AN: Haha!! I meant 'tomorrow' by Monday, not Saturday! I just never really
realized that 'tomorrow' would be a Saturday, not a Monday. Oops... I don't
know why I keep doing that... Sorry!!
Things had calmed down considerably, and current times found Miranda and Quistis sitting side by side on their bed. Quistis, who was still red in the eyes from all that crying, sat quietly, absentmindedly shredding apart the tissue she had in her hands. Miranda stared into space, also silent, but deep in thought. Finally,
"So-"
"You-"
They both stopped, waiting for the other to speak, but neither of them did. Sighing, Miranda gestured for Quistis to speak, but Quistis shook her head, so Miranda decided to go ahead with it.
"You wanted to find out more about me?"
Quistis nodded.
"Alright, what d'you want to know first?"
Quistis blinked, surprised that Miranda would start up the explaining so easily.
"How... How about just your basic facts."
"Like?"
"Name, birthday, age..."
"My name's Miranda Kaynard. I'm 15. My birthday's March 19th. Blood type's A. I was born in Canada."
Quistis had a blank look on her face.
"I'm... I know this'll sound stupid, but I'm not from here."
"You just said you were from Canada."
"I mean I'm not from here. As in this world."
A pause.
"And no, I'm not an alien, ok?" Miranda added, with a wry smile.
Quistis couldn't help but smile back, however slightly.
"I... I don't know how to explain it. Do you know anything about Maidens?"
"Maidens? Aren't maidens basically women who haven't married, a female who carries the air of virginity and innocence?"
"Maiden with a capital M Quistis."
"Oh."
Silence.
"No."
"How 'bout Maidens of Time?"
"Erm, nope."
"Well, quoting my mother. The Maidens of Time are young women who have the responsibility of saving worlds in different worlds, in different time periods, from Sorceresses who have gone over to the dark side. Every generation has its own Maiden, each Maiden gives birth to a little girl who will then become the next Maiden."
"Saving different worlds from Sorceresses who've gone over to the dark side?"
"Mm hm. According to my mother."
"Sorceress? There's only one Sorceress here. Rinoa."
"You mean your friend who splattered me with mashed potato?"
"Yeah. Rinoa Heartilly."
"Ha. A Sorceress who attacks a Maiden with mashed potato. Quistis, she can hardly be the one who will endanger the world and throw it into a massive tangle of darkness."
"Hey! Rinoa can be dangerous when she wants to be! Just ask Squall, he can..."
Quistis trailed off, realizing that what she was saying was completely irrelevant. Clearing her throat, she smiled sheepishly at Miranda.
"Anyway. I'm a Maiden. From a different time frame, different world, different everything."
"What about you and your toy Gunblade from when you were little?"
"My mother knew I would have had to come. She knew a long time ago, so she prepared me."
"Oh."
"It's complicated Quistis, I know. I guess it's kinda hard to accept that I'm from a completely different world, a parallel universe, really."
Quistis was quiet.
"So I guess that's it for basic facts."
Quistis looked up all of a sudden, then vigorously shook her head.
"Nope, what about your favourite things?"
"My... my favourite things?"
"Yeah, like your favourite colour, or your favourite food, stuff like that."
"Um, my favourite colour's black," Quistis scoffed at this, but Miranda continued nonetheless, "and I don't have a favourite food or drink. I like video games and reading, but I don't have time for either of them. And... And..."
"Yes?"
"I can't think of anything else."
Quistis frowned.
"You can't think of anything else, or are you unwilling to tell me more?"
"I seriously can't think of anything else!"
"Right."
"Look, I had a bad childhood, alright? The only thing I learned to care for was my mother. She's not here anymore, what's the use of liking anything else? In simpler terms, I learned not to like anything. Or actually, rephrase that. I lost the ability to like anything else."
Quistis stared dumbly at her.
"What... What about... Us?" Quistis whispered.
'Oh SHIT.'
"That's not what I meant Quistis, I meant that-"
"What about us?!"
"Quistis! Listen!"
"WHAT ABOUT US?!"
'Shit, she's in hysterics...'
"QUISTIS!"
Quistis seemed to jump in shock, and promptly snapped out of it.
"Quistis, listen, that's NOT what I meant. I meant that I don't know how to like frivolous things, not important things."
"Now I'm a frivolous thing."
"Quistis, you know that's not what I meant! Stop twisting my words, would you?"
"Then why don't you just say it outright?!"
Miranda glared at Quistis. If only she knew how painful it was, if only Quistis could understand the pain, if only she could feel it like how Miranda did.
"I... I can't."
"You can't."
"No, I can't. I hope you can understand that."
"Well, news flash, I don't."
"Fuck this Quistis! You're calling me a selfish bitch, well take a look at yourself right now why don't you?!"
Miranda had stood up suddenly, towering over Quistis' sitting form, seething with rage. The anger that had developed halfway into Quistis' little explosion had managed to stay in her, but with each moment passing, it threatened to overflow, and now it had just exploded.
"You think I don't want to like things?! You think I LIKE being some cold, distant bitch? I lost my MOTHER, get that into your fucking brain! She was more than just my mother Quistis, she was my life. I lived for her, I LIVED for her, and she's GONE!! How do you think I feel?! But then you came along, and you seemed different from the others, you opened me up, you thawed me out, and I... I... I loved you Quis, I really did. But I guess you're not that different, I guess maybe you're just the same as the rest of the world. I thought I'd learned to love again. You brought the colour back into my life, when my mother made it all grey. And I really did love you, I really thought you loved me back. But I guess maybe it was just a little crush. I'm not worth it for you, am I Quistis. I'm just this stupid little girl who fell in love with little Miss Perfect, and got flung away. I had so many shields, so many walls to protect me. I'd been hurt too much, first Avy, then my mother. I had built defences to protect myself, and you managed to lower them all, and now you push me aside, when I'm all tender and soft. It's all the old hurt back again Quistis, ALL of it. It's ALL BACK."
Tears were streaming down Miranda's cheeks as she spoke. Everything she'd been suppressing, everything she'd tried to hide, it was all rushing forth. Quistis could only stare, horrified, at Miranda, realizing what she'd done, what she'd evoked.
"I'm... I'm so sorry."
Quistis reached up with a tentative hand, and grasped Miranda's. Miranda did nothing to resist.
"I don't not care Miranda. You know I love you, but... It's just..."
The memory of Squall's rejection of her was still fresh in her memory.
"I know." Miranda whispered, her voice hoarse.
"You... You know?"
"Commander Leonhart. I know."
Quistis gazed, stunned, at Miranda.
"I know. I... When you saved me with that spell, you kind of transferred some of your memories into me. I mean, more like copy and pasted. Part of you, it's in me."
Quistis stood up, and gazed down into Miranda's eyes. Guilt welled up inside of her. Here was this little girl who'd lost so much, had felt so much pain, and all she was asking was that Quistis would try to understand her pain, and yet, Quistis refused to do so. But on the other hand, Miranda understood Quistis' pain, and Quistis felt so guilty for that. Sighing, she pulled Miranda closer, and wrapped her arms around the small, shaking form.
"I'm so sorry Miranda, I truly am."
AN: Miranda is one screwed up, emotionally unstable little girl, non? Lol. I'm sorry. I had had this great idea for this chapter, but I kind of lost it after I went to school for exam review and was traumatized. Sigh. So I made up stuff and did some spontaneous writing, which is bad by the way, cuz I NEVER do that, but hey, I promised a chapter some time soon, and this does kind of convey Miranda's inner feelings, though they don't really make any sense... But hey, thanks so much for your review Evrae, you're totally right about that mood swing thing. And as for your confusion, you'll get that cleared up as the story unfolds. Lol, btw, you really made me feel young and insignificant (well, not really...), cuz you're gonna be a senior next year, and I've only just finished grade 9! Haha!!
Things had calmed down considerably, and current times found Miranda and Quistis sitting side by side on their bed. Quistis, who was still red in the eyes from all that crying, sat quietly, absentmindedly shredding apart the tissue she had in her hands. Miranda stared into space, also silent, but deep in thought. Finally,
"So-"
"You-"
They both stopped, waiting for the other to speak, but neither of them did. Sighing, Miranda gestured for Quistis to speak, but Quistis shook her head, so Miranda decided to go ahead with it.
"You wanted to find out more about me?"
Quistis nodded.
"Alright, what d'you want to know first?"
Quistis blinked, surprised that Miranda would start up the explaining so easily.
"How... How about just your basic facts."
"Like?"
"Name, birthday, age..."
"My name's Miranda Kaynard. I'm 15. My birthday's March 19th. Blood type's A. I was born in Canada."
Quistis had a blank look on her face.
"I'm... I know this'll sound stupid, but I'm not from here."
"You just said you were from Canada."
"I mean I'm not from here. As in this world."
A pause.
"And no, I'm not an alien, ok?" Miranda added, with a wry smile.
Quistis couldn't help but smile back, however slightly.
"I... I don't know how to explain it. Do you know anything about Maidens?"
"Maidens? Aren't maidens basically women who haven't married, a female who carries the air of virginity and innocence?"
"Maiden with a capital M Quistis."
"Oh."
Silence.
"No."
"How 'bout Maidens of Time?"
"Erm, nope."
"Well, quoting my mother. The Maidens of Time are young women who have the responsibility of saving worlds in different worlds, in different time periods, from Sorceresses who have gone over to the dark side. Every generation has its own Maiden, each Maiden gives birth to a little girl who will then become the next Maiden."
"Saving different worlds from Sorceresses who've gone over to the dark side?"
"Mm hm. According to my mother."
"Sorceress? There's only one Sorceress here. Rinoa."
"You mean your friend who splattered me with mashed potato?"
"Yeah. Rinoa Heartilly."
"Ha. A Sorceress who attacks a Maiden with mashed potato. Quistis, she can hardly be the one who will endanger the world and throw it into a massive tangle of darkness."
"Hey! Rinoa can be dangerous when she wants to be! Just ask Squall, he can..."
Quistis trailed off, realizing that what she was saying was completely irrelevant. Clearing her throat, she smiled sheepishly at Miranda.
"Anyway. I'm a Maiden. From a different time frame, different world, different everything."
"What about you and your toy Gunblade from when you were little?"
"My mother knew I would have had to come. She knew a long time ago, so she prepared me."
"Oh."
"It's complicated Quistis, I know. I guess it's kinda hard to accept that I'm from a completely different world, a parallel universe, really."
Quistis was quiet.
"So I guess that's it for basic facts."
Quistis looked up all of a sudden, then vigorously shook her head.
"Nope, what about your favourite things?"
"My... my favourite things?"
"Yeah, like your favourite colour, or your favourite food, stuff like that."
"Um, my favourite colour's black," Quistis scoffed at this, but Miranda continued nonetheless, "and I don't have a favourite food or drink. I like video games and reading, but I don't have time for either of them. And... And..."
"Yes?"
"I can't think of anything else."
Quistis frowned.
"You can't think of anything else, or are you unwilling to tell me more?"
"I seriously can't think of anything else!"
"Right."
"Look, I had a bad childhood, alright? The only thing I learned to care for was my mother. She's not here anymore, what's the use of liking anything else? In simpler terms, I learned not to like anything. Or actually, rephrase that. I lost the ability to like anything else."
Quistis stared dumbly at her.
"What... What about... Us?" Quistis whispered.
'Oh SHIT.'
"That's not what I meant Quistis, I meant that-"
"What about us?!"
"Quistis! Listen!"
"WHAT ABOUT US?!"
'Shit, she's in hysterics...'
"QUISTIS!"
Quistis seemed to jump in shock, and promptly snapped out of it.
"Quistis, listen, that's NOT what I meant. I meant that I don't know how to like frivolous things, not important things."
"Now I'm a frivolous thing."
"Quistis, you know that's not what I meant! Stop twisting my words, would you?"
"Then why don't you just say it outright?!"
Miranda glared at Quistis. If only she knew how painful it was, if only Quistis could understand the pain, if only she could feel it like how Miranda did.
"I... I can't."
"You can't."
"No, I can't. I hope you can understand that."
"Well, news flash, I don't."
"Fuck this Quistis! You're calling me a selfish bitch, well take a look at yourself right now why don't you?!"
Miranda had stood up suddenly, towering over Quistis' sitting form, seething with rage. The anger that had developed halfway into Quistis' little explosion had managed to stay in her, but with each moment passing, it threatened to overflow, and now it had just exploded.
"You think I don't want to like things?! You think I LIKE being some cold, distant bitch? I lost my MOTHER, get that into your fucking brain! She was more than just my mother Quistis, she was my life. I lived for her, I LIVED for her, and she's GONE!! How do you think I feel?! But then you came along, and you seemed different from the others, you opened me up, you thawed me out, and I... I... I loved you Quis, I really did. But I guess you're not that different, I guess maybe you're just the same as the rest of the world. I thought I'd learned to love again. You brought the colour back into my life, when my mother made it all grey. And I really did love you, I really thought you loved me back. But I guess maybe it was just a little crush. I'm not worth it for you, am I Quistis. I'm just this stupid little girl who fell in love with little Miss Perfect, and got flung away. I had so many shields, so many walls to protect me. I'd been hurt too much, first Avy, then my mother. I had built defences to protect myself, and you managed to lower them all, and now you push me aside, when I'm all tender and soft. It's all the old hurt back again Quistis, ALL of it. It's ALL BACK."
Tears were streaming down Miranda's cheeks as she spoke. Everything she'd been suppressing, everything she'd tried to hide, it was all rushing forth. Quistis could only stare, horrified, at Miranda, realizing what she'd done, what she'd evoked.
"I'm... I'm so sorry."
Quistis reached up with a tentative hand, and grasped Miranda's. Miranda did nothing to resist.
"I don't not care Miranda. You know I love you, but... It's just..."
The memory of Squall's rejection of her was still fresh in her memory.
"I know." Miranda whispered, her voice hoarse.
"You... You know?"
"Commander Leonhart. I know."
Quistis gazed, stunned, at Miranda.
"I know. I... When you saved me with that spell, you kind of transferred some of your memories into me. I mean, more like copy and pasted. Part of you, it's in me."
Quistis stood up, and gazed down into Miranda's eyes. Guilt welled up inside of her. Here was this little girl who'd lost so much, had felt so much pain, and all she was asking was that Quistis would try to understand her pain, and yet, Quistis refused to do so. But on the other hand, Miranda understood Quistis' pain, and Quistis felt so guilty for that. Sighing, she pulled Miranda closer, and wrapped her arms around the small, shaking form.
"I'm so sorry Miranda, I truly am."
AN: Miranda is one screwed up, emotionally unstable little girl, non? Lol. I'm sorry. I had had this great idea for this chapter, but I kind of lost it after I went to school for exam review and was traumatized. Sigh. So I made up stuff and did some spontaneous writing, which is bad by the way, cuz I NEVER do that, but hey, I promised a chapter some time soon, and this does kind of convey Miranda's inner feelings, though they don't really make any sense... But hey, thanks so much for your review Evrae, you're totally right about that mood swing thing. And as for your confusion, you'll get that cleared up as the story unfolds. Lol, btw, you really made me feel young and insignificant (well, not really...), cuz you're gonna be a senior next year, and I've only just finished grade 9! Haha!!