EverShadow: I didn't know my last chapyter would affect all of you people so much!! I feel touched!!

Tiger of Blackness: Please tell me it was an act…just something you put on to tease EverShadow before shattering her heart…

EverShadow: I feel tears of my own forming…sniff…

Tiger of Blackness: I'm going to hurl.

EverShadow: Don't worry, this isn't done yet, not by a long shot. Anyway, enjoy…grabs a tissue On with the show…

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We Quarrel Sometimes

Seifer lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The light that streamed through the blinds, making stripes on his face. He rested his hands behind his head. He had spent most of the months before the funeral recovering from his injuries. He still remembered what had taken place that day.

Flashback

"Seifer!" Quistis yelled running towards him. He could only stare wide-eyed and shocked as the Omega Weapon reared and a large energy ball. Suddenly, all the air rushed out of him as Quistis tackled him. She glowed blue, her blue magic reached a new point of power. The blue aura enveloped not her, but him as the Omega weapon fired. Quistis didn't have a chance to even scream before he lost sight of her. The shield held for most of the blast before finally giving in. He felt his body being torn apart, pain seared through him. Every pore on his body burned. His clothes burned and his Hyperion melted. But at last it was over. He had only experienced the remains of the blast. He slipped slowly into unconsciousness.

The next thing he knew was another bright light. An annoying bright light. He opened his eyes and peered around. His body ached and he found it difficult to move.

"You're finally awake." Dr. Kadowaki said, walking into the room.

"What…"

"You've been in a coma for the last three months, teetering on the edge of death. Your body has been badly injured, maimed, burned, etc but you'll recover soon."

"Quistis…" he whispered. It was even difficult to talk.

"Quistis is dead." And after that moment, the Seifer he knew, the Seifer everyone knew died as well.

Flashback end

Seifer sighed at the memory, no longer harboring any tears to shed. He had lived for Quistis so now…now did he have to die. No…he knew he had something else to live for. He sat up, placing his arms on his legs. He knew what he had to do.

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Squall and the others were having a hard time eating. With all the recent events that had happened, Quistis's death, the Omega Weapon on the loose, tensions were high and spirits were low.

"How's Seifer doing?" Rinoa asked. Everyone flinched at the name and Rinoa shrank back, feeling sorry that she even brought up the subject. Squall remained silent, fighting back the urge to just walk away. It was Irvine who finally spoke.

"He's been written off as unstable and an enemy of society. They gave him a small dorm and he hasn't done anything. He's barely eaten, he hasn't spoken, he's done almost nothing except sit there and stare blankly. He's a dead man." He replied.

"We have to do something. He can't go on like that, neither can we." Rinoa pleaded. Selphie snorted in disgust and threw down her fork.

"So you're saying that we forget all about Quisty and forgive Seifer and welcome him as one of our own? How can we forgive the man that killed our best friend?!" She demanded. Zell poked at his hotdog with a fork, not really wanting to eat anything, including his favorite food. Ayane placed her hands on his shoulder, trying to comfort him and he sighed.

"Selphie, you have no right to be saying that. He stabbed me for crying out loud!"

"He killed my friends in Trabia! He killed Quistis! How the heck can you forgive him so easily??!!" Squall stood up.

"I'm leaving. I don't want to hear you quarrel because I'm fucking sick of it! Would Quistis really want us to yell at each other? You guys are just plain…"

"You said it, Puberty-boy." Seifer walked towards them, waving a little. Zell stood up, wanting to pounce on him and beat the living daylights out of him. Ayane clung to his arm, knowing what he was thinking.

"And you would be here why?" Irvine asked, feeling no remorse for the man.

"I'm leaving."

"Good," Squall snapped. "We don't want to talk to you."

"I'm leaving." Seifer repeated, emphasizing the "leaving" bit. The message sunk in.

"Good," Squall said again. "We don't want you here."

"I don't belong here. I can't fit in. There's not one day that goes by without me hearing some brats walk by whispering about how idiotic I was. How selfish I was to save my own ass. I'm leaving."

"You can't just leave!" Rinoa protested. "Where would you go?"

"I'm a drifter by heart." He said, smiling ever so faintly. "I don't want to be some fucking memorial. I don't want to walk down the halls and have people say, 'there goes the man Quistis Trepe sacrificed her life to save.' I don't want that."

"Maybe you deserve it." Selphie snapped. "But I never want to see you again. Just leave now and be done with it. I hope you get eaten by a Behemoth."

"Love you too," he smirked. "But everyone blames me. They're probably right but I'll never find out just by sticking around here. There are too many memories."

"Good luck." Squall said, surprising everyone. "And let's hope Hell accepts you." Seifer waved. The cafeteria was still buzzing with talk but six people stood silent, watching as Seifer walked out of their lives.

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EverShadow: Enjoy?

Tiger of Blackness: No.

EverShadow: Remotely?

Tiger of Blackness: NO.

EverShadow: Ok…I see…I'll be going now. Well, next chapyter is going to get interesting, I guarantee it. EverShadow signing off.