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Disclaimer/cover my butt: (I should just put this on my summary!XD) I DON'T OWN FINAL FANTASY VIII! SQUARE DOES!

Now, on with the show!

Chapter Five

I wasn't stunned for a second when Seifer's hummer pulled in a snow-covered, round-about in front of a large, black marble mansion.

"Figures." He turned to look at me.

"Huh?" I shook my head.

"That the great Seifer Almasy lives in a modern-day castle." He smirked. It was still snowing really hard, and Seifer got out of the car, and opened my door.

"My lady." He smirked, holding out his hand, and bowing a little bow. I laughed. It was the same bow that he had given his secret away with. Ignoring his look of confusion, and took his hand, and stepped cautiously out into the heavy blizzard that was forming in seconds. We were pelted with snow as we made our way to his doorstep, and he held me close, considering the circumstances that we were in.

He rang the doorbell multipule times, and finally a butler answered it. He was a bald, frail old man, that was an inch shorter than I was.

"Oh! Master Seifer! Your parents were worried! Come in, come in!" Seifer escourted me inside, and shut the door (with some difficulty). "Oh, I see you have brought a guest! Hohoho, and a very pretty one, I might add! I will go to prepare one of the guest room. Any sugestions, Master Seifer?" Seifer looked at me, then back at the butler.

"Prepare the guest room in the north wing." The butler's eyes widened.

"Sir? You mean..." Seifer nodded, and the butler smiled.

"Very well, good choice for this young lady, here! I believe it's already ready." He took my hand in his. "This way, Miss...?" I smiled at the kind, old man.

"Quistis. Quistis Trepe." The butler smiled and nodded.

"Miss Quistis, you may call me Uncle Raynold, or just Uncle Ray." I giggled. "Now, this way, please. Master Almasy may come if he would like to."

"Oh, I have to go and inform my parent that we have a guest. I'll be up in a minute, my lady." He took my hand, bowed (a/n: He does that a lot, doesn't he? XD) and kissed it tenderly. Instead of hating it...

...I had started to like it.

After Seifer left, I was taken up the grand staircase to the north wing, and we stopped in front of gold-plated, double-doors. I stood confused, until he opened the door.

My jaw dropped in shock as I was slowly escourted into the...room? Well, it actually should have been called a suite!

A really BIG suite.

When I finally recovered from my shock, I spotted the king-sized, (although it seemed MUCH larger!) feather-downed bed on the east side of the suite. I smirked with mischeif as I ran, jumped, and landed on the soft, bouncy bed with a laugh.

"Wow, Trepe. I haven't even seen you smile until now." I quickly sat up, and looked at Seifer, who was leaning on the double-door frame. But that smirk of his...wasn't there. It was replaced by a genuine smile. He walked over to where I was, and sat at the end of the bed. I sat "indian style", surrounded by the soft, fluffy blankets and pillows. "I wanted to talk to you about my secret." His smile soon faded into his usual, trademark smirk. I frowned, missing that warm, sweet, out of character smile already. "How did you know?" I smiled up at him.

"Know what?" I asked innocently.

"That I took..." He blushed, and sighed. "...ballroom dancing classes?"

"Well..." I began, hesitantly. "...how you bowed. Ha! I was surprised you even did that!" His smirk faded into embarassment.

"How does my bow..." His eyes widened, and he started to laugh. I got annoyed.

"What's so funny, Master Seifer?" I mimicked Ray's accent while saying so.

"You...hahaha..." I rolled my eyes and sighed. He stopped, and tried to talk. "Only people who know 'the bow' know how to ballroom dance! So you..."

"Yes, I can dance. Thanks to Matron and Cid. They taught us all a couple of years ago. So?" He shrugged.

"I just find it ironic." He leaned closer to me. "How good are you?" I smirked and leaned in closer, intimidating him.

"Pretty good. And you?"

"Probably better than you." I feigned surprise.

"Did I sense...a challenge in that?" He chuckled, and his warm, minty breath brushed against my cheek and lips.

"You sure as heck did, my lady. I bet I can last longer than you can on your own two feet." I tried to calm my racing heart as I replied.

"I wouldn't doubt that, since women have to wear heels when dancing." I surprised myself by even moving my lips closer to his. "...But I will accept the challenge." He moved away, still smirking.

"Meet you down in the ballroom in fourty-five minutes. If you get lost, then ring a nearby bell, and Ray will escourt you. Dresses, clothes and shoes are in the closet over there. Got it?" I nodded.

"Got it. See you there." I winked at him and headed towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Seifer could only stare at the closed door with shock, before leaving to get ready, himself.

Hey, how was that?

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