Silent Screams
A/N: Wahoo! Chapter Two! Thank you everyone that reviewed. I checked my email this morning and saw the bot@fanfiction.net and I was like, "Wow! People already reviewed?" So, thank you again! BTW: This chapter is mostly dialogue; sorry for those who like descriptions.
Also...Squall will make an appearance next chapter!
~Chapter Two~
Quistis rolled around in the bed, her blonde hair damp with salt water. She slowly opened her eyes, reveling in a world unknown to her. She brought up her hand, rubbing her eye softly. She pulled it away, staring at the make up on her finger. She silently moaned out, "Am I dead?"
"So, that's why you were floating in the middle of the ocean," a familiar voice called out. She sat up, holding her head at the rush. "Whoa, relax, Quistis."
She turned towards the voice, seeing a familiar face with green eyes and blonde hair. "Seifer?" she said out loud in a ponderous voice.
He nodded and stood up, reaching for a bowl of broth. "It's not much, but you've been in the water for a long time." He handed her the bowl and she took it carefully. He turned back around, patting the dog on his head. "You've been out for a couple days now."
She blinked softly and slowly a tear rolled down her cheek. "Why did you save me?"
Seifer smirked softly, turning back towards her. "Really wanna know?" She nodded. "Well, I was going fishing, and I kinda hooked your underwear. As you can see, you're in my clothes." She rolled her eyes, grasping her head. "Headache?"
"Just a little," she mumbled out, giving Seifer a knowing glare. Seifer smirked back at her, knowing he had hit a nerve. "So, what are you doing out here all by your lonesome self?"
Seifer sighed. He had prepared for her to ask that since the day he saved her. "It's my job."
"To rescue people out here?"
Seifer grinned and sat back down by the bed. "That's just a perk." She grunted before taking a sip of the broth. "I'm actually a fisherman at FH. No one knows who I am there, really. Nice old man said he couldn't do his job anymore, so he pays me to do it." Quistis nodded her head, taking another sip of her soup. "Now, my question for you is, what were you doing floating unconscious in the middle of the sea?"
She softly choked on her broth, unknowing that Seifer would ask. She swallowed the broth slowly; she let the thick warmth wet her dry throat. "I'd rather not talk about it..."
Seifer raised an eyebrow. "Quistis, you're the first person I've talked to in weeks. Either you can tell me, or I can screw you like an animal. Take your pick." Quistis turned to face him, the mascara still apparent on her eyes. He grabbed a tissue and handed it to her.
"You have no right to know." Seifer sighed and stood up, unbuckling his belt. "What the hell are you doing?"
He grinned devilishly. He knew exactly what irked Quistis and what didn't. "You had a choice. You chose the latter. I get to screw you like an animal." He approached her, knowing she would tell.
"Fine! I'll tell you! Just don't come near me with that thing!" she screeched out as she saw him put his hands down his pants.
Seifer looked offended. "He's not just a thing, thank you very much! His name is Sparky!"
Quistis cocked her eyebrows at the 'offended' Seifer. "Yea, well, tell 'Sparky' to go lay down." He grinned and sat back down. "I...I was drunk and I...slipped off the balcony I guess."
Seifer raised an eyebrow at Quistis, knowing she was lying. "Quistis." She turned to face him. "I've known you for how long? A good twelve, thirteen years now?" She nodded subtly. "And you were 'drunk' and 'slipped' off the balcony?" Again, a subtle nod. "That's bullshit, and you know it. Why can't you just tell me the truth? I mean, I know I've been a complete dickhead to you, I did try to kill you numerous times, and I'm just a complete ass." She hung her head, quiet and insightful to Seifer's ranting. "But, there's, surprisingly, one thing you don't know about me. I've got a sensitive side."
She busted out laughing, her half-empty bowl of broth spilling onto the ground. The dog quickly came to her side, lapping it up. "You? Sensitive?" She continued to laugh.
"Yes, I do have a sensitive side!"
"Sure, and I'm not a natural blonde."
"I knew it! I knew you were a brunette!"
She softly glared at him and he smiled back. Quistis sighed, brushing her hair back. To her, this was a release. Surprisingly, Seifer had made her forget about Balamb Garden, forget about Rinoa, and especially forget about Squall. Just as she thought of him, she felt the release leave, and the pain came back. She had a solemn look upon her face, and turned to face Seifer. He looked like he was concerned, ready to hold her at any moment. 'Could he be that sensitive?' she thought to herself. 'It's almost as if he truly does care. Maybe...he's changed.' She shook her head, the thoughts quickly leaving. "Seifer, if I tell you, you must promise me, promise on Matron," she said while looking down at her hands, "you will never tell a soul."
He sat there; looking at the tears that brimmed her sapphire eyes. "I promise on my own honor, I will never tell a soul."
A/N: Wahoo! Chapter Two! Thank you everyone that reviewed. I checked my email this morning and saw the bot@fanfiction.net and I was like, "Wow! People already reviewed?" So, thank you again! BTW: This chapter is mostly dialogue; sorry for those who like descriptions.
Also...Squall will make an appearance next chapter!
~Chapter Two~
Quistis rolled around in the bed, her blonde hair damp with salt water. She slowly opened her eyes, reveling in a world unknown to her. She brought up her hand, rubbing her eye softly. She pulled it away, staring at the make up on her finger. She silently moaned out, "Am I dead?"
"So, that's why you were floating in the middle of the ocean," a familiar voice called out. She sat up, holding her head at the rush. "Whoa, relax, Quistis."
She turned towards the voice, seeing a familiar face with green eyes and blonde hair. "Seifer?" she said out loud in a ponderous voice.
He nodded and stood up, reaching for a bowl of broth. "It's not much, but you've been in the water for a long time." He handed her the bowl and she took it carefully. He turned back around, patting the dog on his head. "You've been out for a couple days now."
She blinked softly and slowly a tear rolled down her cheek. "Why did you save me?"
Seifer smirked softly, turning back towards her. "Really wanna know?" She nodded. "Well, I was going fishing, and I kinda hooked your underwear. As you can see, you're in my clothes." She rolled her eyes, grasping her head. "Headache?"
"Just a little," she mumbled out, giving Seifer a knowing glare. Seifer smirked back at her, knowing he had hit a nerve. "So, what are you doing out here all by your lonesome self?"
Seifer sighed. He had prepared for her to ask that since the day he saved her. "It's my job."
"To rescue people out here?"
Seifer grinned and sat back down by the bed. "That's just a perk." She grunted before taking a sip of the broth. "I'm actually a fisherman at FH. No one knows who I am there, really. Nice old man said he couldn't do his job anymore, so he pays me to do it." Quistis nodded her head, taking another sip of her soup. "Now, my question for you is, what were you doing floating unconscious in the middle of the sea?"
She softly choked on her broth, unknowing that Seifer would ask. She swallowed the broth slowly; she let the thick warmth wet her dry throat. "I'd rather not talk about it..."
Seifer raised an eyebrow. "Quistis, you're the first person I've talked to in weeks. Either you can tell me, or I can screw you like an animal. Take your pick." Quistis turned to face him, the mascara still apparent on her eyes. He grabbed a tissue and handed it to her.
"You have no right to know." Seifer sighed and stood up, unbuckling his belt. "What the hell are you doing?"
He grinned devilishly. He knew exactly what irked Quistis and what didn't. "You had a choice. You chose the latter. I get to screw you like an animal." He approached her, knowing she would tell.
"Fine! I'll tell you! Just don't come near me with that thing!" she screeched out as she saw him put his hands down his pants.
Seifer looked offended. "He's not just a thing, thank you very much! His name is Sparky!"
Quistis cocked her eyebrows at the 'offended' Seifer. "Yea, well, tell 'Sparky' to go lay down." He grinned and sat back down. "I...I was drunk and I...slipped off the balcony I guess."
Seifer raised an eyebrow at Quistis, knowing she was lying. "Quistis." She turned to face him. "I've known you for how long? A good twelve, thirteen years now?" She nodded subtly. "And you were 'drunk' and 'slipped' off the balcony?" Again, a subtle nod. "That's bullshit, and you know it. Why can't you just tell me the truth? I mean, I know I've been a complete dickhead to you, I did try to kill you numerous times, and I'm just a complete ass." She hung her head, quiet and insightful to Seifer's ranting. "But, there's, surprisingly, one thing you don't know about me. I've got a sensitive side."
She busted out laughing, her half-empty bowl of broth spilling onto the ground. The dog quickly came to her side, lapping it up. "You? Sensitive?" She continued to laugh.
"Yes, I do have a sensitive side!"
"Sure, and I'm not a natural blonde."
"I knew it! I knew you were a brunette!"
She softly glared at him and he smiled back. Quistis sighed, brushing her hair back. To her, this was a release. Surprisingly, Seifer had made her forget about Balamb Garden, forget about Rinoa, and especially forget about Squall. Just as she thought of him, she felt the release leave, and the pain came back. She had a solemn look upon her face, and turned to face Seifer. He looked like he was concerned, ready to hold her at any moment. 'Could he be that sensitive?' she thought to herself. 'It's almost as if he truly does care. Maybe...he's changed.' She shook her head, the thoughts quickly leaving. "Seifer, if I tell you, you must promise me, promise on Matron," she said while looking down at her hands, "you will never tell a soul."
He sat there; looking at the tears that brimmed her sapphire eyes. "I promise on my own honor, I will never tell a soul."