Chapter 2 Infiltration of the Heart
Author's note: Here we go, thanx to all who took the time to comment. Hope you can do more of that, please? Neway, here' the next chappie, hope you enjoy it.
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Rikku looked up at the forever-gray skies. Trabia is forever glum, she thought as she pulled her furs closer about her. It wasn't the cold that bothered her - it was the image of a vulnerable little girl that she wanted to create that bothered her so. Yuna was the Great One here, not her. But work is work, she thought as she adjusted the cap and the black wig that burst under it like a curly explosion. With her flashy coat, mufflers and luggage trailing behind her, she was the picture of a traveling Estharian. She even began waiving her hands wildly to attract a cab for good measure. Don't I look pretty enough?! She screamed silently when a snow cab practically threw up a wave of snow over her expensive attire. Spitting out filthy snow, she was about to hurl a few explicitly abusive words when a car pulled up in front of her and the window rolled down. Inside was a guy she could categorize as 'cowboy'-ish. She blinked.
He grinned. "Saw you being buried in snow. Mind getting somewhere warm?"
She stared critically at him. "Your pick-up lines are crap, but okay," She opened the backseat and hauled in her luggage. Strike one for the brash Estharian chick! She flopped in on the passenger seat and smoothed her skirt down, giving her new companion a discreet scan. He was tall, even when he was sitting; and he wore a tan-colored trench coat that was the in- thing in Galbadia right now. Unlike the spiky, chicobo-style hair though, he wore his long and pony tailed. And he was rich, she summed up as she looked at the car. Fun was not on her priority list, but...
"So," He leaned back and grinned at her. "Tell me you're really interested, or do you just want to go some place warm?"
"Which would hurt you least?" She asked sweetly and he burst out laughing. "Seems like you're one of those Estharian chicks who think snow is a great scenery and just found out the people are just as cold, hmm?"
"You're not Trabian?" She asked with faked innocence. "I'm so sorry, this is my first time and all, and I thought it was some adventure to come out here all alone," She said, sneaking a peek at the mirror to make sure she got the pout just right. When she gets home, she has to ask Yuna how she gets the men to fall at her feet.
Irvine chuckled. Esthar chicks... they're air headed sometimes, but you gotta admire their spunk. Not to mention their frivolous sense of fashion. What kind of hair is that?!
"How rude of me," She said suddenly and giggled. "I'm Terra. What's yours? Or shall I just call you 'handsome'?"
"The latter is nice, but it's Irvine." He said agreeably. "So where are we going?"
'Somewhere warm," She said instantly and he gave such a suggestive look that she very nearly slapped him. But being the bimbo, she looked blank and smiled at him. "What about a restaurant? I'm not complaining but the flight was rather long and the food was lousy."
Irvine sighed. His charm went right through her.
His charm is scaring me, She thought as they pulled up the front of the Trabian Grand Continental. But luckily she could see he was kind of harmless... if he gets over-excited then she'll have to make him see stars...
Selphie peered over her half-rimmed glasses. Bingo, target spotted. And man, he's not alone. Well, nothing to worry. We'll just have to get rid of the intrusion...
"Oh Wow!!! This place is just like Esthar's Golden Saucer!" Rikku clapped her hands together in genuine excitement. The Trabian Grand Continental was really grand, with high ceilings and sparkling crystal chandeliers. And no ugly Shumis here, just cute Moombas and normal humans serving the guests.
"I thought you'd say that," Irvine chuckled. "Makes you feel closer to home, hmm?"
They walked towards the hotel restaurant, which occupied a large part of the lobby. Rikku was absorbing all the sights with the precision mapping borne of training. The staff's uniforms, the general layout, all must be taken into consideration in case anything happens.
Just as they reached the massive double doors leading into the restaurant, they swung open and the duo came face to face with a tall man sporting slick blonde hair. And Rikku's mind blanked out instantly.
The man's emerald gaze swept from Irvine to the girl next to him, looking confused. He grinned. "Nice one there Irvine. Take my advice, there's an opera down at the village tonight, heard it's good."
Rikku didn't need to look at Irvine to know he's slightly mortified, but she didn't dare look at Seifer - her heart was pounding so hard she thought she was going to pass out! Seifer, here?! And Irvine knows him, which means she had unconsciously made a short cut for herself. What luck!
Seifer passed them by with a hearty chuckle and Irvine clumsily opened the door. 'He's my, um..."
"Friend?" She suggested brightly and he nodded quickly. "Right."
She tapped her chin. "Looks familiar, but I can't remember. Is he a movie star?"
Irvine grinned slightly. So she's really a bimbo. Or maybe she's never read the papers. "He's pretty famous back where he's from," Irvine admitted slyly. "But you wouldn't know, he's a shy guy."
Rikku nodded, pretending to be convinced. She made a mental note to really torture him before she disposes him. What a male chauvinist!
Selphie couldn't believe her luck!! Seifer Almasy in the flesh! This aught to be interesting. She briefly wondered how she would do this... that flashy bimbo will have to go first, of course, but then how does she slide into Irvine's life.
Quit thinking, Selphie chided herself. It was never your strong point. Just plough through and it'll work out, so there!
Maybe the girl will back off if I ask nicely, Selphie thought. She looks stupid enough to accept a bogus story.
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"For the tenth time Tidus, stop pacing!!!"
The blitzball star ignored Yuna's scolding. Besides, the nice thick carpet was made for pacing. It's not like he's going to burn a hole into it or something. "Can't blame me for being nervous, can you?"
Yuna rolled her eyes. "You're making Quisty sound like a stern schoolmam or something. Honestly, calm down."
"She's no schoolmam, frankly you never told me what she is exactly." Tidus pointed out. "But she's stern, so let me pace in peace, okay?"
Yuna sighed and patted her hair. A colorful bead string peeked from underneath her right ear, a recent acquisition. Yuna liked beads. She knew Quisty liked them equally, so this was a small step in convincing her sister. (Where is Rikku?) The solitaire diamond, regretfully, didn't offer any comfort. (Rikku would have been laughing.) Rather, it was like a garish reminder on tonight's importance. She hoped Quisty's mood was fair. Where is Rikku anyway?!
"Where's that perky sister of yours, anyway?" Tidus' words cut through her thoughts. "I half expected her to be here, tormenting me."
Yuna laughed. "Rikku would have been flattered, but no, she's out doing errands. Maybe she'll be back before the end of the night though." That was *highly* unlikely, but it's worth hoping, hmm?
The door swung open and Quistis herself strode in, silently taking note of Tidus break into cold sweat. "I thought I'd call you myself," She said, trying to make herself sound pleasant. "Congratulations on your last win, Tidus," She added and the man blinked before stammering a thank you. "You- You watch blitzball?"
Thank Kiros for the rundown on that sport, Quistis thought silently. But frankly she was interested, only she couldn't find the time to sit and watch the underwater game. "I follow things here and there," She said vaguely and turned to the door. "I think they're ready. Yuna, please escort Tidus to the dining room."
"Where's Rikku?" Yuna burst out suddenly, halting the blonde in her tracks. She had asked Quistis many times, but this time she hoped Quistis would answer since Tidus is here. At least give *some* answer.
Tidus looked oddly at Yuna. The girl looked almost desperate- almost. He knew she and Rikku were extremely close, but he didn't find any reason to worry. Rikku maybe young, but she's pretty independent. And if Quistis doesn't seem worried, why should she?
"She's working," Quistis said at last, keeping her cool tone. "She seems excited about it and wants to keep it a secret, so I found no reason to tell you. But you've pushed me." In other words, Yuna thought as Quistis disappeared through the doorway; She's doing her job, it's top secret so buzz off.
To her relief, Kiros was also with them, which was a wise tactical move on Quistis' part. If anything goes sour between Quistis and Yuna, Kiros can carry the conversation for Tidus. It would be less awkward, but please let there be nothing wrong, she prayed anxiously.
Kiros smiled at Tidus and the man smiled back nervously. You'd be triple nervous should you know who the cold blonde really is, Kiros thought, indulging in his own humorous thoughts.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Quistis had decided to be direct with him. As a plate of mushroom in apple mint sauce was served, she stared at Tidus straight in the eye and took of her spectacles. "I see you want to marry Yuna."
Spoons clattered to the table and Yuna blushed furiously. "Sis! I - "
"Wait, Yuna." Quistis said sternly, and then her expression softened. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude," Kiros gave her a look that clearly said she *was* rude; "But I need to get some things clear."
Tidus' face had lost some of its tomato blush. "I love her," he said, and his voice was clear and firm. Even if he looked frightened, he was resolute about this - the determination on a man in love. "If you agree, I'd like to ask - "
"Old-fashioned too." Quistis shook her head, the hint of a smile on her lips. "Tidus, I never object to whatever Yuna wants," She paused and Yuna felt a stab of alarm. No...
"But if you're going to marry her," Quistis' voice had dropped so low that she would have been inaudible if the room was noisy. As it goes, everything was deathly silent. "You need to know the truth."
Tidus looked blank and gave a questioning glance at Yuna. "What... truth?"
Yuna hid her hands in her lap to stop their shaking, heart pounding. "Quisty, you can't - "
"I'm not trying to stop your wedding," Quistis had gotten up. "I don't want your future husband to be in the dark about what you do for a living. After all, honesty is the basis of trust."
Tidus looked questioningly at Yuna but the girl couldn't meet his eyes. Quisty can't do this, she thought wildly. Tidus doesn't know - he might freak out!
But to her shock, he had gotten up and was following Quistis. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "What's wrong? Come on."
"Tidus, wait!" Yuna stood to her feet and wrung her hands. "Just... don't be surprised. Please?"
Tidus laughed good-naturedly. "It's not like you're a prostitute or something... are you?"
"No!" Yuna turned red and sighed helplessly. "But... the truth is maybe a little stranger than that."
"It doesn't matter," Tidus reached out and took her hand. "I just want to know if the woman I'm going to marry is really you."
Yuna laughed a little. "Don't be silly."
"Can we go now?' Kiros interrupted their conversation before it got too deep. He might not be able to interrupt then without embarrassing either of them.
The three entered Quistis' study and sat around the massive oak desk. Quistis pressed her fingertips together and thought for a while. Finally she rested her hands on the desk. "Very well, let's begin. Yuna, tell him."
Yuna bit her lip. "Isn't there another way?"
"Tell me, Yuna."
She wrung her hands and took a deep breath. "I... I'm an assassin, Tidus," She blurted out miserably. "Please, take me seriously. I've been an assassin ever since... oh, I don't know," She searched her love's face for a reaction. Unfortunately Tidus was blank. He remained so for a few seconds, letting her words sink in. He slowly faced Quistis, and she knew a skeptic when she saw one. "She's not lying." She said quietly. "Both Yuna and Rikku work under me as what you laymen call...hired guns."
"You must be joking..." Tidus said flatly and Quistis slowly shook her head. "It is true. All those times she couldn't make it to your dates, her sudden leaves, it's all due to this. Haven't you even wondered what she does for a living?"
"I've speculated many things, but none comes close if this is the truth," he said critically, feeling something unfathomable rise in him. "She's a killer then?! All those murders on tv - you're telling me you organize those stuff?! Rikku and Yuna does the bloody work?!"
"I don't murder anyone, Tidus," Yuna said brokenly. "I'm more of a spy... but if it's necessary, I won't hesitate to kill. Please, Don't think I love this life."
"Then why are you doing it?' Tidus stood to his feet, fists clenched. "If you know what you're doing is wrong then why?!"
"It's a rule of survival, Tidus." Quistis answered coldly. "Besides, I don't kill for the fun of it."
"Great. Now I get it. All the gifts... you killed people to buy it, huh?"
"Tidus!" Yuna cried, tears running down her face now. "Please... it's my job. I've been doing this ever since I can remember, and I stand by my principles." She stood up and faced him. "It's what I am," She said softly, trying hard not to break down. "Now that you know, can you accept me? For what I am?"
Tidus' face hardened. "You're a killer." He said after a moment. "God, maybe things would have been less complicated if you said you were a whore! I mean..." he struggled to put his thoughts into words but failed, and in his confusion, he stormed out, leaving Yuna in tears.
For a while all was still as Yuna tried to gather her bearings. "... he doesn't love me."
Quistis closed her eyes. "...Let him think, Yuna. This is not easy for him to accept."
"I still think you were a bit harsh on him there, Quistis." Kiros voice out his thoughts and for once, Quistis had no answer to that.
Yuna unsteadily got to her feet. "I...I'm not feeling well. I'm sorry," She made the few brave steps to the door and Quistis heard her rapid footsteps as she hurried to her room.
Footnote: Poor Yuna, but I don't blame Tidus, hmm? Imagine being engaged to a girl who can kill you with one blow! Any suggestions? Oh, and how do you think Selphie should push Rikku off? And who should be paired with the cowboy?
Author's note: Here we go, thanx to all who took the time to comment. Hope you can do more of that, please? Neway, here' the next chappie, hope you enjoy it.
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Rikku looked up at the forever-gray skies. Trabia is forever glum, she thought as she pulled her furs closer about her. It wasn't the cold that bothered her - it was the image of a vulnerable little girl that she wanted to create that bothered her so. Yuna was the Great One here, not her. But work is work, she thought as she adjusted the cap and the black wig that burst under it like a curly explosion. With her flashy coat, mufflers and luggage trailing behind her, she was the picture of a traveling Estharian. She even began waiving her hands wildly to attract a cab for good measure. Don't I look pretty enough?! She screamed silently when a snow cab practically threw up a wave of snow over her expensive attire. Spitting out filthy snow, she was about to hurl a few explicitly abusive words when a car pulled up in front of her and the window rolled down. Inside was a guy she could categorize as 'cowboy'-ish. She blinked.
He grinned. "Saw you being buried in snow. Mind getting somewhere warm?"
She stared critically at him. "Your pick-up lines are crap, but okay," She opened the backseat and hauled in her luggage. Strike one for the brash Estharian chick! She flopped in on the passenger seat and smoothed her skirt down, giving her new companion a discreet scan. He was tall, even when he was sitting; and he wore a tan-colored trench coat that was the in- thing in Galbadia right now. Unlike the spiky, chicobo-style hair though, he wore his long and pony tailed. And he was rich, she summed up as she looked at the car. Fun was not on her priority list, but...
"So," He leaned back and grinned at her. "Tell me you're really interested, or do you just want to go some place warm?"
"Which would hurt you least?" She asked sweetly and he burst out laughing. "Seems like you're one of those Estharian chicks who think snow is a great scenery and just found out the people are just as cold, hmm?"
"You're not Trabian?" She asked with faked innocence. "I'm so sorry, this is my first time and all, and I thought it was some adventure to come out here all alone," She said, sneaking a peek at the mirror to make sure she got the pout just right. When she gets home, she has to ask Yuna how she gets the men to fall at her feet.
Irvine chuckled. Esthar chicks... they're air headed sometimes, but you gotta admire their spunk. Not to mention their frivolous sense of fashion. What kind of hair is that?!
"How rude of me," She said suddenly and giggled. "I'm Terra. What's yours? Or shall I just call you 'handsome'?"
"The latter is nice, but it's Irvine." He said agreeably. "So where are we going?"
'Somewhere warm," She said instantly and he gave such a suggestive look that she very nearly slapped him. But being the bimbo, she looked blank and smiled at him. "What about a restaurant? I'm not complaining but the flight was rather long and the food was lousy."
Irvine sighed. His charm went right through her.
His charm is scaring me, She thought as they pulled up the front of the Trabian Grand Continental. But luckily she could see he was kind of harmless... if he gets over-excited then she'll have to make him see stars...
Selphie peered over her half-rimmed glasses. Bingo, target spotted. And man, he's not alone. Well, nothing to worry. We'll just have to get rid of the intrusion...
"Oh Wow!!! This place is just like Esthar's Golden Saucer!" Rikku clapped her hands together in genuine excitement. The Trabian Grand Continental was really grand, with high ceilings and sparkling crystal chandeliers. And no ugly Shumis here, just cute Moombas and normal humans serving the guests.
"I thought you'd say that," Irvine chuckled. "Makes you feel closer to home, hmm?"
They walked towards the hotel restaurant, which occupied a large part of the lobby. Rikku was absorbing all the sights with the precision mapping borne of training. The staff's uniforms, the general layout, all must be taken into consideration in case anything happens.
Just as they reached the massive double doors leading into the restaurant, they swung open and the duo came face to face with a tall man sporting slick blonde hair. And Rikku's mind blanked out instantly.
The man's emerald gaze swept from Irvine to the girl next to him, looking confused. He grinned. "Nice one there Irvine. Take my advice, there's an opera down at the village tonight, heard it's good."
Rikku didn't need to look at Irvine to know he's slightly mortified, but she didn't dare look at Seifer - her heart was pounding so hard she thought she was going to pass out! Seifer, here?! And Irvine knows him, which means she had unconsciously made a short cut for herself. What luck!
Seifer passed them by with a hearty chuckle and Irvine clumsily opened the door. 'He's my, um..."
"Friend?" She suggested brightly and he nodded quickly. "Right."
She tapped her chin. "Looks familiar, but I can't remember. Is he a movie star?"
Irvine grinned slightly. So she's really a bimbo. Or maybe she's never read the papers. "He's pretty famous back where he's from," Irvine admitted slyly. "But you wouldn't know, he's a shy guy."
Rikku nodded, pretending to be convinced. She made a mental note to really torture him before she disposes him. What a male chauvinist!
Selphie couldn't believe her luck!! Seifer Almasy in the flesh! This aught to be interesting. She briefly wondered how she would do this... that flashy bimbo will have to go first, of course, but then how does she slide into Irvine's life.
Quit thinking, Selphie chided herself. It was never your strong point. Just plough through and it'll work out, so there!
Maybe the girl will back off if I ask nicely, Selphie thought. She looks stupid enough to accept a bogus story.
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"For the tenth time Tidus, stop pacing!!!"
The blitzball star ignored Yuna's scolding. Besides, the nice thick carpet was made for pacing. It's not like he's going to burn a hole into it or something. "Can't blame me for being nervous, can you?"
Yuna rolled her eyes. "You're making Quisty sound like a stern schoolmam or something. Honestly, calm down."
"She's no schoolmam, frankly you never told me what she is exactly." Tidus pointed out. "But she's stern, so let me pace in peace, okay?"
Yuna sighed and patted her hair. A colorful bead string peeked from underneath her right ear, a recent acquisition. Yuna liked beads. She knew Quisty liked them equally, so this was a small step in convincing her sister. (Where is Rikku?) The solitaire diamond, regretfully, didn't offer any comfort. (Rikku would have been laughing.) Rather, it was like a garish reminder on tonight's importance. She hoped Quisty's mood was fair. Where is Rikku anyway?!
"Where's that perky sister of yours, anyway?" Tidus' words cut through her thoughts. "I half expected her to be here, tormenting me."
Yuna laughed. "Rikku would have been flattered, but no, she's out doing errands. Maybe she'll be back before the end of the night though." That was *highly* unlikely, but it's worth hoping, hmm?
The door swung open and Quistis herself strode in, silently taking note of Tidus break into cold sweat. "I thought I'd call you myself," She said, trying to make herself sound pleasant. "Congratulations on your last win, Tidus," She added and the man blinked before stammering a thank you. "You- You watch blitzball?"
Thank Kiros for the rundown on that sport, Quistis thought silently. But frankly she was interested, only she couldn't find the time to sit and watch the underwater game. "I follow things here and there," She said vaguely and turned to the door. "I think they're ready. Yuna, please escort Tidus to the dining room."
"Where's Rikku?" Yuna burst out suddenly, halting the blonde in her tracks. She had asked Quistis many times, but this time she hoped Quistis would answer since Tidus is here. At least give *some* answer.
Tidus looked oddly at Yuna. The girl looked almost desperate- almost. He knew she and Rikku were extremely close, but he didn't find any reason to worry. Rikku maybe young, but she's pretty independent. And if Quistis doesn't seem worried, why should she?
"She's working," Quistis said at last, keeping her cool tone. "She seems excited about it and wants to keep it a secret, so I found no reason to tell you. But you've pushed me." In other words, Yuna thought as Quistis disappeared through the doorway; She's doing her job, it's top secret so buzz off.
To her relief, Kiros was also with them, which was a wise tactical move on Quistis' part. If anything goes sour between Quistis and Yuna, Kiros can carry the conversation for Tidus. It would be less awkward, but please let there be nothing wrong, she prayed anxiously.
Kiros smiled at Tidus and the man smiled back nervously. You'd be triple nervous should you know who the cold blonde really is, Kiros thought, indulging in his own humorous thoughts.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Quistis had decided to be direct with him. As a plate of mushroom in apple mint sauce was served, she stared at Tidus straight in the eye and took of her spectacles. "I see you want to marry Yuna."
Spoons clattered to the table and Yuna blushed furiously. "Sis! I - "
"Wait, Yuna." Quistis said sternly, and then her expression softened. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude," Kiros gave her a look that clearly said she *was* rude; "But I need to get some things clear."
Tidus' face had lost some of its tomato blush. "I love her," he said, and his voice was clear and firm. Even if he looked frightened, he was resolute about this - the determination on a man in love. "If you agree, I'd like to ask - "
"Old-fashioned too." Quistis shook her head, the hint of a smile on her lips. "Tidus, I never object to whatever Yuna wants," She paused and Yuna felt a stab of alarm. No...
"But if you're going to marry her," Quistis' voice had dropped so low that she would have been inaudible if the room was noisy. As it goes, everything was deathly silent. "You need to know the truth."
Tidus looked blank and gave a questioning glance at Yuna. "What... truth?"
Yuna hid her hands in her lap to stop their shaking, heart pounding. "Quisty, you can't - "
"I'm not trying to stop your wedding," Quistis had gotten up. "I don't want your future husband to be in the dark about what you do for a living. After all, honesty is the basis of trust."
Tidus looked questioningly at Yuna but the girl couldn't meet his eyes. Quisty can't do this, she thought wildly. Tidus doesn't know - he might freak out!
But to her shock, he had gotten up and was following Quistis. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "What's wrong? Come on."
"Tidus, wait!" Yuna stood to her feet and wrung her hands. "Just... don't be surprised. Please?"
Tidus laughed good-naturedly. "It's not like you're a prostitute or something... are you?"
"No!" Yuna turned red and sighed helplessly. "But... the truth is maybe a little stranger than that."
"It doesn't matter," Tidus reached out and took her hand. "I just want to know if the woman I'm going to marry is really you."
Yuna laughed a little. "Don't be silly."
"Can we go now?' Kiros interrupted their conversation before it got too deep. He might not be able to interrupt then without embarrassing either of them.
The three entered Quistis' study and sat around the massive oak desk. Quistis pressed her fingertips together and thought for a while. Finally she rested her hands on the desk. "Very well, let's begin. Yuna, tell him."
Yuna bit her lip. "Isn't there another way?"
"Tell me, Yuna."
She wrung her hands and took a deep breath. "I... I'm an assassin, Tidus," She blurted out miserably. "Please, take me seriously. I've been an assassin ever since... oh, I don't know," She searched her love's face for a reaction. Unfortunately Tidus was blank. He remained so for a few seconds, letting her words sink in. He slowly faced Quistis, and she knew a skeptic when she saw one. "She's not lying." She said quietly. "Both Yuna and Rikku work under me as what you laymen call...hired guns."
"You must be joking..." Tidus said flatly and Quistis slowly shook her head. "It is true. All those times she couldn't make it to your dates, her sudden leaves, it's all due to this. Haven't you even wondered what she does for a living?"
"I've speculated many things, but none comes close if this is the truth," he said critically, feeling something unfathomable rise in him. "She's a killer then?! All those murders on tv - you're telling me you organize those stuff?! Rikku and Yuna does the bloody work?!"
"I don't murder anyone, Tidus," Yuna said brokenly. "I'm more of a spy... but if it's necessary, I won't hesitate to kill. Please, Don't think I love this life."
"Then why are you doing it?' Tidus stood to his feet, fists clenched. "If you know what you're doing is wrong then why?!"
"It's a rule of survival, Tidus." Quistis answered coldly. "Besides, I don't kill for the fun of it."
"Great. Now I get it. All the gifts... you killed people to buy it, huh?"
"Tidus!" Yuna cried, tears running down her face now. "Please... it's my job. I've been doing this ever since I can remember, and I stand by my principles." She stood up and faced him. "It's what I am," She said softly, trying hard not to break down. "Now that you know, can you accept me? For what I am?"
Tidus' face hardened. "You're a killer." He said after a moment. "God, maybe things would have been less complicated if you said you were a whore! I mean..." he struggled to put his thoughts into words but failed, and in his confusion, he stormed out, leaving Yuna in tears.
For a while all was still as Yuna tried to gather her bearings. "... he doesn't love me."
Quistis closed her eyes. "...Let him think, Yuna. This is not easy for him to accept."
"I still think you were a bit harsh on him there, Quistis." Kiros voice out his thoughts and for once, Quistis had no answer to that.
Yuna unsteadily got to her feet. "I...I'm not feeling well. I'm sorry," She made the few brave steps to the door and Quistis heard her rapid footsteps as she hurried to her room.
Footnote: Poor Yuna, but I don't blame Tidus, hmm? Imagine being engaged to a girl who can kill you with one blow! Any suggestions? Oh, and how do you think Selphie should push Rikku off? And who should be paired with the cowboy?