Silent Screams
A/N: Square owns all...go to my website...sign g-book...sleep, good...Suspect a surprise...
Chapter Nine
She stood up slowly, her arm in a sling. On her left side stood Zell, wrapping his arms tightly enough to hold her, but loose enough for her to walk. On her right side was Selphie, who was making sure her arm didn't come out of the sling. "You guys!" Quistis laughed out. "I can walk on my own!"
"Quis," Zell mumbled out. "We're just making sure you're ok!"
She stared at Zell, smiling softly. "I'm fine. And I thank you for caring so much." Zell smiled his usual smile, releasing Quistis from his grip.
Selphie smiled happily. "I'm so happy you're ok, Quistis! We were all so worried about you!" she exclaimed graciously. Quistis turned and looked down at her, smiling back. "So, are you coming back to Balamb?"
Zell looked at her, giving her a deadly glare. "Selphie!"
"It's ok, Zell," Quistis said, placing her usable hand against his chest. "I honestly don't know, Selphie."
She pouted softly. "But, it's your home!"
Zell sighed. "Selphie, just stop!"
"It's been my home since I was twelve. I'm nineteen now, and more than ready to leave." Again, Selphie pouted. "Not saying I won't be friends with you guys."
Selphie smiled, nodding her head softly. "Just so long as you don't do anything crazy!"
"Yea, like move in with Seifer," Zell mumbled out.
Quistis walked away from the hospital. Though her arm was in a sling, she was still able to walk around freely and do the normal things in life. She had managed to get away from Zell and Selphie long enough to get out of the hospital. Despite what any of them said, she would not be going back to Garden. She walked slowly, as if she was waiting for somebody. She turned and looked at the hospital, seeing him walk out. She almost smiled. He turned and looked at her, taking long strides to reach her. His coat flew back as a gust of wind came forth. Quistis' hair flew towards him and he slowly reached for it. She turned her head, walking away from him. He sighed and followed her, the wind now dying down. "So," he mumbled out.
She turned to look at him, her arm resting peacefully in the sling. She had on her battle clothes and her whip attached to the hook where it belonged. "Where to now?"
He shrugged. Quistis turned and he finally said something, "I think it's better if you stay." She turned back to face him, another gush of wind picking up her hair and blowing it into his face.
"Why, Seifer?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. The whole thought of being followed isn't my thing really. No matter where you go, they're going to want you back."
"Not unless I quit," she responded. "But," she sighed.
Seifer looked around, feeling the presence of someone. He grasped her good arm, pulling her into an alley. The alley was familiar to her, but she didn't care. "But what? You need to know that I'll be there for you or something?"
She sighed again, rubbing her bad arm. "But," she paused, "Squall...and my friends..."
Seifer hung his shoulders, leaning against a wall now. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. Suddenly, he saw Quistis' hand grab it and chuck it to the ground. "That was my last one!"
"Oh well." Quistis shrugged and started to walk back to the main roads. Seifer glared at her, grasping her bad arm again and pulling her to his lips. Her eyes were opened wide as he continuously kissed her. She slowly pulled away, his eyes looking dead into hers.
"Ready?" he asked with a smirk.
"Sure...," she whispered silently out.
Three days past since Squall had last seen her. Squall paced back and forth in the room. She had called him to the inn to talk. To talk about what, he wasn't sure. He was sure that he was going to admit his feelings tonight. He heard a soft knock. He quickly opened the door, seeing her without her sling. "Where's your sling?" he asked.
"I don't need it. I'm fine without it, the doctors said," she mumbled out. "Can I come in?"
He nodded softly, stepping away from the door. She walked in, shutting the door silently behind her. "So, what did you need to talk about?"
She sighed softly, sitting down on the bed. "I...want to quit SeeD." His eyes went wide. "I don't feel as if it's fulfilling my life anymore." He was silent. "And, Seifer has asked me to move to Deiling with him."
She heard a muffled 'hmph' from Squall. "Did you say yes?"
"Not quite. I mean, that's not the reason why I want to leave Garden." Again, he was silent. "Why, does it bother you that Seifer and I are actually becoming friends?" More silence. "Would you talk to me?"
"I see no point. You've made your decision, I can't stop you."
She sighed softly. "Maybe you could help me decide? You know, let out my feelings and see if it sounds fine out in the open rather than in my mind."
He grabbed his thick leather jacket and walked towards the door. "Want it out in the open? Go talk to,"
"A wall."
He turned around and faced her, glaring at her. He stopped glaring as he noticed her face was forlorn. "No."
She sniffled softly. "That's what you said last time."
"Yea, well, this is this time. Not last time." She took one deep breath and exhaled, walking towards Squall. She walked past him, opening up the door. "Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving. I see you're no help." He shrugged softly. "And just for your information. I wasn't sure if I was going or not! I..." She stopped talking. "No, I won't tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"None of your business. Why not just go screw your bimbo ass girlfriend?"
With those words, Squall grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back into the room. She screamed softly, slapping him hard across the face. "Ow!" he said.
"That was my bad arm, ass! Now what do you want?"
"I want to talk."
"Go talk to a wall then, Squall." She tried leaving again, only to have Squall grasp her arm. "Let me go!"
"Listen!" he growled out. She stopped struggling, staring deep into his gray blue eyes. "Rinoa and I broke up. Now, unless there's another girlfriend that happens to be a bimbo that I don't know about, there's nobody I can screw."
Quistis was silent. "Sorry," she whispered.
"For what?" he asked, still angry.
She shook her head. "For getting you angry." He looked at her now, close and hard.
"I'm not angry. I can't be angry at you, no matter what you do."
Quistis giggled softly. "That's the best compliment you've ever given me, Squall." Squall smiled softly, hiding it almost. "I better get going..."
"Wait!" Squall called out. Quistis looked at him still. "Not yet. I...promised myself to tell you something." Quistis waited. "Oh...I...lo..."
Quistis raised her hand against his lips. "Don't,"
"What?"
"I know you don't mean it."
"But..."
"I gotta go"
With that, she turned towards the door, a tear ready to fall. She felt strong arms grasp at her shoulders and spinning her around. She looked up at Squall, seeing his lips crash down onto hers. She leaned into the kiss more than she should have, because at the next moment, she found herself lying underneath everything she ever wanted.
A/N: Square owns all...go to my website...sign g-book...sleep, good...Suspect a surprise...
Chapter Nine
She stood up slowly, her arm in a sling. On her left side stood Zell, wrapping his arms tightly enough to hold her, but loose enough for her to walk. On her right side was Selphie, who was making sure her arm didn't come out of the sling. "You guys!" Quistis laughed out. "I can walk on my own!"
"Quis," Zell mumbled out. "We're just making sure you're ok!"
She stared at Zell, smiling softly. "I'm fine. And I thank you for caring so much." Zell smiled his usual smile, releasing Quistis from his grip.
Selphie smiled happily. "I'm so happy you're ok, Quistis! We were all so worried about you!" she exclaimed graciously. Quistis turned and looked down at her, smiling back. "So, are you coming back to Balamb?"
Zell looked at her, giving her a deadly glare. "Selphie!"
"It's ok, Zell," Quistis said, placing her usable hand against his chest. "I honestly don't know, Selphie."
She pouted softly. "But, it's your home!"
Zell sighed. "Selphie, just stop!"
"It's been my home since I was twelve. I'm nineteen now, and more than ready to leave." Again, Selphie pouted. "Not saying I won't be friends with you guys."
Selphie smiled, nodding her head softly. "Just so long as you don't do anything crazy!"
"Yea, like move in with Seifer," Zell mumbled out.
Quistis walked away from the hospital. Though her arm was in a sling, she was still able to walk around freely and do the normal things in life. She had managed to get away from Zell and Selphie long enough to get out of the hospital. Despite what any of them said, she would not be going back to Garden. She walked slowly, as if she was waiting for somebody. She turned and looked at the hospital, seeing him walk out. She almost smiled. He turned and looked at her, taking long strides to reach her. His coat flew back as a gust of wind came forth. Quistis' hair flew towards him and he slowly reached for it. She turned her head, walking away from him. He sighed and followed her, the wind now dying down. "So," he mumbled out.
She turned to look at him, her arm resting peacefully in the sling. She had on her battle clothes and her whip attached to the hook where it belonged. "Where to now?"
He shrugged. Quistis turned and he finally said something, "I think it's better if you stay." She turned back to face him, another gush of wind picking up her hair and blowing it into his face.
"Why, Seifer?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. The whole thought of being followed isn't my thing really. No matter where you go, they're going to want you back."
"Not unless I quit," she responded. "But," she sighed.
Seifer looked around, feeling the presence of someone. He grasped her good arm, pulling her into an alley. The alley was familiar to her, but she didn't care. "But what? You need to know that I'll be there for you or something?"
She sighed again, rubbing her bad arm. "But," she paused, "Squall...and my friends..."
Seifer hung his shoulders, leaning against a wall now. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. Suddenly, he saw Quistis' hand grab it and chuck it to the ground. "That was my last one!"
"Oh well." Quistis shrugged and started to walk back to the main roads. Seifer glared at her, grasping her bad arm again and pulling her to his lips. Her eyes were opened wide as he continuously kissed her. She slowly pulled away, his eyes looking dead into hers.
"Ready?" he asked with a smirk.
"Sure...," she whispered silently out.
Three days past since Squall had last seen her. Squall paced back and forth in the room. She had called him to the inn to talk. To talk about what, he wasn't sure. He was sure that he was going to admit his feelings tonight. He heard a soft knock. He quickly opened the door, seeing her without her sling. "Where's your sling?" he asked.
"I don't need it. I'm fine without it, the doctors said," she mumbled out. "Can I come in?"
He nodded softly, stepping away from the door. She walked in, shutting the door silently behind her. "So, what did you need to talk about?"
She sighed softly, sitting down on the bed. "I...want to quit SeeD." His eyes went wide. "I don't feel as if it's fulfilling my life anymore." He was silent. "And, Seifer has asked me to move to Deiling with him."
She heard a muffled 'hmph' from Squall. "Did you say yes?"
"Not quite. I mean, that's not the reason why I want to leave Garden." Again, he was silent. "Why, does it bother you that Seifer and I are actually becoming friends?" More silence. "Would you talk to me?"
"I see no point. You've made your decision, I can't stop you."
She sighed softly. "Maybe you could help me decide? You know, let out my feelings and see if it sounds fine out in the open rather than in my mind."
He grabbed his thick leather jacket and walked towards the door. "Want it out in the open? Go talk to,"
"A wall."
He turned around and faced her, glaring at her. He stopped glaring as he noticed her face was forlorn. "No."
She sniffled softly. "That's what you said last time."
"Yea, well, this is this time. Not last time." She took one deep breath and exhaled, walking towards Squall. She walked past him, opening up the door. "Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving. I see you're no help." He shrugged softly. "And just for your information. I wasn't sure if I was going or not! I..." She stopped talking. "No, I won't tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"None of your business. Why not just go screw your bimbo ass girlfriend?"
With those words, Squall grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back into the room. She screamed softly, slapping him hard across the face. "Ow!" he said.
"That was my bad arm, ass! Now what do you want?"
"I want to talk."
"Go talk to a wall then, Squall." She tried leaving again, only to have Squall grasp her arm. "Let me go!"
"Listen!" he growled out. She stopped struggling, staring deep into his gray blue eyes. "Rinoa and I broke up. Now, unless there's another girlfriend that happens to be a bimbo that I don't know about, there's nobody I can screw."
Quistis was silent. "Sorry," she whispered.
"For what?" he asked, still angry.
She shook her head. "For getting you angry." He looked at her now, close and hard.
"I'm not angry. I can't be angry at you, no matter what you do."
Quistis giggled softly. "That's the best compliment you've ever given me, Squall." Squall smiled softly, hiding it almost. "I better get going..."
"Wait!" Squall called out. Quistis looked at him still. "Not yet. I...promised myself to tell you something." Quistis waited. "Oh...I...lo..."
Quistis raised her hand against his lips. "Don't,"
"What?"
"I know you don't mean it."
"But..."
"I gotta go"
With that, she turned towards the door, a tear ready to fall. She felt strong arms grasp at her shoulders and spinning her around. She looked up at Squall, seeing his lips crash down onto hers. She leaned into the kiss more than she should have, because at the next moment, she found herself lying underneath everything she ever wanted.