Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Final Fantasy VIII.
The only thing I own is the plot line for this story.
Author's Note: I originally wrote this as a present for my cousin since she's a huge Irvine x Quistis fan (I'm more of a Seifer X Quistis girl myself.). Anyway, I started writing it, not knowing how it was going to turn out, and I was quite pleased with the finished result. This is only the first part of course. The second part will be up soon.
Rating: PG-13 for mild language and sexual innuendo.
She didn't know where the rodent came from, but that didn't matter. What mattered now was that the thing was scampering about her room, and they had to get rid of it. Quistis stood on her bed, slightly panicked, and looking around the floor for it, while Irvine tried to coax the rat out from under her bed.
Somehow, this had to be Irvine's fault. The whole thing started when he came to her dorm room.
Quistis had been in her room all day trying to form a letter to the Garden administration as to why they should allow her to get her Instructor's license back. What started out as a letter, soon evolved into an essay, which Quistis found herself writing. She'd unknowingly skipped breakfast and lunch and would probably miss dinner soon too, but she didn't seem to notice. All of her attention had to go into this letter/essay. She couldn't be bothered right now, which is why she ignored the knock on her dorm room door. The caller must have thought of her silence as an invitation, because he sauntered right in and flopped lazily on her bed.
"Man, what a day. Like, who knew SeeD trainin' was gonna be so hard," Irvine said, tipping his hat over his eyes. Quistis ignored him further (hoping that he'd go away) and re-read the last paragraph she'd typed. Irvine either didn't notice or didn't care (probably the latter) and he turned over to face her, his hat falling off his head, while he spoke again, "I could really use a good full body massage ta, ya know, get all relaxed again. I ache all over."
Quistis sighed heavily, realizing that she could not get rid of him by ignoring him. For a moment, she was very tempted to take him up on his offer (only to get rid of him of course...), but she decided to be direct.
"Irvine, I'm really busy right now. Can't you go bother Selphie instead?"
He pouted playfully and said, "But, you're the one who's really turnin' me on right now," before grinning widely and shoving his hat back on his head. Quistis gave him a look of disgust before turning back to the computer screen. Irvine, not to be disregarded, got off the bed and stood behind her.
"What are ya doin'?" he asked.
"Writing a letter," Quistis replied dully.
"A love letter?"
"No."
"For me?"
"No."
There was silence broken only by the sound of Quistis typing quickly on the keyboard. Irvine couldn't think of anything to say and Quistis didn't help him. He leaned on her desk beside Quistis. Her eyes flickered quickly towards him quickly before settling again on the computer screen. Irvine took it as his invitation to start up a conversation again.
"Where are ya goin' for dinner? How 'bout-"
"Irvine, please! I'm trying to work," Quistis snapped, cutting the teen off quickly. Irvine looked slightly dejected, but Quistis continued without noticing.
"Okay. I'll see ya later then," he said seriously and left silently taking his wounded ego with him.
Quistis sighed when the door clicked shut and looked at it remorsefully. She actually liked Irvine's company and secretly found his advances flattering. But, she had work to do and couldn't be disturbed to play around.
I never have time to play around, she thought pensively. The feel of fur running across her bare foot cut off her thoughts. Gasping, she pulled back from the desk to look down into the dimwitted eyes of a very large, very disgusting black rat. Quistis' gasp turned into a scream and she deserted the desk to hop up onto her bed, in complete and utter terror. The rat, startled by her scream, scurried further under her desk.
Before she could think of what to do next, the door to Quistis' room flew open and Irvine stood, slightly agitated, and looked around.
"What happened?" he asked, slightly louder than normal.
"Must you always barge in here?" Quistis asked angrily embarrassed at her melodramatic and stereotypical reaction of the rodent that was now cowering a few feet away from her.
"What's wrong?" Irvine asked again, this time, angrily. His concern calmed Quistis for a moment and she relaxed slightly.
"There's a rat in my room."
"A rat?" Irvine repeated.
"Yes."
"Where is it?" he asked cautiously. Irvine looked around the floor slowly and started to back out of the room.
"It's under the desk. Can you get it out?" Quistis asked quickly. He wasn't just going to leave her here with it, was he?
Irvine sighed, but there wasn't any way he could leave a lady in distress. He told Quistis this and she stood straighter, her pride finally taking over once she realized she was becoming a helpless victim.
"Are you going to get it out of here or make fun of me?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and turning up her nose. Irvine smiled and shrugged off his tan duster.
"Of course I'll help," he said. He headed over to the desk, holding his jacket in front of him like a net. Glancing under the desk, he could see nothing but blackness. He kicked the desk to scare the rat into moving so he could see it. It ran towards Irvine, who let out a strangled cry and leaped out of the way only to bang his hip against the side of the desk. The rat be-lined for the bed sending hysterics out of Quistis. Irvine motioned for her to calm down.
"Where is it?" she whispered. Irvine pointed under the bed, holding his hip. Quistis looked down at the floor trying to see if it had come out. It was still under there. Irvine limped over to the bed, seeing if he could coax the rat out. He called to it, made some noises, but the rodent didn't want to move. He sighed and moved to the front of the bed and kicked it hard again. Quistis was knocked off her feet and landed hard on the mattress. The rat bolted out again, but Irvine was ready for it. He threw his duster over it and brought up his foot above the lump under his jacket. Quistis screamed sharply as he started to bring his foot down.
"Don't kill it!" she cried.
Surprised by Quistis' scream, Irvine was knocked slightly off balance resulting in his boot narrowly missing the terrified creature.
"What?" he asked the blonde, slightly perplexed. First she wanted the thing gotten rid of and now she wanted to save it? That was a woman for you. Just when Irvine thought he'd had them all figured out, one like her came along.
"Don't kill it," Quistis said again, this time more calmly, as she gingerly stepped off the bed (although still avoiding the small lump under Irvine's jacket). Irvine stared at her dumbfounded.
"I thought ya wanted me ta get rid of the rat?"
"Get rid of, yes, but not kill it," Quistis replied, this time a little sharply.
"Well, like, what am I supposed ta do with it?"
"Well," Quistis started, watching the rat under the coat, "You could set it free outside."
"It'll just prob'ly get killed by a bite bug or somethin'," Irvine argued.
"But at least it'll be out of the building and, more importantly, my room," she shot back.
"How am I supposed ta get it outside?"
"Pick it up," Quistis said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not pickin' it up!" Irvine's eyes widened and he stepped back slightly.
"Irvine, it's just a rat. I'm sure that Ultimecia was a lot worse," Quistis replied. She raised an eyebrow slightly, hoping that her "Instructor Look" will get his ass in gear.
"Then why don't you set it free."
"You're the one who said you'd help me!"
"But I'm not the one that wants ta take it outside."
"Irvine-" Quistis started to argue, but stopped. While they were talking, the rat had found it's way out from under Irvine's coat and was running towards the open door. Quistis gasped sharply, drawing closer to Irvine (much to his delight) while the rodent ran out the open door and disappeared down the hall. Quistis sighed heavily.
"Now we're going to have to go after it," she said simply.
" 'We'? 'After it'? I didn't think that gettin' rid of a rat was going ta be this involved."
"Irvine, we can't have the thing running around the building," she said logically as she started looking through her drawers for something. Irvine thought he saw a glimpse of a pink bra, but his mind quickly snapped back to reality once the drawer closed.
"I thought ya, like, wanted the thing killed and now we have ta go set it free? And search for it?"
"I never wanted it killed," Quistis said as she pulled a flashlight out from her desk drawer, "Like I said, I just wanted it out of my room."
Irvine sighed, somewhat happily, and shook his head, "You're the same, ya know. I remember at the orphanage that you would never let Matron kill the spiders in the bathtub 'cause you felt sorry for 'em, even though you were deathly afraid of 'em."
Quistis stopped what she was doing and gave him a skeptical look. "You can't possibly remember that. Not since you've been using GFs for the past year and a half. Besides, I was never afraid of spiders. Just rats."
Irvine smiled sadly at her turned back as Quistis tested the two flashlights she'd found. They both let out a somewhat bright, yellow beam of light. She turned back to Irvine and tossed him a flashlight. He caught it easily.
"Let's go."
Author's Note: I originally wrote this as a present for my cousin since she's a huge Irvine x Quistis fan (I'm more of a Seifer X Quistis girl myself.). Anyway, I started writing it, not knowing how it was going to turn out, and I was quite pleased with the finished result. This is only the first part of course. The second part will be up soon.
Rating: PG-13 for mild language and sexual innuendo.
She didn't know where the rodent came from, but that didn't matter. What mattered now was that the thing was scampering about her room, and they had to get rid of it. Quistis stood on her bed, slightly panicked, and looking around the floor for it, while Irvine tried to coax the rat out from under her bed.
Somehow, this had to be Irvine's fault. The whole thing started when he came to her dorm room.
Quistis had been in her room all day trying to form a letter to the Garden administration as to why they should allow her to get her Instructor's license back. What started out as a letter, soon evolved into an essay, which Quistis found herself writing. She'd unknowingly skipped breakfast and lunch and would probably miss dinner soon too, but she didn't seem to notice. All of her attention had to go into this letter/essay. She couldn't be bothered right now, which is why she ignored the knock on her dorm room door. The caller must have thought of her silence as an invitation, because he sauntered right in and flopped lazily on her bed.
"Man, what a day. Like, who knew SeeD trainin' was gonna be so hard," Irvine said, tipping his hat over his eyes. Quistis ignored him further (hoping that he'd go away) and re-read the last paragraph she'd typed. Irvine either didn't notice or didn't care (probably the latter) and he turned over to face her, his hat falling off his head, while he spoke again, "I could really use a good full body massage ta, ya know, get all relaxed again. I ache all over."
Quistis sighed heavily, realizing that she could not get rid of him by ignoring him. For a moment, she was very tempted to take him up on his offer (only to get rid of him of course...), but she decided to be direct.
"Irvine, I'm really busy right now. Can't you go bother Selphie instead?"
He pouted playfully and said, "But, you're the one who's really turnin' me on right now," before grinning widely and shoving his hat back on his head. Quistis gave him a look of disgust before turning back to the computer screen. Irvine, not to be disregarded, got off the bed and stood behind her.
"What are ya doin'?" he asked.
"Writing a letter," Quistis replied dully.
"A love letter?"
"No."
"For me?"
"No."
There was silence broken only by the sound of Quistis typing quickly on the keyboard. Irvine couldn't think of anything to say and Quistis didn't help him. He leaned on her desk beside Quistis. Her eyes flickered quickly towards him quickly before settling again on the computer screen. Irvine took it as his invitation to start up a conversation again.
"Where are ya goin' for dinner? How 'bout-"
"Irvine, please! I'm trying to work," Quistis snapped, cutting the teen off quickly. Irvine looked slightly dejected, but Quistis continued without noticing.
"Okay. I'll see ya later then," he said seriously and left silently taking his wounded ego with him.
Quistis sighed when the door clicked shut and looked at it remorsefully. She actually liked Irvine's company and secretly found his advances flattering. But, she had work to do and couldn't be disturbed to play around.
I never have time to play around, she thought pensively. The feel of fur running across her bare foot cut off her thoughts. Gasping, she pulled back from the desk to look down into the dimwitted eyes of a very large, very disgusting black rat. Quistis' gasp turned into a scream and she deserted the desk to hop up onto her bed, in complete and utter terror. The rat, startled by her scream, scurried further under her desk.
Before she could think of what to do next, the door to Quistis' room flew open and Irvine stood, slightly agitated, and looked around.
"What happened?" he asked, slightly louder than normal.
"Must you always barge in here?" Quistis asked angrily embarrassed at her melodramatic and stereotypical reaction of the rodent that was now cowering a few feet away from her.
"What's wrong?" Irvine asked again, this time, angrily. His concern calmed Quistis for a moment and she relaxed slightly.
"There's a rat in my room."
"A rat?" Irvine repeated.
"Yes."
"Where is it?" he asked cautiously. Irvine looked around the floor slowly and started to back out of the room.
"It's under the desk. Can you get it out?" Quistis asked quickly. He wasn't just going to leave her here with it, was he?
Irvine sighed, but there wasn't any way he could leave a lady in distress. He told Quistis this and she stood straighter, her pride finally taking over once she realized she was becoming a helpless victim.
"Are you going to get it out of here or make fun of me?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and turning up her nose. Irvine smiled and shrugged off his tan duster.
"Of course I'll help," he said. He headed over to the desk, holding his jacket in front of him like a net. Glancing under the desk, he could see nothing but blackness. He kicked the desk to scare the rat into moving so he could see it. It ran towards Irvine, who let out a strangled cry and leaped out of the way only to bang his hip against the side of the desk. The rat be-lined for the bed sending hysterics out of Quistis. Irvine motioned for her to calm down.
"Where is it?" she whispered. Irvine pointed under the bed, holding his hip. Quistis looked down at the floor trying to see if it had come out. It was still under there. Irvine limped over to the bed, seeing if he could coax the rat out. He called to it, made some noises, but the rodent didn't want to move. He sighed and moved to the front of the bed and kicked it hard again. Quistis was knocked off her feet and landed hard on the mattress. The rat bolted out again, but Irvine was ready for it. He threw his duster over it and brought up his foot above the lump under his jacket. Quistis screamed sharply as he started to bring his foot down.
"Don't kill it!" she cried.
Surprised by Quistis' scream, Irvine was knocked slightly off balance resulting in his boot narrowly missing the terrified creature.
"What?" he asked the blonde, slightly perplexed. First she wanted the thing gotten rid of and now she wanted to save it? That was a woman for you. Just when Irvine thought he'd had them all figured out, one like her came along.
"Don't kill it," Quistis said again, this time more calmly, as she gingerly stepped off the bed (although still avoiding the small lump under Irvine's jacket). Irvine stared at her dumbfounded.
"I thought ya wanted me ta get rid of the rat?"
"Get rid of, yes, but not kill it," Quistis replied, this time a little sharply.
"Well, like, what am I supposed ta do with it?"
"Well," Quistis started, watching the rat under the coat, "You could set it free outside."
"It'll just prob'ly get killed by a bite bug or somethin'," Irvine argued.
"But at least it'll be out of the building and, more importantly, my room," she shot back.
"How am I supposed ta get it outside?"
"Pick it up," Quistis said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not pickin' it up!" Irvine's eyes widened and he stepped back slightly.
"Irvine, it's just a rat. I'm sure that Ultimecia was a lot worse," Quistis replied. She raised an eyebrow slightly, hoping that her "Instructor Look" will get his ass in gear.
"Then why don't you set it free."
"You're the one who said you'd help me!"
"But I'm not the one that wants ta take it outside."
"Irvine-" Quistis started to argue, but stopped. While they were talking, the rat had found it's way out from under Irvine's coat and was running towards the open door. Quistis gasped sharply, drawing closer to Irvine (much to his delight) while the rodent ran out the open door and disappeared down the hall. Quistis sighed heavily.
"Now we're going to have to go after it," she said simply.
" 'We'? 'After it'? I didn't think that gettin' rid of a rat was going ta be this involved."
"Irvine, we can't have the thing running around the building," she said logically as she started looking through her drawers for something. Irvine thought he saw a glimpse of a pink bra, but his mind quickly snapped back to reality once the drawer closed.
"I thought ya, like, wanted the thing killed and now we have ta go set it free? And search for it?"
"I never wanted it killed," Quistis said as she pulled a flashlight out from her desk drawer, "Like I said, I just wanted it out of my room."
Irvine sighed, somewhat happily, and shook his head, "You're the same, ya know. I remember at the orphanage that you would never let Matron kill the spiders in the bathtub 'cause you felt sorry for 'em, even though you were deathly afraid of 'em."
Quistis stopped what she was doing and gave him a skeptical look. "You can't possibly remember that. Not since you've been using GFs for the past year and a half. Besides, I was never afraid of spiders. Just rats."
Irvine smiled sadly at her turned back as Quistis tested the two flashlights she'd found. They both let out a somewhat bright, yellow beam of light. She turned back to Irvine and tossed him a flashlight. He caught it easily.
"Let's go."