"I see your well," she said.

Seifer nodded. He then looked at Quistis who was stareing at her orange juice.

"Baby are you ok," Edea said looking concernly at Qusitis.

"I just dont feel well," she said, and stood-up only to sit shakedly back down.

"You should really go to the imformary," Edea said to her child.

"No, no its just a cold," she said. "Seifer walk me back to my dorm," she suggested.

Getting a suggested look from Irvine he got up, and swept Quistis up into his arms.

"AHHH, PUT ME DOWN," she shouted. She sure did get alot of unwanted attention.

"Seifer, put her down," Edea said. She was actually laughing.

Seifer put her down, and grabbed her hand, and they left the cafeteria.

"Matron, are they going out," Irvine questioned.

"Honey your guess is as good as mine," Edea said, and stood up. "I have a few things to do," and with that she left.

Back at her dorm room she threw-up in her bathroom, and after taking a quick hot shower she layed in bed with a terrible headache.

"I'll see you later," Seifer said, and stood up.

"Don't do it Seifer," she said and sat up.

"Its none of your business Trepe," he said.

"No ones going to put up with this. Why do you gotta mess up everything good that someone has to offer you."

"NONE OF THIS EVER HAPPENS TO YOU," he yelled. "YOU HAVE EVERYTHING. ALL SHIT GOES WELL FOR QUISTIS TREPE. NO, SCRATCH THAT INSTRUCTOR TREPE."

"YOU HAD LIFE FROM THE BEGINNING." He lowered his voice. "Even at the orphanage."

"Don't even go there Seifer," she said at a soft voice, but then increased, "WE WERE ALL THERE FOR THE SAME REASON. DON'T SAY YOU HAD IT BAD. IF THIS IS THE CASE THEN I SHOULD BE THE BITCH DEPRESSED. YOU LOST YOUR PARENTS AT FOUR, WHILE I HAD NO PARENTS. THEN I WAS ADOPTED INTO A TERRIBLE FAMILY."

"Damn Trepe," Seifer said, "Shut the fuck up. Your going to desturb the whole Garden," he said.

There was no response from her. She just layed on her bed with her eyes closed.

Seifer sat down on her bed.

"Whatever happens, I don't want to know. don't bother me with shit," she said in a whisper. She lost all of her strength from their little arguement.

Seifer didn't say anything just left her room.

A few hours later the electricity was returned. Still Quistis was asleep.

Down by the beach Squall and Seifer stood a good distances apart from eachother with their gunblades out and ready to attack.

"You stole it," Squall said.

"How could I steal something that is mine," he replied sarcastically.

Then without signal, without warning, as if on instinct they both attacked eachother. The loud sound of metal sounded through the cold falling snow on the shore. They attacked eachother,a nd since they were very skilled and the only gunblade masters in the school they matched eachother. Thats why they gave eachother the scars they sport.

It wasnt a great match that you could describe it detail because they fought eachother with their counterattack. The only thing that can break this match up is a mistake. One mistake will hurt the opponent, and he will loose earning another scar to their shame.

YOU HAD LIFE FROM THE BEGINNING, suddenly popped into his head, and he caused the mistake. His gunblade slipped, and instantly fell out of hand, but on the way Squall's gunblades tip slashed deeply through Seifer's arm which made him fall over clutching it.

"I don't even know why you try," Squall said standing over him. Then he began to walk away.

"Where the fuck are you going," Seifer said shoving his bleeding arm in snow, then taking it out, "I'm not done with you yet."

"You can't hold shit with that hand," he said and kept on walking, "You may not be able to again," he said.

"Yes I can," he growled, and now he was up on his knees. He hissed because of the pain.

Squall stopped. "You see where the blood is coming from," he said, "Now you can see how the people you affected felt physically and emotionally. You'll bleed just like they did," he said.

Seifer gave him a deathstare, and that was the only thing he saw before he fell onto ground loosing conciousness becuase of the blood lose.

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