Title: Thousand Cranes
Author: Kuri Tessy
Feedback: Yes, please!
Pairings: Quistis/Seifer
Rating: PG/PG-13
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: Well, here I am again. It's summer and that means that Kuri has a lot of time on her hands. There seems to be a pattern to my work...it doesn't come out for a long time. I'm sorry! I know that I'm bad with the updating! But, don't fear, there's more to come. I want to give a BIG thank you to all the reviewers and readers out there! Many hugs! You all help me, did you know that? Pat yourself on the back. If it wasn't for people's responses I'd probably get bummed out and sluggishly carry on. We can't have that! So, thank you again.
Thousand Cranes, Chapter Seven
Quistis awoke to the salty scent of ocean air barraging her senses through the room's open window. Sunlight streamed through the open curtains and washed upon her face. Quistis found herself sprawled out upon the hotel bed, her hair loose from its usual confines. A picturesque scene, except for the fact that her arms were uncomfortably pulled behind her head and her hands were tied to the rungs of the bed's headboard.
Quistis became fully awake when the pain of her hands finally registered. She gave a quick tug and found them firmly tied. Looking around the room for Seifer, or the culprit, whichever came first, Quistis found herself alone in the room.
"What in Hyne's name is going on here?" Quistis asked as she frustratingly tried to free herself. Whoever had tied the rope that bound her did it well. Squirming, Quistis attempted to pull her leg up towards her head. In her boots Quistis carried a standard issue Seed knife. For such emergencies, of course. The only problem was trying to get the knife out.
Just as Quistis was about to tug off her boots with her teeth Seifer strolled in and started to chuckle when he beheld Quistis's awkward position. Before Quistis could get her boot off any further, Seifer took hold of her leg and dug around in her boot. With a grin he pulled out the knife and tossed it in the air.
"Now Quistis, I can't have you doing that. Nice knife though. You always were the resourceful one," Seifer smirked as he pocketed the knife and watched the look of confusion and anger wash over Quistis's face.
"Seifer, what are you doing?" Quistis gritted her teeth. If this was his idea of a joke he was messing around with the wrong woman.
A sinister look fell upon Seifer's face, but quickly vanished as he studied Quistis. To Quistis's aggravation, Seifer sat upon the edge of the bed and leaned in closely to her face.
"I would have thought that you would have caught on by now, Quistis. But, maybe I always had too much faith in your abilities," Seifer admonished with a playful shrug and continued, "You see, all that I told you on the train was a lie. But don't worry, everything is about to get better."
Quistis attempted to rise up but fell back against her restraints. "You mean you kidnapped me?"
Seifer rose from the bed and turned back to her and bowed. "And the lady gets a prize! Really Quistis, would you put it past me?"
Quistis's heart sank. Seifer hadn't changed at all after the war. If anything, his sanity had lapsed back to what it was when he was under Ultimecia's spell. Quistis snapped up and saw that his green eyes were burning and his face was contorted into a malevolent smile of victory. How had she not seen this? This wasn't the Seifer she had seen last night.
At the look of Quistis's melancholy gaze, Seifer took one of Quistis's bound hands and placed a kiss upon her upturned wrist. "You always were blinded by your own fantasies of people. You know deep down who I am and what I'm capable of. You denied it back when you were my teacher and even now. That's why you failed."
Quistis closed her eyes in fury as she heard his last remark. Seifer straightened and turned to walk out the door. Before he could leave Quistis opened her eyes and spat, "I'm not the one who failed in life, Seifer!"
With a snarl Seifer spun around to face her. Before Quistis knew what happened, she was pinned to the back of the headboard and Seifer's arms were painfully clutching her hands.
Rage was apparent on Seifer's face as he growled out, "I'd watch what you say, Quisty. There's always a side of me that likes a little violence."
It wasn't the position that she was in that terrified her, Quistis decided, but it was Seifer's eyes. She had grown up with this man, but she found that looking into his eyes she didn't know him anymore. Looking back to the previous few days she didn't know why she hadn't caught his behavioral peculiarities sooner. His coverup for kidnaping her was absolutely ridiculous...so why did she believe his story on the train?
For a Seed who had been trained to deceive when necessary Seifer's lie should have been glaringly obvious to her. Quistis reprimanded herself, really it was just shameful how she got herself into this mess.
To be completely honest, Quistis wasn't quite as alarmed as she appeared to be on the outside. Sure, she had never been kidnaped before, but sooner or later Squall and her friends would realize something had happened and send a search squad. Quistis glanced up at Seifer, and almost grinned. It was a joke what he was trying to pull off.
Yes, she had complete faith in her friends. Besides, she had left a trail of where she traveled. And if that didn't work, there were always witnesses. If worse came to worse and if her friend's didn't pull through, then she would. She was Quistis Trepe, after all, and no former student of hers would keep her down.
Seifer noticed Quitis's content face and frowned. What in the world was she thinking about? And why wasn't she throwing a fit right now? Frustrated, Seifer released Quistis and straightened his back. If he couldn't catch her attention, then Hyperion would. Unsheathing the brightly polished gunblade, Seifer rose it to meet Quistis's face.
"You don't seem quite concerned enough. I don't think you understand. I kidnaped you for money, a guy does have to get by," Quistis snorted in disgust, but Seifer continued,"I realize that your precious Garden has probably already sent a searching party. But, they shouldn't bother. In just a few moments I will contact the Commander and inform him on your whereabouts. You are being held for random, my dear."
Quistis regarded him with an icy and disapproving gaze over Hyperion's sharp point, "They won't relent to you, Seifer. They know that I am expendable, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Seifer waved his hand flippantly through the air, "Right, right. You don't have to explain the whole Seed code to me. They will relent to me, especially when I explain that your life will be forfeit if they don't."
Quistis's eyes focused on Hyperion's point and then flicked back up to Seifer's face. Dammit, if only her hands weren't tied then Save the Queen would have a fun time showing who was in charge.
She wouldn't show him fear, because that's what he wanted. Seifer would have to break her first.
"You're bluffing. You couldn't kill me."
At her statement Seifer let out a biting and cruel laugh. With every shake of his shoulders, Hyperion's edge became increasingly closer to Quistis's exposed neck. Quistis grumbled in annoyance at her position.
As if he had been splashed with cold water, Seifer's entire body snapped back and his eyes focused unerringly on her again. A terrible twisted smile broke out upon his face, "Just try me. Trust me, I would enjoy every minute of it."
Quistis turned her face away from his gaze in indignation. Her mouth set in a firm line of anger. Really, could he get any worse?
Seifer returned Hyperion to his side, "Now it's time for me to make a few phone calls. For your sake, let's hope that your pathetic group of friends don't mind giving up gil."
The door slammed indicating his exit and Quistis was left alone in the hotel room she was starting to hate with a passion. Fueled by her desire to be free and to live, Quistis racked her brain trying to devise an escape plan. Scanning her eyes over the interior of the room, Quistis spotted her whip resting on the desk on the opposite side of the room. With a sigh, Quistis tested her restraints. They weren't giving. What a start to a definitely long day.
Author: Kuri Tessy
Feedback: Yes, please!
Pairings: Quistis/Seifer
Rating: PG/PG-13
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: Well, here I am again. It's summer and that means that Kuri has a lot of time on her hands. There seems to be a pattern to my work...it doesn't come out for a long time. I'm sorry! I know that I'm bad with the updating! But, don't fear, there's more to come. I want to give a BIG thank you to all the reviewers and readers out there! Many hugs! You all help me, did you know that? Pat yourself on the back. If it wasn't for people's responses I'd probably get bummed out and sluggishly carry on. We can't have that! So, thank you again.
Thousand Cranes, Chapter Seven
Quistis awoke to the salty scent of ocean air barraging her senses through the room's open window. Sunlight streamed through the open curtains and washed upon her face. Quistis found herself sprawled out upon the hotel bed, her hair loose from its usual confines. A picturesque scene, except for the fact that her arms were uncomfortably pulled behind her head and her hands were tied to the rungs of the bed's headboard.
Quistis became fully awake when the pain of her hands finally registered. She gave a quick tug and found them firmly tied. Looking around the room for Seifer, or the culprit, whichever came first, Quistis found herself alone in the room.
"What in Hyne's name is going on here?" Quistis asked as she frustratingly tried to free herself. Whoever had tied the rope that bound her did it well. Squirming, Quistis attempted to pull her leg up towards her head. In her boots Quistis carried a standard issue Seed knife. For such emergencies, of course. The only problem was trying to get the knife out.
Just as Quistis was about to tug off her boots with her teeth Seifer strolled in and started to chuckle when he beheld Quistis's awkward position. Before Quistis could get her boot off any further, Seifer took hold of her leg and dug around in her boot. With a grin he pulled out the knife and tossed it in the air.
"Now Quistis, I can't have you doing that. Nice knife though. You always were the resourceful one," Seifer smirked as he pocketed the knife and watched the look of confusion and anger wash over Quistis's face.
"Seifer, what are you doing?" Quistis gritted her teeth. If this was his idea of a joke he was messing around with the wrong woman.
A sinister look fell upon Seifer's face, but quickly vanished as he studied Quistis. To Quistis's aggravation, Seifer sat upon the edge of the bed and leaned in closely to her face.
"I would have thought that you would have caught on by now, Quistis. But, maybe I always had too much faith in your abilities," Seifer admonished with a playful shrug and continued, "You see, all that I told you on the train was a lie. But don't worry, everything is about to get better."
Quistis attempted to rise up but fell back against her restraints. "You mean you kidnapped me?"
Seifer rose from the bed and turned back to her and bowed. "And the lady gets a prize! Really Quistis, would you put it past me?"
Quistis's heart sank. Seifer hadn't changed at all after the war. If anything, his sanity had lapsed back to what it was when he was under Ultimecia's spell. Quistis snapped up and saw that his green eyes were burning and his face was contorted into a malevolent smile of victory. How had she not seen this? This wasn't the Seifer she had seen last night.
At the look of Quistis's melancholy gaze, Seifer took one of Quistis's bound hands and placed a kiss upon her upturned wrist. "You always were blinded by your own fantasies of people. You know deep down who I am and what I'm capable of. You denied it back when you were my teacher and even now. That's why you failed."
Quistis closed her eyes in fury as she heard his last remark. Seifer straightened and turned to walk out the door. Before he could leave Quistis opened her eyes and spat, "I'm not the one who failed in life, Seifer!"
With a snarl Seifer spun around to face her. Before Quistis knew what happened, she was pinned to the back of the headboard and Seifer's arms were painfully clutching her hands.
Rage was apparent on Seifer's face as he growled out, "I'd watch what you say, Quisty. There's always a side of me that likes a little violence."
It wasn't the position that she was in that terrified her, Quistis decided, but it was Seifer's eyes. She had grown up with this man, but she found that looking into his eyes she didn't know him anymore. Looking back to the previous few days she didn't know why she hadn't caught his behavioral peculiarities sooner. His coverup for kidnaping her was absolutely ridiculous...so why did she believe his story on the train?
For a Seed who had been trained to deceive when necessary Seifer's lie should have been glaringly obvious to her. Quistis reprimanded herself, really it was just shameful how she got herself into this mess.
To be completely honest, Quistis wasn't quite as alarmed as she appeared to be on the outside. Sure, she had never been kidnaped before, but sooner or later Squall and her friends would realize something had happened and send a search squad. Quistis glanced up at Seifer, and almost grinned. It was a joke what he was trying to pull off.
Yes, she had complete faith in her friends. Besides, she had left a trail of where she traveled. And if that didn't work, there were always witnesses. If worse came to worse and if her friend's didn't pull through, then she would. She was Quistis Trepe, after all, and no former student of hers would keep her down.
Seifer noticed Quitis's content face and frowned. What in the world was she thinking about? And why wasn't she throwing a fit right now? Frustrated, Seifer released Quistis and straightened his back. If he couldn't catch her attention, then Hyperion would. Unsheathing the brightly polished gunblade, Seifer rose it to meet Quistis's face.
"You don't seem quite concerned enough. I don't think you understand. I kidnaped you for money, a guy does have to get by," Quistis snorted in disgust, but Seifer continued,"I realize that your precious Garden has probably already sent a searching party. But, they shouldn't bother. In just a few moments I will contact the Commander and inform him on your whereabouts. You are being held for random, my dear."
Quistis regarded him with an icy and disapproving gaze over Hyperion's sharp point, "They won't relent to you, Seifer. They know that I am expendable, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Seifer waved his hand flippantly through the air, "Right, right. You don't have to explain the whole Seed code to me. They will relent to me, especially when I explain that your life will be forfeit if they don't."
Quistis's eyes focused on Hyperion's point and then flicked back up to Seifer's face. Dammit, if only her hands weren't tied then Save the Queen would have a fun time showing who was in charge.
She wouldn't show him fear, because that's what he wanted. Seifer would have to break her first.
"You're bluffing. You couldn't kill me."
At her statement Seifer let out a biting and cruel laugh. With every shake of his shoulders, Hyperion's edge became increasingly closer to Quistis's exposed neck. Quistis grumbled in annoyance at her position.
As if he had been splashed with cold water, Seifer's entire body snapped back and his eyes focused unerringly on her again. A terrible twisted smile broke out upon his face, "Just try me. Trust me, I would enjoy every minute of it."
Quistis turned her face away from his gaze in indignation. Her mouth set in a firm line of anger. Really, could he get any worse?
Seifer returned Hyperion to his side, "Now it's time for me to make a few phone calls. For your sake, let's hope that your pathetic group of friends don't mind giving up gil."
The door slammed indicating his exit and Quistis was left alone in the hotel room she was starting to hate with a passion. Fueled by her desire to be free and to live, Quistis racked her brain trying to devise an escape plan. Scanning her eyes over the interior of the room, Quistis spotted her whip resting on the desk on the opposite side of the room. With a sigh, Quistis tested her restraints. They weren't giving. What a start to a definitely long day.