A/N: YES! Another Quistis/Squall! Ain't I just mean? I honestly can say I can't make up my mind on whether I like Quiefers or Qualls better...I like them both, don't get me wrong...but I don't know which one I like more. Anyway, I'm going to do something different this time around. Instead of planning everything out and organizing everything, I'm just going to randomly do this story. I have the layout for my other stories that need to get done finished so...be prepared to see a lot of updates.

Square owns.

I'm Still In Love
Prologue

The long whip curled round and about in the air as the sharp spike at the end collided with the long haired beast about ten feet away from the whip holder. As the spike hit the beast, a large blade came slicing down and a bullet blasted through the skull of the enemy. The whip recoiled back, magically flying into the hands of the whip holder and she tucked her long bangs back behind her ears, her sapphire eyes twinkling with passion. The man carrying the blade casually walked back, his ice blue eyes dancing with fire. He blinked, looking towards the carrier of the whip, his eyes still twinkling. She blinked and turned to face the other member of their trio, her silky voice floating through the air. "We get all of them?"

The raven haired girl smiled, her own eyes dancing with pleasure. "I think so! There were only twelve of them, right?" she said, her voice sultry and thick.

The man nodded his head, his eyes moving from the blonde haired goddess to the open land. "Yea...just twelve."

The blonde walked past him, slightly kicking the dead corpse. "Quistis, do you have to do that every time?" the other woman asked, raising her hands in the air in a dire desperation.

"I want to make sure that they really are dead. These creatures like to play dead, Rinoa. If you paid attention in class, you'd know that."

Rinoa opened her mouth to speak again, but the man only shot her a look. Rinoa sighed with a soft smile on her face. "You two act like parents some times, you know that?"

Quistis shrugged her shoulders, walking at a leasurely pace, her long legs taking her far. "Alright, Squall, Rinoa...let's get out of here."

Squall turned his heel, walking away from the chattering Rinoa. She wasn't annoying, not at all. Merely...talkative.

As the trio walked through the fields of highland grass, Quistis' sparkling eyes danced forward towards Squall. He turned around, following Rinoa as she continued to talk, his eyes sparkling back at her. A soft rose blush began to rise on her cheeks, but she merely shook her head, the coldness in her sapphire eyes returning. Squall looked forward some, Rinoa still walking and talking, and turned his eyes back at Quistis, pleading almost for her to pick up the pace. Quistis sighed and walked forward some, their hands brushing against each other lightly. She immediately pulled her hand to her side, her eyes slowly glancing over at him. His eyes danced over to hers, pleading for her to hold his hand. He reached for her hand, but she immediately picked up the pace and walked past Rinoa. Rinoa looked at Quistis. "You ok?" she called out to the rushing blonde.

"Yea. We just need to hurry."

Rinoa nodded her head and started to jog a slight bit, her short legs not being able to keep in stride with Quistis' long ones. "Come on Squall!" Rinoa called out, waving her hand for him to follow. He merely shrugged, slightly extending his legs, and reaching the duo in no time.

Within a matter of ten minutes, they arrived at the Ragnarok. Quistis stepped on first, walking casually to the pilot's seat. Rinoa followed, clammering on about how the Balamb Chocobos, their local football team, were going to win this year. Squall followed behind Rinoa, her words edging their way into his mind. He sat down in the co-pilot's seat, staring at the looming sky in front of them. Rinoa giggled softly.

"Hey guys, you don't care if I take a quick nap, do ya?" she asked. As if she had to ask.

Squall merely shrugged, stating his usual, "Whatever."

Quistis turned her head and looked at Rinoa. "We'll be back in Balamb in about two hours. Just in time to catch the last half of the game."

Quistis gave the bouncing girl a warm smile and Rinoa returned it. Rinoa then turned to Squall and faked yawn, motioning her head towards the rooms. He merely turned his head and continued to stare out the front window. Rinoa pouted, but merely turned and walked away, feeling quite tired after the long day. The two pilots heard the door close to the rooms, Squall looked over at Quistis, his hand gently resting on hers. She merely moved her hand away, flicking on buttons. "Stop it," he whispered softly.

"Stop what?" she asked in return. She slowly began to set the Ragnarok into flight, her technique a bit estrange compared to Selphie's lift off and blast away.

Squall sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Look, I'll tell her..."

"Mmhm," Quistis said, her entire concentration stuck on getting the dragon spaceship into flight. Sure enough, moments passed, and the dragon was in flight.

"I will."

"You said that last week. Look, it doesn't matter to me if you do or if you don't." She was fixated upon flying. Squall stared at her, the blue in his eyes turning to a soft gray. "And don't give me that look. You know damn well that it doesn't work on me."

"What look?"

"The 'I'm so sorry' look. Its not worth it Squall." Her sapphire eyes slowly glanced over to him, then directly back at the sky.

He sighed again and leaned back against his chair. "Fine...whatever."

"That's the Squall I know," she whispered out.

A/N: So whatcha think? I might turn this into a love triangle square thing...maybe. If you have any ideas or suggestions, don't hesitate to offer!