AN: I'm sorry to all who wish I would get on my ass and write more for other stories. After this I will being working on leather book, then my way out and back again in the loop. Hopefully. Anyways.. O the song Quistis plays is from queen of the damned. it's a combo of secrete passage and night on the beach. For anyone who was wanting to know. No rights to that ether! All bow down to A. Rice!
MafGoldenheart:Yes Seifer did ask for her hand.. But if I tell you then there's no point in reading now.
Stroke-of-death: OO the Thickness that is the plot!
RinnyLeonheart: TY!
Prodigious Techie: Yes he is hot.. And he looks good in start wars.. I'm not 100 sure who I want her with now.. Damned writer's issues!
Matron Raenee: Yay! Seifer is becoming my favorite in this story. He's kinda a bustard but not. Ty.
Four
Quistis cursed as the chamber maid tightened her corset another two inches. After exhaling a long breath the maid pulled it one last time and tied it off. Sighing, or trying to breath, Quistis looked at the silky blue dress. "Anything my lady?" Glaring at the woman Quistis shook her head. Once she was out of the room Quistis turned back to the mirror. "Yeah a bottle of poison for my fiancé."
"Now that's not nice dear.." Quistis turned to find Seifer standing in the door way. "I see you did not say no to your father." Turning back around Quistis poked at her hair. Seifer came up from behind and circled his arms around her, placing kisses on her neck.. "I'm glad to see you have no objections." Closing her eyes, Quistis took a step forward. "Please remove yourself good sir. I am not your wife yet and you will not handle me as such." Seifer swung her around to him. "Be that as if may, you will be my wife, and you will do as I please." Glaring at him, Quistis spat a large wad of spit in his face. "I am not your wife yet."
Pulling herself free, she ran out into the hall, bumping into Zell. "Quisty?" Glaring into the bedroom she stormed down the hall. Pig. That was what Quistis had chosen to call Seifer when she spoke of him. Pig. Fuming with anger, Quistis stormed down to the empty music room. It only took her a second to forget how or why she ended up where she was. Not only did she not know how to get to the ball room, she also had no clue as to what part of the castle she was in.
"Well least no one can bother me." Taking things in fully, Quistis picked up a violin and started to ply. The haunting melody chased it's self around the large room. The high end of the low notes gave off the feeling of sweet loneliness. Each stroke eerily became higher then lower. Gently she dragged the across the string, as if it were painful. With each stroke of the bow, Quistis swayed. Slowly she picked up pace, playing the high notes one at a time, each chasing the other. Sliding up and down the strings, one, two, three, single high notes. Holding onto the last one as if it were the last breath of human life. The back again to the high end of the low notes. Dragging it slightly faster then before, adding a playful bohemian touch to it. Each stroke of the bow playfully hit the stings, plucking at it. Her speed picked up. The faster she played the more energy she forced out of her body. The bow moved faster and faster until it shot of her hands and towards the door.
"You play well. Not traditionally, but well." Quistis turned quickly to find Squall standing in the door way. Raising an eyebrow, she placed the violin down. Closing her eyes, she breathed a sigh and forced a chuckle. "Are you here to send me back to Seifer?" Squall looked at her confused. What did Seifer have to do with anything? "I just over heard you." Quistis forced on a smile and stood from her stool. Nodding she fallowed him down tot he ballroom. There the others were waiting.
"Quisty? Are you ok?" Zell ran over to her. Concern was clearly written all over his face. Nodding she was relieved that Seifer was no where to be seen. "Why wouldn't she Zell?" Princess Rinoa looked at the pair oddly. "Her fiancé should be here soon." Zell looked down at the floor. "Yeah that's right."
"Fiancé.." Squall looked at his sister who only nodded. Huffing a sigh he stalked off into the shadows of the ballroom. "What's his problem?" Selphie turned round to Zell and smiled. "You going to go in with me?" Protesting Zell threw his hands up and shook his head. "NO no.. I umm Quisty here.. Your knight.. Ya see.."
"Not you silly! Irvine." Zell turned around to find Irvine behind him. "O." Irvine nodded and lead Selphie onto the floor. "Thanks for waiting my dear lady Trepe." Quistis turned and glared at Seifer. "I see you still look lovely. Hair's a bit lose but then again, it will be down by later tonight." Quistis glared at him and turned to the doors. "Lets just get through the ball. If you are still breathing then we can talk of other things."
The ball was more than annoying. Seifer forced her to dance with him, and only him for every song that was played. When she finally did brake free of the blond pig, she sought for the solitude of the balcony. Once there she made sure she was well hidden in the shadows. "Quisty?" Damnit all! How the hell did anyone see here?
"Yes Zell." Well Zell was ok. "Can I ask you something?" Quistis turned herself towards him. "You just did." Zell only rolled his eyes and chuckled. It was odd. This was the one person she had known for her whole life, and yet it was still odd to see him so focused. Keeping his eyes on the woods, Zell rested himself on the railing. "How do I tell her I love her?" Quistis almost fell over when he muttered this. Holding all her emotions inside she turned to him slowly. "Well do you know if she shares these feeling for you?" Zell shook his head but keep his eyes looking off. "Well, I think you should just tell her." Zell nodded. Again it was odd to see a childhood friend be so focused on something like this. "I think I will. Thank you Quisty." Zell finally turned to her and hugged her. "I love you."
"WHAT!" Quistis pulled herself back and looked at him wide eyed. "Like a sister. You know that. What do you think I meant?" Quistis looked at him oddly. Ok he was kinda back. "O you thought.. " Zell burst into laughter. "OO Quisty! I'm soo sorry. I guess yeah.." after gasping a bit Zell straightened up the best he could. "So it's not me?"
"No no.. it's princess Ellone. Sorry Quisty. I love you but you're like my sister. Ok?" Quistis let out a small sigh. "Good. I hope she share the same for you." Zell nodded and turned to leave. Just before he reached the door he stopped. "I hope you find your true love soon." Quistis smiled at his back. "Truth, freedom, beauty, and love Quistis. Those are the things that count." Quistis watched him walk back into the ball. "Yes Zell. You are right." Turning back to the exit, Quistis left the ballroom. "Even if it's a first for you."
Trudging to her room, Quistis found Squall in the shadows. It was no surprise. He normally stood sulking in the shadows. But it was the tension in the air that made her stop. "Fiancé?" Quistis turned to him with a quirked eyebrow. She was not sure herself if he really had said it or not. "Prince Squall?" Quistis bowed, showing that her father did bring up a suitable young lady. Squall only grunted. Quistis looked onto him, or what she could see in the small amount of light that hit his face. "Is there something wrong prince Squall?" Slowly those storm eyes looked onto her. Shivers ran down her body. "Seifer." Quistis looked down at the ground. Why did she feel so bad about this. The way Squall said it made her feel dirty. "And what of him?" True it was rude, and rather brash, but where was he to ask? "Fiancé?"
"And if he is?" Quistis refused to look at him. She was not going to back down but she was not going to show how much she really hated that idea. Hearing footsteps she shook it off and headed into her room. He was most likely going to stalk off into his room, but this time he didn't. a strong arm grabbed her. Looking up she found Squall holding her. "Not Seifer." Quistis cocked her head to the side. His voice was cold and warring, but there was something in those storm eyes of his. Closing her eyes she looked away. What did he care of it at all? So what if she was promised to the blond pig of a knight, under the rule of that hyper little girl? What did he care of it all? "You can not marry him."
"And why not?" She was frustrated at him. When he said nothing back Quistis tried to pull free. "You just can't." Looking up she found him staring at the floor. His voice had changed. It sounded all to familiar. "Squall.." He wrenched a her voice. "You promised me." That's when it hit her. "The stone house… the sea.. You.. We.." Squall nodded his eyes still on the floor. Quistis tilted his head up with her free hand. Gently she ran her thumb over his cheek. She remembered now. Not like she really could forget, but your memory does go, how many eighteen year olds remember being four or five? Let alone two or three?
Quistis smiled softly at him. "O Squall.." Gently he pushed her hair back, eyes still glued to the floor. Every slowly his eyes turned to hers. There was something behind them. Something warm, soft, loving? "Stay with me Quisy." Quistis watched as he moved in closer and pressed his lips to hers. She only thought about it for a moment then returned the gentle kiss back.
"Quistis?" Pulling back she turned to find her father. Looking down she stiffened when she heard his foot steeps near. "Quistis you are promised to Sr. Almasy. " Quistis looked over to Squall who was looking at the floor as well. Tears were threatening to brake if she looked up. "Kiros please reconsider this." Squall looked over at Quistis shocked. "Quistis you are already promised to Seifer! I can not go back on what I have already said! Prince Leonhart please tell my child that that was nothing more than a kiss!" Squall looked down. He could see the wet spots falling onto the floor. Closing his eyes he stormed past Kiros. "See my child. The prince thinks nothing of it. You are promised to Seifer and you will marry him."
AN: Short I know. But I need to end it here. RR!
