Disclaimer: Most of the characters don't belong to me, blah blah they
belong to their respected owners. But some DO belong to me, so HAH you
can't sue me. **shifty eyes** lol
Author's Note: Quistis is nineteen when the story begins. I think thats all you really have to know. Enjoy, and please make sure you review. Thanks!
M I R R O R E D + T E M P T A T I O N
Chapter One: A Degrading Job
Quistis Trepe dipped the tip of her index finger into the cold, dark liquid that made up her drink. She swirled her finger around in the beverage for a minute when she noticed someone looking at her from the corner of her eye. She turned her head slightly and caught the gaze of the dark haired man. She quickly gave him a sleek, sexy grin and turned on her stool to face him completely. She pulled her finger from her glass, raised it to her mouth, and sucked the cool liquid from her pale finger. The man took this as her invitation, and stood from the stool he was on and walked over to her. Plopping down next to her at the bar, he raised his chin and looked down at her. Quistis chuckled silently. She was great at reading people's body movement and knew he wanted complete control over the situation.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked her in a low, throaty voice.
Quistis grabbed her drink from the bar counter and raised it to her lips. "It's a bit late for that, isn't it?" She took a swallow. The alcohol burned her throat on the way down.
"Then finish it and I'll buy you another," he said with a sly grin, showing off his slightly crooked teeth.
Quistis didn't answer. She took another sip of her drink and let her ice blue eyes burn into his.
He tried again, "so what is your name?"
"Riara," she told him as she let her eyes quickly scan him. He was wearing a slightly tight black shirt that showed off his obviously large muscles. He looked to be in his mid forties. Quistis tried to look him back in the eyes but they were all over her body. "And you are...?"
"Meist," he told her without looking at her face. He offered his hand and she took it. His grip was powerful.
Quistis lowered her head to meet his gaze. She said in a teasing tone, "how old are you, Meist?"
"Thirty," he told her. He refused to meet her eyes and she knew he was lying.
"I'm twenty-five," she replied, which was also a lie but she was a good liar. He wouldn't have a clue.
He licked his lips. "Very nice."
She was already tired of the boring conversation. She decided to take things further. She downed the rest of her intoxicating drink and leaned forward, placing her hand on his knee.
"Screw the next drink," she said with a wink. "It's too stuffy in this bar anyways. Can you take me somewhere... less crowded?" As she finished the sentence, she squeezed his knee.
Meist jumped slightly but his eyes told her that he was very interested. He stood quickly, took her hand in his, and pulled her roughly from her stool.
She followed him through the crowd of people, most of which were dancing to the loud, obnoxious music. Finally, when they were outside breathing fresh air, did Quistis make more of a move on Meist. She reached out for him, brought him close, and kissed him on the lips. Instantly she deepened the kiss; she wasn't going to waste any time. He tasted of smoke.
When she pulled back to catch a breath of air, he laughed.
"Damn, girl!" He chuckled, slapping his thigh. "You really go at it quick, don't you?"
Quistis leaned forward delicately. "The night is often short," she whispered into his ear, letting her tongue flick it ever so lightly. "Why waste any minute of it?"
He let out a slight moan and raised his hands to touch her. Except she wasn't going to let him touch her. And Squall wouldn't let him touch her either.
At that exact moment, five SeeD cadets popped out from behind bushes and trees. With weapons raised high, they raised at extraordinary speed toward Quistis and her companion. As Meist turned his head to see what the commotion was about, Quistis shoved him forcefully away from her. Stunned by the shove, Meist fell directly backwards into the grips of one of the younger SeeDs. The SeeD grabbed him fiercely and waited for his comrades to help arrest Meist.
"Riara!" Meist called out as he desperately tried to free himself. "Help!"
"Sorry," Quistis said. She gave him the same sleek, sexy grin she gave him when they first met only minutes before. "You're not my type."
"Riara!" He moaned once more before the SeeDs shoved him into their prisoner car and drove away. Quistis watched it go, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
Quistis was assigned the job six months after Ultimicia's defeat. It was a simple job that gave Quistis Trepe more gil, but a degrading one. She had to dress in a provocative way and hunt down spies and enemies of Balamb Garden. Once she found them, she had to lure them into a state of oblivion, like a Siren would. All men had just one thought in their heads about a pretty girl, and Quistis was supposed to make them think they would get it from her. Once lured into a clearing, SeeD would ambush the criminal, as they had with Meist that night.
Quistis was chosen for obvious reasons. She was known as one of the top beauties of Balamb Garden. She had the inviting voice to charm the men, the enchanting face, the perfect body. She was perfect for the job. She knew she would be the only one who could pull it off properly. So she had reluctantly accepted the job. She had been doing it for six months. A little over a year prior did she and her friends defeat the great enemy, Ultimicia.
"That was a new name," came the familiar deep voice that constantly filled Quistis' dreams.
She turned on her heels and nodded at the Commander Squall Leonhart. "Oh, well, I had gotten tired of using the same name over and over."
He stood next to her, his arms over his chest as well. "...I liked the name Isabellah."
"It was over-used," Quistis repeated. Then she made a face. "Oh, Hyne, I refuse to do this kind of SeeD work anymore."
A curious look passed over Squall's face. "Why?"
She motioned in the direction the car had gone. "Did you not see that criminal? He was old enough to be my father. I had to kiss him and stick my tongue in his ear. It was disgusting. I'm done. That's it."
Squall was shaking his head throughout her entire speech. "No, Quistis. We need you to do this."
"It is horribly degrading," the blonde told him with a narrow of her eyes. "Why does Rinoa not do it? She would be much better at it than me."
Squall glared at her at the suggestion of his girlfriend leading men on and having to kiss them. "No."
Quistis threw her hands up into the air, suddenly feeling highly angered. "Oh, yes, I forgot. Who cares if Trepe has to act like the slut? Nobody would care anyways."
"Quistis," Squall said in an annoyed tone.
She sighed, feeling ashamed. "It doesn't matter. Its the job, its what I am paid to do. I will continue to do it. I'm going to the Garden. I'm exhausted; its three A.M. I need some sleep."
"...Bye," Squall said as she walked away to the car she rented from Balamb. She waved over her shoulder, and couldn't wait to go to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Quistis picked at her short, stubby fingernails as she waited for the Headmaster in his office. She glanced at the large clock above the door and sighed. It was seven A.M. She had gotten only two hours of sleep because of her last mission. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and wondered if she had just smeared her eye makeup all over her face.
Cid entered the room. Quistis quickly stood and saluted him.
"At ease, Quistis," Cid told her as he sat behind his desk.
She seated herself as well. "You need to see me, sir?"
"Of course," he said and cleared his throat. "Quistis, your last mission was extremely successful. He was horribly clueless on what was going to happen to him. Very well job done."
"Thank you," Quistis said with a nod. She knew he didn't call her in just to pat her on the back and give her a cookie for her efforts.
"I feel your ready for the final part of this kind of work," Cid told her.
She raised a golden eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
The older man leaned forward on his desk. "We've been giving you progressively smarter criminals to capture. We are trying to build you up."
"Build me up for what?" Quistis asked curiously. "Or whom?"
Cid gave her a smile. "Your next assignment is to hunt down and lure Seifer Almasy into your grasp so we can bring him back here."
She was shocked. "Hyne, no."
"Quistis-" Cid began. Quistis held up a hand for him to stop.
"There is no way I can go and act that way around him. He is too smart. And he knows who I am, he'll know something is up."
"Quistis," Cid explained. "if anyone can do this, it is you."
"Why?" Quistis asked. "Go ask another pretty SeeD girl he doesn't know. He knows me. He'll kill me on site."
Cid stood from his chair and put on a passive face. "Quistis Trepe, this is an order. Do it on your honor as a SeeD."
She had to do it. She just wanted to scream in Cid's face about how idiotic this plan was. She knew it would fail, and she knew that Seifer would attempt to end her life.
Quistis stood with a heavy sigh. She saluted the Headmaster once again. "When do I begin the hunt?"
Cid followed her stand. "Today you'll be shipped out at 1700 hours. We believe he's lodged in Deling City."
"I'll do my best," she told him wirely.
"Good luck, Quistis," Cid told her and gave her shoulder a pat. "I have faith in you."
Hyne, Quistis thought as she walked from Cid's office.
Its going to be pure hell.
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Author's Note: This chapter was sorta short. Anyways, PLEASE review with comments, suggestions, or whatever. Thanks!!
Author's Note: Quistis is nineteen when the story begins. I think thats all you really have to know. Enjoy, and please make sure you review. Thanks!
M I R R O R E D + T E M P T A T I O N
Chapter One: A Degrading Job
Quistis Trepe dipped the tip of her index finger into the cold, dark liquid that made up her drink. She swirled her finger around in the beverage for a minute when she noticed someone looking at her from the corner of her eye. She turned her head slightly and caught the gaze of the dark haired man. She quickly gave him a sleek, sexy grin and turned on her stool to face him completely. She pulled her finger from her glass, raised it to her mouth, and sucked the cool liquid from her pale finger. The man took this as her invitation, and stood from the stool he was on and walked over to her. Plopping down next to her at the bar, he raised his chin and looked down at her. Quistis chuckled silently. She was great at reading people's body movement and knew he wanted complete control over the situation.
"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked her in a low, throaty voice.
Quistis grabbed her drink from the bar counter and raised it to her lips. "It's a bit late for that, isn't it?" She took a swallow. The alcohol burned her throat on the way down.
"Then finish it and I'll buy you another," he said with a sly grin, showing off his slightly crooked teeth.
Quistis didn't answer. She took another sip of her drink and let her ice blue eyes burn into his.
He tried again, "so what is your name?"
"Riara," she told him as she let her eyes quickly scan him. He was wearing a slightly tight black shirt that showed off his obviously large muscles. He looked to be in his mid forties. Quistis tried to look him back in the eyes but they were all over her body. "And you are...?"
"Meist," he told her without looking at her face. He offered his hand and she took it. His grip was powerful.
Quistis lowered her head to meet his gaze. She said in a teasing tone, "how old are you, Meist?"
"Thirty," he told her. He refused to meet her eyes and she knew he was lying.
"I'm twenty-five," she replied, which was also a lie but she was a good liar. He wouldn't have a clue.
He licked his lips. "Very nice."
She was already tired of the boring conversation. She decided to take things further. She downed the rest of her intoxicating drink and leaned forward, placing her hand on his knee.
"Screw the next drink," she said with a wink. "It's too stuffy in this bar anyways. Can you take me somewhere... less crowded?" As she finished the sentence, she squeezed his knee.
Meist jumped slightly but his eyes told her that he was very interested. He stood quickly, took her hand in his, and pulled her roughly from her stool.
She followed him through the crowd of people, most of which were dancing to the loud, obnoxious music. Finally, when they were outside breathing fresh air, did Quistis make more of a move on Meist. She reached out for him, brought him close, and kissed him on the lips. Instantly she deepened the kiss; she wasn't going to waste any time. He tasted of smoke.
When she pulled back to catch a breath of air, he laughed.
"Damn, girl!" He chuckled, slapping his thigh. "You really go at it quick, don't you?"
Quistis leaned forward delicately. "The night is often short," she whispered into his ear, letting her tongue flick it ever so lightly. "Why waste any minute of it?"
He let out a slight moan and raised his hands to touch her. Except she wasn't going to let him touch her. And Squall wouldn't let him touch her either.
At that exact moment, five SeeD cadets popped out from behind bushes and trees. With weapons raised high, they raised at extraordinary speed toward Quistis and her companion. As Meist turned his head to see what the commotion was about, Quistis shoved him forcefully away from her. Stunned by the shove, Meist fell directly backwards into the grips of one of the younger SeeDs. The SeeD grabbed him fiercely and waited for his comrades to help arrest Meist.
"Riara!" Meist called out as he desperately tried to free himself. "Help!"
"Sorry," Quistis said. She gave him the same sleek, sexy grin she gave him when they first met only minutes before. "You're not my type."
"Riara!" He moaned once more before the SeeDs shoved him into their prisoner car and drove away. Quistis watched it go, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
Quistis was assigned the job six months after Ultimicia's defeat. It was a simple job that gave Quistis Trepe more gil, but a degrading one. She had to dress in a provocative way and hunt down spies and enemies of Balamb Garden. Once she found them, she had to lure them into a state of oblivion, like a Siren would. All men had just one thought in their heads about a pretty girl, and Quistis was supposed to make them think they would get it from her. Once lured into a clearing, SeeD would ambush the criminal, as they had with Meist that night.
Quistis was chosen for obvious reasons. She was known as one of the top beauties of Balamb Garden. She had the inviting voice to charm the men, the enchanting face, the perfect body. She was perfect for the job. She knew she would be the only one who could pull it off properly. So she had reluctantly accepted the job. She had been doing it for six months. A little over a year prior did she and her friends defeat the great enemy, Ultimicia.
"That was a new name," came the familiar deep voice that constantly filled Quistis' dreams.
She turned on her heels and nodded at the Commander Squall Leonhart. "Oh, well, I had gotten tired of using the same name over and over."
He stood next to her, his arms over his chest as well. "...I liked the name Isabellah."
"It was over-used," Quistis repeated. Then she made a face. "Oh, Hyne, I refuse to do this kind of SeeD work anymore."
A curious look passed over Squall's face. "Why?"
She motioned in the direction the car had gone. "Did you not see that criminal? He was old enough to be my father. I had to kiss him and stick my tongue in his ear. It was disgusting. I'm done. That's it."
Squall was shaking his head throughout her entire speech. "No, Quistis. We need you to do this."
"It is horribly degrading," the blonde told him with a narrow of her eyes. "Why does Rinoa not do it? She would be much better at it than me."
Squall glared at her at the suggestion of his girlfriend leading men on and having to kiss them. "No."
Quistis threw her hands up into the air, suddenly feeling highly angered. "Oh, yes, I forgot. Who cares if Trepe has to act like the slut? Nobody would care anyways."
"Quistis," Squall said in an annoyed tone.
She sighed, feeling ashamed. "It doesn't matter. Its the job, its what I am paid to do. I will continue to do it. I'm going to the Garden. I'm exhausted; its three A.M. I need some sleep."
"...Bye," Squall said as she walked away to the car she rented from Balamb. She waved over her shoulder, and couldn't wait to go to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Quistis picked at her short, stubby fingernails as she waited for the Headmaster in his office. She glanced at the large clock above the door and sighed. It was seven A.M. She had gotten only two hours of sleep because of her last mission. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and wondered if she had just smeared her eye makeup all over her face.
Cid entered the room. Quistis quickly stood and saluted him.
"At ease, Quistis," Cid told her as he sat behind his desk.
She seated herself as well. "You need to see me, sir?"
"Of course," he said and cleared his throat. "Quistis, your last mission was extremely successful. He was horribly clueless on what was going to happen to him. Very well job done."
"Thank you," Quistis said with a nod. She knew he didn't call her in just to pat her on the back and give her a cookie for her efforts.
"I feel your ready for the final part of this kind of work," Cid told her.
She raised a golden eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
The older man leaned forward on his desk. "We've been giving you progressively smarter criminals to capture. We are trying to build you up."
"Build me up for what?" Quistis asked curiously. "Or whom?"
Cid gave her a smile. "Your next assignment is to hunt down and lure Seifer Almasy into your grasp so we can bring him back here."
She was shocked. "Hyne, no."
"Quistis-" Cid began. Quistis held up a hand for him to stop.
"There is no way I can go and act that way around him. He is too smart. And he knows who I am, he'll know something is up."
"Quistis," Cid explained. "if anyone can do this, it is you."
"Why?" Quistis asked. "Go ask another pretty SeeD girl he doesn't know. He knows me. He'll kill me on site."
Cid stood from his chair and put on a passive face. "Quistis Trepe, this is an order. Do it on your honor as a SeeD."
She had to do it. She just wanted to scream in Cid's face about how idiotic this plan was. She knew it would fail, and she knew that Seifer would attempt to end her life.
Quistis stood with a heavy sigh. She saluted the Headmaster once again. "When do I begin the hunt?"
Cid followed her stand. "Today you'll be shipped out at 1700 hours. We believe he's lodged in Deling City."
"I'll do my best," she told him wirely.
"Good luck, Quistis," Cid told her and gave her shoulder a pat. "I have faith in you."
Hyne, Quistis thought as she walked from Cid's office.
Its going to be pure hell.
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Author's Note: This chapter was sorta short. Anyways, PLEASE review with comments, suggestions, or whatever. Thanks!!