DISCLAIMER : Final Fantasy Series belongs to Square-Enix.
RULE IN READING THIS: DROP YOUR LOGIC AT HOME; enter the world without questions coz THERE WOULD BE SOO MUCH (too much) odds here; just prepare!^^ coz I'm just too lazy to fix it ; no details, lack of rationale.
Note: as I re-read this, I thought I should have changed the genre to drama. And like I promised, I was going to fix the plot first before posting, but apparently I didn't do that... a change in the story yes (prevent it to become 'M/dark/twist), but fix in the plot arrangement no... And those betrayal things just seems don't attract me anymore thus might be end up not as dark and heavy as the first summary. But, hey who cares… I'm just lazy to fix things so I present this raw story for y, reader.
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Chapter V : "Singing the Lies"
"So, it's true that he killed Robin Oskman?"
"Yes."
"and set the murder of the late President Kurt Deling?"
"…yes."
"How about the bomb? Is it true that SeeD was behind all terrorist action in Deling?"
"… yes, it is. I myself was forced to be part of that plot."
"…oh… I see. A shocking brave confession, right , audience?"
"…"
"So, how about SeeD to you? how about working with him?"
"One word. Horrible. I wished I'd never been involved in that….
I adored him and believed in him since you know… the Ultimecia accident… but it appears than he was far worse than Ultimecia."
"Speaking of Ultimecia… is it a theory of Ultimecia was not a real threat true then? he appeared as hero to killed her just because of his knack of power and couldn't let a sorcerer live to rule the world since he was thirsty of it? and seifer Almasy was not doing anything wrong since he was controlled and just doing the right thing a knight should do: defending the sorcerer?"
"Could be. The man always greed for power. He even-", Selphie started to cry.
"Ms?"
"..-uh, he even killed Ellone…", she held his breath and tried to smile, "sorry for that.."
"What a touché moment… Ellone Loire… aren't they are siblings? And speaking of this, aren't you grow up together with him in orphanage with some other famous seeds?"
"True."
"How about his childhood?"
"…just like his adult age… selfish and cold. Introvert. Brilliant. Yes, much clever than the rest of us."
"and seeking of power? Antisocial?"
Selphie made a slight nodded. "but he'd rather schizoid and aloof instead of antisocial."
"About the sorcerer… could he being controlled all the time by her? just like Major Almasy used to?"
"Impossible. He is the one who control the sorcerer. He is… her knight just for power whereas Rinoa was a weak sorcerer. And he's much stronger… not the type who could be manipulated by anyone, not even the sorcerer."
"I see. Now would you mind fill us a few things you know about what had happened, Ms Tilmit?"
"I don't remember much though…. "
"He planned to take over the Galbadia?"
"He was already … for a brief time. And also leading Galbadia military expansion. It was such a brilliant neat plan. And planning to take over Esthar by using Ultima X weapon… and top of it… he served his sorcerer. He pretended to fight the sorcerer for year but eventually he blown up the cover and showed his true face. The lunar cry and all. He was about to take over the world with his sorcerer…"
"and that's how you stop his insanity, right?"
"I then finally could think clearly, and realized everything… "
"So you turned back betraying Squall Leonhart and helped the Galbadia and Esthar Join force to caught him, right? "
"unfortunately fail…"
"Don't say that! It was such a brave and honorable difficult decision!"
"…thank you."
"How about other SeeDs you grew up together? The high six SeeDs?"
"They all died- during that time…"
"but Kinneas? The number one criminal imprisoned in Balamb Prison right now? … ahem…it's actually quite personal, but Ms. Tilmitt, a reliable source said that you had a close relationship to him… so what do you say about his execution tomorrow?"
"He chose the wrong path. That's all I can say."
"So, finally the last question. If you ever had chance to wield your weapon… would you do it again? Heard you're such a skilled military girl… yes with Ultimecia accident and all..."
Selphie chuckled sweetly, "Oh, I'd rather sing, te he he…"
"Dear audience, it's all our exclusive interview with the living witness of our historical tragedy! Now for the White Days tomorrow, cheers!... and thank you, Ms. Tilmitt!"
Selphie nodded politely, smiling and laughing, shaking her hands to the interviewer and looked at the camera to greet the audience with her lovely laugh and smiles.
Selphie was still laughing cheerfully although the camera had stopped shooting. She then walked toward the back stage. After did some usual chats, she strode off the studio.
She was about to go to another exclusive interview, and some big events she had been invited to.
White Days. Celebrating day to remind Neo Republic Galbadia, the born of WPO, and great revolution of the world. A day to reflect new found hope and peace after horrible wars, Lunar cry, and tragedy ended. A day when the dice finally turned over. The mighty untouched absolute power and its leader disappeared from the world. But for me, it's also the day to start lies, to remember bloody massacres, the dying of my beloved friends and homes, a day when Seeds lose and massacred to deathlike lowlifes animals so that no seeds anymore existed, a day when all gardens shattered, the day of deletion of Gardens in history and in the real world. Yes, a day when the so called villain Squall Leonhart finally lost, and disappeared from the world. The day when my life ruined and half of myself died along with it.
Standing in front of the building, she waited just a minute for her yellow sedan stopped to pick her. Deling city, and she's not that popular here- at least not yet. No guards were needed, and after several polite replies for the curious reporters she bumped into, she finally got in the car with her interesting catchy smile caught by the camera.
Bam! She closed the door.
Still smiling, the luxury car had already run.
She then realized that it was not Dirk who was driving her car.
"stop his insanity… right, It was such a brave and honorable difficult decision!"
"WHAT- do you want here? Don't- disturb- my-life!", she yelled shocked, extremely shocked and not expected to see her long old friend, or acquaintance , -that's how she preferred to say it. She even thought he had died somewhere after that last time she saw him when they were being interrogated; When he approved all her lies but refused to be publicly exposed. It was a top secret, and the rest of the world had known Zell Dincth had died. That was condition he demanded, his personal wish.
The blond man who's driving then stopped the car.
"Selph..? I can't believe you-"
"-good thing you stop the car. Now get off before I call the policeman!", she then looked at the quiet surrounding. It was an empty street.
"Listen to me first! Don't you have any regrets? "
"No. Now get off, I'm busy right now, Zell! I'll be late…"
"Late?", he unusually twitching his eyelids ,"busy? For those craps again? For telling lies in some whole damn place while Irvine is about to executed tomorrow publicly? man! Where is your damn heart!"
"Yes.", she said firmly. "You could also be like me if you're not so immune to popularity, if that time you accepted WPO offer that would boost up your name too."
"…..I see… I should have known.", he sighed disappointedly.
But then all of sudden, he opened his door, stood up outside, and forcefully opened Selphie's. He then grabbed her hands violently.
"Selphie, listen! It's not as simple as you thought… something bad is currently running and something extremely bad will happen!"
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I don't care! I don't!", she screamed hysterically. Imagine a former bubbling too energetic girl shouted hysterically. She still had that loud pitch shrieking voice of her.
"Oh, FINE! I'll go on my own!"
Then several steps were heard.
Shit! Damn! Gotta run…
Zell didn't think twice to start running.
He had sacrificed his precious 3500 gils to get there to Deling from Timber by train. His precious gills which just he gained and appeared miraculously in his accounts for his family!
Not to mention the Timber was still not a safe place since the northern part of it still occupied by those resistance groups.
He risked it all, but this was what he got.
He ran and ran… just one thing was in his mind: he was about to find Squall, no matter what.
It must be Squall… the man I met in FH… where is he now?
But first of all, he's going to liberate Irvine. After Irvine had pushed him to unconsciousness, Zell realized something must be done. Yes, when Zell awoke and felt the familiar presence of Siren and Pandemona in his brain. He could actually angry at him, or it could just a means communication he desperately trying to do. Whichever, Zell couldn't care less now. He's going to save his old friend. And without his GFs to support him, Irvine would surely ambushed by now. Zell was hoping Selphie would actually help him. But, hey… leave that spoiled-hypocrite woman there alone in her luxury, he could do just fine with or without her.
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Since the pub was now empty of guest, she was eating her dinner with a big portion on the corner of empty table in the corner of the room, heading opposite the door view. She looked at the empty white walls she faced on for minute like there had been some kind of very attractive things on it, then to her meals in slight good mood. She was enjoying her meals, not realized that she's not alone in the room. A man was sitting alone there in the corner, far opposites to her side of room. He watched her every details: her appearance and movements, her attitudes, and all. How she ate her big bread greedily, and then went on to another round of hot spaghetti. A muffin was there too. She looked peaceful for a moment. But suddenly her transient peace disturbed by noisy steps on the wooden floor as people coming in to the pub. She ignored it. She was having her break time and no one would stop that. Just let others do it.
"Claire, your break time is up. Bring this wine to the front then wash the dish… then back to the court; take care the bar.", an old fat man with beard said arrogantly.
"Calpa red wine?", she eyed the two bottles in disbelief.
"Special guests- foreigners. Look like soldiers."
"Can you see I'm having my meals? Where's Maron? I'm not the only one who works here."
"busy. Popular among the guests. Not like you. Thanks to her that my pub is quite popular and has regular costumers. Now stop the chit chat and do your work!", he grunted and went inside. "and behave yourself. No more running away guest because of you! You know that I shouldn't even employ you, you pathetic woman!", he yelled from the inside. "Oh! I should have employed a more attractive girl instead!"
"after I finish this meals…", she said nonchalantly undisturbed.
"tell that again and you lost your job!"
Oh, like there is sane girl who would work with you Barbadoz! "Oh, fine…"
You don't even able to pay us right! God! This work is stinky… this place is stinky…
She stood up, annoyed, and went delivering the wine and greeted the guest.
And I'm not Maron the bitch who sleeps with whoever guests paying her high…..
She dropped the wines on the table and skeptically said, "Your oders?"
Just low rank Galbadian soldiers… but what are they doing here in Trabia anyway?
"What? So disappointing…", a man said looking at Claire then to his friends.
"Excuse me?"
"that Rosik said it's damn pretty!"
"So, no orders then?", she said coldly.
The Galabdian soldiers then laughed each other.
"Say, what's your name, girl?"
Not too far from that corner, she didn't realize that someone was still watching her every details. The man was sitting alone in the farthest table since unknown exactly.
He had seen all from the very beginning when she was eating her meals until now. The insults kept going and kept worsening. He's still doubt but not in the world he let any women treated so harsh like that.
The blond man with jade eyes then stood up.
That Claire now was on the floor, still laughed and mocked by the Galbadian soldiers, wiping the wine and picking the broken piece of glass after the pub owner yelled angrily at her. It's not actually her fault. She reacted fast as one of the pervert men touched her breast playfully disrespectfully.
"Don't you have any morals left?"
"HEY! Who the hell are you! Don't you know who we are? Don't you see our uniform?"
"haha…how could he possibly know? He's just a villager! Wanna play hero, huh?"
They laughed again. "we're galbadia soldiers! Don't you know? Huh?a real one! Hahaha!"
"Yes. I understand now why they say Galbadian soldiers are bunch of moron….."
"YOU!", he was pointing his weapon just to be unarmed easily by the jade eyes man.
"Arggh! Dare you insulting us !"
But suddenly one man held the shouting man's hand and whispered something so that the man turned pale and quiet.
"… looks like it's proven. Aren't you supposed to be training here in Trabia? You're just wasting the national funds….. and here you don't do anything good beside playing around dumbly with a villager girl in a pathetic pub. The likes of you is the reason why Galbadia army never been better… and how they talk about Galbadian soldier, right- …understandable. Only expert in tainting the name of Galbadia…try to learn using your weapon instead."
"s…I'm sorry, Sir…please don't-"
He then grabbed one of the men's collar, looking at symbols there. "Griffin 43, isn't it? Wait till Captain Ferd hear this. But, not my job anyway… not in the mood. I'll probably just slip this away... now go!"
Without asked twice the soldier marched out from the pub.
Then the jade eyes man looked at the woman who was now stiffened realizing the fact. But she kept her face expressionless and continued cleaning the mess.
"Well, never thought to find you here, Instructor...", he smirked smugly. "Incredible! You look… pathetic.", he eyed her from head to toe. Then he continued, "now even my lovely instructor can't beat those silly Galbadian, huh?"
"-don't understand. I guess…wrong person, sir."
He laughed. "Whoa…whoa…not a thank you, eh? Well, I take that now you could easily be played then? Sell yourself to live? so, how about going out with me to a hotel then…", he opened up his wallet and showed off lots of gils."…,Quistis?", he whispered right to her ear.
The pub owner witnessed this all and his mind was all about the money while she in the other hand screamed in her mind and was about to replied coldly when he said, "what's with your face? Don't worry... I'm not interested. Hahaha…", he threw the money and went off to the door.
"It's for the meals and wines!", he said, still laughing. As he reached the door, his phone rang and she saw that his grin faded and his expression changed to a serious one suddenly as he took the phone. Then he left the pub, running.
"Hey! He's not even eaten or drank anything! Who is that? You know him, Claire?"
"…no."
"But, wow! Look at the money! Money! Hahaha! He paid lot than he should! Oh, Claire…..look at this! I'm not going to cut your salary for that damn wine! Forget what I said before! Don't worry, dear! Hahaha!"
Seifer! you! asshole!
…
! in civil clothes but still he's a F.A.S.T leader…
Squall…..
Are you still alive?
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A black hair man with a good posture in his 50s sat alone in his office in Deling city. In front of him was a tiny laptop which was currently connected in video calling.
"what do you mean by that?"
"This will be the last time. I'll do my best next time, General Terry."
"…. Is that all your report?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Ok, I'm counting on you, Almasy. You know that this matter will involve our Republic of Galbadia itself. And the president will be really furious knowing about this. He directly instructs this... and you know that if we could handle this well, Galbdia could get highest authority in WPO."
"I know, Sir."
"and, Almasy, I don't think I can cover for you again… you know how the president is."
"Yes. Thank you General Terry."
"Just don't fail again. It might be not just you. In case you fail again… then we will be off duty by the president himself."
"I won't let that happens, Sir."
General Terry nodded gracefully to the jade eyes man then he cut the connection. Well, if this went well… he just did some tricks and probably he'd end up as president of Galbadia himself and became the prime minister of WPO, that's how he thought. He grinned by himself thinking about the future and started to smoke, smiling.
While in the other hand, the man he was calling was in an unfriendly situation. He was alone in a large snowy field which extremely cold and could kill him anytime. No plants except tundra. All were white. No civilizations.
Small Trabia City was miles far away and he was totally alone in that place.
He held the hand phone, still looked at the currently blank black screen, and squeezed it, annoyed. His face was serious and full of hatred. He let out a frustrating sigh.
Shit!Where are you, Squall? He put the hand phone in his pocket. Wrong hint… this must be a misleading information… He raised an eyebrow. Then he ran with his hyperion ready at his back.
….wait, isn't this interesting…..?
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The sky had already reddened due to the sunset but not that apparent since it was the snowy land of Trabia. He found she was there, sitting alone near the Christmas tree outside the pub, in the backyard. He could only saw her back but as one of the sexy girl said it must be her. Like he saw her last time, she was full of foods around her; near her and also in her mouth and hands. She was gazing at the far sky to the west, enjoying the view.
-But she's not enjoying the view. She looked like desperately running away frustrated girl. And her eyes told him so.
"Stop this. You're killing yourself.", Seifer grabbed two big carton packs of breads forcefully. "do you have anything else to do beside eating?"
The girl surprised by his sudden presence. She still thought she was alone.
"Leave me alone! ", that how fast her reaction was.
He hung the foods high so she couldn't get a hold on it. With a challenging eyes, he looked at her. She cursed herself realizing her mistake.
"I mean, I know who you are, sir. F.A.S.T leader."
"I know you too, Quistis. Now could we stop playing this dumb scenario? So… is this a part of your disguise, then?" he stared at her currently pitiful appearance from head to toe; too contrast from the beautiful girl last time he saw her. Nothing like Trepe the brilliant SeeD with a wonderful long blond hair and body and muscles- and face. "-or is this the effect of poisoning your brain with food?"
"Aarrgh! what's with your problems? Couldn't you just let us- let our life peacefully? What do you want from me? I don't have anything involved with those kinds anymore. Don't disturb me. Don't you have everything you want, now, Seifer?"
He made his face closer and closer to her as he threatening, said, "If you're not involved in this, then tell me, who is the one who make GF appearance in this remote Trabia as his sign?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
He smirked smugly.
"Defending Leonhart is typically you. Still love him, eh? Welll…well…good guts you have, Quistis… wait till Galbadia knows about your involvement in this case.
I'll get the proofs… you better be prepare for it."
He let her, and he tossed her foods back to her.
"I wonder if Galbadia… if the world knows that Quistis Trepe is still alive…", he smirked again and left. "a fake Squall Leonhart appearance in Trabia by his loyal subordinates…. what a romantic headlines….hahaha…".
But then he stopped. And turned again to face her.
"What?"
"Thanks to you. It's a perfect misleading hints-"
"Haha… you can't threat me. I know you, Seifer. Reporting this problem will only make your name bad. A high pride man like you…*chuckle*. And you're not going to kill me just now since I might be... valuable… right?"
Seifer then smiled confidently.
"Always amaze me like always, Instructor…
I'm just telling you… get your hands off this case, Quistis. You're not in a good condition yourself. And if they found out you're still alive, probably you'd be the next target."
He then truly left her entering the pub and went through the exit door.
Quistis picked her foods back and continued to eat to ease her mind.
At least, you're safe, Squall…
"Claire, I watched all… who is he?"
"…don't know, Maron. And what are you doing here?"
"no more guests. Who is he? C'mon… Mr. Barbadoz had already told me…", her sexy voice teased her.
"don't know. Some random guys."
"the handsome rich man ? some random guys? oh , c'mon! I watched all from the beginning… and how he kissed you! did you have some kinds of relationship with him?"
"God, I'd rather die. And he didn't kiss me. He's probably mistaken me from someone else. If he's looking for me again… don't let him get the hint. Right, Maron?"
"…hey! Where are you going?"
"Home. Barbadoz had given me special off duty."
"Wait! Could you at least tell me his name or anything?"
"Look, Maron. I just tell you once. Don't get yourself near him ever. Look at his appearance; he's not a regular dumb man you used to play with."
"Oh, let's see…", Maron looked annoyed.
But Quistis ignored her. How she didn't know Seifer was none of her concern. Maron was a typical bitch bar girl of a such remote village who never read the newspaper anyway…
Now Quistis was thinking a possibility of moving somewhere.
But talking to Barbadoz to quit the job right now was not a good idea. She had not thought of other remote place relatively called safe for her to live right now except this pathetic city. No other jobs too except this pathetic job.
But she knew she would surely leave this place soon.
Thinking about the money as she must need it, she then went home to think.
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It was dark. Squall Leonhart sat alone. He was trying to catch the signals desperately with a radio receiver he had in his hands.
He had modified it and the result was not too bad.
It was damn noisy but somehow he could catch the news. What the world was currently doing.
He sometimes heard the voice of General Terry, Seifer…
Caraway…
And many important news.
Even Laguna's voice.
The world was united now to face him alone. How ridiculous to hear his name again and again as the most person wanted in the world. The worst person could live.
It was a perfectly strategist place to caught many important signals since the place was strategically in the center, in the middle of Esthar, FH, Trabia, and Galbadia territory.
More importantly, no sane people would shelter there in the barren island of Centra , surrounded by ocean, in the forbidden place of Odin Ruin.
The creatures there themselves were enough to kill whoever dared to set foot there.
That's how Squall could regard that place was reasonable to hide for now.
The last news told about his presence in Trabia.
Who the hell is that?
…just another fake scenario of Galbadia soldier?
….
Squall then looked around.
He was now desperately thinking. He couldn't be hiding there forever.
Safe, but for how long?
Safe, but what for?
Damn it!
He let out a scream in frustration.
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The room was nothing luxury. It was the most expensive hotel Trabia city had, but it's nothing like an elite hotel. Seifer was on the bed, trying to get some sleeps. Tomorrow, he would go home to Deling and report directly to the president. As he were about to go t o Dollet that day, a shocking news about Leonhart's appearance in Trabia made his destination changed drastically. The president wouldn't accept anymore failures. Somehow, Seifer realized that Glabadia intention to catch Leonhart was just a matter of political play, a set off scenario to feed the public. They didn't really serious about it. Of course, since he was not a true threat anymore; not with his current condition. Seifer tried to close his eyes. So, there he was, lying aimlessly on the bed of some cheap hotel in remote city of Trabia, far in northern snowy land just because of that man. The former Trabia Garden to the east had already become the mining town of Carten (as the name came from garden).
He's extremely tired, but he couldn't sleep.
He never thought to accidentally… found her here.
He stirred again his body.
True, he had fallen again for Rinoa. He'd do anything for her since that day…
But he always had this unexplained special feeling toward his former instructor. Always, even when they were still innocent children.
He just never had the chance. And Rinoa was always come into the picture instead. And when he met Rinoa several years ago, she was told to be dead.
I even thought you're dead…
Oouch…! What the hell am I thinking?...but she was damn too attractive for him; not her appearance since it was nothing could match Rinoa's now, there was something….
Almost 8 years since Fu and Raj died…
He was never actually alone like these years.
His mind ran to Rinoa again.
He now sat, ran his fingers on hyperion. And then he chuckled to himself.
I'm still sane… no way I'd fall for her. No way….Rin is thousands prettier than her… thousands better…
I'm sorry, Rin….he kissed the gunblade dramatically like a crazy man.
Then he could never fell asleep after thinking about how dangerous situation Quistis was actually in.
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He had waited for her appearance for hours. Now the sun had raised quiet high.
"Mmfff?"
"Keep silent, Quistis."
"…."
He let her.
"What do you want? I told you that-"
"I told you that you shouldn't be here anymore, Instructor."
"none of your concern. And I already have my life here."
"as Claire the bitch bargirl? Great, isn't it?"
She ignored him and went inside the pub to work.
He then waited for hours on the corner table. He ordered drinks and just sat there. That Maron girl had several times trying to lure him but he's not interested. Then finally, the bitch had already gone off with customer. He couldn't help but thought of Rinoa whenever he saw that Maron. He ordered more wines and calmly sat there. Without realizing it, he was actually quite depressed right now. This Squall thing made him dizzy. He didn't even that confident again to think he's doing the right thing. He just followed his heart for Godsake!
And the last time he used it, he was that so called Sorcerer lapdog.
Now he had everything he always wanted. And as that Caraway driven out by Terry, I could even get more power….higher position…
A flash of Deling city image sent him to his precious memories. He always like that place. The place where he could feel superiorities, like he could own the world with his hands. Something noble… something powerful…. My dreams. Although it was not a happy ending story since that cheesy knighthood thing which made him insane and hated by all of people of the world. True, it was a total failure. He was a total failure while that Leonhart had become the hero.
He drank again. It was a deep wound indeed and he was actually felt a slight thankful to his rival to kill that Ultimecia and freed him from her control. He felt ashamed, he felt regret, but deep down in his mind, subconsciously he never regret what he had done. Sounds crazy, but he was quite happy. He was quite proud of himself.
And now he even got a better chance… to resurface again, to be known, to be…
He drank again.
Everything went so fast…. He drank again, while still paying attention to Quistis in every details.
Now Quistis had already felt uneasy.
"What –do- you want?", she approached the only table with guest now; cleaning the table furiously, but still appeared smiling.
"Why don't you live like that messenger girl then? heard she's such a famous singer now."
"Don't –"
"-or work with me? No one's actually blaming you…"
"Work with you to catch him, huh? ", her eyes stared coldly.
"Yes. You're more valuable than to be such a girl bar like this.", he smiled smugly. "or…work with me, get the fake id since no one would even relate you to Quistis Trepe…don't worry. You've changed so MUCH."
She was extremely annoyed and left the table furiously. But Seifer then caught her hands.
"A ring, huh?"
She jerked her finger forcedly.
"Yes. I'm married.", she said with a fake proud intonation.
"I know… I've seen your husband's still wearing that…", he smirked.
"WH- what? You've found him! Where is he? Where is Squall? You—"
"got you!..."
"…"
Actually, what Quiatis honestly wanted to scream out was, what? He's still wearing that? I can't believe it! But of course a more urgent thing came out of her lips instead.
Seifer drank his wine again.
So, it's actually right…..damn it…" married to that puberty boy… such a dream come true, eh?"
She gazed him for a minute then took off her napkin and collected the glasses from his table.
Seifer followed her to the bar.
"I'm done here, Barbadoz. No more guest."
"Hey…!It's just 8 p.m!"
"How about Maron?"
"She's-!" but his eyes turned green greedily as Seifer showed up thousands gills.
"Isn't this enough?", he said, a little drunk.
"Ss-sure! Go Now!", Barbadoz said.
Seifer then leap her shoulders and went outside.
She pushed his hands harshly once they're outside.
"Now tell me! what's this all about?"
"That bar is not yours..."
She then whispered angrily, "you're not purposely sitting there whole day! Or is this about it? that you've triumphantly caught him? you jerk!"
"No, it's all….. about you.", he kissed her.
Quistis angrily pushed him to the ground.
"You're totally drunk!"
No, I'm not…you're in a total danger, Trepes….
"What's that? Aren't you usual to this thing? I can pay you, too.", he smirk. "or it's Claire? Not for the ones who know you, Quis?"
"…"
"Don't worry, I haven't caught him yet…..or would you like to work together with me?"
"never!"
"I warn you once again. Flee from this place soon. Next time I WON'T LET YOU SLIP AWAY…"
You're in total danger, Quis…
"and I will save you from this mess, hahaha….."
He left Quistis standing there, freeze, trying to read his mind. Then Seifer walked back to his hotel in extremely heavy head. What a damn crazy day…. He stretched his back on the bed.
Finally, he could sleep.
Still in midnight, Seifer awoke in surprised as he heard a cold voice,
"there something odds about you. Which side are you on?"
A Save the Queen pointed directly to his neck.
"still a SeeD then?", he looked at the opened window. His head was still heavy due to the alcohol. Well, he did drink a lot this day.
Then he smiled confidently. "Well, if I told you I'm on his side, you wouldn't believe either…", he smirked.
"…"
"I'm just on my own side.", he said finally.
Now his hyperion was pointed directly to her instead.
"don't try to play with me, instructor….", he then lower his gunblade. "aren't you too brave sneaking alone in my room? Such an idiot girl you've become, huh? I get it…..it's Claire the bitch….."
"… you have actually found him, aren't you? Now where is he?"
"Why are you still loyal to him? What you see in him?"
She let out a bitter chuckle.
That morning, Quistis couldn't believe she found herself awoke in such a situation. God…..what the hell did I do?
"already paid, Miss…. Hey…. Aren't you Claire the bargirl?", the receptionist said. She didn't answer and walked outside cursing herself.
Naked, alone, in Seifer's room was the most horror she could imagine.
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[end of chapter "Singing The Lies"]
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