Chapter three - The Meeting
Walking down the hallway like nothing had happened, Quistis pushed her glasses up her nose and looked over her lesson plan.
"Uhhh, Instructor Trepe. I have a few questions from Instructor Tilmit's class, and I was wondering if you could help me?"
Quistis turned and looked right into Rinoa's coffee brown eyes. Staring into those eyes made Quistis's heart beat a little faster, and she was sure Rinoa could hear it thumping away, but she showed no outward sign of anything out of order.
"I'm sorry, but if you have a problem from her class, it would be best to ask Instructor Tilmit to help you." As she started to turn away, Quistis felt the softest of touches on her upper arm.
"But I would really appreciate it if you could help me out. you always seems to make things so clear. I think it's your voice, I could listen to it all day long." Rinoa let the last few words draw out, looking right into Quistis's eyes with the slightest hint of seduction. "Please, I can't afford to fail this class, and it will only take a few minutes... please... for me?" The words embedded themselves into her subconscious. for me. Quistis would do anything for Rinoa and she knew it.
"I can spare you a few minutes, but then we both have to be in class. What do you need?" Letting out a small sigh, she gave Rinoa her full attention.
"We can't talk about it here, meet me in the Secret Area in 5 minutes" and without another word, Rinoa turned on her heels and headed back down the corridor. Entering her key-code to the classroom, Quistis dumped her bag and files on the desk and headed for the Training Center. Glancing at her watch, she saw that the center should be full of people from Squall's elite training program. But strangely it was silent, not even a Grat could be heard in the background. Things were getting stranger and stranger, but staying on guard, she made her way to the Secret Area.
Normally out of bounds to other students and faculty, Quistis glanced over her shoulder and slipped inside. Sure enough, Rinoa was waiting there for her.
"So what did you need help with?" Looking about the floor, she saw no books or sheets, not even Rinoa's satchel. Frowning slightly, Quistis glared at Rinoa.
"Is this some sort of joke, calling me out of class preparation for some mystery trip, for a class you supposedly need help with? I don't remember you being in any of Selphie's classes?"
"So you caught me out. Your right, I don't have any classes with Instructor Tilmit. But, she did call me aside and spoke to me, if you could call it that. More like yelling at me until Irvine dragged her away kicking and screaming. Now in the future, if you have a problem with me, could you please come to me about it? It's much more mature than having your little friends coming around, bashing down my door, then yelling at me for being a heartless bitch!" Rinoa spat out the last word like it was poison. Something came over Quistis, something like never before. All she had ever felt for Rinoa was love, and this was far from it. The crack of skin against skin echoed around the empty area as Quistis's hand made contact with Rinoa's cheek.
"How dare you! If anyone should be called heartless, it would be you. After everything I did for you, defended your honor from everyone, protected you from evil, I even risked my life for you. you have the nerve to call me heartless. I was your knight, I would have sacrificed my life for yours in an instant. I kept my promise. I was there for you in that field, screaming my lungs out looking for you, to find you where?"
Rinoa was looking scared by this point, backing slowly towards the wall, trying to inch around to the door. Quistis cut her off and glared at her, watching as tears formed in Rinoa's eyes.
"Let me tell you where you were. you were searching for Squall. You couldn't have cared less what had happened to me. I could still be lost in time for all you fucking care. I always wondered why they called you 'Princess', and now I know why. No one else could be as spoilt, pretentious, or such a daddy's girl than you. All you need do if pout and the world drops to the knees, rushing to fulfill your every whim. You don't care whose fingers you step on, as long as you get your way on the end. Well I personally think it's about time someone gives you a reality check, and it's not going to be pleasant."
Walking down the hallway like nothing had happened, Quistis pushed her glasses up her nose and looked over her lesson plan.
"Uhhh, Instructor Trepe. I have a few questions from Instructor Tilmit's class, and I was wondering if you could help me?"
Quistis turned and looked right into Rinoa's coffee brown eyes. Staring into those eyes made Quistis's heart beat a little faster, and she was sure Rinoa could hear it thumping away, but she showed no outward sign of anything out of order.
"I'm sorry, but if you have a problem from her class, it would be best to ask Instructor Tilmit to help you." As she started to turn away, Quistis felt the softest of touches on her upper arm.
"But I would really appreciate it if you could help me out. you always seems to make things so clear. I think it's your voice, I could listen to it all day long." Rinoa let the last few words draw out, looking right into Quistis's eyes with the slightest hint of seduction. "Please, I can't afford to fail this class, and it will only take a few minutes... please... for me?" The words embedded themselves into her subconscious. for me. Quistis would do anything for Rinoa and she knew it.
"I can spare you a few minutes, but then we both have to be in class. What do you need?" Letting out a small sigh, she gave Rinoa her full attention.
"We can't talk about it here, meet me in the Secret Area in 5 minutes" and without another word, Rinoa turned on her heels and headed back down the corridor. Entering her key-code to the classroom, Quistis dumped her bag and files on the desk and headed for the Training Center. Glancing at her watch, she saw that the center should be full of people from Squall's elite training program. But strangely it was silent, not even a Grat could be heard in the background. Things were getting stranger and stranger, but staying on guard, she made her way to the Secret Area.
Normally out of bounds to other students and faculty, Quistis glanced over her shoulder and slipped inside. Sure enough, Rinoa was waiting there for her.
"So what did you need help with?" Looking about the floor, she saw no books or sheets, not even Rinoa's satchel. Frowning slightly, Quistis glared at Rinoa.
"Is this some sort of joke, calling me out of class preparation for some mystery trip, for a class you supposedly need help with? I don't remember you being in any of Selphie's classes?"
"So you caught me out. Your right, I don't have any classes with Instructor Tilmit. But, she did call me aside and spoke to me, if you could call it that. More like yelling at me until Irvine dragged her away kicking and screaming. Now in the future, if you have a problem with me, could you please come to me about it? It's much more mature than having your little friends coming around, bashing down my door, then yelling at me for being a heartless bitch!" Rinoa spat out the last word like it was poison. Something came over Quistis, something like never before. All she had ever felt for Rinoa was love, and this was far from it. The crack of skin against skin echoed around the empty area as Quistis's hand made contact with Rinoa's cheek.
"How dare you! If anyone should be called heartless, it would be you. After everything I did for you, defended your honor from everyone, protected you from evil, I even risked my life for you. you have the nerve to call me heartless. I was your knight, I would have sacrificed my life for yours in an instant. I kept my promise. I was there for you in that field, screaming my lungs out looking for you, to find you where?"
Rinoa was looking scared by this point, backing slowly towards the wall, trying to inch around to the door. Quistis cut her off and glared at her, watching as tears formed in Rinoa's eyes.
"Let me tell you where you were. you were searching for Squall. You couldn't have cared less what had happened to me. I could still be lost in time for all you fucking care. I always wondered why they called you 'Princess', and now I know why. No one else could be as spoilt, pretentious, or such a daddy's girl than you. All you need do if pout and the world drops to the knees, rushing to fulfill your every whim. You don't care whose fingers you step on, as long as you get your way on the end. Well I personally think it's about time someone gives you a reality check, and it's not going to be pleasant."
