Timber…
On the train to timber, all Quistis could think about was the conversation with the headmaster the other day. Seifer, the son of Headmaster Cid? And his mother was not Edea? Could it be that he had cheated on her? Or loved someone before her? Quistis was definitely developing a headache. She closed her eyes and fell into a dream.
It was like all the ones before but there was more to this dream. After she stepped off the edge she heard Seifer scream her name as she plummeted into oblivion. He reached down and caught her hand. Quistis saw her unconscious self being hoisted up by the arms of Seifer as he shed his trench coat, placed it on the ground and laid her down on it. He looked down at her with a worried face as he held her in his arms.
The loud scream of the train whistle woke her with a jolt. Her eyes flew open and she gasped as Quistis tried to remember where she was. She sighed and closed her eyes to erase the weirdness of the dream. Looking around, she remembered the mission and gathered herself as she walked off the train.
The town, even as small as this one, was a hustle and bustle of a downtown afternoon complete with the a huge crowd of people. Now why would Seifer want to hide in such a small town? Everybody knows each other…well maybe that's why he's here. He knows some people to help him hide. She had to first track him down. What should she do? Should she ask around? Well might as well eat, since she hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday, and not even very much after all she heard that day.
She entered a quaint little restaurant and sat down. In a nice outside place, she sat thinking. Why wouldn't Cid tell his own son he is his father? Does Matron even know about this? Oh god, life is getting more and more complicated even at her age. She gazed around at the people around her, jealous of their happy, carefree life. She looked at their cheerful faces and found one with a not so happy face as he walked through the crowd. He had a very familiar scar across his forehead…Seifer!
She gasped as she thought it would take days to track this rogue down, but there he was! She quickly jumped out of her seat to catch up to him. He looked different. His hair was longer, like Squall, his usual outfit was absent. Instead he wore a black sweater with the hood up, but his hair still clung to his piercing blue eyes. He also had some baggy blue jeans, with a chain.
She came up to him and twisted him around to face her. Seifer gasped as he looked down at her. She stared up at him, a little startled at his empty cerulean eyes. He pulled down his hood to reveal his blonde long hair.
Finally she spoke: "…Seifer?"
"…It's Luke now-a-days," Seifer's deep baritone explained. "I suppose, you're here to arrest me, huh? Well, before I go, can you just listen to my side of the story?"
"…Yeah…Why not?" Quistis was puzzled by his lack of his usually arrogant behavior.
"Very well, come with me."
Quistis stayed where she was, sensing danger from him even though he seemed to have become…nicer. It just wasn't right.
"Oh, instructor, please. If I was gonna kill you I would have done it already."
"Seifer, please-"
"Luke"
"Luke, whatever, I seriously doubt you would have killed me in a crowd like this."
"Huh, the woman's smarter than she looks."
"What the-?"
"Trepe, I don't have time for this." He began to walk ahead, his familiar combat boots crunching on the street's gravel.
"Seifer! Don't make me kill you now! The orders were to bring you back to garden and they never said you had to be alive!" Quistis shot at him.
"Wanna run that by me again?" Seifer's eyes grew cold and menacing as he turned around to face her. She stood her ground, keeping emotionless. He circled her like a hawk going in for the kill. "Is that so? He came close to her ear. She could feel his hot breath upon her neck, but she remained rigid. "I could kill you in five different ways right now and no one would hear you scream." He whispered in her ear.
She drew back and realized they were in an empty alley. How had they gotten there? "So, Quisty, be a good girl and follow me."
Again she remained. Seifer had had it. In less than a microsecond, he had unsheathed his gunblade as if from air and drew it to her neck. "No one ever said that you had to return to garden alive either."
She glared at him, seeing as to how his skills have improved since the last time she saw him… but so had hers. She kicked flipped backward causing his weapon to soar into the air and clang upon the dingy cement of the alley. She readied her weapon, the chain whip. Seifer smiled cruelly at her as he pulled off some swift karate moves that left her in a daze. Suddenly Seifer fainted her by pushing a certain pressure point and she instantaneously fell into his arms, dropping her weapon to the ground.
