I might be wrong

Chapter 2-Drunken sorrow.

"Trepe? Who you talking to, the faeries?" She nearly spat out the contents of her mouth hearing that voice. "Almasy! What the hell are you doing here?!" She shrieked. "What, you missed me Instructor?" She rolled her eyes and glared at him. "Well as you can see I'm back and this time it's gonna be different." She laughed at him evilly. "Hyne they let you back in? How did you do it, threaten to blow up Garden again?" He was shocked not to mention enraged. He grabbed both her wrists and pulled close to him. "You're drunk, I can smell it on you."

"Oh really, like I care now get the hell off me." She struggled, trying to wriggle free but she couldn't find any strength. She tried to kick him, but found he was gently stepping on her toes to prevent it. "Let go damn it!" Seifer said nothing, and just looked down at her. "You monster, stop it just leave me alone will you!" He tightened his grip on her even more painfully digging his fingers into her arms.

"Seifer you're hurting me let go!" She squeaked, crystal tears forming in her eyes and bright blood from her arm. "Not until you calm down." She stopped and looked at him. "Calm down?! You're only doing this because you're enjoying it. And to see me bleed to death." Forever the drama queen he thought. "You will NEVER change Almasy, always using pain to get to people. Everyone thought you would change after your little 'episode' with the sorceress, but ya know what, I think she may of rubbed off on you!"

He sucked in air through his teeth sharply, trying to hold back the urge to hit her. He had already decided she was doing this to provoke him, to push him over the edge. He wouldn't give her the advantage, or let himself hurt her again. Figuring it to the best option for the both of them, he let go and walked away from her. Without his support, her knees fell inwards and she crumpled onto the floor.

"What? The brilliant Seifer Almasy is walking away? I don't know why you don't just kill me, I know that would make you happy. To have the mediocre' Instructor's blood on your hands, well come on Seifer, make my day." He gritted his teeth and curled his fists into the palms of his hands. 'She is such a bitch. How can she say that? I hate her, but I don't wanna kill her' he thought. Right now she was a danger to herself being so drunk.

Quistis was silent for a while. He thought she had calmed down a little, so he turned round suddenly, and was so glad he did. "Quistis what the hell?!" She was clambering over the railings and he found himself running to her, hoping, praying, wishing, that he'd have time to help her.

Quistis leaned over cautiously, listening to the constant humming spinning gold rings of Balamb Garden. The waves rippled far below her, and they glistened in the beaming lights that illuminated them. It enchanted her, and it was almost as if they were inviting her to join them. Closing her eyes, she gave in, and released her sharp grip on the bars.

She felt a tug at her belt, and strong arms clamp round her middle. She was being pulled back away from the edge, and it took a while for her to sober up and realise what was going on. When her feet landed firmly on the floor of the secret area, her eyes followed up the right arm that was still holding her tightly. Her eyes crashed into those familiar green eyes, and saw the sad reflection of her own tear stained face. "…Seifer?" She whispered. His expression was different somehow. Concern…relief…sincerity…emotions she would have never expected to come from Seifer Almasy.

"For fucks sake Trepe, don't you ever do that to me again you hear?!" The harsh tone of his voice remained the same. "Yeah whatever. It's not like you care anyway." She said, mimicking the sound his voice. "Hyne Quistis, I save your bloody life and you go straight into bitch mode, well that's nice ain't it."…"They're my problems, let me deal with them my own way"…"yeah maybe, but you really think that getting yourself drunk to the point where you're suicidal is the right way? It's a decision you can hardly make Quistis. You ever thought how much you would make everyone suffer? Dumping all your shit onto the people that care about you"…"but I…."…"No don't even say it. You're a friggin hero, how can you ever be lonely? Try being on the other side of the scale, now that's lonely…if I can live with my shoddy life then so can you." 'He'll never understand' she thought 'not my life…no one will.' She held back the tears, and softened her trembling voice with a weak laugh. "Well thanks for the words of wisdom. It's not everyday Seifer Almasy speaks to anyone like this…I'm so touched." 'She's trying so hard not to break down in front of me I can tell…obviously not hard enough,' thought Seifer. "Well it's not everyday I need to. Especially to you." She laughed and casually lay her head against his chest. Seifer felt himself give in to her, and he pulled her into an embrace. He cursed her silently. 'I'm supposed to hate her. I have to, cos she hates me. It's only fair' he said to himself.

"Hey Quistis I think we should get you back to your dorm"…silence…"Hello?"…Silence still…"What, you're asleep already?" He took hold of her shoulders so he could see her. Her eyes were closed and she looked unusually at peace. "Well, it figures. I guess I have to drag you back to your room then…not that I have a slue where that is." He fumbled with her belt in search of her keys, and muttered apologies to her sleeping form. Eventually he found them tucked away in the left side of her belt, attached to the small chain looped at her waist. "Let's see…room 12. Class A SeeD rooms. Man they'd love to see me there." He placed one hand under her knees, and pulled her up, using his spare hand to support her back. She was surprisingly light he noticed, and carried her quickly to her dorm.

As he approached his destination, he passed Selphie Tilmitt, the over hyper little messenger girl in the corridor. She looked Seifer, then Quistis, rather confused. "…Umm, what's going on?"…"Way too much alcohol. Pretty lucky I found her actually." She put her hands to her cheeks and sighed. "Oh dear, this is not good. Did she try to…you know, hurt herself again?" Asked her friend in concern. "...Again?" Selphie shuffled her feet and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, she took an overdose a few months back. It was pretty bad, especially her being in ICU for over a week." For Seifer, it was strange to see Selphie upset. She wore a frown instead of the usual happy grin, and even her sunshine yellow dress seemed darken.

"Why does she do this?" Seifer asked

"We don't know. We never see her cos she works in the evenings, and never seems to be in her room in the day. All of us are so worried about her Seifer."

"Yeah I bet you are. I'll stay with her until she wakes up okay?"

"But…"

"She'll be fine," he reassured her, "just shut up and go to bed…by the way, what are you doing out so early anyway?" Selphie blushed scarlet red, and tried to hide the embarssment by letting her chestnut hair fall to cover her face. "Oh tut tut Ms Tilmitt." He said smirking.

"Please don't tell anyone you saw me." She pleaded. "…Whatever. Hurry up and go. My arms are gonna collapse any time now if I don't put her down." She nodded and smiled at him, carrying on the escape back to her own room.

Once in Quistis's dorm, Seifer lay her down on the narrow bed. He removed her leather gloves and boots and pulled a blanket over her fragile body. He stood over her for a while as she slept, puzzled. 'What would drive her to want to take her own life…Twice.'

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Well, second chapter's up. I hope you like it. I rushed it a little so sorry if it's a bit crappy. Thanks LOADS for the reviews despite the small number; you know who you are

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