(Chapter 5 is already written and Chapter 6 is half done. So no long waits for a bit!)
"What have you done with Seifer?" Quistis Trepe
"Needed elsewhere To remind us of the shortness of our time Tears laid for them Tears of love, Tears of fear Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows Oh, Lord why The angel fall first"
Nightwish "Angels Fall First"
Darkness. It was everywhere... everything. Concealing many secrets, some of which were dangerous. Deadly. Threatening to consume Quistis Trepe's sanity. Eating away at her mind slowly - but surely. This void of nothingness she was now in was far from normal. Far from anything she had ever known. She couldn't see where she was, but she was trapped. The air was thick, moist and cool. It felt as if she were drowning of lack of fresh air. The surface under her barefeet was rouch and slippery. From experience she could safely assume she was in an old abandoned rock tunnel, moss covered. However, there was no light in this darkness. No beacon of hope. Only complete and utter darkness.
Loneliness. It ate away at her. She missed her friends, she long to hear their voices, to see their faces. But they weren't here. They were not hidden within the darkness. She was alone. Isolated. Abandoned. But why? Were they looking for her? How'd she end up here? None of it made any sense at all. A headache pounded behind her temple making it impossible to concentrate on any one thing for too long, though one question played over and over again. "Where am I?"
"Close to hell." Came the reply. Though the voice of her captor didn't sound fierce nor threatening. No, almost innocent. She realized. The fact that she was alone in the darkness slowly faded. She knew the voice of the boy whom had spoke. But where from? Where had she heard it before? Instead of asking whom he was she let her surprise at the location come out.
"What?"
"Never been to hell myself..." the boy said, ignoring her question. Though that wasn't the worst bit. She was remembering. Remembering what had happened shortly before she slipped into the darkness. Fear. Fear began to settle in her heart, though this time, not for herself.
The demon winds. The boy. Seifer.
Did he... She shook her head, No... She couldn't think such morbid thoughts. Seifer had been through worse then a fight with a child. He wouldn't be killed off so easily, besides, he was too stubborn to die. Everyone knew that.
"What have you done with Seifer?" She asked. Hoping beyond hope that he was alright. Though why did she care so much? It wasn't like they were friends. Heck, he could't even stand her. Still. He had been her student and she had always hoped that he'd open up to her about something. Anything. Maybe that would never happen now.
"Is that his name?"
Anger washed over the usually cool and collect Quistis. She struggled to stand only to find that her body must have weight a thousand tonnes. She couldn't move. Tears of anger built up inside her blue eyes and her fragile body began to shake in anger. "What. Have. You. Done. With. Him." She said, making sure every word was perfectly clear to the not-so-innocent child.
"Nothing much." Came the reply. "He'll be a little sore for a while, but he's alive."
Relief washed over her and she closed her eyes, leaning back further into the hard rock. Thank the Gods...
"Has she woken up yet?"
Was that? It couldn't be... She knew that voice. Clear as day. Though why would Seifer be in the darkness? Wait, there was murmuring. The sounds of someone else whom seemed familiar though she couldn't place them. "Seifer?"
"Interesting..." the boy commented. "Very interesting..."
"What is?" She asked, confused as to what could be so dn interesting.
"Your bond with the boy."
Bond? What bond? However, before she could question him, two strong hands gripped her shoulders and began to shake her, Seifer's commmanding voice breaking the darkness as he shouted at her "Wake up dnit!" And with that, the world came back to her. Light. Sound. Colour. It was all back.
Seifer walked down the streets of Balamb by himself. The atmosphere back at the hotel room was far to cramped and stuffy for his tastes. He needed fresh air so that he could think straight. He didn't want to dwell upon death or injuries. Sure, his body ached, but he's had worse in his lifetime.
Why out of all the damn people there are in this place did Fujin have to bring back Squall? He thought bitterly to himself. It was no secret that the two of them weren't friends, more like arch enemies. Many people wondered why Seifer hated Squall so much, but if they'd only look a little deeper, it wouldn't be that hard to see. Gunblade master. Girl of his dreams. Liked despite having an attitude. Natural born leader. Good looking. Everyone trusted him. As for Seifer... all he had was Fujin and Rajin.
Yes, he envied the SeeD. Why shouldn't he? Squall was everything that Seifer could only hope to become one day. Not that he wanted to be Squall. No, he was quite content with being Seifer. He only wished more people could see that Seifer wasn't a cold heartless bastard like they all seemed to see him as.
Then there was that boy. That god-dned kid whom had attacked Quistis for seemingly no reason and then he had fought with him. The kid may have seemed innocent but Seifer had a feeling there was more to him then meets the eye. After all, innocence is not what one needed to possess to be ithat/i strong. It was unnatural. Seifer, whoms been fighting for just about his entire life was defeated by a boy. The worst of it all? Was the kid was holding back. He was iplaying/i with Seifer and Seifer knew it.
"dn him." Seifer muttered. Turning the corner to the street and heading back to the hotel. He was worried for Quistis. They had given her the hi-potion but she still didn't seem to wake up. Her injuries healed and yet still she was out like a light. Why? What did that kid do to her?
"Besides, even if you manage to evade me today, it won't matter, the seed has been planted and she'll come willingly... sooner or later." The boys voice sounded in his head. Mocking him. What god-damned seed? Seeds were for plants, not making people unconcious. Why did the bad guys always feel the need to speak in riddles anyways? There was no point in do so unless they wished to annoy the daylights out of Seifer, and in that case, it was working!
As he walked back into the unbreaking silence of his room, where everyone either stood or sat waiting... waiting for someone to break the silence. Waiting for Quistis to wake up. Waiting for some sort of explanation which wouldn't come... just waiting... Seifer rolled his emerald eyes in disgust. Doing them all a favor and breaking the silence with a pointless question. "Has she woken up yet?" He could tell just by the looks on their faces that she hadn't.
"No." Rinoa said softly, looking down at her hands. "I-is she going to be alright?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Seifer asked irritably.
"Seifer..." Everyone's attention shot to the pale, unconcious form of Quistis Trepe whom laid in his bed. She had spoken.
"Bought damn time." Seifer grumped. Before realizing that she was still out of it. Still oblivious to the world around her. And it was getting annoying. He placed two strong hands upon Quistis' shoulders and shook her frail body hard. "Wake up dnit!"
"Seifer!"
Rinoa had called out horrified as Squall moved forwards, off his wall and grabbed Seifer by the shoulder, forcing him away from Quistis. Anger shone in his dark eyes as the SeeD dared Seifer to attack him. Seifer merely shot the same glare back with equal intensity.
Seconds seemed like minutes as the two men stood, watching each other before Seifer muttered "Fvck this." and turned to leave the hotel room again. However, he had only made it to the door before movement caught his eye. The sheets in his bed moved and fell as Quistis Trepe sat up, brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at the scene around her.
Chapter Dedication: CWolf2 because they were first to reply to me on FFN for this story, why else?
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