Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Drenched by the Moonlight ❯ Memories ( Chapter 5 )

Okay I wrote this after another one of those reoccurring arguments with my mother. I miss school very much. I miss all my friends! I want to go back to school, because being home all day with this fuckin' monster is killing me! Anyways, on with the next chapter. Quistis and Squall's relationship will indeed be in bloom now. Sorry about the last few false chapters. Something always seems to stop me before I get to the juicy bits! ^-^ Well, here it is: And don't mind the OOCness.

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The blonde instructor walked into the darkened room, holding a manila folder in her arms. She scanned the room with her sky blue eyes, immediately noticing the blood stained carpet, and the gin bottle that was accompanied the bottle of pills. She gasped slightly, but quickly turned to Squall hoping he hadn't heard her. He raised a steady eyebrow at her, but soon realized what the immediate gasp was for. `Damn. I meant to get rid of that.'

 

“Well I mostly came by to make sure you were okay. You seemed a little out of it at lunch today. I thought you might have been a little sick.”

 

“No. I'm just fine. I was just a little tired,” Squall said smiling weakly again. It was true that a minute ago her very presence irked him, but now it felt good to have someone around. At least he didn't have to think about suicide anymore.

 

“Oh. Well, I can leave if you need to get back to sleeping.”

 

“No, I'm fine. I actually took a nap a little while ago. Hey. Would you like some coffee?”

 

“Yes, please,” Quistis, said, throwing him a quick smile. `I wonder why Squall's being so nice? He must be a little liquored up by now. But maybe now still isn't a very good time to talk about Rinoa's funeral. Looks like I'll be alone on this one.' Quistis smiled, putting the manila folder on her lap. Perhaps she'd discuss this with him tomorrow.

 

“Here you go.” Squall said placing the steaming cup of coffee next to Quistis. “Black, right?”

 

“Yeah. Thanks. What happened to your hand?” Quistis said, looking into Squalls steel gray eyes.

 

“Oh. I cut it on a broken glass. It's nothing.”

 

“Maybe you should go to the infirmary. It looks pretty deep.”

 

“I can't go to the infirmary.” Squall stated firmly. “I'm sure that Dr. Kadowaki has patients with injuries much more serious then just my little cut. “

 

“Well at least let me tend to it. It'd leave a nasty little scar if left untreated.”

 

“Another scar wouldn't exactly bother me.” Squall said rubbing a finger over his battle scar.

 

“Just stop being stubborn and let me help you. Where are the bandages?”

 

“I don't have any.”

 

“Damn.” Quistis mumbled softly. “Do you have an old shirt maybe?”

 

“Yeah.” Squall left the blonde, to look for an old shirt.

 

Quistis tiredly raked her hand through her hair, and sighed. I wonder if he really got that cut from a glass, or if he made it him-

 

“Here you go.”

 

Quistis smiled, and ripped the shirt in pieces. She wrapped the tattered rag around his hand. “Okay this may hurt a little.” Quistis said, looking at him deeply. Squall just nodded. It couldn't possibly hurt that bad. Quistis shook her head, and sighed inwardly. Men. Always acting like pain is nothing.

 

Quistis pulled tightly on the rag, and tied it in a small knot.

 

“Ouch! Damn!” Squall said, pulling his throbbing hand away from her.

 

“I told you it would hurt,” Quistis laughed.

 

“I didn't think you were going to pull it that hard. It's not like it was bleeding anyway.”

 

“Force of habit,” Quistis said, shrugging. She smiled at him, and took a sip of her coffee.

 

“Yeah, I bet.” Squall said, smiling at her grimly before taking a sip of his own coffee.

 

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“Remember that time Zell tried to shave his legs?”

 

“Yeah, because Seifer told him it'd increase his attack speed!” Squall finished, chocking on the coffee he'd attempted to swallow.

 

Quistis and Squall had sat around joking for nearly four hours about things in the past. From the few childhood things they'd remembered to things that'd happened only a week ago.

 

“Wow. I'd forgotten about most of things until just now.” Quistis said, taking off her fogged glasses. She wiped her eyes, and then her glasses.

 

It's nice to be around a friend. This is cool. Squall looked over at Quistis, a childish smile was still on his lips.

 

She's truly beautiful. It's a shame no one has married her by now. Squall grinned. I guess we all have our faults. Even Miss Trepe.

 

She put her glasses back on, thankful to see Squall's boyish features more clearly this time. She mentally scolded herself. Get a fold on yourself, Quistis! The man just lost his girlfriend!

 

“Well, maybe I should be going now.” Quistis said, climbing to her feet. The forgotten manila folder fell to the floor, the pictures and contents spilling from it. Pictures of Rinoa alive and dead fell from the folder, decorating the floor with the tainted memoirs. Squall quickly picked them out, trying to be polite when he saw the pictures of her. The same bloody gash that invaded his dream was now in front of him.

 

“Why do you have these?” Squall said, looking into Quistis sky blue eyes with a new kind of seriousness.

 

“I-I just wanted to come by to make last funeral arrangements.”

 

“So when did you decide to give these to me? After the coffee and the little chat?”

 

“No! I was going to handle everything else. I didn't want to upset you, so I just never showed them to you.”

 

Squall rubbed the back of his neck, with his eyes closed. He was deep in thought. He sighed, and started with a softer tone then before. “I know you may have been thinking it would have been better for me to not be included in this part of the funeral, but I would like to help out.” `After all it is my fault.' “Thank you for this, though. The chat and all.” He said, smiling softly. He placed Rinoa's pictures back in the manila folder, and smiled at the picture that they'd taken together only a month before. He held it in his injured hand.

 

“I didn't think anyone else had this picture.” Squall said in a soft voice.

 

“Yeah. Rinoa gave me a copy. She said it would brighten up my plain room. She gave me a really nice frame, but I wanted to use the picture in the obituary.” Quistis smiled softly. “You should have smiled. You look nice when you smile.”

 

Squall nodded, and placed the picture into the folder. He handed it to Quistis.

 

“Well, I guess I'll see you later.” Quistis said, sending him one last smile. He walked her to the door, and let her out. Seifer was walking down the hallway along with Raijin and Fuijin.

 

“So Leonhart finally got laid, did he? Maybe now he'll finally stop acting like he just hit puberty.”

 

Seifer along with his two lackeys started to giggle uncontrollably. Not having the energy or the time to argue with Seifer, Squall just flipped him the finger. But Quistis on the other hand did have time to argue with him.

 

“You know, Seifer. Women you purchase, and your hands don't count as sex.” It was true that her and Squall had only joked, but Seifer didn't have to know that. Quistis walked away before he could retort anything while Rajin and Fuijin were doubled over in laughter.

 

Seifer glared at the two and walked away. “Come on you, idiots!” Seifer yelled behind him. Still laughing, his friends followed him.

 

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Kay. I finished this with four pages. It's longer then the last one. Took longer then the last one, and was more difficult and fun then the last one. And as for Love Kills, Literally. (For those who've read It. I.E Asante.) It's going to be on hold until I finish writing Watching From a distance. And HURRY AND UPDATE YOUR STORY, YOU LACKASS!