A/N: Uh-oh...I'm starting to get a little bit of a brain fart for Silent Cries and this. But, I shall not do what I did a year ago and totally abandon it. To all my faithful reviewers, there will be probably four or maybe five one shot stories. Those stories shall include: Quirvine, Quall, Quell, Seiftis, and Selvine. I never did a Selvine before, so I dunno how that one is gonna turn out. I might make it angst ridden 'cause I didn't really like that couple all too much. I dunno, I think that Selphie should be with someone who will 'worship' her, such as Zell. But that's me personally. I know a lot of people like Selvines, so I intend to write one to the best of my abilities. Eh to hell with it, I'll make a Zelphie as well! But remember, they will be ONE-SHOTS so make sure that you review them...please?

On with the story! I'm considering ending the whole ball thing short, that way I can get on with the romance...

Chapter Seven

Victoria walked over to the Priestess table, putting out her cigarette in a glass of water that was placed at the front of the table. Everyone looked at her, waiting for her to cough. Quistis shrugged and turned back to the table. "She's our best chance, but it didn't sound like a voice disguise machine."

Squall shrugged and grinned at Irvine. "Maybe she's a he."

Irvine sputtered out his orange juice, glaring at Squall. "Oh ha ha, mister funny man."

Quistis shook her head and stood up. "Excuse me, but I'm going to talk to Laguna really quick."

Irvine and Squall both nodded their heads and went to arguing with Rinoa sitting there looking sullen. Quistis walked away and towards the main table, walking over to Laguna. "Priestess Masako!" he announced.

She bowed her head and smiled. "May I talk to you in private?"

He stood up, holding his hands up to Kiros and Ward, walking alongside of Quistis and out of the dining area. "What's up?" he asked.

"I got a call this morning. From the assassin." Laguna looked frightened. "He told me to back off of him and that he has my place wired."

"Then we'll get you a new room!"

Quistis shook her head, the cherry blossoms shaking along. "No. He has the place monitored and would notice the change. I believe that it has to be someone from Esthar, considering we all checked the place to see if it was bugged. Estharian technology is the only undetectable kind."

"So are you saying its someone from the inside? I really doubt that..."

Quistis sighed. "I believe that the assassin is a smoker, and definitely male. It's highly possible that he's from either Esthar or from a Garden."

"If he is from Esthar," Laguna asked, "then why would he be trying to assassinate me?"

Quistis paused for a moment and continued to talk. "It could be that the fact you're helping Galbadia. Maybe someone doesn't want that."

"We did a poll, though, and got one hundred percent positive results to go ahead and help Galbadia, causing them to be put into debt to us so we can take advantage of that fact later."

Quistis looked at Laguna. Despite the fact of his old age and...less than average brain mass, he was quite smart. "True."

He laughed. "Then again, we had to do a recount."

She scratched that last thought out of her mind. "Well, it would be essential if I was able to look at all monitors."

Laguna nodded his head and turned a corner. "The monitors are straight down there. Just tell the guards the password."

She blinked as he spun around. "And that is?"

"Soup and water."

Quistis shrugged and walked down the corridor and straight towards three guards. "Password, ma'am," the first one spoke out.

She blinked and shrugged once more. "Soup and water."

The first one nodded and moved out of the way, the other two opening the doors. She walked in and stared blankly at the twenty monitors on the wall. She walked over to the control panel, touching a button to cause the screen divided into twenty screens to go into one. It was the dining hall. She took the joystick and spun it around a bit, seeing Irvine sitting at the table alone. A woman was sitting next to him. She was a delegate due to the fact she had no headdress on. She wore a long blue dress with a large slit on her side, showing her cross leg. Irvine was doing nothing but simply eating his breakfast.

Quistis felt a soft flutter in her heart as she saw him shake his head and the woman stand up, marching away. She shrugged and clicked on the number 'five' button, showing a new area. She looked around and sighed. It was the courtyard that has yet to be used. It looked as if they were setting up for the final night, which was in a day. She spun the camera around some, seeing an oddly familiar blonde haired man.

"Seifer?" she whispered out.

She zoomed in on the man that looked familiar, seeing him take a drag on a cigarette and toss it to the ground. He lifted his arm and coughed into the crevasse of his elbow, then pulled his arm away and went back to working on the stage. Quistis blinked and zoomed in closer. He spun around, looking directly where the camera was. Sure enough, there was the identical scar to Squall's.

Quistis raced out of the room, her heels clicking on the lush carpet. She ran into the dining area and looked at her table, seeing Irvine sitting there. She rushed over to him, sliding into her chair. "Whoa!" he called out, looking a bit shocked at her heavy breathing. "What's up?"

"Where's Squall?" she barked out.

"He went up to the room with Rinoa. She said she left something..."

Before he could finish, Quistis grabbed his arm and yanked him away from his food. She raced up the steps, Irvine having to skip a step just to keep up with her. She raced down the hallway and opened the door, seeing Rinoa close in on Squall. Irvine walked in, shutting the doors behind him. Rinoa and Squall turned and looked at Quistis, Squall absentmindedly turning red. "I know who it is..."

Rinoa blinked. "Who?"

Quistis breathed in some, walking over to the mini-fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and gulping a few sips down. "Ok, there's the whole fact that this person is against the joining of Galbadia and Esthar. Both sides want to do this. The Priestesses are here to get in on a piece of the action considering how much work they do around the globe."

"Well?" Squall asked.

"I was looking in the camera room and I saw Seifer here. Why the hell would Seifer be here?" she asked. Squall, Irvine, and Rinoa stood there opened mouthed. "He's trained to understand all technology. I saw him smoking and coughing. He can get access to any room."

"Why?" Rinoa asked.

"Because, he's one of the workers here that sets up everything! All what we have to do now is catch him in the action..."

Rinoa frowned. "He killed my uncle though!"

Squall frowned and patted Rinoa on the back. "We have no clue how he died. Irvine and I will look into that. Rinoa, it's best if you join your father. Quistis, do you wanna stay here?"

She let out a hard and bitter laugh. "Alone?"

Squall frowned. "Seifer won't come in here."

Quistis laughed bitterly. "Now he will. It slipped my mind while I was talking to you guys that he has this place wired!"

Irvine frowned and stepped up. "Squall, you go on ahead. I'll stay here with Quistis."

Squall frowned as well, the same old jealousy flaring in his heart. "You sure?" he asked abruptly.

Irvine nodded his head. "Yea. You know more about forensics anyway."

Squall shrugged and walked over to his suitcase. Rinoa walked up to Quistis, smiling brightly. "Thanks, Quistis." She wrapped her arms around her and hugged Quistis tightly. She waved to Irvine and walked out of the room and walking down the hall. Squall grabbed a small white suitcase and nodded his head to his comrades and left as well.

Quistis turned around, her cherry blossoms dipping in her face.

"So...why'd you do this?" she immediately asked.

He shrugged and walked over to the couch. "Laziness, really. I don't feel like poking a dead guy, either."

Quistis placed all her weight on her left foot while she extended, and started to tap, her right foot, crossing her arms. "Really?"

"Yup. Hey...shut up...the rerun of Degrassi is on..."