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Chapter 3: Arguments are Fun!
He was uncomfortable; it was an unusual situation for him to be in. Never had anyone dared show him affection of any kind, not Seifer Almasy. Of course, this wasn't affection, he supposed, no, it was pity, and that was an unacceptable emotion to show him. It is a horrid feeling, pity, to feel sorry for somebody else, to act quite differently towards them. It made him angry, but he subdued the anger, this wasn't the time or place. He tried to embrace her back, but it was barely unnoticeable.
"Don't feel sorry for me," he whispered in her ear, breathing in her scent, which was so familiar; it was like mountain air tainted with the fragrance of wildflowers.It was so familiar.
"What exactly is it?" she asked ignoring his last comment. He broke the hug, and looked at her and contemplated the words he was choosing.
"It's a blood thing," he started. "I don't know how but a chemical got into my blood called Gysarium, and it is basically shutting down my body."
"That sort of thing sounds." he cut her off.
"Incurable, I know," he sighed as he spoke, "I'm over it."
"Actually, I was going to say that it sounded extremely painful," she turned around, but whipped around, "And you're not over it."
"Excuse me?" he crossed his arms over his still naked chest, which accentuated his well managed muscles.
"You don't get over something like that," she too crossed her arms.
"If you say so lady," he didn't feel much like arguing with her at the moment, his head stung like you wouldn't believe. Seifer only then realized that they were in a house, "Where exactly are we?"
"A villager's house, they were gracious enough to let us use it while they went out," she informed him offhandedly, "So how long do you." she didn't want to ask, but she had to know.
"People these days are so trusting," he dodged the question; it was one thing he would rather not discuss. Quistis glared at him slightly.
"Don't ignore my question."
"Listen," he stormed over to the bed, his temper was getting the best of him. Seifer grabbed his vest and put it on while speaking. "That is none of your business, and won't be, so lay off!"
"I have a right to know," she shot back; "I did save your life after all," he snorted at this statement.
"You brought me to a house Quistis, which hardly qualifies as saving my life," he grabbed his coat.
"You are so audacious!" she said in frustration. He threw down his coat back onto the bed.
"I'm the audacious one?! You're the one noising into people's personal lives, not me," he walked toward her a little bit.
"Excuse me for caring!"
"Fine," he stared to walk out the door.
"Where are you going?" she called.
"I'm excusing you," he opened the door, and she quickly walked out after him. What happened next was a bit of a mystery, for they found themselves still in Winhill, but it was quite different.
"What the hell?" Seifer looked at her confusedly. She then looked down at herself and found that her clothing had changed. She was now wearing black pants, and a blue sleeveless turtleneck. Seifer's clothes had changed too, but not as much. His pants were now blue denim, and his vest was still a vest, but it was now plain black with gold lining.
"This isn't possible," she whispered to herself in disbelief. Seifer went to put a hand on his gunblade, but found that it was no longer there. It was then, in her frantic looking she saw something, or somebody rather that she recognized; Laguna Loire. Not President Laguna Loire, but the young writer Laguna Loire.
"What is this," Seifer growled. Quistis quickly pulled him back inside.
"Seifer.Just now I saw," she paused as the pieces started to come together, "I think we are in the past."
"The past? How would that be possible, Time Compression is the only way of time travel, and time is definitely not compressed," he said shortly.
"Maybe magic," she started, "No, who has magic that powerful?"
Seifer went and sat down on a chair dumbfounded, in realization, he stroked his golden hair.
"What is it?"
"The gypsy's curse," he breathed.
Well? r/r or else!!! Mwahahaha.Okay I'm done.
Chapter 3: Arguments are Fun!
He was uncomfortable; it was an unusual situation for him to be in. Never had anyone dared show him affection of any kind, not Seifer Almasy. Of course, this wasn't affection, he supposed, no, it was pity, and that was an unacceptable emotion to show him. It is a horrid feeling, pity, to feel sorry for somebody else, to act quite differently towards them. It made him angry, but he subdued the anger, this wasn't the time or place. He tried to embrace her back, but it was barely unnoticeable.
"Don't feel sorry for me," he whispered in her ear, breathing in her scent, which was so familiar; it was like mountain air tainted with the fragrance of wildflowers.It was so familiar.
"What exactly is it?" she asked ignoring his last comment. He broke the hug, and looked at her and contemplated the words he was choosing.
"It's a blood thing," he started. "I don't know how but a chemical got into my blood called Gysarium, and it is basically shutting down my body."
"That sort of thing sounds." he cut her off.
"Incurable, I know," he sighed as he spoke, "I'm over it."
"Actually, I was going to say that it sounded extremely painful," she turned around, but whipped around, "And you're not over it."
"Excuse me?" he crossed his arms over his still naked chest, which accentuated his well managed muscles.
"You don't get over something like that," she too crossed her arms.
"If you say so lady," he didn't feel much like arguing with her at the moment, his head stung like you wouldn't believe. Seifer only then realized that they were in a house, "Where exactly are we?"
"A villager's house, they were gracious enough to let us use it while they went out," she informed him offhandedly, "So how long do you." she didn't want to ask, but she had to know.
"People these days are so trusting," he dodged the question; it was one thing he would rather not discuss. Quistis glared at him slightly.
"Don't ignore my question."
"Listen," he stormed over to the bed, his temper was getting the best of him. Seifer grabbed his vest and put it on while speaking. "That is none of your business, and won't be, so lay off!"
"I have a right to know," she shot back; "I did save your life after all," he snorted at this statement.
"You brought me to a house Quistis, which hardly qualifies as saving my life," he grabbed his coat.
"You are so audacious!" she said in frustration. He threw down his coat back onto the bed.
"I'm the audacious one?! You're the one noising into people's personal lives, not me," he walked toward her a little bit.
"Excuse me for caring!"
"Fine," he stared to walk out the door.
"Where are you going?" she called.
"I'm excusing you," he opened the door, and she quickly walked out after him. What happened next was a bit of a mystery, for they found themselves still in Winhill, but it was quite different.
"What the hell?" Seifer looked at her confusedly. She then looked down at herself and found that her clothing had changed. She was now wearing black pants, and a blue sleeveless turtleneck. Seifer's clothes had changed too, but not as much. His pants were now blue denim, and his vest was still a vest, but it was now plain black with gold lining.
"This isn't possible," she whispered to herself in disbelief. Seifer went to put a hand on his gunblade, but found that it was no longer there. It was then, in her frantic looking she saw something, or somebody rather that she recognized; Laguna Loire. Not President Laguna Loire, but the young writer Laguna Loire.
"What is this," Seifer growled. Quistis quickly pulled him back inside.
"Seifer.Just now I saw," she paused as the pieces started to come together, "I think we are in the past."
"The past? How would that be possible, Time Compression is the only way of time travel, and time is definitely not compressed," he said shortly.
"Maybe magic," she started, "No, who has magic that powerful?"
Seifer went and sat down on a chair dumbfounded, in realization, he stroked his golden hair.
"What is it?"
"The gypsy's curse," he breathed.
Well? r/r or else!!! Mwahahaha.Okay I'm done.