Title: Thousand Cranes
Author: Kuri Tessy
Feedback: Yes, please!
Pairings: Quistis/Seifer
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst and Death
Disclaimer: FF8, characters, and other nice things don't belong to me. It's
sad, but true.
Notes: In Japanese class I watched a video on Sadako Sasaki and the story of the one thousand paper cranes. I was touched by the video's message and got the idea of writing a fanfiction piece about it.
My Thanks: I want to thank all of you who reviewed, even if it was a small handfull. ^^ I really appreciate you going out of your way to do so. Comments, suggestions, and constructive critism is always welcome! I like to know how people are responding to the story and how they should think it should progress!
Thousand Cranes
Seifer peered down at his burger and then glanced back at his silent companion. After waiting for their food in an uncomfortable silence, he had hoped she would say something. He was starting to get antsy.
Tapping his fingers on the cheap restaurant table, Seifer popped a drooping french-fry into his mouth. Quistis turned her gaze from the window to his hands in motion.
"Could you please stop that?"
Snapping his head up, Seifer turned his green stare from his burger to her pristine face. A slight scowl rested upon her brow and her eyes were slightly narrowed in annoyance.
"No," he replied unblinkingly.
She let out an exaggerated sigh and glanced back outside the diner window. Her food was untouched. Seifer fingered the folded bills in his pocket. He had two options at this point. After he paid for their meal, he'd take the rest of the money and buy the cheapest ticket out of Deling City. Or, somehow, someway, return the money to her suitcase without her noticing. That would mean that he would have to be discreet. Not his style.
Quistis tried to focus her eyes on the old woman sitting outside of the diner, but found that her eyes were becoming unfocused. She was relieved that Seifer had stopped his aggravating finger band practice on the table, but why hadn't her headache stopped by now? It had snuck up on her as they first sat down and hadn't weakened.
Groaning as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, Quistis reached out to grab the table edge. Closing her eyes, she thought to herself that she was not going to show Seifer her discomfort. He'd only use it to mock her.
Quistis looked across the table at her "date." He wasn't bothering to talk to her, or even look at her. It was a bit disgruntling. Having your former student and enemy sitting next to you in a friendly atmosphere. Complete irony. She smiled faintly. Well, maybe not such a friendly atmosphere. Her smile faded when the dizziness swept over again. What was wrong with her? Perhaps she should eat. She had avoided her meal when the headache had visited and took her appetite away.
Quistis slowly lifted up her fork and focused on spearing a spinach leaf when darkness descended. Her fork clattered to the table stop as her form slumped over.
"What the hell?" Seifer exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat when the fork struck near his hand.
People from around the diner looked over his way. He ran a hand through his hair as he cursed and walked over to her side. Great. His former instructor had perfect timing. He lightly shook her shoulder until he realized that she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Sighing, he motioned for a waiter to come give them their check.
"Sir, is the lady all right?" the waiter inquired, "does she need a doctor?"
Seifer shook his head as he glared at the woman in question. "No, she just fainted."
The waiter nodded, "Will that be all then, sir?"
Placing the money on the table Seifer grunted. There went his plan for escape. Now all he had to do is be the good Samaritan and miss his train. Definitely not his original plan. When the waiter left, Seifer slammed his fist on the table. People gasped and turned to look at him.
He sneered, "What are you all looking at?" With that said, he scooped the dead weight of Quistis Trepe from the chair and hobbled out of the door.
He had a particularly tough time dragging her back to the hotel. When he stopped in front of her room he searched her pockets for a key in disgust. This was exactly what got him in trouble in the first place. Entering the room, he deposited her on the bed.
Before he left, he glanced at the clock. 9:00. He might get a fairly good head start on her if he left right now on a train. Seifer turned to leave and was stopped by a feeble whimper from on top of the mattress.
He groaned. His luck just kept on getting better and better. He turned around to face her and blue eyes lowered seductively sleepily gazed back at him. He blinked. When he looked back, Quistis was still looking at him but with a confused expression. Seifer about hit himself. Had he just imagined that, or what? It had been too long since he had been with a woman.
Indeed he had been imagining it, because when Quistis became once more coherent, all traces of vulnerability were wiped from her face.
"What happened," she demanded.
Seifer shrugged and replied, "You tell me, since you should know."
She turned her head down and glanced at the floor. A slight blush colored her cheeks. Seifer noticed with curiosity before he could catch himself and his eye twitched. Shoot me now, he thought to himself.
"I..I passed out?"
"Ya, lucky me. How much do you weigh, woman? You wouldn't believe how long it took me to haul you up here," he taunted. He grinned when her face flushed in anger.
Her previous weak spell obviously did not affect her sharp wit and mind, however. "What does that tell about you, Seifer? Someone isn't a big and manly as he likes to think!"
His eyes flashed. That was a low shot. He followed her every move as her graceful fingers pushed back the golden hair from her face in triumph. God, how he hated her.
"If you're quite done, I'd like to remind you that your suitcase is returned. My debt to you is paid in full. I'd like to say it was a pleasure seeing you again Instructor, but I can assure you, it hasn't been." With that, Seifer Almasy strode through the door and out of Quistis' sight.
She thoughtfully glanced down at the patterned comforter beneath her at his abrupt exit. This night had certainly been interesting. First, her encounter with Seifer. Then, her headaches, followed by waking up seeing him in her room. At least he was gone. Not to mention the headaches and dizziness were gone. For the moment. She had a feeling they might return. She frowned as she thought about the suitcase incident. She hadn't checked it since she had first packed.
She unclasped the bindings and looked at the contents. Her folded clothes were primarily still in the same condition, but looked like they were ruffled up a bit. She then checked the pockets which housed her makeup, toiletries, equipment for her whip, and most importantly, money.
All of the first three were still in their cases, although her extra marlboro tentacle was slight uncoiled. When Quistis reached into another pocket, she found that all of her gil was gone. All of it. Rage quickly filled throughout her body.
A crack sounded as Save the Queen licked the air. Seifer Almasy had dropped to an all time low. It was no wonder why he had left her so quickly. Although, the money didn't really explain the date, but that was the last thing on her mind at this moment. Her new mission; hunt Seifer down.
"You are mine," she promised as she ran out of the hotel and into the sweltering night. He couldn't have gotten far.
Kuri's Note: OIIIIII!! I'm so sorry! I know that I haven't written anything new in about a month or two. Argh, I'm such a bad author. You can hit me now. ^^ I apologize for any grammar or any other types of mistakes. It's late at night, and I wanted to get this chapter out. So then.....THE HUNT IS ON!!! WHOOHOO! Will Quistis be fast enough to get her money back? Yes, no, maybe so......... I know it, I'm evil.
Author: Kuri Tessy
Feedback: Yes, please!
Pairings: Quistis/Seifer
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst and Death
Disclaimer: FF8, characters, and other nice things don't belong to me. It's
sad, but true.
Notes: In Japanese class I watched a video on Sadako Sasaki and the story of the one thousand paper cranes. I was touched by the video's message and got the idea of writing a fanfiction piece about it.
My Thanks: I want to thank all of you who reviewed, even if it was a small handfull. ^^ I really appreciate you going out of your way to do so. Comments, suggestions, and constructive critism is always welcome! I like to know how people are responding to the story and how they should think it should progress!
Thousand Cranes
Seifer peered down at his burger and then glanced back at his silent companion. After waiting for their food in an uncomfortable silence, he had hoped she would say something. He was starting to get antsy.
Tapping his fingers on the cheap restaurant table, Seifer popped a drooping french-fry into his mouth. Quistis turned her gaze from the window to his hands in motion.
"Could you please stop that?"
Snapping his head up, Seifer turned his green stare from his burger to her pristine face. A slight scowl rested upon her brow and her eyes were slightly narrowed in annoyance.
"No," he replied unblinkingly.
She let out an exaggerated sigh and glanced back outside the diner window. Her food was untouched. Seifer fingered the folded bills in his pocket. He had two options at this point. After he paid for their meal, he'd take the rest of the money and buy the cheapest ticket out of Deling City. Or, somehow, someway, return the money to her suitcase without her noticing. That would mean that he would have to be discreet. Not his style.
Quistis tried to focus her eyes on the old woman sitting outside of the diner, but found that her eyes were becoming unfocused. She was relieved that Seifer had stopped his aggravating finger band practice on the table, but why hadn't her headache stopped by now? It had snuck up on her as they first sat down and hadn't weakened.
Groaning as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, Quistis reached out to grab the table edge. Closing her eyes, she thought to herself that she was not going to show Seifer her discomfort. He'd only use it to mock her.
Quistis looked across the table at her "date." He wasn't bothering to talk to her, or even look at her. It was a bit disgruntling. Having your former student and enemy sitting next to you in a friendly atmosphere. Complete irony. She smiled faintly. Well, maybe not such a friendly atmosphere. Her smile faded when the dizziness swept over again. What was wrong with her? Perhaps she should eat. She had avoided her meal when the headache had visited and took her appetite away.
Quistis slowly lifted up her fork and focused on spearing a spinach leaf when darkness descended. Her fork clattered to the table stop as her form slumped over.
"What the hell?" Seifer exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat when the fork struck near his hand.
People from around the diner looked over his way. He ran a hand through his hair as he cursed and walked over to her side. Great. His former instructor had perfect timing. He lightly shook her shoulder until he realized that she wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Sighing, he motioned for a waiter to come give them their check.
"Sir, is the lady all right?" the waiter inquired, "does she need a doctor?"
Seifer shook his head as he glared at the woman in question. "No, she just fainted."
The waiter nodded, "Will that be all then, sir?"
Placing the money on the table Seifer grunted. There went his plan for escape. Now all he had to do is be the good Samaritan and miss his train. Definitely not his original plan. When the waiter left, Seifer slammed his fist on the table. People gasped and turned to look at him.
He sneered, "What are you all looking at?" With that said, he scooped the dead weight of Quistis Trepe from the chair and hobbled out of the door.
He had a particularly tough time dragging her back to the hotel. When he stopped in front of her room he searched her pockets for a key in disgust. This was exactly what got him in trouble in the first place. Entering the room, he deposited her on the bed.
Before he left, he glanced at the clock. 9:00. He might get a fairly good head start on her if he left right now on a train. Seifer turned to leave and was stopped by a feeble whimper from on top of the mattress.
He groaned. His luck just kept on getting better and better. He turned around to face her and blue eyes lowered seductively sleepily gazed back at him. He blinked. When he looked back, Quistis was still looking at him but with a confused expression. Seifer about hit himself. Had he just imagined that, or what? It had been too long since he had been with a woman.
Indeed he had been imagining it, because when Quistis became once more coherent, all traces of vulnerability were wiped from her face.
"What happened," she demanded.
Seifer shrugged and replied, "You tell me, since you should know."
She turned her head down and glanced at the floor. A slight blush colored her cheeks. Seifer noticed with curiosity before he could catch himself and his eye twitched. Shoot me now, he thought to himself.
"I..I passed out?"
"Ya, lucky me. How much do you weigh, woman? You wouldn't believe how long it took me to haul you up here," he taunted. He grinned when her face flushed in anger.
Her previous weak spell obviously did not affect her sharp wit and mind, however. "What does that tell about you, Seifer? Someone isn't a big and manly as he likes to think!"
His eyes flashed. That was a low shot. He followed her every move as her graceful fingers pushed back the golden hair from her face in triumph. God, how he hated her.
"If you're quite done, I'd like to remind you that your suitcase is returned. My debt to you is paid in full. I'd like to say it was a pleasure seeing you again Instructor, but I can assure you, it hasn't been." With that, Seifer Almasy strode through the door and out of Quistis' sight.
She thoughtfully glanced down at the patterned comforter beneath her at his abrupt exit. This night had certainly been interesting. First, her encounter with Seifer. Then, her headaches, followed by waking up seeing him in her room. At least he was gone. Not to mention the headaches and dizziness were gone. For the moment. She had a feeling they might return. She frowned as she thought about the suitcase incident. She hadn't checked it since she had first packed.
She unclasped the bindings and looked at the contents. Her folded clothes were primarily still in the same condition, but looked like they were ruffled up a bit. She then checked the pockets which housed her makeup, toiletries, equipment for her whip, and most importantly, money.
All of the first three were still in their cases, although her extra marlboro tentacle was slight uncoiled. When Quistis reached into another pocket, she found that all of her gil was gone. All of it. Rage quickly filled throughout her body.
A crack sounded as Save the Queen licked the air. Seifer Almasy had dropped to an all time low. It was no wonder why he had left her so quickly. Although, the money didn't really explain the date, but that was the last thing on her mind at this moment. Her new mission; hunt Seifer down.
"You are mine," she promised as she ran out of the hotel and into the sweltering night. He couldn't have gotten far.
Kuri's Note: OIIIIII!! I'm so sorry! I know that I haven't written anything new in about a month or two. Argh, I'm such a bad author. You can hit me now. ^^ I apologize for any grammar or any other types of mistakes. It's late at night, and I wanted to get this chapter out. So then.....THE HUNT IS ON!!! WHOOHOO! Will Quistis be fast enough to get her money back? Yes, no, maybe so......... I know it, I'm evil.