Important Author's Notes Please Read: (6/22/05) If your thinking 'Hey have I already read this chapter?' Then you may be correct. I have reviesed this chapterwith the help Lion's Strife.I do suggest re-reading the interview, but everything else is the same. Basically I didn't realize Quistis has mentioned Squall being a minor many times before Seifer's outburst. With the editing help of Lion's Strife, we (more like she) thought of the best way to fix the problem. We decided to rearrange(Sp?) the questions and added a few small things so it would make more sense. You do not need to re-read the interview, but I would suggest it. Thank You. Oh and there was a small mixup (My fault) and I sent the wrong chapter to be beated so you'll have to wait a few more days for chapter 9, I'm sorry.
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"I'm No Angel"
Chapter 8: Strange Room.
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Squall's POV.
I woke up in a strange room. Judging by the white walls, IV, and the smell of well…hospital, I figured out where I was, but why was I here? Memories flashed of my car flipping, glass shattering, and…blood. I was in a car wreck? It was painful to move my neck, so I hadn't looked at the other side of my bed yet, but I knew someone was sitting there, because I can hear him breathing. Slowly I turned my head, groaning at the pain. My eyes met jade green.
"Hey," Seifer said, looking haggard.
"Hi," I answered softly.
"Do you feel any pain?" Seifer asked. I groaned at his over-protectiveness… well at least he cares.
"I'm fine, just a little sore that's all," I replied.
"You sure?" He asked again.
"Yes."
Seifer shifted in his seat. "Do you remember what happened?" he asked.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Uh…was I in a car wreck?"
"Yeah, some truck ran into your car, then the stupid fucker ran!" Seifer looked furious. I tried to sit up and pain shot through my back and arms. I groaned and fell back onto the bed. Seifer's rage withered at that and he directed his attention back to me.
"Don't try to move; you're still recovering from the surgery," he said.
"How bad is it?" I asked, curious.
"You had some broken ribs and a broken arm, there was some internal bleeding, and you had a concussion. They didn't think you would wake up for awhile. It scared the shit out of me," Seifer finished taking a shaky breath and reached to brush some of the hair from my eyes. The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, smiling at the blonde. He smiled back, entwining our hands.
The moment was broken by a knock at the door. Without waiting for permission to enter, the door swung open, revealing a beautiful blonde women in a pink skirt, and matching vest with a white button up blouse underneath. Two officers entered behind her and stood in the corner. She walked inside the room and stood at the other side of my bed.
"Mr. Leonhart?" The blonde asked.
"Yeah?" I answered, my curiosity piquing.
"We've been looking for you since yesterday only to find that you ended up in the hospital! My name is Detective Trepe, and these two officers are Mr. Weber and Mr. Germont." She gestured to the two men behind her. I was starting to get worried, it seemed Seifer was too because he looked at me with a little concern.
"What are you here for?" Seifer asked finally.
"Don't worry you're in no trouble, I just need to ask a few questions regarding Mr. Vasquez and the Gentleman's Club." She answered still looking at me, I shifted uncomfortably. Seifer stood up and moved between us blocking my view of Ms. Trepe.
"What is it you need! Can't you see he is sick?" Seifer yelled.
"Yes, I know, but Mr. Leonhart could be the key to Mr. Vasquez's prosecution! You do want him to go to jail right?" She retorted.
Seifer looked troubled for a second before nodding and sitting back in his seat next to me. Ms. Trepe moved closer and handed me one of the two files she held in her hand. I opened it up and sure enough there was Chet's beady eyes staring up at me. Ms. Trepe pulled out a tape recorder.
"I will need to record this interview okay?" I nodded. The blonde pressed the red record button and started talking into the device.
"Witness number three Squall Leonhart, Interview number one. Location Esthar hospital room 317. Witness has been shown a file of the suspect, Mr. Vasquez." Trepe turned to look at me. "That man in the photo, Mr. Vasquez, is youR boss, right?" she asked.
I looked down at Chet's beady eyes then nodded. I mentally smacked myself when I remembered that this interview was being recorded.
"Yes," I said aloud.
She then handed me another file. I opened it and three pictures where inside along with some papers. There were pictures of Zone, Michael, and me.
Seifer's POV.
"The witness was handed a file with the dancers' profiles," Quistis said into the recorder. "You work with these two men, right?"
"Yes."
"And the third is yourself?"
"Yes."
"You can confirm that the three of you have danced and sold your bodies?" she asked.
"Yes."
"And this was part of the requirements of your job at the Gentleman's Club?"
"Yes."
"You can also confirm that they are minors, as well as yourself?"
I had been watching Ms. Trepe closely throughout the interview, but her question caused my gaze to snap to Squall. "You're a minor?" I asked, leaning forward towards Squall, shocked that he could be so young. No one that young should ever be working in a place like that!
Squall looked away from me, refusing to meet my gaze. 'Would Seifer change his mind now, knowing he was so young? Luckily, he hadn't actually said yes, because Seifer had interrupted him.'
"Sir, if you are going to interrupt, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This interview is very important." Ms. Trepe was clearly upset by my outburst.
Squall finally looked at me again, but only gave me a warning look, making it clear that this interview was important to him too, because it would help put Chet behind bars. With a heavy sigh and a grumbled, "Fine," I settled back in the chair again. Well, Squall never actually said he was a minor. Maybe it's just the other two.
"Good. Now, let's try again," Ms. Trepe said, still slightly annoyed at the blonde man's outburst. Mr. Leonhart, the other two men in the photographs are minors, correct?"
"Yes."
"And how old are you Mr. Leonhart?"
"Seventeen."
"You're only seventeen!" I asked surprised that I didn't know Squall's age. I'd been able to convince myself that it was just his co-workers that were underage but I couldn't ignore his direct response to the question of his age. I'd always assumed Squall was in his twenties or at least over eighteen!
Squall looked shocked and almost a little hurt. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Yes."
"Well looks like we'll have to wait until your birthday to have sex." I said smiling at Squall's shocked and confused expression. I laughed. Squall glared. Then it was over and done with. I couldn't stand that hurt look he gave me. I guess I'll have to deal with it, his age doesn't really matter he's still the same person anyway. Quistis scowled and rolled back the tape a little. I guess she didn't want that little contribution to the conversation in the interview tape.
"End interview number one with witness number three, Mr. Squall Leonhart," Quistis said into the recorder, "Okay, we'll ask you more questions later. Mr. Leonhart, I hope you realize this also means you most likely will have to testify in court," Quistis said taking back the files and putting away her stuff.
"I will do anything to see Chet go behind bars," Squall said confidently. I smiled. I would do anything to see Chet die.
"Good, get better soon then." Quistis waved and left the hospital with a smile on her face, despite her annoyance at not getting a full interview.
Kiros' POV.
"Shit!" I cursed. Laguna and I were visiting the Gentleman's Club hoping to catch Squall only to find it swarmed with cops with yellow tape around it. I spotted an officer walking toward us with a stern look on his face. He stopped in front of us and rested a hand on the gun in his holster. I glanced at it worriedly.
"Sirs, you must leave, now." He said sternly.
"What happened here?" Laguna asked. Did he not noticed the pissed off look on the officers face!
"The place was shut down. No one is allowed here. You two need to leave, NOW." Ne said, raising his voice.
"Shit," I cursed again. I turned and started back to the car. Laguna following suit. Passing by a nearby news stand I glanced at the 'Daily Esthar News' front page, saw the name Squall Leonhart, and froze. Laguna ran into my back almost knocking me to the ground.
"Ooof! Damn Kiros what's with the sudden stops?" Laguna asked. I pointed to the newspaper.
"It says a young man got into a crash just down the street…his name is Squall Leonhart."
"Oh my god," Laguna said covering his mouth.
"It also says he's recovering and should be out of the hospital in a few days." I added hoping to dispel any misconceptions Laguna could have made. Laguna sighed behind me.
"That means he must be at the Esthar Hospital! We need to get there fast!" Laguna said running to the car jumping in. "Come on!" He yelled out the window. I turned and ran to the car, sliding into the driver's seat and starting off toward the Esthar Hospital.
To Be Continued…
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