Silent Screams
A/N: Told ya I'd go on! So...it's a Quall. Quistis is pregnant, two months into it actually. Seifer's dead...or IS he? -_^
Chapter Twenty
The months whizzed by. Due to the fact that the ray of death had occurred for a flash of a second, the world returned to its natural state; fields of flowers blossomed even in Deiling and Esthar. The magnificent world that had been untouched by machinery had returned. Yet, the Gardens still existed, and ancient ruins replaced the cities. It was as if the world was given a second chance to live.
The May rose buds had began to blossom with utmost color and perfection. Although the vast city of Deiling and all its citizens had died, the world was reconstructing itself. Squall, being the new Headmaster of Balamb Garden, had ordered a recruitment of all people, of any age, to apply into SeeD. Since most of their members had died, unbeknownst to the heroes, Garden was in desperate need for new soldiers.
Quistis stared out the window, her long blonde hair waving in the wind. Ever since the day Seifer died and the day part of her died, she was different. She was more relaxed, more at ease, and less of a perfectionist. Squall thought of it as her being pregnant and she was suffering mood swings, but alas, it was because a part unknown to her had died. She was so used to the angel part of her being there, that she felt complete. Now that she knew part of her died, she felt it.
Quistis felt a soft hand on her shoulder and she turned her head slowly. "What are you doing?" the voice asked with utmost sincerity. She spun around, smiling softly at the man she had loved with all her heart, yet not her soul.
"Nothing. Just...daydreaming." He rubbed her back slowly, his hands gliding across her hair. "The world seems to be doing better."
"Of course," he said, staring out at the cherry blossom petals flying through the sky. "You know...I have a present for you."
She shook her head, smiling softly. "There's no need for that, Squall."
He shrugged, handing her the small, wrapped gift. She pulled the white paper off of the box and then opened up the box. Inside lay a ring; it was Griever. She lifted the ring onto her palm, letting the cool steel tingle her senses. "Read the inscription."
She spun the ring between her fingers and read the inscription aloud, "This is my heart. It shall always protect you." She faced Squall, her bulging stomach separating the two. She laughed softly, sliding the ring on her ring finger. "Perfect fit...how'd you know?"
"Zell." Squall leaned in, kissing her cheek softly. He turned and walked out of Quistis' bedroom, only to stop when feeling a hand graze his shoulder. "What's wrong?" He turned around and placed a steady hand on her arm. "Did your water break?"
She laughed. "If it did, what would you do?"
~*~
Two days passed and a bouncing baby boy was being held by his father. Bright, sapphire eyes peered at his father as maple colored hair curled at the top of his head. By Squall's side lay Quistis, pushing her sweat ridden hair back. Squall smiled happily at the child, allowing his child to grasp hold of his finger. "Quis...you did wonderful," Squall muttered proudly.
"Yea, if I did so wonderful why did he take so god damn long to come out?" Squall laughed, staring into the bright eyes of his son. Quistis smiled as well, placing her hand gently on Squall's leg. "You're great."
Squall turned his gray eyes to stare into the same bright eyes his son had. "Quistis, I love you."
She blushed softly, letting her hair droop in front of her face. "I love you, too, Squall." The baby boy started to cry loudly. Squall turned and faced him. "Here, give him to me," Quistis ordered gently.
Squall graciously handed him over to her. The child was silenced feeling the warmth from his mother. "Well, you certainly have the mother's touch."
Quistis smiled down at him. "He's a twin to you, ya know?" Squall laughed, standing up and stretching his arms. "Dante..."
"Hm?" Squall whispered, staring at his son in Quistis' arms.
"His name is Dante," Quistis confirmed.
Squall looked oddly at the child. "Doesn't that mean devil?"
Quistis laughed. "Hyne no. It means ever lasting."
~*~
Quistis sighed, staring at the ring on her finger. A year had passed since the birth of Dante. He was an average twelve-month-old. He was jumpy, enthusiastic, and best of all, intelligent. Already he had begun speaking in full sentences and he could walk and run. Of course, he wasn't able to say everything correctly, yet he was quickly learning. "Mama!" she heard a voice cry out.
Quistis turned and looked at her child running towards her. The child hooked onto her leg and she laughed silently as Zell bounded in the room. Zell was announced his godfather, with Irvine as his uncle. Zell held up his fingers, twisting them in the air. "You can't hide, Dante!"
The child giggled, still grasping onto her leg. "Mama! Don't let him git me!"
Quistis let a single glare out at Zell who quickly stopped, smiling innocently. She knelt down next to her son. "It's 'get' not 'git.' You've been with Uncle Irvy for too long." Dante giggled, letting his arms wrap around his mother's neck. She stood up, grasping the child close to her. Zell walked over to them, rubbing Dante's dark brown hair into a mess. "Zell!" Quistis groaned, placing the hair back down.
"So, where's hubby at?" Zell asked, making funny faces at the child.
Quistis shrugged, placing Dante into his playpen. "Last time I heard from him was last night. A discovery was made at the Deep Sea Research center. Seems it wasn't hit by the ray of death." Zell nodded, picking up a teddy bear and placing it next to Dante. "There also seems to be life developing in there for some odd reason."
Zell knelt next to the playpen, making goofy faces. He stopped and looked up at Quistis. "Maybe people thought they could find refuge in there during this time of crisis."
"Maybe. But, I'm getting this weird feeling, you know?"
A soft voice from behind mumbled, "Definitely weird..." Quistis spun around, wrapping her tired arms around her husband. "Zell, you, Irvine, and Raijen are going to the Deep Sea Research center. We've been getting transmissions from there from someone named Eleni. Seems that she and a group of people have been living in there for about two and a half years."
Zell scratched his head slowly. "And...?"
"The refugees were against Rinoa liberating Timber by destroying the whole world. They were scared, and decided to hide. How they survived, however, I don't know."
Zell stood up and stretched. "Might as well start training!" He jogged in place, stating his farewells, and dashed off towards the training center. Quistis wrapped her arms around Squall, rubbing his neck gently.
"So, how's Dante been holding up?" Squall pulled away from Quistis' loving touch and picked up his son.
The boy giggled with happiness. "Daddy!" Squall smiled and kissed his forehead softly. "Daddy! Guess what!"
"What?" Squall said happily.
"Chicken butt!"
Quistis let out a laugh, walking over to her bed and sitting on it. Dante squealed with delight as his father spun him around in circles. "He's missed you for the past two days. You've been cooped up in that office for so long..."
Squall hoisted the boy onto his shoulders, looking down at Quistis. She's never seen him so happy; the wide smile on his face proved that he truly did love his family, despite the fact that Quistis' soul belonged to Seifer. "Well...now that I have those three on this case, I can spend more time with you guys. Perhaps I could even get Edea to take Dante."
Quistis stood up, grasping her son and pulling him down into her arms. He cuddled close to her, his head resting on her shoulder. Squall got close to both of them, kissing Quistis on the lips softly. His hair fell onto her cheek as they continued the kiss. Dante started to giggle and pull onto his mother's hair. Quistis let out a yelp and pulled away from the kiss. She shook her head at her son and laughed as he placed a soft kiss on her nose. "We'll definitely need Edea to watch him."
~*~
Her short blonde hair bounced as she walked down the halls. "Evan!" she called out, her sultry voice echoing down the hall. "Evan!"
"Yes, mistress?" a snake-like voice called behind her.
"Is the Garden prepared to emerge from Deep Sea mode?" she whispered her black nails ready to pounce on the tall, thin man.
"Of course, mistress."
"Good." She spun around. "Just in time for those idiots to come."
~*~
Squall lay there in bed, brushing back the golden blonde hair that fanned out on his chest. They were married for six months to the date; those were the best six months he had ever shared with anyone, even Rinoa. He flashed a mental picture of her into his mind. The happy smile, the shining eyes; it was as if she was really there. He took in a silent breath and turned his head to look at his wife. His wife. It felt so odd to say that since he knew that he would never have all of her.
And she would never have all of him. His heart would always belong to Rinoa, despite everything she did. Squall pushed Quistis off of his chest, letting her head hit the pillow softly. She mumbled something inaudible in her sleep. Squall stood up and walked over to the crib, smiling at Dante. Even though his heart yearned for Rinoa, Dante brought the two together. They had had their problems. He thought back to when Quistis was eight months pregnant and they were deciding a name.
He sighed softly, leaning against the crib. 'Wonder if I would love you the same if your name was Seifer,' he thought. The baby moved around and opened his bright blue eyes. A smile cascading on the child's face and he held up his hands. Squall lifted the child in his arms and held him tight. 'I love Quistis. Nothing will ever change that. Even if our hearts really belong to other people, we belong to each other.' He stared at the child drifting to sleep in his arms. 'Plus, you can't love the dead.'
A/N: Told ya I'd go on! So...it's a Quall. Quistis is pregnant, two months into it actually. Seifer's dead...or IS he? -_^
Chapter Twenty
The months whizzed by. Due to the fact that the ray of death had occurred for a flash of a second, the world returned to its natural state; fields of flowers blossomed even in Deiling and Esthar. The magnificent world that had been untouched by machinery had returned. Yet, the Gardens still existed, and ancient ruins replaced the cities. It was as if the world was given a second chance to live.
The May rose buds had began to blossom with utmost color and perfection. Although the vast city of Deiling and all its citizens had died, the world was reconstructing itself. Squall, being the new Headmaster of Balamb Garden, had ordered a recruitment of all people, of any age, to apply into SeeD. Since most of their members had died, unbeknownst to the heroes, Garden was in desperate need for new soldiers.
Quistis stared out the window, her long blonde hair waving in the wind. Ever since the day Seifer died and the day part of her died, she was different. She was more relaxed, more at ease, and less of a perfectionist. Squall thought of it as her being pregnant and she was suffering mood swings, but alas, it was because a part unknown to her had died. She was so used to the angel part of her being there, that she felt complete. Now that she knew part of her died, she felt it.
Quistis felt a soft hand on her shoulder and she turned her head slowly. "What are you doing?" the voice asked with utmost sincerity. She spun around, smiling softly at the man she had loved with all her heart, yet not her soul.
"Nothing. Just...daydreaming." He rubbed her back slowly, his hands gliding across her hair. "The world seems to be doing better."
"Of course," he said, staring out at the cherry blossom petals flying through the sky. "You know...I have a present for you."
She shook her head, smiling softly. "There's no need for that, Squall."
He shrugged, handing her the small, wrapped gift. She pulled the white paper off of the box and then opened up the box. Inside lay a ring; it was Griever. She lifted the ring onto her palm, letting the cool steel tingle her senses. "Read the inscription."
She spun the ring between her fingers and read the inscription aloud, "This is my heart. It shall always protect you." She faced Squall, her bulging stomach separating the two. She laughed softly, sliding the ring on her ring finger. "Perfect fit...how'd you know?"
"Zell." Squall leaned in, kissing her cheek softly. He turned and walked out of Quistis' bedroom, only to stop when feeling a hand graze his shoulder. "What's wrong?" He turned around and placed a steady hand on her arm. "Did your water break?"
She laughed. "If it did, what would you do?"
~*~
Two days passed and a bouncing baby boy was being held by his father. Bright, sapphire eyes peered at his father as maple colored hair curled at the top of his head. By Squall's side lay Quistis, pushing her sweat ridden hair back. Squall smiled happily at the child, allowing his child to grasp hold of his finger. "Quis...you did wonderful," Squall muttered proudly.
"Yea, if I did so wonderful why did he take so god damn long to come out?" Squall laughed, staring into the bright eyes of his son. Quistis smiled as well, placing her hand gently on Squall's leg. "You're great."
Squall turned his gray eyes to stare into the same bright eyes his son had. "Quistis, I love you."
She blushed softly, letting her hair droop in front of her face. "I love you, too, Squall." The baby boy started to cry loudly. Squall turned and faced him. "Here, give him to me," Quistis ordered gently.
Squall graciously handed him over to her. The child was silenced feeling the warmth from his mother. "Well, you certainly have the mother's touch."
Quistis smiled down at him. "He's a twin to you, ya know?" Squall laughed, standing up and stretching his arms. "Dante..."
"Hm?" Squall whispered, staring at his son in Quistis' arms.
"His name is Dante," Quistis confirmed.
Squall looked oddly at the child. "Doesn't that mean devil?"
Quistis laughed. "Hyne no. It means ever lasting."
~*~
Quistis sighed, staring at the ring on her finger. A year had passed since the birth of Dante. He was an average twelve-month-old. He was jumpy, enthusiastic, and best of all, intelligent. Already he had begun speaking in full sentences and he could walk and run. Of course, he wasn't able to say everything correctly, yet he was quickly learning. "Mama!" she heard a voice cry out.
Quistis turned and looked at her child running towards her. The child hooked onto her leg and she laughed silently as Zell bounded in the room. Zell was announced his godfather, with Irvine as his uncle. Zell held up his fingers, twisting them in the air. "You can't hide, Dante!"
The child giggled, still grasping onto her leg. "Mama! Don't let him git me!"
Quistis let a single glare out at Zell who quickly stopped, smiling innocently. She knelt down next to her son. "It's 'get' not 'git.' You've been with Uncle Irvy for too long." Dante giggled, letting his arms wrap around his mother's neck. She stood up, grasping the child close to her. Zell walked over to them, rubbing Dante's dark brown hair into a mess. "Zell!" Quistis groaned, placing the hair back down.
"So, where's hubby at?" Zell asked, making funny faces at the child.
Quistis shrugged, placing Dante into his playpen. "Last time I heard from him was last night. A discovery was made at the Deep Sea Research center. Seems it wasn't hit by the ray of death." Zell nodded, picking up a teddy bear and placing it next to Dante. "There also seems to be life developing in there for some odd reason."
Zell knelt next to the playpen, making goofy faces. He stopped and looked up at Quistis. "Maybe people thought they could find refuge in there during this time of crisis."
"Maybe. But, I'm getting this weird feeling, you know?"
A soft voice from behind mumbled, "Definitely weird..." Quistis spun around, wrapping her tired arms around her husband. "Zell, you, Irvine, and Raijen are going to the Deep Sea Research center. We've been getting transmissions from there from someone named Eleni. Seems that she and a group of people have been living in there for about two and a half years."
Zell scratched his head slowly. "And...?"
"The refugees were against Rinoa liberating Timber by destroying the whole world. They were scared, and decided to hide. How they survived, however, I don't know."
Zell stood up and stretched. "Might as well start training!" He jogged in place, stating his farewells, and dashed off towards the training center. Quistis wrapped her arms around Squall, rubbing his neck gently.
"So, how's Dante been holding up?" Squall pulled away from Quistis' loving touch and picked up his son.
The boy giggled with happiness. "Daddy!" Squall smiled and kissed his forehead softly. "Daddy! Guess what!"
"What?" Squall said happily.
"Chicken butt!"
Quistis let out a laugh, walking over to her bed and sitting on it. Dante squealed with delight as his father spun him around in circles. "He's missed you for the past two days. You've been cooped up in that office for so long..."
Squall hoisted the boy onto his shoulders, looking down at Quistis. She's never seen him so happy; the wide smile on his face proved that he truly did love his family, despite the fact that Quistis' soul belonged to Seifer. "Well...now that I have those three on this case, I can spend more time with you guys. Perhaps I could even get Edea to take Dante."
Quistis stood up, grasping her son and pulling him down into her arms. He cuddled close to her, his head resting on her shoulder. Squall got close to both of them, kissing Quistis on the lips softly. His hair fell onto her cheek as they continued the kiss. Dante started to giggle and pull onto his mother's hair. Quistis let out a yelp and pulled away from the kiss. She shook her head at her son and laughed as he placed a soft kiss on her nose. "We'll definitely need Edea to watch him."
~*~
Her short blonde hair bounced as she walked down the halls. "Evan!" she called out, her sultry voice echoing down the hall. "Evan!"
"Yes, mistress?" a snake-like voice called behind her.
"Is the Garden prepared to emerge from Deep Sea mode?" she whispered her black nails ready to pounce on the tall, thin man.
"Of course, mistress."
"Good." She spun around. "Just in time for those idiots to come."
~*~
Squall lay there in bed, brushing back the golden blonde hair that fanned out on his chest. They were married for six months to the date; those were the best six months he had ever shared with anyone, even Rinoa. He flashed a mental picture of her into his mind. The happy smile, the shining eyes; it was as if she was really there. He took in a silent breath and turned his head to look at his wife. His wife. It felt so odd to say that since he knew that he would never have all of her.
And she would never have all of him. His heart would always belong to Rinoa, despite everything she did. Squall pushed Quistis off of his chest, letting her head hit the pillow softly. She mumbled something inaudible in her sleep. Squall stood up and walked over to the crib, smiling at Dante. Even though his heart yearned for Rinoa, Dante brought the two together. They had had their problems. He thought back to when Quistis was eight months pregnant and they were deciding a name.
He sighed softly, leaning against the crib. 'Wonder if I would love you the same if your name was Seifer,' he thought. The baby moved around and opened his bright blue eyes. A smile cascading on the child's face and he held up his hands. Squall lifted the child in his arms and held him tight. 'I love Quistis. Nothing will ever change that. Even if our hearts really belong to other people, we belong to each other.' He stared at the child drifting to sleep in his arms. 'Plus, you can't love the dead.'