Oblivious
A/N: Don't worry Punky Gal, I'll get to Chapter 30 by the end of the summer...I hope. LoL! Now that I'm letting out some other ideas that have been cramming the writing storage space, more ideas for the Silent Series have been coming out. Anyway, here's Chapter 2! Don't worry! This will not be as long as Silent Screams. LOL!
Chapter 2
"You look beautiful, Quistis!" Selphie exclaimed. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the nonexistent priestess twirl in her outfit. "Those pinks and reds look great on you. Especially in that cherry blossom design! Oh Quistis! You're so lucky!"
"Lucky? Hardly...I have to put up this one big façade all the while trying to catch some assassin. I can't believe that someone would try and kill Laguna." Quistis rolled her hair up into a small bun letting two strands down in the front. She turned and faced Selphie who handed her the adorning piece: a small headdress with cherry blossom flowers matching her dress blooming slightly from the top. Quistis took it from Selphie and placed it on top of her head, trying to adjust to the weight of it. "How can Priestesses do this?"
"Lots and lots of practice! And you only have half a day!" Selphie giggled out. "Now, what exactly are you going to be doing?"
Quistis shrugged and turned around seeing if Selphie approved. She giggled and nodded her head with glee. "Well, I'll be watching over everyone. Since I'm a Priestess, I'll be able to go into places that SeeDs aren't, such as the conference room. I'll also be able to listen into gossip. Plus, this gives good reason for why SeeD are there."
"To protect the Priestess!"
Quistis nodded. Ever since the end of the Sorceress Wars, more and more white mages, or Priestesses, were being found. They started refugees across the world and took care of the sick and mangled. "This is going to be difficult though. The latest letter Laguna had received stated that the assassin would be at the ball. I'm going to have to suspect everyone."
There was a knock on the door and Selphie darted to let whomever in. Irvine popped his head into the door and smiled at Selphie. "Is Quistis ready?"
Selphie grinned nodded her head, opening the door fully. Irvine walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. "Hey, Irvine," Quistis said while adjusting her headdress in the mirror. Irvine stood there, gawking all the while. She smoothed the dress over her legs and turned around. "What?" she asked as she saw his mouth hanging open.
Selphie began to go into an uproar of laughter. "He's drooling!" Irvine shook his head and grinned over at Selphie.
"Why wouldn't I? Look at her!" Quistis glared at the both of them and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the suitcases that rest on her bed and lifted them both up. Irvine rushed over to her side and quickly snatched them from her hands. He noted that her nails were longer than before and painted a light pink. "Allow me, Priestess."
She glared again and walked out the door, her dress trailing behind her. She bumped into someone with a strong chest and she stood there for a second before looking into the gray blue eyes of Squall. "Sorry, mi...Quistis?"
He was shocked. Quistis had caused the one person she least expected to be shocked. She smiled softly and blinked. "Yes?"
"You look...different." He patted his hand on her shoulder and walked past her into her room. Her long eyelashes pointed down towards the ground. She shook her head and continued on walking. She saw Cid waiting for her at the end of the hallway and she quickly walked up to him.
"Quistis! My, my, my! You look astounding!" She nodded her head and began to walk with him. "Now, you understand what you must do. You are to act like a Priestess and spy on everyone. Contact me every night with information and delete suspects day by day. You only have one week until the big night, Quistis. I pray that you'll be able to do this."
Quistis smiled. "Of course I will, Cid. This is easy compared to everything else. Squall and Irvine are just my assistants or will they be helping on the search?"
"They will be helping, but mainly your assistants. You have your story down, correct?" Cid walked into the new air base that was installed for the Ragnarok. Quistis followed right by his side.
"Of course. I am Priestess Masako of Balamb. I started my refuge just after the Sorceress War mainly for the children of Balamb. Once they reach thirteen years of age, I send them to Balamb Garden." Cid paused and looked at her.
"This'll be easy, Quistis. I know you can do this. Just be careful of the other headmasters."
Quistis looked at him oddly. "Why? They're all new so they won't recognize me."
"Yes, but all the headmasters and many of the cities' delegates disagree with the Priestesses ways of refuge. They believe orphans should go to the Gardens instead of these refuge camps."
Quistis nodded her head and smiled as her two assistants came with her four bags as well as their own. "Jeez, Quistis, did you bring the entire arsenal?" Irvine muttered out as he reached the cargo den of the Ragnarok.
"I would've carried them, Irvine, if someone didn't snatch them out of my hand." Squall placed her two bags and then his single bag into the cargo den and walked right up into the breech.
Irvine trotted next to her and smiled. "We're all ready. Lets go!"
~*~
Quistis sat there patiently. They expected to take half a day to reach Esthar, especially with Irvine's piloting. Squall was no where to be found. Quistis assumed it was to talk to Rinoa. She prayed the 'princess' wouldn't be there. Quistis sat in the co-pilot's seat watching the sunset come as they soared through the sky. "Beautiful, huh?" Irvine said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yea. I wish the sunsets at Balamb were this pretty. I mean...look at all those reds and pinks." Irvine nodded his head, his cinnamon bangs dropping in front of his face.
"Too bad it's all pollution, huh?" Quistis nodded her head solemnly and continued to watch the clouds float by.
She finally spoke her thoughts. "Do you think Rinoa's coming?"
Irvine turned his head slightly to her, shrugging. "Doubt it. She is still a cadet in Galbadia."
Quistis nodded her head. Unlike Irvine, Rinoa wasn't granted immediate SeeD status after the Sorceress War. Quistis sighed, playing with the fake cherry blossom flowers on her headdress. She was lucky that the real Balamb priestess gave her all her dress wear. She would've never thought a priestess had to wear so much clothing. Squall walked into the cockpit, taking a seat behind Irvine. "Everything going smoothly?"
"Yup. We'll be there in a few hours. Quistis, you're really lucky."
She turned and looked at Irvine. "Why is that?"
Squall stood up and stretched and sat back down. "You get to go to a great ball and be accompanied by two very handsome and single men." She rolled her eyes and looked at Squall who just shrugged. Irvine laughed loudly at his own joke.
"You two have to start calling me Priestess or Priestess Masako."
Squall shrugged. "I don't like it..."
"Get used to it. Its the Balamb Priestess' real name."
Irvine turned and smiled at Quistis as the sun began to set on her face. The cherry blossom headdress and the cherry blossoms on her dress blended into the sky of reds and pinks. He sat there in pure awe.
A/N: Don't worry Punky Gal, I'll get to Chapter 30 by the end of the summer...I hope. LoL! Now that I'm letting out some other ideas that have been cramming the writing storage space, more ideas for the Silent Series have been coming out. Anyway, here's Chapter 2! Don't worry! This will not be as long as Silent Screams. LOL!
Chapter 2
"You look beautiful, Quistis!" Selphie exclaimed. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the nonexistent priestess twirl in her outfit. "Those pinks and reds look great on you. Especially in that cherry blossom design! Oh Quistis! You're so lucky!"
"Lucky? Hardly...I have to put up this one big façade all the while trying to catch some assassin. I can't believe that someone would try and kill Laguna." Quistis rolled her hair up into a small bun letting two strands down in the front. She turned and faced Selphie who handed her the adorning piece: a small headdress with cherry blossom flowers matching her dress blooming slightly from the top. Quistis took it from Selphie and placed it on top of her head, trying to adjust to the weight of it. "How can Priestesses do this?"
"Lots and lots of practice! And you only have half a day!" Selphie giggled out. "Now, what exactly are you going to be doing?"
Quistis shrugged and turned around seeing if Selphie approved. She giggled and nodded her head with glee. "Well, I'll be watching over everyone. Since I'm a Priestess, I'll be able to go into places that SeeDs aren't, such as the conference room. I'll also be able to listen into gossip. Plus, this gives good reason for why SeeD are there."
"To protect the Priestess!"
Quistis nodded. Ever since the end of the Sorceress Wars, more and more white mages, or Priestesses, were being found. They started refugees across the world and took care of the sick and mangled. "This is going to be difficult though. The latest letter Laguna had received stated that the assassin would be at the ball. I'm going to have to suspect everyone."
There was a knock on the door and Selphie darted to let whomever in. Irvine popped his head into the door and smiled at Selphie. "Is Quistis ready?"
Selphie grinned nodded her head, opening the door fully. Irvine walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. "Hey, Irvine," Quistis said while adjusting her headdress in the mirror. Irvine stood there, gawking all the while. She smoothed the dress over her legs and turned around. "What?" she asked as she saw his mouth hanging open.
Selphie began to go into an uproar of laughter. "He's drooling!" Irvine shook his head and grinned over at Selphie.
"Why wouldn't I? Look at her!" Quistis glared at the both of them and rolled her eyes. She walked over to the suitcases that rest on her bed and lifted them both up. Irvine rushed over to her side and quickly snatched them from her hands. He noted that her nails were longer than before and painted a light pink. "Allow me, Priestess."
She glared again and walked out the door, her dress trailing behind her. She bumped into someone with a strong chest and she stood there for a second before looking into the gray blue eyes of Squall. "Sorry, mi...Quistis?"
He was shocked. Quistis had caused the one person she least expected to be shocked. She smiled softly and blinked. "Yes?"
"You look...different." He patted his hand on her shoulder and walked past her into her room. Her long eyelashes pointed down towards the ground. She shook her head and continued on walking. She saw Cid waiting for her at the end of the hallway and she quickly walked up to him.
"Quistis! My, my, my! You look astounding!" She nodded her head and began to walk with him. "Now, you understand what you must do. You are to act like a Priestess and spy on everyone. Contact me every night with information and delete suspects day by day. You only have one week until the big night, Quistis. I pray that you'll be able to do this."
Quistis smiled. "Of course I will, Cid. This is easy compared to everything else. Squall and Irvine are just my assistants or will they be helping on the search?"
"They will be helping, but mainly your assistants. You have your story down, correct?" Cid walked into the new air base that was installed for the Ragnarok. Quistis followed right by his side.
"Of course. I am Priestess Masako of Balamb. I started my refuge just after the Sorceress War mainly for the children of Balamb. Once they reach thirteen years of age, I send them to Balamb Garden." Cid paused and looked at her.
"This'll be easy, Quistis. I know you can do this. Just be careful of the other headmasters."
Quistis looked at him oddly. "Why? They're all new so they won't recognize me."
"Yes, but all the headmasters and many of the cities' delegates disagree with the Priestesses ways of refuge. They believe orphans should go to the Gardens instead of these refuge camps."
Quistis nodded her head and smiled as her two assistants came with her four bags as well as their own. "Jeez, Quistis, did you bring the entire arsenal?" Irvine muttered out as he reached the cargo den of the Ragnarok.
"I would've carried them, Irvine, if someone didn't snatch them out of my hand." Squall placed her two bags and then his single bag into the cargo den and walked right up into the breech.
Irvine trotted next to her and smiled. "We're all ready. Lets go!"
~*~
Quistis sat there patiently. They expected to take half a day to reach Esthar, especially with Irvine's piloting. Squall was no where to be found. Quistis assumed it was to talk to Rinoa. She prayed the 'princess' wouldn't be there. Quistis sat in the co-pilot's seat watching the sunset come as they soared through the sky. "Beautiful, huh?" Irvine said, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yea. I wish the sunsets at Balamb were this pretty. I mean...look at all those reds and pinks." Irvine nodded his head, his cinnamon bangs dropping in front of his face.
"Too bad it's all pollution, huh?" Quistis nodded her head solemnly and continued to watch the clouds float by.
She finally spoke her thoughts. "Do you think Rinoa's coming?"
Irvine turned his head slightly to her, shrugging. "Doubt it. She is still a cadet in Galbadia."
Quistis nodded her head. Unlike Irvine, Rinoa wasn't granted immediate SeeD status after the Sorceress War. Quistis sighed, playing with the fake cherry blossom flowers on her headdress. She was lucky that the real Balamb priestess gave her all her dress wear. She would've never thought a priestess had to wear so much clothing. Squall walked into the cockpit, taking a seat behind Irvine. "Everything going smoothly?"
"Yup. We'll be there in a few hours. Quistis, you're really lucky."
She turned and looked at Irvine. "Why is that?"
Squall stood up and stretched and sat back down. "You get to go to a great ball and be accompanied by two very handsome and single men." She rolled her eyes and looked at Squall who just shrugged. Irvine laughed loudly at his own joke.
"You two have to start calling me Priestess or Priestess Masako."
Squall shrugged. "I don't like it..."
"Get used to it. Its the Balamb Priestess' real name."
Irvine turned and smiled at Quistis as the sun began to set on her face. The cherry blossom headdress and the cherry blossoms on her dress blended into the sky of reds and pinks. He sat there in pure awe.