Disclaimer: I own nothing that is from square, scenes of violence are in this chapter. Sorry it took so long to get out. Please read and review . . . its very much appreciated. All reviewers and readers thanks for all, and to all a thanks. ^ ^. SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1
-Chapter 2.-
Quistis saw the city as the train neared the station, the light of the city made her feel better for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that she was back to the real world, or back to her reality. The scenery passed quietly and quickly, the conductors voice sounded excessively loud to her ears, making her wince; the quietness from the ride had been stripped. Sighing she gathered all her stuff and exited the cabin, the people were piled and stacked one after the other. Quistis didn't even have to move, the people around her seemed to move her for her. After the discomfort of getting off the train, she left the train station and went to find a hotel.
"Hello, would you like to rent a room for the night? Its hundred gil a night." the receptionist informed Quistis, Galbadia wasn't crowded but had a few groups of people filling the hallways, scattered and spread about as they talked.
"Yes, please." she said, the receptionist handed her a key and took the money Quistis fished out.
"Room four hundred and seventy two." the woman at the front desk informed her before turning to another costumer.
Turning to were the elevator was she saw the masses of people trying to fit into that little elevator and sighed, knowing that she would have to take the stairs. The stairs' walls were gray and colorless, the little sign at the top said first floor, this is ridiculous they should have more elevators, she thought. Those people really have no common sense, trying to fit into that little space all at once! Purely stupid if one were to ask me! she thought to herself as she rounded the door to the second stairs.
Switching hands on suitcases, she read the sign that said third floor and continued up the small stairway, I can't believe I had sex...she thought distracted as she opened the door to the fourth floor. The hallway stretched a bit and had nice carpeting with beige and red walls and little lamp tables on every few suites, with chairs on different corners and places.
Her room was just eight rooms to the stairs. She slid the keycard in she budged her way in and threw the keycard on the table next the bathroom; which was a few feet from the door on the left. The bed was in the middle of the room, with a small table near a window that had two chairs and a armchair by the TV on the other side of the room.
After she dropped the bags on the floor by the TV, she dragged the designer covers off the bed and covered her self with the white sheets; falling asleep instantly. After her dream on the train, she hadn't been able to get any sleep. She had discovered it was a very long trip to make from the little town to Deling. Last thought she had was; whom did I have it with? With that question floating in her mind, she let consciousness slip.
The hospital was quiet at this time of night; the plain white walls supplied a quiet atmosphere to the sick. The halls ware empty and brightly lit, the nurses' station dimly lit as the last nurse that was on the graveyard shift finished her rounds. Last patient she had to check on was the one brought in just recently by the local angler. Terrible site it was; both covered in blood and the poor guy had been mightily pale, she thought as she wrote down his status. Walking back to her desk, her brown eyes scanned the clipboard as she went.
She went to her desk and filled out the report on Mr. Halpersy. Let's see here, she said to herself as she looked at the file before her, six, two, male, blood type O, birthday? A/n, age? A/n, status: loss of blood, severe cuts to torso area, anemia. There now I can finally go home, she thought as she saved the data and turned off the computer before getting up and getting ready to leave. The man that had brought in the injured was asleep on one of the chairs in the patients room, the nurse tutted and pulled her black hair back as she exited the hospital she thought about how unfortunate the man must have been to go through that.
Danny opened the door the hospital room, after his fist night at the hospital he figured that the memory of his late wife was still affecting him, the hospital reminded him too much of all the pain she went through before she went away. He had gotten a call a few days after that his friend was finally waking up; relieved he went to the hospital and was now opening the door to the room he was in.
"Hey, man how are ya holding up?" he asked, to him he looked battered and beaten; like if he was assaulted by a mob.
"I'm not too happy, bu-. ." he replied before breaking into coughs, Danny winced at the sound of his voice.
"I'm doing better; I should be outta here in a few days. Its bullshit-.." he said, coughing had started again and he couldn't finish his statement.
"What's bullshit about that?" Danny asked, his blonde friend.
"I'm fine. I don't need to be in here for so fucking long man." he stated, stubbornly.
"Seifer, what were-. ." he started.
"I don't want to talk about it!" he snapped anger filled his voice as the letters' words ran through his veins, the feeling trying to affect him. He ignored it and focused on Danny and the conversation
"I'll tell you when and if I can. Just drop it okay?" he said sourly, his face was radiating with anger but beneath that bravado he was silently begging the subject to be tossed for now. Danny sighed and decided to talk about something else. Raking his brain for a subject, he sat down in a chair and looked at his friend.
"Your room's completely demolished." he told him.
"Yeah, I know." he said. His tone held no attitude; the words flew from him anticipating the statement.
"The pipes eventually broke and flooded the place, but then something in the electrical circuits broke and started a fire. Everything's burned to the ground, it happened so sudden no one could stop it." he told him quietly. Seifer's eyes widen for a second before going back to his tried look.
"Fuck! Are you serious?" he said after a thought.
"Sorry, there's nothing left." he told him. Danny thought and gave a possible solution a thought.
"hey Seifer what about you take my place?" he asked, after all I am leaving, I was going to rent it out, but I could give it to him. Maybe it could give him something to look forward to, he thought.
"What? I can't take your place." he told him. What the hell am I saying? I'm broke and homeless.
Plus he lives there, it is burnt . . . everything I worked for. All that I had is gone, he thought.
"No, I'm leaving. Going to move back to F.H, I got offered a position there. I got nothing much here for me anymore. I want to get away from this all, if ya know what I mean." and Seifer did, he knew exactly what he was saying.
"Danny, I really appreciate this man." he told him after a long pause.
"Hey don't worry. How you feeling?" he asked switching subjects.
"Dan, I feel like I was slashed across the chest and drained of everything I got." he told him.
"Wait a minute. Isn't that what happened?" he asked wittily.
"Damned if you think you'd get answers from me." he replied before, the doctor came in and Danny had to leave. The doctor checked on Seifer and told him his current condition. After running some test on him, he left Seifer to himself.
Seifer's point of view-
The room was dark with a blue tint that reminds me of garden early in the morning. The quietness was disturbing and the whiteness of it all was pissing me off. Nothing worked out as it was supposed to; I can't even kill myself successfully . . . that is really depressing; to fail at something so simple.
The bar burnt down, I will go broke, the insurance money can only cover me for so long. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, I'm stronger than that. . Apparently, I thought I was. To be reduced the way I was, because of what? A letter a night. Because of one woman, how sad that I can't let that go! Quistis doesn't feel, the sound of it disturbs me but brings peace at the same time, I don't like the way it makes me react though. I can still feel it, when Hyperion cut through me.
The blade was fine and the shimmer of it was never lost, I mostly thought I should just try it. The hell was I thinking! I been through shit before, in fact literally dragged in my own made hell. Sure I deserved it, I killed thousands of thousands but I've been so dazed all these months and then she came . . . made everything so clear. The pain sung through my veins, the words only fueling the flow as I lay awake and wondered about her. If she felt, if she loved . . . she probably loved once. The nurse came in and told me to get some sleep. The hell with that, she did something to my I.v and I was left alone. The room grew large and I seemed to focus on the ceiling, the lights dimmed. I felt myself fall into the memories of my most recent mistakes. Every image told me that I wasn't rightful in my choice, every image rebukes me.
Normal p.O.v -
The room was in shreds and the walls exposed, the furniture was no more furniture as Seifer was unstrained. Slowing standing, he left the gun blade's offer alone for the moment, was life so bad he mused as he crossed the room and looked at the day out through the window. The sun was shining and there were two birds on a tree outside. They were sitting quietly watching the world at its sidelines. Seifer thought that the day mocked his turmoil, cursing at the day he moved towards his trusting old gunblade and lifted it to his eye level. It reflected his striking green eyes, he saw then, all the eyes that stared back at him: Matron's, the gardens' students, the people he killed, the soldiers he led, the children he passed. Then he saw the lone lion, the princess that was always at his side, the cowboy and the yellow energy ball that was the messenger girl and the chicken wuss, he saw the teacher in her eyes, he saw the heart that wasn't there, he saw everything she was and everything she meant to him.
He saw a regal queen in all her glory, it was the last thing he saw before he remembered the letter and blind rage and pain overtook him and his hands. The blade slashed at his shirt and chest, the already present scars reopened the blood escaped him. Running down his palms, as the blade cut his hands as well, the cuts were deep and he wasn't really thinking of how to go about it, just so long as he did it while he had the nerve.
The shirt clung to some curves of his torso and his chest had bloodlines running down it looking like veins outside his skin; even through the worst, he was still prideful as he ripped away at himself, for what had happened. If one would have asked if it hurt he would have told them that the pain from physical wounds didn't reach him because the pain in his chest was already clouding and too overwhelming to his senses to allow or even let the physical pain reach him.
Everything had happened so fast, Seifer was confused as to when Danny had gotten to him. When he had collapsed from the loss of blood and emotional exhaustion? Since he focused on her as he blindly led his fate with his hands, which were shaking uncontrollably along with the blade in his hands. He remembered one of those days at the garden as they trained when they were still in the same class; not knowing when he had blacked out the dream memory flooded the reality of whatever had happened to him after Danny had gotten there.
He remembered seeing Quistis and him sparring, her with her magic and his Hyperion as the whip wrapped around the blades tip and released a second later. He remembered her triumphant smirk in her younger days when she won a session. The constant study session she made him go to and her forcefulness when she had a test, and wanted him to feed her questions until she knew everyone by heart. Seifer recalled that she had no problem with it and the study time was so short because she would have answered them all right after the first time sometimes it was only about thirty minutes long those study sessions. The fight they had after the seed ball about her instructors' license, and then the years of constant bitterness and spite between them.
The next morning in the hospital Seifer woke up even more frustrated than before. His patience was wearing thin as the nurse hummed the Cactuar song for the eighth time, it wouldn't have been so bad if the song is hummed right. That wasn't the worst part though; she had decided to start over every time that she messed it up and the song was a few pages long on paper and about seven minutes when played. Seifer would later recall that the nurse had very bad memory and that each song had taken her fifteen more minutes than it would have taken a person to speed read the lyrics to a deaf person. He was staring ahead, praying for the first time for patience just so he didn't kill her, or maybe if I staple her mouth shut, he thought.
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its not always so angst, but I had to make this happen to him, r & r and make everything better.