The contents in Quistis's arms all fell to the floor as she gaped in
silence at the blonde man who lay before her.
"S...Seifer?!"
The ex-knight raised his head and looked at her from his bed, his trademark smirk across his face. "Instructor! How nice of you to stop by for a visit!"
"I....what?...How?!"
Seifer sat up a bit. "Well, you see...it started when I stopped by the training center to see if I could fi-.."
She cut him off, finding the ability to put together complete sentences. "Seifer, what are you doing here?!"
"What do you mean, 'what am I doing here'? Incase you didn't get the memo, I'm back!" he said with an even wider smirk across his face.
Quistis crossed her arms as she spoke, glaring at him apprehensively. "But how'd you get readmitted into Garden after everything you did?! I can't believe Headmaster Cid would let you back in so easily."
Seifer looked her over a bit before replying. "Well, it took a bit of persuading on Matron's part. She told Cid that it'd be best for all their 'children' to be back together, and that I deserved another chance."
The former instructor sighed. "This is unbelievable. Well, how long have you been back?"
"Got back yesterday, about," he checked his watch, "four o'clock. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to skip the interrogation. I've got some wounds to be mended to." He looked at her expectantly.
She put her hand to her forehead. "Right, right." Quistis bent down to pick up the bandages and antibiotics from the floor.
Seifer sat upright in his bed, and carefully removed his signature grey trench coat. He grimaced as he slid the left sleeve off.
Quistis walked over to him cautiously. She wasn't quite sure she trusted him, but she was kind of glad he was back...not that she'd admit it to anyone, though.
She helped him pull the trench coat the rest of the way off, as well as his vest, and looked at his arms and chest. "Oh Hyne, Seifer. Those are bad. This might take a while."
He grunted. "Ya' don't have to tell me twice." He looked over his upper body. "Damn T-Rexaurs. Stupid things shouldn't be kept in a friggin' school."
"Well, maybe they're for the more experienced fighters who know what they're doing, and amateurs like you shouldn't waste your time trying to fight them. Stick to grats, Almasy." she said with a slight smirk upon her face as she readied the antibiotics.
"What do you mean 'inexperienced'?! I could kick your ass any day!" He suddenly looked rather agitated.
"Relax, Seifer. I was kidding." She laughed a bit, remembering how short his temper was.
"Yeah, whatever. Hurry up with that shit, I'm not here 'cause these things tickle." He said with a gesture towards his wounds.
Quistis placed a bit of antibiotic on the tip of her finger and moved cautiously towards him, rather scared to touch him.
Seifer noticed her uneasiness, and his face softened. "Look Quistis, I'm not gonna bite you or anything. You don't have to be scared of me, I won't hurt you."
"No, I..I didn't mean-"
He cut her off. "I've already got everybody else actin' all weird around me, I figured maybe you would be the only one to not weird out on me, but I guess I was wrong." He looked away from her, apparently hurt by the fact that she was afraid of him.
Quistis immediately regretted her inconsiderate gesture. "Seifer, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, but can you blame me? It's a little hard not to be afraid of you after that whole Ultimecia ordeal." She started to rub the medication along Seifer's wounds. Only then, did he turn around.
"You know, you don't have to. I could do it myself if it's so terrifying to touch me."
"Oh shut up, Almasy." She said with a smirk. "Your kind-hearted sentiment made me change my mind."
He laughed a bit and said with a smile, "Yeah, just don't tell anybody I can be nice. It'd ruin my reputation."
Quistis smiled. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."
[Author's Notes]: Thanks to those of you who reviewed Chapter 1, it means a lot! I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 2, and Chapter 3 should be up shortly!
"S...Seifer?!"
The ex-knight raised his head and looked at her from his bed, his trademark smirk across his face. "Instructor! How nice of you to stop by for a visit!"
"I....what?...How?!"
Seifer sat up a bit. "Well, you see...it started when I stopped by the training center to see if I could fi-.."
She cut him off, finding the ability to put together complete sentences. "Seifer, what are you doing here?!"
"What do you mean, 'what am I doing here'? Incase you didn't get the memo, I'm back!" he said with an even wider smirk across his face.
Quistis crossed her arms as she spoke, glaring at him apprehensively. "But how'd you get readmitted into Garden after everything you did?! I can't believe Headmaster Cid would let you back in so easily."
Seifer looked her over a bit before replying. "Well, it took a bit of persuading on Matron's part. She told Cid that it'd be best for all their 'children' to be back together, and that I deserved another chance."
The former instructor sighed. "This is unbelievable. Well, how long have you been back?"
"Got back yesterday, about," he checked his watch, "four o'clock. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to skip the interrogation. I've got some wounds to be mended to." He looked at her expectantly.
She put her hand to her forehead. "Right, right." Quistis bent down to pick up the bandages and antibiotics from the floor.
Seifer sat upright in his bed, and carefully removed his signature grey trench coat. He grimaced as he slid the left sleeve off.
Quistis walked over to him cautiously. She wasn't quite sure she trusted him, but she was kind of glad he was back...not that she'd admit it to anyone, though.
She helped him pull the trench coat the rest of the way off, as well as his vest, and looked at his arms and chest. "Oh Hyne, Seifer. Those are bad. This might take a while."
He grunted. "Ya' don't have to tell me twice." He looked over his upper body. "Damn T-Rexaurs. Stupid things shouldn't be kept in a friggin' school."
"Well, maybe they're for the more experienced fighters who know what they're doing, and amateurs like you shouldn't waste your time trying to fight them. Stick to grats, Almasy." she said with a slight smirk upon her face as she readied the antibiotics.
"What do you mean 'inexperienced'?! I could kick your ass any day!" He suddenly looked rather agitated.
"Relax, Seifer. I was kidding." She laughed a bit, remembering how short his temper was.
"Yeah, whatever. Hurry up with that shit, I'm not here 'cause these things tickle." He said with a gesture towards his wounds.
Quistis placed a bit of antibiotic on the tip of her finger and moved cautiously towards him, rather scared to touch him.
Seifer noticed her uneasiness, and his face softened. "Look Quistis, I'm not gonna bite you or anything. You don't have to be scared of me, I won't hurt you."
"No, I..I didn't mean-"
He cut her off. "I've already got everybody else actin' all weird around me, I figured maybe you would be the only one to not weird out on me, but I guess I was wrong." He looked away from her, apparently hurt by the fact that she was afraid of him.
Quistis immediately regretted her inconsiderate gesture. "Seifer, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, but can you blame me? It's a little hard not to be afraid of you after that whole Ultimecia ordeal." She started to rub the medication along Seifer's wounds. Only then, did he turn around.
"You know, you don't have to. I could do it myself if it's so terrifying to touch me."
"Oh shut up, Almasy." She said with a smirk. "Your kind-hearted sentiment made me change my mind."
He laughed a bit and said with a smile, "Yeah, just don't tell anybody I can be nice. It'd ruin my reputation."
Quistis smiled. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."
[Author's Notes]: Thanks to those of you who reviewed Chapter 1, it means a lot! I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 2, and Chapter 3 should be up shortly!