SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly.
A soul damned to be cursed,
his past stored and replayed,
inside the recesses of his psyche,
he feels the pain, everyday yet tells others
no, I'm fine, don't mind.
Accepting of his fate he bares this pain.
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Dinner passed by quickly for the two of them as they talked about how good the food was and what a beautiful night it was. It was banter, and they couldn't bring themselves to talk about anything important, afraid that it will ruin the atmosphere they have created. They eat in silence and in gazes and Seifer watched her attentively, his mind somewhat lost in thought. Quistis herself had drifted off into thought.
They hadn't kissed more than that one time before dinner, and Seifer would stare at her lips and wish to take her away and have her for desert. He shook those thoughts from his head when the waiter left him the check. The evening closing now, he paid and with a bit of resistance from Quistis who insisted she pay for her meal. Seifer wouldn't have it, and before she could grab the check from his hands he grabbed her hand and paid for the check. They left the restaurant, Seifer let his lips spread slightly into a small grin, while Quistis smiled cute widely, unable to keep herself from doing otherwise.
The night had gotten old; they had dinner at nine, and left at ten forty five. They had reached the district their hotel was in by one o'clock and then experienced the difference of the city at night. Cars zoomed by and mobs of people walked around through the city to get to one club or another. Seifer watched Quistis out of the corner of her eye; she had an expression he had never seen on her before.
"What's a matter?" he asked her.
"Nothing." she said, her voice betrayed her surety.
"Really? Come on. What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Garden, I don't know....I have a feeling I will end up leaving them behind." she admitted as she looked up into the night. Some stars shined through the lights of the city, the blue glow of the street reflected off their clothes and Seifer looked towards it for answers.
He gripped her hand reassuringly and brought it to his lips, kissing her index knuckle. She watched him do it, and sighed inwardly. She had a hard time being normal around him when he was someone that just wanted to be a friend, what the hell was she going to do now? Quistis was strong yes, but Seifer was like toast and she was the butter that melted in its warmth. They walked into the hotel, tired from having to go to the rental shop and then walk a few districts to their hotel.
Quietly in thought, they waited for the elevator that would take them to their rooms. Their thoughts trailing after what the doctor had said about the baby's health. They both knew this was an important issue, yet they didn't know how to begin to deal with it. Quistis had her gut feelings and Seifer had his impulsive behavior. Seifer also thought about their situation, altogether; while Quistis was worried about the doctor she would have to see.
"What if Odine tries to experiment on my baby?" she tells him quietly as they wait for the elevator. Seifer turns to her, his head turning fast as he tries to answer.
"I'll kill him." he promised to her, he tone secure and serious; the sound made Quistis smile, squeezing his hand thankfully as they entered.
"Still, what if something happens to it?" she asked once inside. Her mind flooded with doubts.
"What if there is something wrong with it Seifer?"
"What if its not...what if....it dies?" she asks him, whispering her voice shaky and unsteady.
"Quistis. I'm sure its fine. Don't worry so much, and you heard what the doctor said. Its healthy." he told, yet even in his head he had doubts. But Quistis seemed to have a harder time trying to deal with it; just the thought disturbed her greatly. He would have to have a word with Odine, to be sure he thought as he hugged her. They exited the elevator together, his arm around her waist and her arm around his. She had become so silent so fast that it bothered Seifer.
They walked a little bit and then she broke into a run to her room, alarmed Seifer followed and entered the bathroom realized she had to throw up; he rubbed her back and held up her hair. Quistis' eyes were watery and she brushed her teeth quickly. Hating the flavor of the bile substance in her mouth and throat, she scrubbed her tongue.
"Do you have to brush your teeth every time you throw up?" he asked as she did so.
"Yes! Its disgusting Seif..." she trailed off as she stuck the toothbrush in one more time.
He waited for her to finish and then pulled her into his arms, her eyes glazed with tears, eyes red. Seifer kissed both eyes clean of tears; she smiled affectionately at his gestures and then walked him to his room. It was a very short walk; Seifer kissed her deeply and ran his tongue over her mouth, savoring the feel before parting.
"Goodnight Seifer." she said softly, her eyes still closed as she found her door knob, Seifer grinned at her reaction.
"Ideal dreams Quis." he murmured to her ear before slipping inside his room.
Quistis shut the door and squealed in delight, she had always loved Seifer, but now she believed that she was absolutely fascinated and entranced by him. He made her skin crawl and eyes roll to the back of their sockets. Her heart beat was slower than her mind and her heart raced, she grinned madly as she went to the bathroom to wash her face, her mouth had been washed after the puking, so she had no reason to destroy the taste he left her with.
Seifer's reaction was a little better than hers, but only because he didn't squeal, smiling slyly at her last reaction, Seifer shed his clothes and went into the bathroom, his teeth washed and then face. Emerging from the said room with his boxers on he sprawled himself out on his bed and thought about the evening and the baby and on Quistis; though not in that precise order. His stomach moved up and down steadily with his lungs and he felt peace settle in and drifted off into sleep.
Quistis had the unfortunate luck of not being able to fall asleep around three in the morning; she awoke from her restless sleep and found she couldn't get back into bed. Sighing she went to turn on the TV and as she was nearing the TV she heard the strangest noises from the room Seifer was in. Quistis was a curious being, like most anyone is, had turned her head to the side in observation when she heard muffled cries or laughter, she couldn't tell.
With her ear against the thin walls she observed quietly for sounds. She brought her head back as she heard a loud scream, it tore through the throat dryly and unwillingly, not knowing what to do she listened a bit more, the cries and screams continued, though distant and almost unheard she was unsettled with them.
She backed away and with no idea of what was going on started pounding on the wall she had her ear against. Seifer's nightmare continued to seize control of him, rendering him unconscious to her pounding. Quistis got worried, extremely so that she started to think something was happening to him. She used one of her smaller blue magic abilities and degenerated the door that connected his room to hers. (Ya know how some hotels have connecting doors, from one room to the other. It's that door)
"Seifer..." she called cautiously as she looked around, everything seemed normal.
She turned to his bed to find him tangled in the sheets, the drapes on the window emitting a blueish grayish pale glow in the room. She frowned, biting her lip; she walked closer and inspected his face, tears streaked his cheeks, dried tears stuck to his eyelashes. His face held a look of horror, Quistis thought he looked like a scared child, sprawled out with his eyes clenched and fists curled around the sheets. Only he was older and handsomer, his features stood out even in the dark.
"Seifer..." she sighed pained by seeing him so badly anguished, she kneed on his bed and started shaking him awake.
She heard him mumbling, screaming, crying out, and she had never seen such a scene; in all her life, the look on his face was more terrified than that of any face she had ever seen awake. Her heart cried out to him as his tears slipped through his eyes, and wetted the mattress.
Sweat had become a second layer to his skin. She tried one last time to shake him out of it but he wouldn't come out of it. She sighed and tried harder this time, her voice yelled over his cries and she shook him harder than his jerking movements that came as reflexes from his nightmare.
Seifer's dream or nightmare became more vivid then, his imagination taking control of what was happening and he moved wildly against the holds of the monster that was Ultimacia, the words she threw at him scarred his soul and damaged his mind, his eyes stung with tears and his heart ached to get away. The violent jerks of her claws as they swiped at his skin tore up his insides.
He cried out, in pain, for mercy, for release, for hyne, for Quistis, he cried, afraid this would never end, the nightmares with Ultimacia were the worst, and those terrified him to no end. They were the most vivid and the most hellish of them all, her eyes a pitch black and claws that ripped at his skin and he bleed crimson so red that the color you would swear was glowing.
"Seifer please! Wake up Damnit." she screamed above his cries. She held his arms with her limbs and felt his legs fly up to get away. She stood perched above his shaking form, tears threatened to spill from her eyes, her arms holding his as she yelled over him.
Determined more than ever she tried a different approach; waiting until Seifer was settled down, even for a few minutes. Ultimacia gripped his throat and talked about his worthless life, and he duty to her. Seifer paralyzed under this hold stood still waiting for the end. Quistis released her grip and placed both hands on his; she held his hands and brought her face to his. Tears streamed now, as he imagined the words Ultimacia would say; Quistis herself felt some of her own tears mix onto his cheek. She whispered reassuring words to him, and as she did so she kissed him.
"Seifer...this is Quistis. I love you" she whispered into his ear before kissing his jaw line, Seifer struggled under her loose hold, but she was strong and held on. Moving to kiss his eyes she spoke more words to him. Her loose hair surrounded both of their faces in a safety net of golden tresses.
"Wake up, it's just a dream. Nothing can hurt you." she whispered as she squeezed his hands with each word, the tears streamed and sweat had started to cling to her arms; she didn't care.
"Seifer..." she whispered scarcely before pressing her lips to his, at first and then for sometime she didn't get a response, then the tears stopped. Seifer awoke to taste the essence of Quistis' words, he felt her nose rub with his as they kissed and he smiled lightly as he rubbed his lower lip with hers. His hands closed around hers and he cried out of fright and relief, out of shame and out of gratitude. Quistis stopped and looked at him, he hugged her tight, and his bare form curved and moved to fit with hers, his long hair was matted to his skin and it looked like he had taken a bath. She listened to his crying, silent, Quistis felt his heartbeat, and the pace was faster than that of a marathon runner.
Quistis' mouth was devoured then, by Seifer' his tongue, it danced with hers, it wasn't rushed. Such things aren't rushed, but experienced and enjoyed, the texture of her tongue rubbing with his. The taste of sweat and tears and fear mingled into one alien flavor. Quistis smiled at him when they broke apart for air, his sweaty limbs and tear streaked face only made Quistis want him more.
The thought of him made her muscles jelly and eyes fall back, Quistis lay down next to him and let him hold her as he relaxed and quieted. She felt him sigh into her hair, and noticed that when he kissed her ear and jaw line and lower lip; he did is as if it were just a habit to pick up. This made Quistis smile, she lifted his hand, the one she had been holding and kissed his knuckles, feeling the lines and traced her fingers against his larger palm and felt for the different lines.
"Seifer your bed is damp and your sheets are sweaty." She told him as she examined them.
"Yeah I know. I've gotten used to it." He spoke before kissing her lips once more, she pulled away at first she was going to ask about his nightmares, and he referred to them as usual occurrences, but then decided that he must have been tired and cold.
"Come on." she whispered as she pulled his arm out of bed, the rest of him following obligated by nature. Quistis pulled him into her covers, his body had dried and he was cold because of the sweat and air. Quistis wrapped her arms around his waist and he wrapped the blankets around the two of them, his arms around her form.
Alright I got another one out; it's been like four or five chapters in a row. Wow that's a first. Anyway. Hope you enjoy this chapter like you have the others. Oh and I have no clue when chapters are going to be up, they just will be. But I've noticed that encouragement helps me get on my way. Hint* and thanks for all readers and reviewers. Always appreciated. ^ ^ to boggart ( ) thanks for the review and glad your back, hope you enjoy. And to thugstra I'm so glad you think so, that was the point. But it gets.well I'm not telling. So glad you reviewed, they make my day those reviews. Anyway, keep reading; my typing fever has not stopped yet! And yes wasn't it just a sweet thing, I'm so glad it came out so sweet. Thanks. ^ ^