A/N: I have to feed some of you other than the Silent Series readers.
Chapter Four
Quistis...or Masako...sat there patiently as Irvine chattered on about how great the food was. Many of the Priestesses sat there aghast by how Irvine chewed with his mouth open, making sloshing cow noises. Quistis cringed as she heard him mutter a thing or two about guns and how he was to assassinate the Sorceress Edea. Many of the Priestesses blinked slowly, obviously annoyed by the chatter.
Quistis gently stomped on his foot, causing him to yelp some. "Ow!"
Priestess Miyoko looked up, shocked by the sound. "Are you ok?" she asked in her pure voice.
He smiled and winked. "Of course. Just amazed by your beauty, Priestess. I wasn't able to speak right, thus biting my tongue."
She giggled softly. Priest Douglas looked up and blinked at Quistis. "So, Douglas, which city are you from?"
He smiled, finally being able to shine. "Dollet. Its rough, but I love the city. You must love Balamb!"
Quistis smiled politely. "It's nice. Very nice and clean as well."
Victoria lifted a fork up with a bit of salad on, slowly putting it into her mouth. After she swallowed, she began to talk. "So, who has heard of the assassination attempts?"
Quistis' ears perked up as Alexia grinned. "I heard that supposedly it's a priestess sending them. But I very much doubt that. I, personally, think that it might be Caraway. Galbadia has always had an issue with Esthar."
Victoria grinned as well. "I think it might even be that sorceress brat. Tell me, Masako, why is your SeeD bodyguard talking to her?"
All eyes turned to her and her cherry blossom clothing. "Oh, well...that is his ex-girlfriend I believe. I saw them walking down the streets of Balamb together before, and fighting."
Irvine grinned. "Everyone knows that she still loves him. He's too moody for her though," Irvine muttered out.
"Isn't he the son of the President?" Miyoko asked.
Irvine nodded his head. He felt a sharp heal pound into his foot. "Ow!"
"What's it this time, since you're not chewing like a cow?" Victoria snubbed.
Irvine began to blush. "I get this...cramp. Especially when I talk to beautiful ladies." Miyoko and Alexia began to blush and giggle.
oooooooooooo
Quistis walked in, removing her headdress. Irvine followed her with Miyoko trailing behind. "Irvine, you're going to dance with me tonight, correct?"
He turned around, flashing her his ever-charming grin. "Of course! That is, if it's ok with Priestess Masako. I think she might be turning in early."
"Oh pish-posh! Masako, please let him come out and dance? I promise you I won't keep him out too long!"
Quistis turned and looked at the petite blonde. "Sure."
She grinned and grabbed Irvine's arm, yanking him from the room. He pulled his arm back, holding up his finger. He walked over to Quistis, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You gonna be ok? I mean...you looked upset all through dinner."
"Yea, fine," she bitterly spoke. Irvine patted her shoulder and left the room. She heard the door click shut and she sighed, collapsing on the bed. Irvine was right, it felt as if the entire bed was made of feather down. She smiled softly, snuggling into the softness.
"No! I will not dance with you, Rinoa!" a deep voice bellowed out. Quistis opened her eyes, bitterness filling them.
"Pleeeease, Squall? It's been ages since we last dance!" a voice called out.
"No! Now Rinoa, go back to the dance, ok? I'm going to bed!"
He opened the door and slammed it shut, holding his ears with his hands. He heard the faint clicking of heels and sighed, leaning against the door. He looked up at the bed, seeing Quistis' dress. He walked over to the bed, whispering, "Did we wake you?"
"No. I wasn't sleeping," she bitterly spoke. Squall threw his hands up.
"Why is everyone so bitter today? First Rinoa, now you! What the hell!" he bellowed out. Quistis turned in the bed and sat up, holding her head.
"Please, Squall. Stop yelling!" She sighed and picked up the phone, quickly dialing Cid's private line. Cid picked up. "Hi Cid."
"Any clues?"
"None. High Priestess Victoria is a tad bitter towards the delegates, and Rinoa. But that's expected, correct? I don't think it's a priestess, Cid. Someone mentioned today that it might be Caraway for the soul fact that Galbadia hates Esthar."
"That could be. When you find out more information, please, call me."
Quistis hung up the phone, rubbing her temples slowly. Squall sat on the edge of the bed. "Am I that easily hated?"
"What?" Quistis asked, stopping the rubbing. "What are you talking about?"
"Caraway hates me, pretty much all the Priestesses hate me, all the delegates hate me. Am I that easily hated?"
Quistis answered quickly. "Yes." He turned and gave her an odd look. "I'm not going to lie to you, Squall. You are hard to get along with. You have such a cold exterior and a gloomy outlook that people's first reaction is to hate you."
Squall nodded his head. "That makes sense. I don't like being hated, though."
"Why are you telling me this?" Quistis asked abruptly.
Squall shrugged. "I know you'll tell me the truth. That and I think I totally ruined any chances of being with Rinoa."
Quistis sighed, laying her head down on Squall's back. "Does it really matter if you get her back?"
Squall shrugged, feeling the weight of Quistis' head. "Just a little. I mean...Rinoa made me happy."
"Did she make you happy, or forced you to be happy?" Quistis asked. She knew Squall all too well. When he opened up like this, he believed whatever was told to him.
"I...guess she forced me to be happy. But me being happy made others seem to like me so much more!"
Quistis rolled her eyes. "I didn't like you more when you faking happiness. I like it when you show your genuine happiness, which, yes is rare, but so much more pleasing."
Squall raised his hand and patted her head. "Thanks, Quis, I know I can always trust my sis."
Squall stood up and walked to the bathroom after grabbing his bag. "I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed, ok?"
"Sure..."
"You ok? You seem upset," he announced, finally.
Quistis was ready to tell him she didn't like being his 'sis' and wanted to be his. "Nothing. Just tired is all."
Squall shrugged and closed the bathroom door. Quistis fell against the pillows, covering her face with one, muttering the words, "Stupid! Stupid! Should have told him!"
She heard the water running. Thoughts sprang to her mind. 'He's naked in there. My oh my...naked...Squall...'
She entered a dream like state, feeling her hormones raging inside of her. She could just imagine him lifting her up, ripping off the cherry blossom dress, kissing her bodice covered breasts and cleavage, grabbing at her thighs. She could see him lifting her up from her bottom, swinging her around and around, grinding against her.
Her thoughts were broken by a loud pounding noise against the door. "Arg!" she bellowed out.
A/N: Sorry...I was listening to Tweet's "Oops (Oh My)." Sexual, yes...yes. I may throw in a lemon only because classy, yet senseless, lemons cause Kirie to be one happy camper. :) I won't do anything TOO raunchy, I swear! But just you wait for the priestess' dance coming up in the next few chapters! ;)
Chapter Four
Quistis...or Masako...sat there patiently as Irvine chattered on about how great the food was. Many of the Priestesses sat there aghast by how Irvine chewed with his mouth open, making sloshing cow noises. Quistis cringed as she heard him mutter a thing or two about guns and how he was to assassinate the Sorceress Edea. Many of the Priestesses blinked slowly, obviously annoyed by the chatter.
Quistis gently stomped on his foot, causing him to yelp some. "Ow!"
Priestess Miyoko looked up, shocked by the sound. "Are you ok?" she asked in her pure voice.
He smiled and winked. "Of course. Just amazed by your beauty, Priestess. I wasn't able to speak right, thus biting my tongue."
She giggled softly. Priest Douglas looked up and blinked at Quistis. "So, Douglas, which city are you from?"
He smiled, finally being able to shine. "Dollet. Its rough, but I love the city. You must love Balamb!"
Quistis smiled politely. "It's nice. Very nice and clean as well."
Victoria lifted a fork up with a bit of salad on, slowly putting it into her mouth. After she swallowed, she began to talk. "So, who has heard of the assassination attempts?"
Quistis' ears perked up as Alexia grinned. "I heard that supposedly it's a priestess sending them. But I very much doubt that. I, personally, think that it might be Caraway. Galbadia has always had an issue with Esthar."
Victoria grinned as well. "I think it might even be that sorceress brat. Tell me, Masako, why is your SeeD bodyguard talking to her?"
All eyes turned to her and her cherry blossom clothing. "Oh, well...that is his ex-girlfriend I believe. I saw them walking down the streets of Balamb together before, and fighting."
Irvine grinned. "Everyone knows that she still loves him. He's too moody for her though," Irvine muttered out.
"Isn't he the son of the President?" Miyoko asked.
Irvine nodded his head. He felt a sharp heal pound into his foot. "Ow!"
"What's it this time, since you're not chewing like a cow?" Victoria snubbed.
Irvine began to blush. "I get this...cramp. Especially when I talk to beautiful ladies." Miyoko and Alexia began to blush and giggle.
oooooooooooo
Quistis walked in, removing her headdress. Irvine followed her with Miyoko trailing behind. "Irvine, you're going to dance with me tonight, correct?"
He turned around, flashing her his ever-charming grin. "Of course! That is, if it's ok with Priestess Masako. I think she might be turning in early."
"Oh pish-posh! Masako, please let him come out and dance? I promise you I won't keep him out too long!"
Quistis turned and looked at the petite blonde. "Sure."
She grinned and grabbed Irvine's arm, yanking him from the room. He pulled his arm back, holding up his finger. He walked over to Quistis, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You gonna be ok? I mean...you looked upset all through dinner."
"Yea, fine," she bitterly spoke. Irvine patted her shoulder and left the room. She heard the door click shut and she sighed, collapsing on the bed. Irvine was right, it felt as if the entire bed was made of feather down. She smiled softly, snuggling into the softness.
"No! I will not dance with you, Rinoa!" a deep voice bellowed out. Quistis opened her eyes, bitterness filling them.
"Pleeeease, Squall? It's been ages since we last dance!" a voice called out.
"No! Now Rinoa, go back to the dance, ok? I'm going to bed!"
He opened the door and slammed it shut, holding his ears with his hands. He heard the faint clicking of heels and sighed, leaning against the door. He looked up at the bed, seeing Quistis' dress. He walked over to the bed, whispering, "Did we wake you?"
"No. I wasn't sleeping," she bitterly spoke. Squall threw his hands up.
"Why is everyone so bitter today? First Rinoa, now you! What the hell!" he bellowed out. Quistis turned in the bed and sat up, holding her head.
"Please, Squall. Stop yelling!" She sighed and picked up the phone, quickly dialing Cid's private line. Cid picked up. "Hi Cid."
"Any clues?"
"None. High Priestess Victoria is a tad bitter towards the delegates, and Rinoa. But that's expected, correct? I don't think it's a priestess, Cid. Someone mentioned today that it might be Caraway for the soul fact that Galbadia hates Esthar."
"That could be. When you find out more information, please, call me."
Quistis hung up the phone, rubbing her temples slowly. Squall sat on the edge of the bed. "Am I that easily hated?"
"What?" Quistis asked, stopping the rubbing. "What are you talking about?"
"Caraway hates me, pretty much all the Priestesses hate me, all the delegates hate me. Am I that easily hated?"
Quistis answered quickly. "Yes." He turned and gave her an odd look. "I'm not going to lie to you, Squall. You are hard to get along with. You have such a cold exterior and a gloomy outlook that people's first reaction is to hate you."
Squall nodded his head. "That makes sense. I don't like being hated, though."
"Why are you telling me this?" Quistis asked abruptly.
Squall shrugged. "I know you'll tell me the truth. That and I think I totally ruined any chances of being with Rinoa."
Quistis sighed, laying her head down on Squall's back. "Does it really matter if you get her back?"
Squall shrugged, feeling the weight of Quistis' head. "Just a little. I mean...Rinoa made me happy."
"Did she make you happy, or forced you to be happy?" Quistis asked. She knew Squall all too well. When he opened up like this, he believed whatever was told to him.
"I...guess she forced me to be happy. But me being happy made others seem to like me so much more!"
Quistis rolled her eyes. "I didn't like you more when you faking happiness. I like it when you show your genuine happiness, which, yes is rare, but so much more pleasing."
Squall raised his hand and patted her head. "Thanks, Quis, I know I can always trust my sis."
Squall stood up and walked to the bathroom after grabbing his bag. "I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed, ok?"
"Sure..."
"You ok? You seem upset," he announced, finally.
Quistis was ready to tell him she didn't like being his 'sis' and wanted to be his. "Nothing. Just tired is all."
Squall shrugged and closed the bathroom door. Quistis fell against the pillows, covering her face with one, muttering the words, "Stupid! Stupid! Should have told him!"
She heard the water running. Thoughts sprang to her mind. 'He's naked in there. My oh my...naked...Squall...'
She entered a dream like state, feeling her hormones raging inside of her. She could just imagine him lifting her up, ripping off the cherry blossom dress, kissing her bodice covered breasts and cleavage, grabbing at her thighs. She could see him lifting her up from her bottom, swinging her around and around, grinding against her.
Her thoughts were broken by a loud pounding noise against the door. "Arg!" she bellowed out.
A/N: Sorry...I was listening to Tweet's "Oops (Oh My)." Sexual, yes...yes. I may throw in a lemon only because classy, yet senseless, lemons cause Kirie to be one happy camper. :) I won't do anything TOO raunchy, I swear! But just you wait for the priestess' dance coming up in the next few chapters! ;)