AN: Wow! So last chap was short as crazy.. sorry. I wrote it last night at like 12. lol.So yeah. Im still putting off the paper. o well.

Frost: Yeah I think this was a better chap myself. More so like themselfs. I killed myself and started the game over again to gte a better understaning of the charactors... im soo stupid. I noticed that Squall in the first disk talks to Seifer and Quistis the most. Hmmm. ANY ways I thought the bathrom thing was a good idea. This chapter is a little more... somber. Quistis has a umm I cant say.. just read. lol.

Lady Pyrefly: I do use a spell check, but I tend to write them at like 1 in the morring soo.. Plus I'm dyslexic. Not like I use that as an excuse but there is a reason why. I don't always get all of them. I hate Rinoa.. (soryr if you like her but again if you read my other stories you know I love Quistis/Squall Quistis/Seifer and Squall/Seifer) No prob! I love speaking my mind about things.. -

Midgetgem: Am I updaing quickly? I hope so lol! Im glad you like it and you Review my chapies! Lol. Hope you like this one too!

Chapter: Four; Why the pain?

Quistis walked back out onto the veranda lighting up another cigarette. The rain had picked up again, and now her shirt was becoming see-through. Not like she cared. Her head hurt. Sighing she hoped the cigarette would help. It didn't. Squall meant alot to her. He always had. She was there when he needed, and even saved his life once or twice. Though she couldn't really remeber when he was there for her. Taking her eyes away from the sky she looked at the cigarette in her gloved hand. That was the one thing she never took off, her gloves. Finishing off her cigarette she threw it off into the stromy night. The long stormy night. It's not like she disliked being with Squall, nor the kiss he had so sweetly placed on her lips, but she hated how he would not answer her questions. Taking one last look up at the sky she turned and walked back into the 'house'.

Quistis must have been crazy at the moment because she thought she saw Squall smile at her. "Want a new shirt?"

"Do I have to answer any more questions?"

"No." Squall walked back to his dresser and shifted through his things.

Quistsi walked up behind him and watched him file through everything. "That yours?"

Squall had found a small black tank top. "Rinoas." Somehow she always left something in his room.

"Can I wear it?" Squall handed the small top to Quistis and a pair of his sleeping pants. "Thanks. I'll go in the bathroom, can you go into the living room?"

Squall nodded and did as he was asked. Something tweaked him. Rinoa was a smaller girl than Quistis, some how he didn't think Quistis could fit into the top the same way Rinoa did. Sighing he placed himself on the sofa and watched the flame dance. Fire wasn't really his thing. He always saw himself as an ice person, and Quistis, she was like earth. She was soild, warm, and at times unforgiving. He like the fact that she cared when no one would, that she was there for him. Sighing he let his body sink inot the sofa.

"Hey. Are you hungery? Mind if I look for something?" Squall looked up to she Quistis standing next to the sofa. The top was tight and showed off her body better than her normal peachy top. Squall gaped a bit at her, but remaind silent. "Squall?" He cocked his head at her. Quistis still had her gloves on.

"Yeah. Food sounds good.." Squall shook his thoughts out of his head and fallowled her into the kitchen. "No power."

Quistis sighed and opened a cupboard. "Not much for a cooker are you?" Squall shook his head no. "That's ok. I can find something that may work." After a few seconds she found a box of something and opened it. "This will work.cereal!" Quistis found the bowls and emptied some out. "Want some?"

Squall nodded and grabbed a bowl. "You eat with your gloves on?" Quistis looked down and nodded. "Kinda hard?"

"Can we not talk about it." Squall nitted his brow but agreed non the less. "Sorry."

Both finished thier food in silence. Neather of them looked at each other. The storm outside carried on and the power did not turn on. Squall's want of Quistis grew as they sat there. It became too much for him to handle. Quistis walked over to the sink and placed her bolw into it, then walkd back into the bedroom. Squall did the same and placed himself next to her.

"Squall?" His back was to her. Gently she wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his body turn rigid. Slowly she pulled away.

"Please don't let go." Quistis froze and held him. Slowly she felt him curl his hands around her arms. Gently she placed her nose in the crook of his neck. Slowly Squall started to peal back her gloves, hoping she was too tired to notice. It work. Looking down he saw her skin had been scared. "Quisty?" Her eyes widened as she looked up into his.

"Squall.."

"You cut yourself?"

"Squall..."

"No. Why do you do this?"

"I..." Quistis tired to pull away but Squall had her.

"Tell me."

"I'd rather talk to a wall." Squall let go of her when she spoke those words. It hurt him to see her like that. In a daze she walked out to the veranda and started smoking again.

"Sorry Quisty." His word were swallowed but the silent room.

G2g! Hope you liked it. Sorry for the fluff. I dont know why but its this story!

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