Quistis strode out of Cid's office, muttering furiously under her breath.
Before she knew it, she had run headfirst into someone.
"What the hell?" Quistis burst before she could think properly.
"Very nicely put Instructor." came a familiar voice.
There was Miranda, smirking. For some reason, the smirk seemed to dissipate Quistis' anger, and she couldn't help herself but smile back. There was a moment's silence, before,
"You should smile more often. You look really pretty when you do."
Quistis looked up in surprise, but Miranda showed no sign of embarrassment. She simply walked on in long strides, staring straight ahead.
"Err, thank you..."
They walked on in silence.
"So, where are we going Instructor?" Miranda asked.
Quistis thought for a couple of moments.
"Do you know where your dorm room is?"
"I thought I was sleeping in your room."
For once in her entire life, Quistis Trepe stood there, utterly lost for words. Finally, when she could get her vocal cords to work again, only one word came out.
"What?"
Inside, Quistis was seething. No-one, no-one in the entire world, had ever been able to make Quistis, the one and only Quistis Trepe, say a mere, stupid 'what?' in response to something they said. Never. It just wasn't considered possible. Quistis Trepe was a child prodigy. A SeeD at 15, Instructor at 17, word loss wasn't something that existed in her life. And yet, here was this young girl, someone who didn't even mean to embarrass Quistis, making her resort to having to say 'what'.
"I said, I thought I was sleeping in your room. Isn't the Garden full right now?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, it is. I forgot..."
Miranda simply arched an eyebrow at Quistis, but made no comment.
"Did, did the Headmaster mention anything about rooming?" Quistis finally asked.
Miranda shook her head. Quistis sighed when she remembered that Cid had told her that this entire ordeal was in her hands.
"Well, then, since the Garden is operating at full, you will have to share a room with your Instructor."
Miranda merely replied, "Don't talk in third person, it's weird."
* * *
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KNOCK
"Miranda, get the door." Quistis called from the bathroom.
Grumbling, Miranda walked over to the door and opened it.
"Omigosh! Who're you?"
To be greeted by the pint-sized embodiment of hyperness itself, Selphie Tilmitt.
"Are you looking for Instructor Trepe?"
Selphie nodded, and promptly began peering this way and that, looking for Quistis.
"She's in the bathroom." Miranda said simply before walking back to the couch and sitting down, leaving the door wide open.
Selphie let herself in and shouted, "QUISTY!!!! I'M IN YOUR DORM!!"
"Yeah Selph, thanks for letting me and the rest of this Garden know." was the reply.
Selphie giggled sheepishly for a couple of moments, before fully realizing that Miranda was in the room.
"Hey!! What're you doin' in here?! This is Quisty's room, get out you stranger!"
Miranda glared daggers at Selphie and scathingly replied, "What, did your Mommy tell you not to talk to strangers?"
Selphie's lower lip wobbled dangerously.
"QUISTY!!!! THERE'S A STRANGE GIRL IN YOUR ROOM WHO'S MAKING FUN OF MEEEE!!"
At that precise moment, Quistis burst out of the bathroom.
"Selphie Tilmitt! Calm down and shush up! Cadet Miranda, you should know better than to taunt a full rank SeeD like Miss Tilmitt here. Apologize immediately."
If looks could kill, Quistis Trepe would have been lying in her grave and having her funeral at that precise moment.
"Miranda..." Quistis ground out.
"Fine. Sorry." Miranda snapped. She whipped around, went into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.
"Feisty, that one is." Selphie said before giggling, "So Quisty, what's up?"
"Nothing much. Well, besides the fact that the Cadet you called feisty is getting personal tutored by none other than me. Other than that, nothing's up."
And Quistis watched, amused, as Selphie fell off of the couch she was currently preoccupying.
"You mean, you're tutoring her?!" she squealed.
"That's the main idea Selph."
"You have to be kidding. Omigosh!! Wait till I tell Rinoa!"
With that, Selphie rushed out of Quistis' dorm, leaving her sitting on the couch, dumbfounded. Within moments of Selphie's abrupt departure, the bathroom door creaked open.
"She gone?"
Quistis turned and saw Miranda sticking her head out from behind the bathroom door, glaring at Quistis.
"Yes. She is."
Miranda stalked out and sat down on the couch, on the side farthest away from Quistis. Noticing this, Quistis smiled.
"You know, you don't have to stay away from me, I won't bite."
Miranda eyed her warily, as though afraid that she would bite, getting a light laugh out of Quistis.
"So, what about my classes?"
"What about your classes?" Quistis returned as she reached for the remote control and switched on her TV.
Miranda turned to watch the news.
"Miranda?"
"I mean, what's going to happen? When do they start?"
"I've got an idea, how about you explain to me what's going on."
Miranda turned to look at Quistis.
"I told you before, I'm not going to give you anymore information other than that my name is Miranda. Don't ask Instructor. Please."
"Well, then as my role as your Instructor, I demand that you tell me what I need to know."
"Which is nothing." Miranda snarled.
"Excuse me? You cannot talk like that to a superior! I am using my rank here, and I want answers!"
Miranda glared at Quistis. Quistis merely returned the glare with just as much intensity. Finally, the expression on Miranda's face softened, and she responded.
"Look Instructor, my past and my personal information isn't something that I can freely give out. If I had my way, you would have known everything from the start. Heck, if I had my way, I wouldn't even be here. But as I don't have things my way, I can only tell you that I can't tell you anything, because it'll endanger you, and it just might endanger everyone else in the world."
A soft, pleading look completed what Miranda said.
Quistis sighed and replied, "Then can you tell me when the time is right and I won't get endangered by the information?"
Miranda allowed herself to smile softly for a brief moment.
"Of course Instructor."
Quistis grinned.
"Please, call me Quistis, I'm your personal tutor, more like a friend, not like a regular Instructor. Call me Quistis."
"Alright Quistis."
"Want some lunch?"
AN: Sorry that the thing's been going so slow. I've got this great scene developed in my head and everything, I just can't post it yet because the story hasn't developed that far. So, I need opinions. D'you want me to just skip the introductory stuff and get into the scene, or d'you want me to do everything thoroughly? It's all up to the readers, and I thank everyone for their reviews. Luv y'all.
"What the hell?" Quistis burst before she could think properly.
"Very nicely put Instructor." came a familiar voice.
There was Miranda, smirking. For some reason, the smirk seemed to dissipate Quistis' anger, and she couldn't help herself but smile back. There was a moment's silence, before,
"You should smile more often. You look really pretty when you do."
Quistis looked up in surprise, but Miranda showed no sign of embarrassment. She simply walked on in long strides, staring straight ahead.
"Err, thank you..."
They walked on in silence.
"So, where are we going Instructor?" Miranda asked.
Quistis thought for a couple of moments.
"Do you know where your dorm room is?"
"I thought I was sleeping in your room."
For once in her entire life, Quistis Trepe stood there, utterly lost for words. Finally, when she could get her vocal cords to work again, only one word came out.
"What?"
Inside, Quistis was seething. No-one, no-one in the entire world, had ever been able to make Quistis, the one and only Quistis Trepe, say a mere, stupid 'what?' in response to something they said. Never. It just wasn't considered possible. Quistis Trepe was a child prodigy. A SeeD at 15, Instructor at 17, word loss wasn't something that existed in her life. And yet, here was this young girl, someone who didn't even mean to embarrass Quistis, making her resort to having to say 'what'.
"I said, I thought I was sleeping in your room. Isn't the Garden full right now?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, it is. I forgot..."
Miranda simply arched an eyebrow at Quistis, but made no comment.
"Did, did the Headmaster mention anything about rooming?" Quistis finally asked.
Miranda shook her head. Quistis sighed when she remembered that Cid had told her that this entire ordeal was in her hands.
"Well, then, since the Garden is operating at full, you will have to share a room with your Instructor."
Miranda merely replied, "Don't talk in third person, it's weird."
* * *
KNOCK
KNOCK
"Miranda, get the door." Quistis called from the bathroom.
Grumbling, Miranda walked over to the door and opened it.
"Omigosh! Who're you?"
To be greeted by the pint-sized embodiment of hyperness itself, Selphie Tilmitt.
"Are you looking for Instructor Trepe?"
Selphie nodded, and promptly began peering this way and that, looking for Quistis.
"She's in the bathroom." Miranda said simply before walking back to the couch and sitting down, leaving the door wide open.
Selphie let herself in and shouted, "QUISTY!!!! I'M IN YOUR DORM!!"
"Yeah Selph, thanks for letting me and the rest of this Garden know." was the reply.
Selphie giggled sheepishly for a couple of moments, before fully realizing that Miranda was in the room.
"Hey!! What're you doin' in here?! This is Quisty's room, get out you stranger!"
Miranda glared daggers at Selphie and scathingly replied, "What, did your Mommy tell you not to talk to strangers?"
Selphie's lower lip wobbled dangerously.
"QUISTY!!!! THERE'S A STRANGE GIRL IN YOUR ROOM WHO'S MAKING FUN OF MEEEE!!"
At that precise moment, Quistis burst out of the bathroom.
"Selphie Tilmitt! Calm down and shush up! Cadet Miranda, you should know better than to taunt a full rank SeeD like Miss Tilmitt here. Apologize immediately."
If looks could kill, Quistis Trepe would have been lying in her grave and having her funeral at that precise moment.
"Miranda..." Quistis ground out.
"Fine. Sorry." Miranda snapped. She whipped around, went into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.
"Feisty, that one is." Selphie said before giggling, "So Quisty, what's up?"
"Nothing much. Well, besides the fact that the Cadet you called feisty is getting personal tutored by none other than me. Other than that, nothing's up."
And Quistis watched, amused, as Selphie fell off of the couch she was currently preoccupying.
"You mean, you're tutoring her?!" she squealed.
"That's the main idea Selph."
"You have to be kidding. Omigosh!! Wait till I tell Rinoa!"
With that, Selphie rushed out of Quistis' dorm, leaving her sitting on the couch, dumbfounded. Within moments of Selphie's abrupt departure, the bathroom door creaked open.
"She gone?"
Quistis turned and saw Miranda sticking her head out from behind the bathroom door, glaring at Quistis.
"Yes. She is."
Miranda stalked out and sat down on the couch, on the side farthest away from Quistis. Noticing this, Quistis smiled.
"You know, you don't have to stay away from me, I won't bite."
Miranda eyed her warily, as though afraid that she would bite, getting a light laugh out of Quistis.
"So, what about my classes?"
"What about your classes?" Quistis returned as she reached for the remote control and switched on her TV.
Miranda turned to watch the news.
"Miranda?"
"I mean, what's going to happen? When do they start?"
"I've got an idea, how about you explain to me what's going on."
Miranda turned to look at Quistis.
"I told you before, I'm not going to give you anymore information other than that my name is Miranda. Don't ask Instructor. Please."
"Well, then as my role as your Instructor, I demand that you tell me what I need to know."
"Which is nothing." Miranda snarled.
"Excuse me? You cannot talk like that to a superior! I am using my rank here, and I want answers!"
Miranda glared at Quistis. Quistis merely returned the glare with just as much intensity. Finally, the expression on Miranda's face softened, and she responded.
"Look Instructor, my past and my personal information isn't something that I can freely give out. If I had my way, you would have known everything from the start. Heck, if I had my way, I wouldn't even be here. But as I don't have things my way, I can only tell you that I can't tell you anything, because it'll endanger you, and it just might endanger everyone else in the world."
A soft, pleading look completed what Miranda said.
Quistis sighed and replied, "Then can you tell me when the time is right and I won't get endangered by the information?"
Miranda allowed herself to smile softly for a brief moment.
"Of course Instructor."
Quistis grinned.
"Please, call me Quistis, I'm your personal tutor, more like a friend, not like a regular Instructor. Call me Quistis."
"Alright Quistis."
"Want some lunch?"
AN: Sorry that the thing's been going so slow. I've got this great scene developed in my head and everything, I just can't post it yet because the story hasn't developed that far. So, I need opinions. D'you want me to just skip the introductory stuff and get into the scene, or d'you want me to do everything thoroughly? It's all up to the readers, and I thank everyone for their reviews. Luv y'all.