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Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy! Square does.
Chapter Six
"Raynold?"
"Yes, Miss Quistis?"
"What did...Seifer say the attire was, and if we're having dinner, yet?"
"Why, yes, Miss Quistis. He requested that you wear this one, and after dinner, his parents will judge you both." I smiled, and carefully grabbed the dress off the hanger. I had never dreamed to be wearing something so fancy.
"So, you say Seifer requested that I wear this?" I asked, while changing in the bathroom.
"Yes, my lady. He said that you would need to enjoy yourself when you're here." I nodded, looking in the mirror to see myself. I wore the dark-blue, tight, revealing, shin-long dress that Seifer had picked out for me. The sleeves went down to my elbows, (the dress was made of silk, mind you) and the whole dress had white, cherry-blossom designs, swerving from the slits that ran from my calves to my mid-thighs, and made glittery, swirl patterns around them. I put on the white dancing heels (without socks, as Seifer and I had agreed on through Raynold) and walked out of the bathroom, causing Raynold to whistle. I laughed as he escorted me to the dining room, where Seifer and his parents waited patently for me. Ray pulled out a seat, across from a smirking Seifer. I thanked him, and got myself situated under the gaze of Mr. and Mrs. Almasy, which were gazes of curiosity and approval. The food was served soon after a few minutes, and we waited patently for the master of the house (or mansion) to take the first bite. Within a few minutes, everyone was eating properly. I mentally thanked Matron for teaching me about etiquette as I sipped at my "cream of mushroom" soup without making slurping sounds. Once our plates were cleared and we were waiting the dessert, Mrs. Almasy was the first to speak.
"So, you are Quistis Trepe, am I correct?" I smiled politely, and nodded as Seifer's father spoke up.
"So, you were the girl who bullied my son the other day!" He joked as he nodded to Seifer, who sighed, and put his face into his hands with embarrassment. I smiled.
"No, sir." I said with a smirk on my face. "He's bullied my heart into taking a liking to him." Mr. Almasy laughed a good, hearty laugh while Seifer's mother smiled at me and Seifer recovered from embarrassment and soon fell into shock as he looked at me.
So, we laughed and had a good time for the remaining time of our dinner.
And then came the dancing.
"Now, let us begin the competition between Quistis and Seifer on…" A look of confusion covered Mr. Almasy's face.
"It's to see who lasts longer on their feet without stumbling, dear." Mrs. Almasy reminded him.
"Awww…I was so hoping it would be against us!" We all laughed. "Okay, positions!" He placed one hand on my waist, and another holding mine, while I slipped my hand over his shoulder, and slid my hand in Seifer's outstretched hand. "Start dancing when you hear the music, and if we call out a step, then you have to do it, or you loose!" And with that, "Waltz to the Moon" started our contest.
"Spin in!" I gracefully spun out, and then in, then twirled around to our usual position.
"Getting tired?" Seifer whispered in my ear with a smirk. I giggled.
"I can dance all night."
Three Hours Later
"Now, the dip!" Seifer almost dipped me all the way, but tripped and fell to the floor with me. We burst out laughing as he helped me up.
"HAHA! I WON!" I laughed as he stalked up to her, a serious look on his face. He then ran at her, lifted her up, and twirled her around, laughing at her surprised face as he set her down. She rolled her eyes, and covered a yawn with her hand.
"Oh, look at the time dear! We best be getting to bed." Mr. Almasy bowed, kissed my hand, and led his wife up the grand staircase.
Which left us alone.
I yawned again as I sat down and began taking the shoes off. My feet revealed little blisters and were cut from where the shoe's imprints were, causing blood to trickle from them. I bit my lip to keep myself from showing my weakness. He, of course picked it up right away.
"Ah, so you do have a weak spot on you." He said while picking me up, bridal style, and started heading up the stairs to where I was staying. "But you have had a long day today, haven't you?" I smiled and nodded as he came to the double-doors, leading to my room.
"You could put me down here." He ignored my request, and put me on the bed to rest for a second.
"How is your arm healing?" I pulled my sleeve up for him to see.
"The shot is really doing the trick." He smirked.
"I'll say."
"But I will have a pretty nice scar on my stomach, though…" He raised an eyebrow.
"You want to show me that one, too?" I rolled my eyes, and got up off the bed. "H-hey! Where are you going? I smiled back at him.
"To get ready for bed by washing all of this sweat off of me." I saw the wicked gleam flood into his eyes. "And you can't join me! Now, out!" I shooed him out, and went to take my long-awaited shower.
She couldn't sleep.
She couldn't help but think about her mother, and the last words she heard her say to her.
"Complete the Trepe legacy, Quistis! Whenever you touch that whip's handle, you'll see and feel us near you…remember that we will always be with you…"
"…Always." Quistis whispered as she touched her weapon's handle, and traced the tiara with sapphires engraved into its metal hilt. That sign was her family's trademark, in which she made her own.
She always pondered about what her father had said, before he rode off with her mother, never for Quistis to see again.
"Quistis," Her father said, putting his large hands on Quistis' tiny, frail shoulders, which were shaking with sobs. "You are destined to be a great young woman, someday. Sweetheart…" He said, crouching down to her eyelevel so he could wipe her tears away from her already tear-stained cheeks.
"It's okay. You will see us again." He kissed her forehead. "But for now, will you take this whip, and take good care of it for me?" Her frail shoulders stopped shaking with her tears as she took the whip from his large hands, and traced the sapphire crown on it's metal hilt with her small, porcelain fingertips.
"Will you?" She nodded vigorously, and leaped into her father's arms, giving him the best bear hug that her tiny, delicate form could muster.
And she cried as she watched them ride away…"Quistis…" Quistis stared at the spot in front of the bed, where it was glowing a blue-ish light."Mother…" She saw her mother in front of her, although she was transparent. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out to her. But, her mother just moved away.
"Quistis, my daughter…I'm afraid that you can only see me.""Where's father?" Her mother smiled.
"He's coming, my dear. Don't you worry." Her mother seemed to sigh as the image of her husband faded in to sit next to their daughter, with a smile on his face.
"Daddy…It's been so long…" She remembered the words he spoke to her when she was a very young girl. "What happened to you two?" They both sighed, and her father decided to take the punch.
"We can't tell you, Quistis. The time isn't right yet. What we HAVE come to tell you was…well, your mother has that to tell to you." Quistis nodded, and looked to her mother. She came over to sit with her father.
"We have come to tell you that the Almasy's was the family that we share a gift with. A special kind of gift…"
"The gift of …what?"
"The gift…of telepathy and many other things. Along with the gift to know the things that are to come, and knowing…whom your true love is. There, I said it."
"So…Seifer and I share the same gifts?" Her mother grinned nervously.
"Yes, you can say that…" She was nudged by her husband.
"The rest you have to find out on your own, Quistis."
"B-but…! Are you leaving?"
"No, we'll be here to guide you, sweetheart." Her mother put a hand over her chest, where her heart was (past tense! ) located. "In there. Now, just call out to us, if you need us." Quistis smiled a watery smile.
"I will. I love you both. I would hug you guys, but technically…" Her parents nodded, said "goodbye" and faded away into what seemed as oblivion.
"I will be careful, and I will find out…" She added, as she looked at her reflection in the large, bathroom mirror. "…I must."
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