Silent Screams
A/N: Ok, slow update, I know...There's a few good reasons! Those Floweria ads that keep popping up on FF.net is REALLY ticking me off and as well as the writing section on the PSSA (Pennsylvania test thingie) so yea! Square owns all.
Chapter Fifteen
Seifer was broken. It was as if he were five again, alone and broken. He felt Quistis' hands wrap around him and he quickly pushed her away. "I don't need your pity!" he snapped out. She fell to the ground, staring at Seifer. "I don't need anyone's sympathy or pity or any of that bull shit!"
Quistis crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around him once more. He finally laid his head on her shoulder, the tears flowing out. She remembered when she was the same way. Losing Squall to Rinoa; it wasn't the same exact thing, but she still felt like her best friend had just died. "Seifer, you have to relax."
He shook his head, the tears pouring out. "You...don't understand. She was my best friend, Quis!"
She sighed softly. "I may not know what it's like to lose a best friend, but I do know what it's like to lose a dream, and so much more." He sniffled softly, pulling his head away from Quistis and staring at her.
"Do you love Squall?" he finally asked.
"I..."
"And be honest."
She sighed softly. "I almost died for him. I did die for him." She pulled her legs up to her chest. "I guess I do love him. I don't know, though. His heart still belongs to Rinoa."
Seifer sniffled, trying to push away his feelings. "Why do you say that?"
She sighed softly. "You saw that passion in his eyes. Maybe...it's just an obsession, or an infatuation. Anyway, this isn't about me. Are you ok?"
Seifer looked down at the eye patch in his hand. "You know, other than this time, I've only seen her hidden eye once, and she swore me not to tell a soul about what it looked like. I kept that promise since the day I met her." Quistis hung her head and Seifer smiled. "She always liked you, Quistis. She always wanted to be like you but whenever she tried, she would get too soft and think she was vulnerable." Quistis smiled softly and was glad to hear Seifer so relaxed for once. "That's when she started to be like me. You know, hard on the outside, but soft and caring on the inside, like you."
"She was something special."
Seifer glared at her softly. "She always will be something special." He relaxed himself again. "You know, she always said that you were meant for me." Quistis smiled again. "I'm being serious! She would always say that I put you on a 'special' list. I...guess she was right."
Quistis looked up at Seifer, shocked to see him so open. "What do you mean?"
He chuckled softly. "Hey, it doesn't matter, Ms. Savior of the World." He pushed himself off the ground. "Don't worry about me. She'll be in my heart forever. She died in good cause." Seifer held out his hand for Quistis and she gently took it. He pulled her up off the ground. "Now, not to sound like an asshole, but I'm going to be seeking serious revenge on a certain brunette!"
Rinoa sat there high upon her raven feather throne, watching the silver mirror. "Revenge? You put this onto yourself, Seifer. No matter...she will not win."
Squall scanned her room slowly. The arrays of pinks and soft purples outshone the dark gray of his eyes. He lifted up a piece of paper and placed it back down onto the desk. Selphie sighed, sitting on her bed and looking around. Pictures lined up her wall of the group. "What are we looking for?" she asked out.
"Anything," he responded monotonically.
Selphie sighed, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe she killed Fujin. What did Fu ever do to her?" Selphie stood up, walking over to the wall with all the pictures. "I mean, they seemed good enough friends..."
"Well, maybe Rinoa's under a spell, like Matron was," he said trying to reason with himself.
"Hey, why isn't Quistis in any of these pictures?"
Squall walked over to Selphie, staring at the pictures. All were recently taken when the whole group was there, with the exception of Seifer. The beach, the Garden Ball, the Spring Festival, Break Day, and all activities were hanging up on the wall, yet Quistis was nowhere to be found in any of the pictures. He looked onto the other wall, seeing postcards of the different towns they visited. Each place, except for Timber, was scribbled on. "Look at those," he whispered out.
Selphie turned to where he was looking. She walked over to the postcards, taking one down. "Deiling City," she said out loud. She turned it around seeing a huge one written on it. She took down Winhill and a huge four was written on it. "Squall, I think she's numbered the cities she's going to hit!"
Seifer lashed out onto the Phantom in the sewer. Ever since the Sorceress War the monsters had become increasingly difficult. He took a soft breath and watched Quistis release her new whip out onto another Phantom. One hit and he was down. They continued to walk through the sewer, fighting the enemies they encountered. "Do you think Squall and Selphie had as much of a trouble?"
"Probably...Look out!" Quistis called as she slapped her whip into another Phantom. Seifer turned and looked at her, her face soft with tenderness and compassion. He walked over to her, staring hard into her blue eyes. "Yes?" she whispered out.
He placed his hands on her cheek, kissing her lips tenderly. It wasn't harsh and there was no forcing, just a soft tender kiss. He pulled away, leaving her wanting more. "Remember that, ok?" he whispered softly. Her eyes were so...blue. He decided there was no other way to describe her blue eyes.
She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, pushing him against the wall. He remembered what happened last time she had done this, but this time, he pulled her into it. He quickly lashed out his tongue against her own. He let his hands drag down to her waist, holding her there against him. She pulled slowly away and his mouth was left there, hanging open. He waited for the punch to come, but felt nothing. He no longer felt her warmth on him at all. "Are you coming?"
Seifer stood there, shocked. "You're going to leave me hanging?" Quistis let out a small smile. "Ok, I get it. We've got places to go and a bitch to kill."
"Seifer!"
He grinned. "She deserves it!"
A/N: Ok, slow update, I know...There's a few good reasons! Those Floweria ads that keep popping up on FF.net is REALLY ticking me off and as well as the writing section on the PSSA (Pennsylvania test thingie) so yea! Square owns all.
Chapter Fifteen
Seifer was broken. It was as if he were five again, alone and broken. He felt Quistis' hands wrap around him and he quickly pushed her away. "I don't need your pity!" he snapped out. She fell to the ground, staring at Seifer. "I don't need anyone's sympathy or pity or any of that bull shit!"
Quistis crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around him once more. He finally laid his head on her shoulder, the tears flowing out. She remembered when she was the same way. Losing Squall to Rinoa; it wasn't the same exact thing, but she still felt like her best friend had just died. "Seifer, you have to relax."
He shook his head, the tears pouring out. "You...don't understand. She was my best friend, Quis!"
She sighed softly. "I may not know what it's like to lose a best friend, but I do know what it's like to lose a dream, and so much more." He sniffled softly, pulling his head away from Quistis and staring at her.
"Do you love Squall?" he finally asked.
"I..."
"And be honest."
She sighed softly. "I almost died for him. I did die for him." She pulled her legs up to her chest. "I guess I do love him. I don't know, though. His heart still belongs to Rinoa."
Seifer sniffled, trying to push away his feelings. "Why do you say that?"
She sighed softly. "You saw that passion in his eyes. Maybe...it's just an obsession, or an infatuation. Anyway, this isn't about me. Are you ok?"
Seifer looked down at the eye patch in his hand. "You know, other than this time, I've only seen her hidden eye once, and she swore me not to tell a soul about what it looked like. I kept that promise since the day I met her." Quistis hung her head and Seifer smiled. "She always liked you, Quistis. She always wanted to be like you but whenever she tried, she would get too soft and think she was vulnerable." Quistis smiled softly and was glad to hear Seifer so relaxed for once. "That's when she started to be like me. You know, hard on the outside, but soft and caring on the inside, like you."
"She was something special."
Seifer glared at her softly. "She always will be something special." He relaxed himself again. "You know, she always said that you were meant for me." Quistis smiled again. "I'm being serious! She would always say that I put you on a 'special' list. I...guess she was right."
Quistis looked up at Seifer, shocked to see him so open. "What do you mean?"
He chuckled softly. "Hey, it doesn't matter, Ms. Savior of the World." He pushed himself off the ground. "Don't worry about me. She'll be in my heart forever. She died in good cause." Seifer held out his hand for Quistis and she gently took it. He pulled her up off the ground. "Now, not to sound like an asshole, but I'm going to be seeking serious revenge on a certain brunette!"
Rinoa sat there high upon her raven feather throne, watching the silver mirror. "Revenge? You put this onto yourself, Seifer. No matter...she will not win."
Squall scanned her room slowly. The arrays of pinks and soft purples outshone the dark gray of his eyes. He lifted up a piece of paper and placed it back down onto the desk. Selphie sighed, sitting on her bed and looking around. Pictures lined up her wall of the group. "What are we looking for?" she asked out.
"Anything," he responded monotonically.
Selphie sighed, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe she killed Fujin. What did Fu ever do to her?" Selphie stood up, walking over to the wall with all the pictures. "I mean, they seemed good enough friends..."
"Well, maybe Rinoa's under a spell, like Matron was," he said trying to reason with himself.
"Hey, why isn't Quistis in any of these pictures?"
Squall walked over to Selphie, staring at the pictures. All were recently taken when the whole group was there, with the exception of Seifer. The beach, the Garden Ball, the Spring Festival, Break Day, and all activities were hanging up on the wall, yet Quistis was nowhere to be found in any of the pictures. He looked onto the other wall, seeing postcards of the different towns they visited. Each place, except for Timber, was scribbled on. "Look at those," he whispered out.
Selphie turned to where he was looking. She walked over to the postcards, taking one down. "Deiling City," she said out loud. She turned it around seeing a huge one written on it. She took down Winhill and a huge four was written on it. "Squall, I think she's numbered the cities she's going to hit!"
Seifer lashed out onto the Phantom in the sewer. Ever since the Sorceress War the monsters had become increasingly difficult. He took a soft breath and watched Quistis release her new whip out onto another Phantom. One hit and he was down. They continued to walk through the sewer, fighting the enemies they encountered. "Do you think Squall and Selphie had as much of a trouble?"
"Probably...Look out!" Quistis called as she slapped her whip into another Phantom. Seifer turned and looked at her, her face soft with tenderness and compassion. He walked over to her, staring hard into her blue eyes. "Yes?" she whispered out.
He placed his hands on her cheek, kissing her lips tenderly. It wasn't harsh and there was no forcing, just a soft tender kiss. He pulled away, leaving her wanting more. "Remember that, ok?" he whispered softly. Her eyes were so...blue. He decided there was no other way to describe her blue eyes.
She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately, pushing him against the wall. He remembered what happened last time she had done this, but this time, he pulled her into it. He quickly lashed out his tongue against her own. He let his hands drag down to her waist, holding her there against him. She pulled slowly away and his mouth was left there, hanging open. He waited for the punch to come, but felt nothing. He no longer felt her warmth on him at all. "Are you coming?"
Seifer stood there, shocked. "You're going to leave me hanging?" Quistis let out a small smile. "Ok, I get it. We've got places to go and a bitch to kill."
"Seifer!"
He grinned. "She deserves it!"