Within an hour, Quistis was in Seifer's car, on her way home. They were silent, or at least it seemed that way to any other human being. They did nothing but think, and they conversed in that way.
"So, you mean to tell me that were somehow…"
"Connected? Yeah, without any relation in our blood. But the thing that connects us were…"
"Our real parents." Seifer sighed with irritation. "Gosh, I KNEW that those people were up to something…and to think that they were my parents all of this fricking time!" Quistis placed a hand on his shoulder to calm his temper.
"But, Seifer…"
"No, Quistis. I won't tolerate…"
"Seifer! Just hear me out!" He turned to face her, after pulling to the side of the road.
"I'm listening."
"Seifer, maybe there was a part in that…dream…that was hidden from us."
"Right you are, my dear Quistis. Well done in discovering that." Her father's voice said from the backseat, which made them both jump.
"DAD! You could have given me a heart attack!" He chuckled.
"Then you would be with us!"
"Dad, can we NOT stray off into a tangent?"
"Oh, yes. Right, then. But, only when you're somewhere out of this car can this work."
"Dad, are you meaning to tell us that we have to do that 'Join your hands together' thingy, again?" He nodded and was about to speak when we heard a tap on Seifer's window.
"Dad, we'll talk to you later. Right, Seifer?" He nodded, and rolled the dark window down to the remaining two members of the "S3".
"What is it now, Irvine?" He asked annoyed.
"Uhm, Seifer? Mind saying that so they could hear you?"
"What is it now, Irvine?" Irvine had a stupid smirk on his face.
"So, did you 'lay' Ice Queen, last night?" Seifer's face flushed, looking away from Quistis.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Irvine. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to drive out of here."
"What do you mean, you have no idea? That was our original plan, last night! You know, when her car broke down and she had that see-through shirt on?" Irvine snorted and nudged Zell, who was next to him. Seifer growled at him, and heard a car door slam. He looked beside him to find an empty passenger seat, and Quistis nowhere in sight.
"How could he, mother? How dare he!"
"Sweetheart, don't let that get you down…" I shook my head, quickly wiping my tears away from my face, and getting up from the dark ally's snow-plastered ground.
"Mother?"
"Yes?"
"How do I block him out from what I'm saying?"
"Oh, it isn't easy…"
"I'm here to learn."
"Sweetheart, you are too young and you aren't strong enough to."
"But, mother! Did you see what he just did to me? How could we be 'connected' if he's so conceited?" She felt her mother laugh.
"Oh, it's not easy, sweetheart. When your father and I were first married…"
"Stop it, mother!" Quistis made her mother mentally jump at her sudden outburst. "I don't want to talk to him! Not now, not ever! And nothing you say to try to get us back together as a team isn't going to work!"
"But, sweetheart…"
"No. I think it's best we stay separated for a while before I can even say 'hi' again. I mean, he wanted to…" She paused for the right words. "…Seduce me! I will not stay around a guy that's out to…do that sort of…thing…" She felt her mother sigh.
"Well, if it's best for you to be separated for a while, then so be it." And she left me to trek through the street, with no sign of Seifer's car. I couldn't believe that I was actually developing feelings for him! What happened to my solid front that I had developed and worked so hard at building up against him?
He had broken through my bubble, and had swooned me. He flirted with every cruel chance that he got. I stopped dead in my tracks on a deserted sidewalk.
"And I had flirted back."
"With who, Quisty?" She jumped and spun around at that familiar, husky voice. She sighed with relief, clutching her hand to her chest, and putting the whip back onto its place on her belt. Squall smiled at her, taking off his black coat, with white fur around the collar area, and helped her into it. He had been taught to help a girl in need all of his life, not to mention he already had a white turtle-necked sweater on under his usual coat.
"We'll talk about who you flirted with when we're home. Now, where were you?"
"Well, at Seifer's…um…house."
"Ah, right. I thought that he'd live in a castle."
"Actually, it was that black, marble mansion that everyone fears to tread past." Squall raised an eyebrow.
"Really? You stayed with him?" She nodded, looking down at her feet. Squall put an arm around her shoulders in a brotherly way as they walked. She smiled up at him for a split second, and then turned her attention ahead. "So, what did you do there?"
"We…oh, crap. Promise not to tell?" He nodded.
"I promise." She smirked, remembering the night before.
"We had a contest, deciding who could dance on their feet the longest." For a moment, Squall's expressions were shocked, but then returned to his regular mask. It was then that he started to laugh. A chuckle at first, but then it turned into incontrollable laughter that no one even expected to come from Squall Leonheart.
"What's so funny? Squall!" She soon dropped her defenses, and joined in with him. Once they were finished, they continued to the orphanage.
"Who won?" Quistis smiled up at him.
"He tried to dip me, but stumbled and fell. So, I'm the champ."
"How long did you last?"
"About three and a half hours, dancing to 'Waltz to the Moon,' non-stop for that long." Squall grimaced.
"Quistis, you know what that can do to your feet…" She sighed.
"Yeah, I know…" She smirked mischievously at him. "But I couldn't resist a perfect chance to beat him at dancing, even in heals without socks on!" Squall just shook his head, coming to yet another crosswalk. They crossed it, and raced towards the orphanage to have fun in the seasons first snow in a couple of decades.
"What stopped you from…"? Seifer growled at Irvine.
"That is something that you would never have the brains to understand, Irvine!" The brunette leaned back in his chair, with his hat over his eyes.
"Try me." Seifer shook his head.
"Heck, I couldn't even understand it at first!" Seifer sat polishing his trusty gun-blade, his usual flaming cross, trademark trench coat hanging on a nearby chair. Zell walked over, looking at the blade.
"Why do you love that gun-blade more than the one your folks gave you?" Seifer didn't look up, trying to conceal his anger towards his "parents" at the moment. He contemplated if he should tell the guys or not, but thought it safe to keep it between Quistis and himself.
"Because it reminds me of who I truly am. That is why." Zell and Seifer heard a snore from the corner where Irvine was sitting. The tension suddenly got thinner, thanks to him. Zell and Seifer snickered as Seifer carefully put the blade down on his bed, and walked over to where the long-haired cowboy sat with his chair tilted against the wall on its two back legs. With one swift kick, Irvine was rubbing his butt from the painful fall. Zell was laughing hysterically (so that if he had been drinking milk, it would have come out of his nose) and Seifer stood smugly with his arms crossed over his chest, and a smirk graced his lips. Irvine mumbled something about his curfew to be home, and walked out of the Almasy mansion with his hat practically over his eyes to hide the embarrassment.
"Well, our lunch break is over. Should we go get him, or just leave him to vent?" Seifer just shrugged, his mind straying to Quistis. Zell noticed him "zoning out" and smiled while pulling a chair up, and sat in it backwards. (With the front facing the back of the chair.)
"Thinking about her?" Seifer stared wide-eyed at his friend.
"How did you know?" Zell laughed and shrugged.
"I just do. I see it on Irvine's face all the time." Seifer smirked, picking up his sword and polishing rag. He sat down, polished off the last part of his beloved gunblade, and stopped to admire his real family's symbol encumbered on its hilt. His fingers traced it delicately, tracing up and down the lines that made the trademark up of its shape. Zell noticed, and left the room, closing the door silently behind him.
Seifer didn't notice as he traced the emeralds encrypted inside of the mark of his family.
The mark…Seifer genuinely smiled at the words his father had told him on his birthday as he gave him his very first gunblade.
"Use it well, Seifer. The woman that you grow to love…" His father took his mother's hand in his, and kissed it.
"You will know that she's the one not only by your heart, but by the matching symbol on your weapon, and on hers."
(A/N: For all of those of those pervert out there, I know what you're thinking! So, shut your stupid mind off of your…thoughts…and think innocently! XD)
Seifer looked at the crown on the hilt, and looked out of the window in a daze.
And yet again, his thoughts drifted off to Quistis.
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Ayame, signing out!