Guess who's back...back again...Sasha's back...tell a
friend...helloooooooooooooooooooooooo readers! Are you prepared for a wikd
fun chapter? And if you think this story is going no-where, I haven't even
gotten into it yet!!!! Nyah!!!!!! Thanks everyone for the lahooooovely
reviews. If it seems like I'm Rinoa bashing, I'm not (but I do hate Rinoa!
Grrr...) so I promise to turn some tables, switch some tables, turn some
tables oh-ver!
Chapter 5: Biddle-dee
Quistis sighed as she unlocked her apartment. Exhausted from searching all morning, she was glad to come to this place she could now call 'home'. The exterior was the same as everyone elses, a glittering turquoise blue, but inside it was different. Inside it was white opalescent tiles and snowy white walls with three tropical pot-plants thrown in to 'sweeten the deal'. It was fully self-contained, and perfectly in her price range. Quistis smiled to herself and started to move her suitcases into the bedroom and dump a few groceries on the counter in her kitchen. The view out of her bedroom window was much like the one at Garden, looking out onto the local park. She decided to make use of the food system that worked through the cafe on the ground floor. You decided what you wanted through a catalogue, selected your choice on a screen on her wall in the kitchen, and then either swipe a credit card, or pay for it when you go downstairs to collect your order when the screen beeped. Quistis selected a fish and chips basket but when she went to swipe her Garden credit card, discovered the words 'invalid' come up across the screen. What? She swiped it again. Same thing happened. She looked at the card for a scratch, but it was fine. Then it suddenly dawned on her: Garden had cut it off. Damn! She cancelled her order and rummaged through her groceries to find a packet of Garden salad with bread sticks and cheese, then took her shiny black mobile out of her handbag. Should she use it? Pretty confident that Garden couldn't track her on it, she flipped through a directory and looked for jobs in self defense. After about half an hour of trying all the listed centres, Quistis flipped to the 'Help Wanted' section, which changed every week, a little downhearted. Some of the adverts were way out, but about two hours later she had landed herself a job as a full-time waitress at a classy cafe in the middle of the city. That should be enough pay to support herself, she decided, a little disappointed, but not too much. She was supporting herself, and not relying on Garden entirely, even if she had bought the house with their money, that was the last tie she would have with them. She took her Save the Queen out of her suitcase as she un-packed and hung it at the back of the closet, unable to sell it, even though she knew she would never get any use out of it. Feeling a little bit as though she was parting with a part of herself, she shut the cupboard door and checked to see if her home phone had been put on yet- it had. She hung up on the dial tone and sat down on the black couch in front of the TV. Too tired to get up and switch it on, she just sat there, almost falling asleep except for her thoughts. She took her hair out of the clip and ran her fingers through it. Something sparkled and caught her eye- the bracelet Selphie had given her, complete with a tonberry charm, the elephant, a dolphin, a high-heeled shoe, and a heart. Smiling to herself as she fingered the charms, Quistis realised she still loved them. She just wasn't a part of them. Selphie had Irvine, Rinoa had Squall, Zell had Samantha, his library girl, Cid had Edea, and Seifer- she stopped. He was like her- he had no-one. The face of her only failure drifter through her mind, emerald eyes, blond hair, cocky smile, trenchcoat...and for the first time in her life, Quistis' heart softened towards him. He was born with that arrogant personality, one that no one could ever change, one that Quistis knew she'd grown to like. Quistis Trepe was missing Seifer Almasy. Hyne, what is wrong with me? She mused to herself. She'd secretly liked him when she was 15, when she'd first met him. No, 14 she had to correct herself.
Suddenly, mobile rang, interrupting her thoughts. Probably that garden lady about that job at the nursery... she decided, picking up the phone and pressing the button.
'Hello?' she said into the receiver, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. There was a slight pause on the line. She frowned. 'Hello?'
'Quistis?' came a slightly husky and very deep male voice on the other end. Quistis' heart raced.
'Yes, who is this?' she asked, starting to worry, and praying hard that it wasn't the Law or anyone from Garden. She shouldn't have left her phone on, dammit!
'Instructor, where are you?' She froze in the centre of the room. She recognized that cocky, arrogant voice...Seifer! She took a few deep breaths ignoring his 'Quistis...are you there?' as best as she could.
'Leave me alone, Almasy!' she hissed into the phone. 'You have no right trying to contact me! Leave me ALONE!'
'Quistis, you know I can't do that. Besides, I have legal rights to get you to return. You are still bound by Garden to remain here for a furthur six months by contract.' Quistis fumed.
'Well, just so you know, the contract is invalid. My Instructor's license is invalid. I am not a SeeD, either,' she stopped as tears formed in the corners of her eyes and just...breathed. Her voice was becoming slightly shaky, and she wouldn't give Seifer the satisfaction of knowing that he had just re-surfaced all the emotions she thought she had gotten over, 'Just ask Cid!'
'I know about that. He told me,' came Seifer's voice over the phone. Quistis fumed.
'What? How dare he!' she raged, 'How dare he give out personal information to the one person I truly hate!'
'Well, it was necessary!' Seifer roared back at her, 'I'm not supposed to tell you, but I'm in here in Esthar right now! They sent me to look for you, and do you know why? Because they need you! They need you back with them right now. Matron is suffocating! Selphie hasn't smiled ever since you left, and Rinoa-'
'Shut up about that bitch! Don't lie to me, you bastard!' Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, 'Don't tell me things that aren't true! The only reason that Garden wan't me back is because I am a SeeD! If they truly loved me, they wouldn't have told me that the life I am living is a lie! I'm not even Quistis Trepe anymore!' She was hysterical. There was a long pause, 'So just...leave me alone. Don't call me again.'
'Don't hang up,' came the voice on the other end. Quistis was quite taken aback by a tone she'd never heard from Seifer, 'Do you really hate me that much?' He sounded...hurt. Quistis knew that if she said 'no' it would be almost like giving in, like giving him permission to take her back.
'More than anyone else in the world,' she responded coldly.
'Fine, then,' Seifer replied, 'But I'm not giving up.' and he hung up. Quistis couldn't stop the tears that flooded down her face. Just when she thought it was safe to come out...
'I'm sorry, but we have no record of anyone here with either of those names,' came the high pitched voice of the lady on the other end of the phone. Quistis could hardly believe her ears. What? 'Are you sure,' she squeaked out, 'There's no mistake? There has to be!'
'I'm sorry, Miss,' said the voice.
'But that's not possible!' Retorted Quistis.
'I'm sorry, Miss,' repeated the voice, firmer now, 'but we have no record of that name!'
'Okay, fine,' Quistis couldn't recognise her voice as she hung up. No way was this happening! Gael and Demetrius Alamandier...didn't exist? She slid down the wall nest to the black telephone table and closed her eyes...does this mean I don't exist. A tear rolled down Quistis' cheek. Crying...is that all I'm good for? After five minutes, Quistis stood up. She had to get rid of her phone- in case Seifer tried to call her again. She yanked off the cover, and pulled out the battery, searching for her SIM card. There it was! She pulled out the little yellow piece of plastic and snapped it in two, then tossed it out of the open window into the street below. She had to be a lot more careful now, but if Seifer came, she would just refuse to go with him. They couldn't force her to go back to Garden, and he knew that. She yawned- her face felt sticky from all the tears. Quistis quickly showered and changed into something more comfortable, then flipped on the TV It must have been around...1750 hours. 1750 hours! Quistis leaped off the bed. She had ten minutes to change into the cafe uniform that had been delivered earlier and walk two blocks to a cafe she'd never been to before- shit! She threw on the short black skirt and tight white blouse she hated that came to the elbows, and was cut a too low, pulled on a pair of black low-heeled shoes and went out the door, grabbing her black purse on the way. Phew!
Squall picked at his food, and watched out of the corner of his eye as Zell ignored his hotdog. Selphie was in hysterics, and had stopped eating. Irvine was busy comforting her, and Rinoa...god, Rinoa. Even after dating her he couldn't figure her out. She just didn't seem to care. He knew her though. He knew that there was some sort of fine print to all of this. Sighing he added an extra teaspoon of coffee to his hot water and gulped it down, ignoring the burning feeling he got from it. He suddennly realised that Zell was talking to him.
'What?' he asked blearily as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.
'I said...do you trust him?'
'What do you think?' Zell grunted in agreement and started on his hotdog. 'Why did she leave? I mean, it was just a little spat between her and Rinoa.'
'I think it was more than that. She...' Squall hesitated, 'she just didn't feel happy with herself.'
'Why? I mean, she had a fricking fanclub.'
'Yeah, but we knew her, man...'
Ok, I'm sick of typing. If some of this doesn't make sense its cuz I wwrote it ages ago and it was lame and so I changed it and couldn't be bov putting any effort into it. R&R plz, even if it's just to say 'I read it' I want some idea of how many peeps read this. I should be able to update every week. The reason I haven't was that I 4got my password!!!!!
Chapter 5: Biddle-dee
Quistis sighed as she unlocked her apartment. Exhausted from searching all morning, she was glad to come to this place she could now call 'home'. The exterior was the same as everyone elses, a glittering turquoise blue, but inside it was different. Inside it was white opalescent tiles and snowy white walls with three tropical pot-plants thrown in to 'sweeten the deal'. It was fully self-contained, and perfectly in her price range. Quistis smiled to herself and started to move her suitcases into the bedroom and dump a few groceries on the counter in her kitchen. The view out of her bedroom window was much like the one at Garden, looking out onto the local park. She decided to make use of the food system that worked through the cafe on the ground floor. You decided what you wanted through a catalogue, selected your choice on a screen on her wall in the kitchen, and then either swipe a credit card, or pay for it when you go downstairs to collect your order when the screen beeped. Quistis selected a fish and chips basket but when she went to swipe her Garden credit card, discovered the words 'invalid' come up across the screen. What? She swiped it again. Same thing happened. She looked at the card for a scratch, but it was fine. Then it suddenly dawned on her: Garden had cut it off. Damn! She cancelled her order and rummaged through her groceries to find a packet of Garden salad with bread sticks and cheese, then took her shiny black mobile out of her handbag. Should she use it? Pretty confident that Garden couldn't track her on it, she flipped through a directory and looked for jobs in self defense. After about half an hour of trying all the listed centres, Quistis flipped to the 'Help Wanted' section, which changed every week, a little downhearted. Some of the adverts were way out, but about two hours later she had landed herself a job as a full-time waitress at a classy cafe in the middle of the city. That should be enough pay to support herself, she decided, a little disappointed, but not too much. She was supporting herself, and not relying on Garden entirely, even if she had bought the house with their money, that was the last tie she would have with them. She took her Save the Queen out of her suitcase as she un-packed and hung it at the back of the closet, unable to sell it, even though she knew she would never get any use out of it. Feeling a little bit as though she was parting with a part of herself, she shut the cupboard door and checked to see if her home phone had been put on yet- it had. She hung up on the dial tone and sat down on the black couch in front of the TV. Too tired to get up and switch it on, she just sat there, almost falling asleep except for her thoughts. She took her hair out of the clip and ran her fingers through it. Something sparkled and caught her eye- the bracelet Selphie had given her, complete with a tonberry charm, the elephant, a dolphin, a high-heeled shoe, and a heart. Smiling to herself as she fingered the charms, Quistis realised she still loved them. She just wasn't a part of them. Selphie had Irvine, Rinoa had Squall, Zell had Samantha, his library girl, Cid had Edea, and Seifer- she stopped. He was like her- he had no-one. The face of her only failure drifter through her mind, emerald eyes, blond hair, cocky smile, trenchcoat...and for the first time in her life, Quistis' heart softened towards him. He was born with that arrogant personality, one that no one could ever change, one that Quistis knew she'd grown to like. Quistis Trepe was missing Seifer Almasy. Hyne, what is wrong with me? She mused to herself. She'd secretly liked him when she was 15, when she'd first met him. No, 14 she had to correct herself.
Suddenly, mobile rang, interrupting her thoughts. Probably that garden lady about that job at the nursery... she decided, picking up the phone and pressing the button.
'Hello?' she said into the receiver, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. There was a slight pause on the line. She frowned. 'Hello?'
'Quistis?' came a slightly husky and very deep male voice on the other end. Quistis' heart raced.
'Yes, who is this?' she asked, starting to worry, and praying hard that it wasn't the Law or anyone from Garden. She shouldn't have left her phone on, dammit!
'Instructor, where are you?' She froze in the centre of the room. She recognized that cocky, arrogant voice...Seifer! She took a few deep breaths ignoring his 'Quistis...are you there?' as best as she could.
'Leave me alone, Almasy!' she hissed into the phone. 'You have no right trying to contact me! Leave me ALONE!'
'Quistis, you know I can't do that. Besides, I have legal rights to get you to return. You are still bound by Garden to remain here for a furthur six months by contract.' Quistis fumed.
'Well, just so you know, the contract is invalid. My Instructor's license is invalid. I am not a SeeD, either,' she stopped as tears formed in the corners of her eyes and just...breathed. Her voice was becoming slightly shaky, and she wouldn't give Seifer the satisfaction of knowing that he had just re-surfaced all the emotions she thought she had gotten over, 'Just ask Cid!'
'I know about that. He told me,' came Seifer's voice over the phone. Quistis fumed.
'What? How dare he!' she raged, 'How dare he give out personal information to the one person I truly hate!'
'Well, it was necessary!' Seifer roared back at her, 'I'm not supposed to tell you, but I'm in here in Esthar right now! They sent me to look for you, and do you know why? Because they need you! They need you back with them right now. Matron is suffocating! Selphie hasn't smiled ever since you left, and Rinoa-'
'Shut up about that bitch! Don't lie to me, you bastard!' Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, 'Don't tell me things that aren't true! The only reason that Garden wan't me back is because I am a SeeD! If they truly loved me, they wouldn't have told me that the life I am living is a lie! I'm not even Quistis Trepe anymore!' She was hysterical. There was a long pause, 'So just...leave me alone. Don't call me again.'
'Don't hang up,' came the voice on the other end. Quistis was quite taken aback by a tone she'd never heard from Seifer, 'Do you really hate me that much?' He sounded...hurt. Quistis knew that if she said 'no' it would be almost like giving in, like giving him permission to take her back.
'More than anyone else in the world,' she responded coldly.
'Fine, then,' Seifer replied, 'But I'm not giving up.' and he hung up. Quistis couldn't stop the tears that flooded down her face. Just when she thought it was safe to come out...
'I'm sorry, but we have no record of anyone here with either of those names,' came the high pitched voice of the lady on the other end of the phone. Quistis could hardly believe her ears. What? 'Are you sure,' she squeaked out, 'There's no mistake? There has to be!'
'I'm sorry, Miss,' said the voice.
'But that's not possible!' Retorted Quistis.
'I'm sorry, Miss,' repeated the voice, firmer now, 'but we have no record of that name!'
'Okay, fine,' Quistis couldn't recognise her voice as she hung up. No way was this happening! Gael and Demetrius Alamandier...didn't exist? She slid down the wall nest to the black telephone table and closed her eyes...does this mean I don't exist. A tear rolled down Quistis' cheek. Crying...is that all I'm good for? After five minutes, Quistis stood up. She had to get rid of her phone- in case Seifer tried to call her again. She yanked off the cover, and pulled out the battery, searching for her SIM card. There it was! She pulled out the little yellow piece of plastic and snapped it in two, then tossed it out of the open window into the street below. She had to be a lot more careful now, but if Seifer came, she would just refuse to go with him. They couldn't force her to go back to Garden, and he knew that. She yawned- her face felt sticky from all the tears. Quistis quickly showered and changed into something more comfortable, then flipped on the TV It must have been around...1750 hours. 1750 hours! Quistis leaped off the bed. She had ten minutes to change into the cafe uniform that had been delivered earlier and walk two blocks to a cafe she'd never been to before- shit! She threw on the short black skirt and tight white blouse she hated that came to the elbows, and was cut a too low, pulled on a pair of black low-heeled shoes and went out the door, grabbing her black purse on the way. Phew!
Squall picked at his food, and watched out of the corner of his eye as Zell ignored his hotdog. Selphie was in hysterics, and had stopped eating. Irvine was busy comforting her, and Rinoa...god, Rinoa. Even after dating her he couldn't figure her out. She just didn't seem to care. He knew her though. He knew that there was some sort of fine print to all of this. Sighing he added an extra teaspoon of coffee to his hot water and gulped it down, ignoring the burning feeling he got from it. He suddennly realised that Zell was talking to him.
'What?' he asked blearily as he pushed his hair out of his eyes.
'I said...do you trust him?'
'What do you think?' Zell grunted in agreement and started on his hotdog. 'Why did she leave? I mean, it was just a little spat between her and Rinoa.'
'I think it was more than that. She...' Squall hesitated, 'she just didn't feel happy with herself.'
'Why? I mean, she had a fricking fanclub.'
'Yeah, but we knew her, man...'
Ok, I'm sick of typing. If some of this doesn't make sense its cuz I wwrote it ages ago and it was lame and so I changed it and couldn't be bov putting any effort into it. R&R plz, even if it's just to say 'I read it' I want some idea of how many peeps read this. I should be able to update every week. The reason I haven't was that I 4got my password!!!!!