zell snorted. "Did you kiss her or not? Duh."
Seifer smirked. "And if I did?"
Zell's violet eyes narrowed. "You…what?"
The two nemeses glared down at each other for a few tense moments, until fair-haired Quistis stepped between them. Selphie gasped and Irvine called, "Quis, don't get out of bed!"
"Stop it right now, you two," the former instructor said. "Are you going to fight in the infirmary?"
"You know I'll have to take you both in if you do," Kyrie said behind Seifer. The Disciplinary Committee member was fiercely looking at Seifer and Zell. Her fists were placed firmly on her slender hips, her eyes fiery. "As a member of the Disciplinary Committee, it's my job to arrest rule breakers."
"I know how it works, Indigo," Seifer retorted. Kyrie's brows furrowed together in a deeper frown.
Zell growled and spun on his heel, stomping out of the infirmary. Kyrie soon followed. Selphie eyed Seifer and Quistis for a few seconds before running out. Irvine, however, stayed, smiling widely at the couple. Seifer suddenly snapped, "What?"
Irvine shrugged. "Always knew you'd end up together," he said, grinning. "You've been best friends since, what? Since Seifer first came to the orphanage? Knew you'd end up macking as soon as your hormones caught up with you." He pointed at Quistis. "You just make sure you stay a virgin for now, Quisty, you'll have plenty of time for that stuff when you retire from mercenary work--"
THWUMP!
Irvine's face met pillow. "You perverted little cowboy!" Quistis loudly said in shock, though she was flushing.
"Okay, shutting up now…" With an exaggerated bow, Irvine swept out of the room, only turning back to say, "Please don't moan too loudly, Quis, this room isn't soundproof." He hurried away before Quistis could throw more pillows at him.
"What a dork," the young woman said softly, turning her attention back to Seifer. "And you!" she suddenly said loudly, jabbing a finger at Seifer's chest.
"And me," Seifer said. "What about me?"
"How dare you kiss me!"
"Wha--you asked for it!" Seifer replied, baffled.
"Can't you tell a joke from an actual order?!"
"You're the one who said it was good!"
"Post-kiss trauma."
"Trauma?!?! Are you saying I'm a terrible kisser?!" Seifer raged.
"Well, yeah!" Quistis snapped back.
"You're such a spoiled brat!"
"Well, you're a molester!"
"That's a stupid excuse!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is NOT!"
"You sound like a child!"
"Well, so do you!"
"Do not!"
"There you go again!"
"Why are we arguing?!"
"I don't know!"
"Well, I do!"
"Why?!"
"Because!"
"Because what?" Seifer challenged.
"Because…because…" Quistis began.
"Well?" Seifer sneered. "Where's that wonderful intellect of yours when you need it, Quis?"
"Because we just are!" the young woman said, stomping a foot. "Because you had to follow me instead of going back to the beach, and because you just had to play the goddamned hero! You were lying when you said you got in, didn't you?! And it was my fault, all my fault, you just HAD to follow me!"
A stunned silence was Quistis' reply. She looked down at the floor, shoulders sagging. "It was my fault you didn't get in," she whispered.
Suddenly Seifer walked past her. She turned to look at him. "Seifer…?" she asked meekly.
"Dammit, Trepe, didn't I tell you I didn't check with the Headmaster yet?" he asked, his back turned to her. "I went after you because I had to. I don't leave people behind. Besides…I made a promise." He glanced back at the girl, knowing that she had no idea what he was talking about. "Just don't worry about it," he sighed. "Jeez, I'll check it out if you're so worried. Man…" And he stalked off, leaving Quistis in the infirmary, sniffling slightly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The woman lounging on the large leather couch of Rufus Shinra's expensive condo was tall, slender and pale, with sable hair that draped over one arm of the couch and pooled in a black pool at the carpeted floor and doe-brown eyes that were presently closed. Beside the couch was a shining silver shotgun, a state-in-the-art Exeter presently filled with Pulse Ammo. At the sound of footsteps, the woman known only as Wravyn Skye was immediately sitting upright, the Exeter in her hands. A blonde man with ice-blue eyes stood in the doorway of the condo, smiling. "Put the gun down, Wrav," Rufus Shinra said, walking over to the female mercenary. "It's only me."
"Hyne, Rufus, don't do that," the sable-haired woman said in a soft voice, rising to her feet. The wrinkled white polo she wore and jeans showed that she had been asleep for a while. She was barefoot, and the plush white carpet swallowed her feet. "I could've shot you."
"Could've, but didn't," the blue-eyed man replied, reaching out and lightly caressing Wravyn's face. "So, how did the assassination go?"
Wravyn's eyes immediately hardened. "She got away."
Rufus blinked. "What?"
Wravyn whirled around, gripping Exeter very tightly as she paced angrily. "The bitch got away. I didn't know she was bringing reinforcements. Some guy came after her…blonde, green eyes…kinda hot, but I let them get away. I needed to get out before he killed me." She turned back sharply to Rufus. "Do you know him?"
"You'll have to give me more information than hair and eye color, dear," Rufus replied, crossing his arms. "How'd the employer take it?"
"He was happy. Said it was part of his master plan."
"Good."
"No, it's not good," Wravyn snapped. "I don't care about anyone's master fucking plan, none of my prey get away from me."
"I love it when you talk predator talk," Rufus growled, wrapping an arm around Wravyn's waist.
"Not in the mood, Rufus."
"Mm, Wravyn, you're so hotheaded sometimes," Rufus murmured, kissing the woman's temple. "It's so sexy."
"I've never missed a shot. She was supposed to bleed to death," Wravyn continued.
"Now, dear, you know stress is bad for your heart."
"Like I give a damn, Rufus."
"But I do." Rufus pulled her closer, his free hand grasping the Exeter. "Release the gun, Wrav."
She obeyed. Rufus laid the gun to the floor and grasped one of Wravyn's hands, wrapping it around the back of his neck. Wravyn hummed softly, her fingers stroking the back of Rufus' neck lightly. "I need a massage," she suddenly said. "A long one."
"Is that code for sex?" Rufus questioned.
"Hell, no, Rufus. I wouldn't have sex if you paid me."
"Keep talking dirty. You're turning me on."
"Rufus, that's disgusting. I'm a fucking assassin, not a whore."
Rufus chuckled. "True."
Wravyn turned around, glaring up at Rufus. "Are you going to keep trying to get me in bed every time I come here?"
Rufus smiled. "Am I that obvious?"
Wravyn pushed him away. "Ugh."
Rufus stepped back, smirking. "Backing away, dear."
"Good."
"Well, what are you going to do now? You've missed a kill…for the first time, might I add."
"Well, since I'm not on a payroll anymore…I'm free to kill the bitch that got away." Wravyn smiled dangerously. "This will be fun."
Final Words:
Oooh, it got a little dirty right there, didn't it? Oh, well, please review!
Much love from kokuro_usagi
Whenever You Need Me
Author's Notes: Back again, back again, with my newest chapter! Please, review, like you ppl always do! (Hey, that rhymes!) Also, I introduce one original character and Rufus Shinra appears for a small cameo. (Tee hee!)
Even after the stars fade
from the sky,
and the world ends,
I will never stop loving you.
~kokuro_usagi
Chapter 16: Some Things Happen (a.k.a. What Happened After the Chapter Before Last)
Seifer stared into Quistis' cerulean eyes, opening his mouth to speak.
Quistis softly spoke. "Um…that was good."
Then the door flew open. Irvine, Zell, Selphie and another girl ran into the infirmary, all speaking the same time.
"--kissing, I saw it--"
"--even looking?"
"--if you dragged us here for nothing--"
"Hi, Quistis!" said the other girl cheerfully. She left Zell's side and joined Seifer beside Quistis' bed. Quistis recognized her. She was Kyrie Indigo, a member of the Disciplinary Committee and a black belt martial artist. The pigtailed girl grinned at Quistis. "How's your arm, Quistis? Still connected to your shoulder?"
"Feels like it."
Kyrie turned to Seifer, her lips twitching to a slight smile. "Mr. Almasy, sir."
Seifer blinked. "Are you purposely trying to make me feel old, Indigo?"
"N-no, sir, I just--"
"SEE! Look at them! They're not arguing!" Selphie suddenly shouted, pointing accusingly at the two blondes. "They've been swapping spit! Really!!"
"Ooookay, Sefie, please calm down," Irvine said, placing his hands on his girlfriend's small shoulders. "You're going to get a stroke exerting so much…er…voice." Selphie frowned up at the 6-foot cowboy, who simply patted her head in reply. Zell was staring intently at Seifer and Quistis, arms crossed. "So, did you?" he suddenly demanded.
Seifer shot him and look. "Did I what, Dincht?" he asked evenly.
Zell snorted. "Did you kiss her or not? Duh."
Seifer smirked. "And if I did?"
Zell's violet eyes narrowed. "You…what?"
The two nemeses glared down at each other for a few tense moments, until fair-haired Quistis stepped between them. Selphie gasped and Irvine called, "Quis, don't get out of bed!"
"Stop it right now, you two," the former instructor said. "Are you going to fight in the infirmary?"
"You know I'll have to take you both in if you do," Kyrie said behind Seifer. The Disciplinary Committee member was fiercely looking at Seifer and Zell. Her fists were placed firmly on her slender hips, her eyes fiery. "As a member of the Disciplinary Committee, it's my job to arrest rule breakers."
"I know how it works, Indigo," Seifer retorted. Kyrie's brows furrowed together in a deeper frown.
Zell growled and spun on his heel, stomping out of the infirmary. Kyrie soon followed. Selphie eyed Seifer and Quistis for a few seconds before running out. Irvine, however, stayed, smiling widely at the couple. Seifer suddenly snapped, "What?"
Irvine shrugged. "Always knew you'd end up together," he said, grinning. "You've been best friends since, what? Since Seifer first came to the orphanage? Knew you'd end up macking as soon as your hormones caught up with you." He pointed at Quistis. "You just make sure you stay a virgin for now, Quisty, you'll have plenty of time for that stuff when you retire from mercenary work--"
THWUMP!
Irvine's face met pillow. "You perverted little cowboy!" Quistis loudly said in shock, though she was flushing.
"Okay, shutting up now…" With an exaggerated bow, Irvine swept out of the room, only turning back to say, "Please don't moan too loudly, Quis, this room isn't soundproof." He hurried away before Quistis could throw more pillows at him.
"What a dork," the young woman said softly, turning her attention back to Seifer. "And you!" she suddenly said loudly, jabbing a finger at Seifer's chest.
"And me," Seifer said. "What about me?"
"How dare you kiss me!"
"Wha--you asked for it!" Seifer replied, baffled.
"Can't you tell a joke from an actual order?!"
"You're the one who said it was good!"
"Post-kiss trauma."
"Trauma?!?! Are you saying I'm a terrible kisser?!" Seifer raged.
"Well, yeah!" Quistis snapped back.
"You're such a spoiled brat!"
"Well, you're a molester!"
"That's a stupid excuse!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is NOT!"
"You sound like a child!"
"Well, so do you!"
"Do not!"
"There you go again!"
"Why are we arguing?!"
"I don't know!"
"Well, I do!"
"Why?!"
"Because!"
"Because what?" Seifer challenged.
"Because…because…" Quistis began.
"Well?" Seifer sneered. "Where's that wonderful intellect of yours when you need it, Quis?"
"Because we just are!" the young woman said, stomping a foot. "Because you had to follow me instead of going back to the beach, and because you just had to play the goddamned hero! You were lying when you said you got in, didn't you?! And it was my fault, all my fault, you just HAD to follow me!"
A stunned silence was Quistis' reply. She looked down at the floor, shoulders sagging. "It was my fault you didn't get in," she whispered.
Suddenly Seifer walked past her. She turned to look at him. "Seifer…?" she asked meekly.
"Dammit, Trepe, didn't I tell you I didn't check with the Headmaster yet?" he asked, his back turned to her. "I went after you because I had to. I don't leave people behind. Besides…I made a promise." He glanced back at the girl, knowing that she had no idea what he was talking about. "Just don't worry about it," he sighed. "Jeez, I'll check it out if you're so worried. Man…" And he stalked off, leaving Quistis in the infirmary, sniffling slightly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The woman lounging on the large leather couch of Rufus Shinra's expensive condo was tall, slender and pale, with sable hair that draped over one arm of the couch and pooled in a black pool at the carpeted floor and doe-brown eyes that were presently closed. Beside the couch was a shining silver shotgun, a state-in-the-art Exeter presently filled with Pulse Ammo. At the sound of footsteps, the woman known only as Wravyn Skye was immediately sitting upright, the Exeter in her hands. A blonde man with ice-blue eyes stood in the doorway of the condo, smiling. "Put the gun down, Wrav," Rufus Shinra said, walking over to the female mercenary. "It's only me."
"Hyne, Rufus, don't do that," the sable-haired woman said in a soft voice, rising to her feet. The wrinkled white polo she wore and jeans showed that she had been asleep for a while. She was barefoot, and the plush white carpet swallowed her feet. "I could've shot you."
"Could've, but didn't," the blue-eyed man replied, reaching out and lightly caressing Wravyn's face. "So, how did the assassination go?"
Wravyn's eyes immediately hardened. "She got away."
Rufus blinked. "What?"
Wravyn whirled around, gripping Exeter very tightly as she paced angrily. "The bitch got away. I didn't know she was bringing reinforcements. Some guy came after her…blonde, green eyes…kinda hot, but I let them get away. I needed to get out before he killed me." She turned back sharply to Rufus. "Do you know him?"
"You'll have to give me more information than hair and eye color, dear," Rufus replied, crossing his arms. "How'd the employer take it?"
"He was happy. Said it was part of his master plan."
"Good."
"No, it's not good," Wravyn snapped. "I don't care about anyone's master fucking plan, none of my prey get away from me."
"I love it when you talk predator talk," Rufus growled, wrapping an arm around Wravyn's waist.
"Not in the mood, Rufus."
"Mm, Wravyn, you're so hotheaded sometimes," Rufus murmured, kissing the woman's temple. "It's so sexy."
"I've never missed a shot. She was supposed to bleed to death," Wravyn continued.
"Now, dear, you know stress is bad for your heart."
"Like I give a damn, Rufus."
"But I do." Rufus pulled her closer, his free hand grasping the Exeter. "Release the gun, Wrav."
She obeyed. Rufus laid the gun to the floor and grasped one of Wravyn's hands, wrapping it around the back of his neck. Wravyn hummed softly, her fingers stroking the back of Rufus' neck lightly. "I need a massage," she suddenly said. "A long one."
"Is that code for sex?" Rufus questioned.
"Hell, no, Rufus. I wouldn't have sex if you paid me."
"Keep talking dirty. You're turning me on."
"Rufus, that's disgusting. I'm a fucking assassin, not a whore."
Rufus chuckled. "True."
Wravyn turned around, glaring up at Rufus. "Are you going to keep trying to get me in bed every time I come here?"
Rufus smiled. "Am I that obvious?"
Wravyn pushed him away. "Ugh."
Rufus stepped back, smirking. "Backing away, dear."
"Good."
"Well, what are you going to do now? You've missed a kill…for the first time, might I add."
"Well, since I'm not on a payroll anymore…I'm free to kill the bitch that got away." Wravyn smiled dangerously. "This will be fun."
Final Words:
Oooh, it got a little dirty right there, didn't it? Oh, well, please review!
Much love from kokuro_usagi