Disclaimer: Square owns everything but Seifer, because he is MINE. ..... or
so I wish.
Authors Note: This fic isn't always gonna be centered around just Seifer, Quistis, and Selphie. I had Selphie go w/ Quistis because Selphie is fricken cool!!!11oneone Anyways, later in this ficcie, expect to definitly see a lot more of Squall ((even tho he's a loser)). He's so easy to work with, ya know? Just have him grunt and say whatever every few lines and your in character perfectly!! LOL Anyways, back to the story!
Chapter Three: A Mirrored Life
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As soon as Seifer Almasy had walked up the stairs, Selphie raced over to Quistis who was still sitting in the stool. Her eyes were filled with worry.
"Quisty," Selphie said quietly. "He saw me! How is our plan going to work now?"
Quistis looked at her with a small frown on her face. "I never thought it would work to begin with. It's Seifer we're dealing with. He hates me, so how could I make him think otherwise?"
Selphie ran a finger down her brunette strands of hair. "He's a boy, Quistis. All they want is one thing."
The frown on Quistis' face grew. There was no way she was going to let him get that from her. But she knew Selphie was right. A male would sleep with a girl they despised.
An idea sparked into Quistis' brain. Quistis let her hands fall into her lap as she stared up at her companion. Then without a word, she stood with a sigh from the bar stool and walked around Selphie and jogged up the stairs. She heard Selphie's light footsteps as she followed behind her.
Quistis slowed her steps to a walk as she neared the check-in booth. The Asian woman once again gave her a warm smile and in her hand she held two bags.
"Your bags," came the thick accent from the woman. "And room keys. Rooms 312 and 314 yes."
Quistis took their things from the woman. "Thank you...." She tried her plan, "oh, and... I met a young man down at the bar. About six feet tall with blonde hair and green eyes?"
The woman stared at her for a moment before Quistis continued, "he has a scar down his face." Quistis showed the woman where the scar would be. "And he was wearing a long, gray jacket. He told me to ask for his room number at the desk, but dear me I had a bit too much too drink and cannot remember his name!" She let out a tiny laugh.
The woman brightened. "That is Mr. Ramsey Feisal. He's been staying with us for about two weeks now. His room is... Ah, 310. Right across the hall from you!"
"Thank you," Quistis said with a bow of her head. She walked to the elevator with a cool stride to her step. She pressed the elevator button gingerly. With a quick flick of her wrist, she gestured Selphie to join her. Selphie walked swiftly over to her taller friend just as the elevator arrived with a faint 'ding'. The metal doors opened and both young women stepped into it. Quistis went to press the button marked "3" but Selphie knocked her hand out of the way with a grunting noise.
"Sorry!" Selphie apologized as she pressed the button several times. "But its one of those things I did in childhood that I still love to do!"
It made Quistis smile. She loved how childish Selphie could be sometimes. It made the world seem okay after all.
"Erm," Selphie began, searching Quistis' icy blue eyes. "Nice move downstairs, by the way. I was just wondering though, what are you planning on doing now that you know his room?"
"I plan on asking him," Quistis began with a twisted smile blooming across her face. "How Mr. Ramsey Feisal is doing this beautiful evening. Then I plan on introducing myself as Miss. Questi Pretiss."
"Oh, Quisty!" Selphie said with a giggle. "What are you going to do then? ...And what's with the weird names?"
Quistis smiled. "Its called an anagram," she said. "Its where you take the letters of a name and scramble them up to form a new name. Ramsey Feisal, Seifer Almasy. See the connection?"
Selphie stood there, counting down letters on her two hands. As the doors of the elevator opened to release its prisoners, a look of realization formed in Selphie's perky green eyes.
"Ooooh!" Selphie said with a raise of her index finger.
"Yes," Quistis answered as she stepped from the elevator. Selphie quickly stepped out just as the doors began to close again. They walked in silence as their eyes scanned the numbers on each door.
Rooms 312 and 314 both were on the right side of the hallway and were separated by another room, which Selphie described as a "mega-bummer". Room 310 was directly across from room 312, and Quistis felt she should take the closer room. Quistis politely told her friend goodnight. She handed her friend the 314 room before unlocking her own.
The door swung open to darkness. Quistis fumbled her right hand along the wall for a few moments before her fingers encountered the lightswitch. Light engulfed the room as she flicked the switch upwards. She raised her eyebrows as she stared around the room.
Wow, she thought to herself. The hotel keeper wasn't kidding when she said VIP rooms.
The carpet was a soft red and the wallpaper the same as well. A expensive looking carpet lay in the middle of the room, under a deep red coffee table and light brown sofa. A big-screen TV lay before the two pieces of furniture. The room was large, and it was only the entry room.
To the right, a doorway lined in fine wood led to the bedroom. A canopy bed made of more expensive looking red wood sat in the center with a soft red top. Several dressers lay against the wall and a vanity desk stood proudly by the door. Quistis threw her bag and room key onto the bed before leaving. The bathroom was across the entry room and was luxurious as well. A jacuzzi that could fit more than one (probably about six if you tried) housed a variety of bath salts. A see through sliding-door shower was next to the smooth white toilet an the mirror was lit with an unneeded amount of lights. Quistis left the large bathroom.
Quistis raised an eyebrow when she noticed a large bottle of expensive red wine and chocolates on a table next to the sofa. The hotel room was amazing. She wondered how Selphie was doing in her own beautiful room. She also wondered if Seifer's room was just as grand.
She wondered back into the bedroom and looked at herself in the large oval mirror on the vanity desk. The tight-fitting blue dress really made her look impressive. She gave her reflection a faint smile and took note on how her eyes glittered when she smiled. She looked like a completely different person. A Siren. She was not Quistis Trepe when she wore this. No, she was Questi Pretiss. It was a shitty name, but it was hard to form a new one out of her real name.
She hated being Quistis Trepe. Being someone else filled her with excitement. She was tired of being the Ice Queen, the prude, the bitch. Being Questi was her escape. Her only hope.
Quistis looked in the mirror and gave Questi one more smile, but this time it wasn't unsure it was strong, before the left the room.
The hallway of the hotel was quiet. It was about fifteen after midnight but most of the hotel could be found at the bar four stories below. Quistis looked down towards Selphie's room but found the door closed.
Taking a breath, she walked over to room 310 and knocked softly on it. Then she quickly hid from the view of the peephole. No answer, so she leaned up and knocked again but this time louder. She head something crash within the room, and a man swear loudly. Yup, it was Seifer's room.
Just as the door opened, Quistis quickly stood. She leaned against the door frame in a provocative manner. He looked her up and down for a moment.
"Hi," she said with a wink. It was worth another try.
He closed the door in her face.
Quistis' mouth fell open in shock.
I can't believe he just did that!!
She banged hard on the door for a minute until he reopened it.
"Hi Ramsey," she told him without the sexual tone in her voice.
He raised a golden eyebrow. "Hi...?"
She pushed past him and went into his room. It was definitely a regular one-room Hotel room. She turned around and looked at him. He was dressed in his usual day clothes and let the door slam shut behind him.
"What do you--" he began to say.
She interrupted him, "my name is Questi. Questi Pretiss. You ran out of the bar pretty fast, Ramsey. You didn't even offer me a drink."
"Get the hell out, Trepe," he said with a growl.
"Who is Trepe?" Quistis asked innocently.
He walked quickly over to her and Quistis momentarily thought he was going to hit her. She didn't even see he had his Hyperion on him. But she did see it when he pulled it out and held it to her tender pale throat.
"I warned you," he growled. His breath was hot on her neck. "What did I tell you, Trepe?"
"...." she thought for a moment before replying. "....You'd 'slice me up' if I came after you."
"Good girl," he said in a cruel tone. "So now I get to."
She tried to look at him but couldn't. The blade pressed into her throat, threatening to pierce her flesh. Seifer removed the blade from her throat and shoved her roughly. She stumbled and fell right onto his bed. As she went to roll over to look at him, he hit her hard across the face.
Splashes of white filled Quistis' vision as she collapsed fully onto the bed, bringing her right hand up to her stringing right cheek. When her vision cleared, she saw Seifer take off his belt...
What is he doing!?
Quistis' heart leapt painfully into her throat as the worst possible thoughts filled her head. As she tried to pull herself off the bed he was on her, fighting her flailing arms down above her head. She knew Seifer was strong, but she felt like a lifeless toy under him.
"Stop!" she shouted as she finally found her voice.
Yet instead of doing what she thought he was going to do, he wrapped his belt around her enclosed wrists. Then he latched the belt around one of the bedposts. When she was secure and the leather dug into her skin, he climbed off her.
"What are you doing?" she managed to gasp.
"That should keep you in place," he said with a snarl. He went over to a bag, rummaged through it, and pulled out another belt. He tied this belt to her feet and her feet to another post. She tried to wriggle herself free but she tried in vain.
"You might want to get some sleep," Seifer told her. He reached into his bag again and pulled out a bright red apple. He took a bite of it and said, "you're going to be there for a while."
She noticed her long, tight dress was pulled up pretty high around her hips in her struggle. "Do me a favor, Seifer."
He smirked at her. "What? No Ramsey?"
She ignored him. "Just pull my dress down a little bit. I'm sure you don't want to see anything of me."
He chuckled. "That's the best part, babe."
"Pull the dress down." She commanded, the instructor tone returning to her voice. He frowned at her, but obeyed like a puppy dog. He was without his gloves, and she was surprised how soft his hands were as they slid down her legs with the dress. When it was returned to normal, he took another bite of his apple. He offered it to her.
"No thanks," she politely declined despite her situation.
"Where's the messenger girl?" Seifer asked her. He looked around the room as if Selphie was hiding. "Can we invite her over to join this fun?"
"You stay away from her," Quistis snapped. "Torture me if you must, but leave her alone."
Hyne, Quistis thought. Why did I agree to do this mission? It was the most pointless and stupid plan ever on the face of this planet. Whoever decided on this plan should be dragged into the street and shot. Or held down and forced to listen to German country folk music. Quistis had heard that kind of music before. She swore it made her ears bleed.
"Why do you care about her so much," Seifer asked her with another one of his famous smirks. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Are you and her some sorta couple?"
Her temper flared. "Fuck you. She's my best friend, you arrogant prick. Not every girl that is friends with another is a lesbian."
He laughed at her. "Chill, Trepe. Chill. Can't a guy male a joke these days?"
"Let me go, Seifer."
"Not a chance, Trepe. Now if you don't mind, I have to chance for bed so be a dear and turn that pale head of yours."
Letting out an aggravated sigh, she turned her head away from him, saying that she obviously did not want to speak or even look at him again.
She heard him change. Then she blinked when the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. He had turned off the lights. Then she heard him laughing at her. Great, now he was making fun of her. "What's the matter, Instructor? We were just starting to have a meaningful conversation!"
"Goodnight Seifer," she said. Her voice seethed with annoyance.
She felt the bed move up and down and she guessed Seifer was lowering himself down on his side of the bed. Her body was tense but began to relax when he stopped moving.
Just then she felt his hand pat her right breast. Her eyes widened into the blackness. "'Night Trepe."
"Do tell me," she began. "You know where you just patted me."
"Shoulder?" he guessed. "Head?"
"Oh Hyne," she moaned, feeling her face grow red.
She didn't want to tell him where his hand had hit her. She was back as Quistis. She was no longer Questi the Siren. She was timid once more.
She remembered earlier that night when she had looked at her reflection in the mirror. In the mirror Quistis had not existed. Quistis Trepe was not alive in the mirrored world. Questi Pretiss was the one in control. Questi who was calm, sexy, controlling, and awesome.
Quistis turned her head and stared blankly into the darkness, knowing sleep would not come to her that night. And more than anything, she wished she could fade into the mirror, and let the strong-willed siren named Questi come out and live a real life in Quistis'' place.
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Author's Note: I did have to listen to German country folk music. My German teacher made us listen to it. And I swear, my ears DID bleed!!!
Authors Note: This fic isn't always gonna be centered around just Seifer, Quistis, and Selphie. I had Selphie go w/ Quistis because Selphie is fricken cool!!!11oneone Anyways, later in this ficcie, expect to definitly see a lot more of Squall ((even tho he's a loser)). He's so easy to work with, ya know? Just have him grunt and say whatever every few lines and your in character perfectly!! LOL Anyways, back to the story!
Chapter Three: A Mirrored Life
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As soon as Seifer Almasy had walked up the stairs, Selphie raced over to Quistis who was still sitting in the stool. Her eyes were filled with worry.
"Quisty," Selphie said quietly. "He saw me! How is our plan going to work now?"
Quistis looked at her with a small frown on her face. "I never thought it would work to begin with. It's Seifer we're dealing with. He hates me, so how could I make him think otherwise?"
Selphie ran a finger down her brunette strands of hair. "He's a boy, Quistis. All they want is one thing."
The frown on Quistis' face grew. There was no way she was going to let him get that from her. But she knew Selphie was right. A male would sleep with a girl they despised.
An idea sparked into Quistis' brain. Quistis let her hands fall into her lap as she stared up at her companion. Then without a word, she stood with a sigh from the bar stool and walked around Selphie and jogged up the stairs. She heard Selphie's light footsteps as she followed behind her.
Quistis slowed her steps to a walk as she neared the check-in booth. The Asian woman once again gave her a warm smile and in her hand she held two bags.
"Your bags," came the thick accent from the woman. "And room keys. Rooms 312 and 314 yes."
Quistis took their things from the woman. "Thank you...." She tried her plan, "oh, and... I met a young man down at the bar. About six feet tall with blonde hair and green eyes?"
The woman stared at her for a moment before Quistis continued, "he has a scar down his face." Quistis showed the woman where the scar would be. "And he was wearing a long, gray jacket. He told me to ask for his room number at the desk, but dear me I had a bit too much too drink and cannot remember his name!" She let out a tiny laugh.
The woman brightened. "That is Mr. Ramsey Feisal. He's been staying with us for about two weeks now. His room is... Ah, 310. Right across the hall from you!"
"Thank you," Quistis said with a bow of her head. She walked to the elevator with a cool stride to her step. She pressed the elevator button gingerly. With a quick flick of her wrist, she gestured Selphie to join her. Selphie walked swiftly over to her taller friend just as the elevator arrived with a faint 'ding'. The metal doors opened and both young women stepped into it. Quistis went to press the button marked "3" but Selphie knocked her hand out of the way with a grunting noise.
"Sorry!" Selphie apologized as she pressed the button several times. "But its one of those things I did in childhood that I still love to do!"
It made Quistis smile. She loved how childish Selphie could be sometimes. It made the world seem okay after all.
"Erm," Selphie began, searching Quistis' icy blue eyes. "Nice move downstairs, by the way. I was just wondering though, what are you planning on doing now that you know his room?"
"I plan on asking him," Quistis began with a twisted smile blooming across her face. "How Mr. Ramsey Feisal is doing this beautiful evening. Then I plan on introducing myself as Miss. Questi Pretiss."
"Oh, Quisty!" Selphie said with a giggle. "What are you going to do then? ...And what's with the weird names?"
Quistis smiled. "Its called an anagram," she said. "Its where you take the letters of a name and scramble them up to form a new name. Ramsey Feisal, Seifer Almasy. See the connection?"
Selphie stood there, counting down letters on her two hands. As the doors of the elevator opened to release its prisoners, a look of realization formed in Selphie's perky green eyes.
"Ooooh!" Selphie said with a raise of her index finger.
"Yes," Quistis answered as she stepped from the elevator. Selphie quickly stepped out just as the doors began to close again. They walked in silence as their eyes scanned the numbers on each door.
Rooms 312 and 314 both were on the right side of the hallway and were separated by another room, which Selphie described as a "mega-bummer". Room 310 was directly across from room 312, and Quistis felt she should take the closer room. Quistis politely told her friend goodnight. She handed her friend the 314 room before unlocking her own.
The door swung open to darkness. Quistis fumbled her right hand along the wall for a few moments before her fingers encountered the lightswitch. Light engulfed the room as she flicked the switch upwards. She raised her eyebrows as she stared around the room.
Wow, she thought to herself. The hotel keeper wasn't kidding when she said VIP rooms.
The carpet was a soft red and the wallpaper the same as well. A expensive looking carpet lay in the middle of the room, under a deep red coffee table and light brown sofa. A big-screen TV lay before the two pieces of furniture. The room was large, and it was only the entry room.
To the right, a doorway lined in fine wood led to the bedroom. A canopy bed made of more expensive looking red wood sat in the center with a soft red top. Several dressers lay against the wall and a vanity desk stood proudly by the door. Quistis threw her bag and room key onto the bed before leaving. The bathroom was across the entry room and was luxurious as well. A jacuzzi that could fit more than one (probably about six if you tried) housed a variety of bath salts. A see through sliding-door shower was next to the smooth white toilet an the mirror was lit with an unneeded amount of lights. Quistis left the large bathroom.
Quistis raised an eyebrow when she noticed a large bottle of expensive red wine and chocolates on a table next to the sofa. The hotel room was amazing. She wondered how Selphie was doing in her own beautiful room. She also wondered if Seifer's room was just as grand.
She wondered back into the bedroom and looked at herself in the large oval mirror on the vanity desk. The tight-fitting blue dress really made her look impressive. She gave her reflection a faint smile and took note on how her eyes glittered when she smiled. She looked like a completely different person. A Siren. She was not Quistis Trepe when she wore this. No, she was Questi Pretiss. It was a shitty name, but it was hard to form a new one out of her real name.
She hated being Quistis Trepe. Being someone else filled her with excitement. She was tired of being the Ice Queen, the prude, the bitch. Being Questi was her escape. Her only hope.
Quistis looked in the mirror and gave Questi one more smile, but this time it wasn't unsure it was strong, before the left the room.
The hallway of the hotel was quiet. It was about fifteen after midnight but most of the hotel could be found at the bar four stories below. Quistis looked down towards Selphie's room but found the door closed.
Taking a breath, she walked over to room 310 and knocked softly on it. Then she quickly hid from the view of the peephole. No answer, so she leaned up and knocked again but this time louder. She head something crash within the room, and a man swear loudly. Yup, it was Seifer's room.
Just as the door opened, Quistis quickly stood. She leaned against the door frame in a provocative manner. He looked her up and down for a moment.
"Hi," she said with a wink. It was worth another try.
He closed the door in her face.
Quistis' mouth fell open in shock.
I can't believe he just did that!!
She banged hard on the door for a minute until he reopened it.
"Hi Ramsey," she told him without the sexual tone in her voice.
He raised a golden eyebrow. "Hi...?"
She pushed past him and went into his room. It was definitely a regular one-room Hotel room. She turned around and looked at him. He was dressed in his usual day clothes and let the door slam shut behind him.
"What do you--" he began to say.
She interrupted him, "my name is Questi. Questi Pretiss. You ran out of the bar pretty fast, Ramsey. You didn't even offer me a drink."
"Get the hell out, Trepe," he said with a growl.
"Who is Trepe?" Quistis asked innocently.
He walked quickly over to her and Quistis momentarily thought he was going to hit her. She didn't even see he had his Hyperion on him. But she did see it when he pulled it out and held it to her tender pale throat.
"I warned you," he growled. His breath was hot on her neck. "What did I tell you, Trepe?"
"...." she thought for a moment before replying. "....You'd 'slice me up' if I came after you."
"Good girl," he said in a cruel tone. "So now I get to."
She tried to look at him but couldn't. The blade pressed into her throat, threatening to pierce her flesh. Seifer removed the blade from her throat and shoved her roughly. She stumbled and fell right onto his bed. As she went to roll over to look at him, he hit her hard across the face.
Splashes of white filled Quistis' vision as she collapsed fully onto the bed, bringing her right hand up to her stringing right cheek. When her vision cleared, she saw Seifer take off his belt...
What is he doing!?
Quistis' heart leapt painfully into her throat as the worst possible thoughts filled her head. As she tried to pull herself off the bed he was on her, fighting her flailing arms down above her head. She knew Seifer was strong, but she felt like a lifeless toy under him.
"Stop!" she shouted as she finally found her voice.
Yet instead of doing what she thought he was going to do, he wrapped his belt around her enclosed wrists. Then he latched the belt around one of the bedposts. When she was secure and the leather dug into her skin, he climbed off her.
"What are you doing?" she managed to gasp.
"That should keep you in place," he said with a snarl. He went over to a bag, rummaged through it, and pulled out another belt. He tied this belt to her feet and her feet to another post. She tried to wriggle herself free but she tried in vain.
"You might want to get some sleep," Seifer told her. He reached into his bag again and pulled out a bright red apple. He took a bite of it and said, "you're going to be there for a while."
She noticed her long, tight dress was pulled up pretty high around her hips in her struggle. "Do me a favor, Seifer."
He smirked at her. "What? No Ramsey?"
She ignored him. "Just pull my dress down a little bit. I'm sure you don't want to see anything of me."
He chuckled. "That's the best part, babe."
"Pull the dress down." She commanded, the instructor tone returning to her voice. He frowned at her, but obeyed like a puppy dog. He was without his gloves, and she was surprised how soft his hands were as they slid down her legs with the dress. When it was returned to normal, he took another bite of his apple. He offered it to her.
"No thanks," she politely declined despite her situation.
"Where's the messenger girl?" Seifer asked her. He looked around the room as if Selphie was hiding. "Can we invite her over to join this fun?"
"You stay away from her," Quistis snapped. "Torture me if you must, but leave her alone."
Hyne, Quistis thought. Why did I agree to do this mission? It was the most pointless and stupid plan ever on the face of this planet. Whoever decided on this plan should be dragged into the street and shot. Or held down and forced to listen to German country folk music. Quistis had heard that kind of music before. She swore it made her ears bleed.
"Why do you care about her so much," Seifer asked her with another one of his famous smirks. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "Are you and her some sorta couple?"
Her temper flared. "Fuck you. She's my best friend, you arrogant prick. Not every girl that is friends with another is a lesbian."
He laughed at her. "Chill, Trepe. Chill. Can't a guy male a joke these days?"
"Let me go, Seifer."
"Not a chance, Trepe. Now if you don't mind, I have to chance for bed so be a dear and turn that pale head of yours."
Letting out an aggravated sigh, she turned her head away from him, saying that she obviously did not want to speak or even look at him again.
She heard him change. Then she blinked when the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. He had turned off the lights. Then she heard him laughing at her. Great, now he was making fun of her. "What's the matter, Instructor? We were just starting to have a meaningful conversation!"
"Goodnight Seifer," she said. Her voice seethed with annoyance.
She felt the bed move up and down and she guessed Seifer was lowering himself down on his side of the bed. Her body was tense but began to relax when he stopped moving.
Just then she felt his hand pat her right breast. Her eyes widened into the blackness. "'Night Trepe."
"Do tell me," she began. "You know where you just patted me."
"Shoulder?" he guessed. "Head?"
"Oh Hyne," she moaned, feeling her face grow red.
She didn't want to tell him where his hand had hit her. She was back as Quistis. She was no longer Questi the Siren. She was timid once more.
She remembered earlier that night when she had looked at her reflection in the mirror. In the mirror Quistis had not existed. Quistis Trepe was not alive in the mirrored world. Questi Pretiss was the one in control. Questi who was calm, sexy, controlling, and awesome.
Quistis turned her head and stared blankly into the darkness, knowing sleep would not come to her that night. And more than anything, she wished she could fade into the mirror, and let the strong-willed siren named Questi come out and live a real life in Quistis'' place.
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Author's Note: I did have to listen to German country folk music. My German teacher made us listen to it. And I swear, my ears DID bleed!!!