Author's note: Wow, I got eleven reviews from the last chapter!!! Perhaps I ought to kill characters more often *grins evilly* Hehhee, who will be my next victim, let's see*laughs a maniac laugh before leaving the state*

Shared Feelings
Written by Terra Trepe

Chapter 23: Anguished Souls

And the way he looked up to her, held the look of inner turmoil.

Seifer walked around slowly, keeping his gaze up on the woman sitting on the throne. She regarded her ex-knight's cold gaze with her own, her lips fixed into another wicked smile, as she recognised that look on his face.

That face couldn't be anything else but the look of a wild beast that was ready to do some hunting. And Ultimecia was ready to start playing You impudent fool Do you still have your pitiful dreams left? Her words were filled with mockery and echoes of darkness from the past and future, hissing like the slimy snake she was.

Luckily you crushed them

And there she went again, chuckling scornfully to his words.

Have you become old or has your gift of mockery left you behind Another smile of wicked contempt stained her face. That face that right now had no sign at all from the beautiful and spirited Quistis. There were only the signs of the dark and vicious phantom that possessed her. He tightened his firm grip from the handle of his Hyperion, feeling his blood quicken its speed on his veins. His knuckles became white but his tense fingers became almost red when he tried to control his anger, he was feeling toward her. I have no time for your insults, Ultimecia

She just lifted her chin, her gaze flaming up with a superior gleam. That's too bad

He stopped on his steps then, still looking up to her. The way she acted toward him, haughtily and arrogantly, made his blood boil even more. Almost in every situation, he was used to be the one in lead, and he was the arrogant bastard –the title, which from he had once been very proud of- but he knew this time it wasn't like that.

Ultimecia was the one in charge, pulling the strings in the way she wanted, using innocent persons as her puppets for evil.

He lifted his chin slightly up, answering to her taunt with his mildly stern face. What are you planning now, Ultimecia? Why did you posses Quistis? What are you getting from all this?

Then the snort of ignorance, coming from the depths of her hissing throat, gave him no answers at all. Ah, you ask too many questions for too many answers.

Just answer He threw his hands on the air and wielded the gunblade through the air with a flinch, the end of his weak nerves this time cracking up completely. Her smile became even wider when hearing those words filled with the things that made the mortals so weak and pitiful. His breathing was incredibly fast, his chest raising and falling with the deep breaths and his heart bounding against his chest like a raging mad.

She smiled wickedly, looking down to the heated up blond whose face was now completely red, unfolding the feelings that washed through his mind. But this was just what she was hoping for, the weak man now on the verge of unclear thinking, all that he was able to feel was the pain and anger, which tried to find its victim.

He looked up to her with his furious green eyes, his form standing only few steps away from her. And then when the time was finally right, Ultimecia let the words be hissed. Quistis is suffering, and you can't do anything He looked her more strongly now, tightening his hands into tight fists when he felt the first flush of anger overcoming his already anguished mind.

She pleads with the end of her strength to stop this pain, but whatever you try to do will be in vain

Seifer lifted his other hand up to his head, when he felt the pain growing inside his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to wipe the sudden sensation away from his mind He was starting to lose the grip of himself

Just once more and he wouldn't even know what he would do.

I feel her suffering and I enjoy it

That was the final drop to him. He wielded his burning eyes flamed with unstopping flame of anger up to her, when he took the speed up to his attack as he ran towards her, raising his gunblade without thinking up to his side, ready to struck her with its blade. You devil! She flinched away from the upcoming blade, and then the hit finally found its target with a striking noise, Quistis' arm bestowed with a new gush that started to bleed up.

Seifer backed up immediately with shocked expressions, when he understood what he had done. His arms were hanging on his sides lifelessly, his jaw dropped down slightly to show the frown of bewilder.

She was still smiling though, when she looked the statue like man, his face drawing the every look of horror she had ever seen on this world. She looked the cold blood, very dark and sticky liquid running down her arm to the throne, quickly forming a pool of blood under her. She placed her hand slowly down to the wound and her palm twinkled up with sinister light. Her hand slipped down, and when her arm was released from the hold, the wound that he had done to her with his fury blade was now gone.

Her dark eyes of distinguished violence, forced his eyes to lock his gaze with her. And when they locked them, he hoped to find a way to resolve this, but knew he couldn't find it by his own.

He cast his devastated look to the shining Hyperion on his shaky grip, and the blood sliding down against the blade slowly made him feel like throwing up It was her blood, her cold and lifeless blood that shed his sword with horrendous sheen of crimson He dropped the blade down as he sank down to his knees on the floor, his head dropped down to face the floor with his glassy eyes. His heart was still beating against his chest forcefully, making him feel like it was trying to slit him up.

He had tried to kill her and he hadn't even realised it Oh God, how much he despised himself right now, from trying to kill his love, his everything He buried his blond hammering head to his hands when he felt the inner turmoil eating him slowly, ripping him and stabbing his every muscle with scornful amount of pain.

What am I doing

The newborn confusion and tears whelmed up inside him, made sure that he would surely be ripped into thousands of pieces.

He was covered up with deep shadows, which crawled down his spine on this moment. He felt his mind afire with many distorted thoughts when he opened his green eyes. The floor he was looking on now, had a shadow cast on it. He slid his gaze to meet the lingering shadow of the woman and then met her eyes with his. She wasn't smiling anymore, but this time she was coldly trying to take her advantage from his weak moment of despair.

Become my knight once again This time, I promise your dreams will come true

His mind drifted away His heart stopped His breathing became shallow What was he going to do?

I'll be your knightAnd this time, I will have what is rightly my

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Author's note: Gods, I really don't know whether to let Rinoa be death or to bring her back to life *sigh* Ô_Ô What do you think I should write? Please let me know your opinions about that Thanks