She was so warm. Her hand curled slightly and her blue eyes fluttered open, even as she burrowed deeper into the warmth. Smiling vaguely, she stretched her arms above her head, stifling a yawn. "Matron," she murmured," I had a strange dream." Then her eyes focused. She frowned. When had Matron put such a fancy chandelier in the girls' room? Her arms reached out and touched only sheets. Silk sheets. Empty silk sheets. Where was Sefie?
     Quistis sat up, quickly, surveying her surroundings. Not the orphanage and
not Garden... "That's right," she reminded herself. "Rueday's place..."
     Where's Seifer?
     The thought made her look around frantically then stiffen, and she bit her lip. Hesitantly she climbed out of the bed, not wanting to leave its warm comfort, but forcing herself to do so. Oh, the training of an elite military force. She stood in the center of the room.
     The bed dominated the room, a huge pile of feathers, silk, and cotton, in shades of blue, ranging from sky to
midnight. The carpet, plush white wall-to-wall, lowered beneath her feet and she wiggled her toes in pleasure. The walls were covered floor to ceiling with mirrors and Quistis wondered briefly about the kinky things that went on involving lots of mirrors and a huge bed. Shrugging her shoulders elegantly, she started for the vanity that stood against one wall and stopped short.
     She saw her face fill with shock as she looked at herself. Her bright blue eyes, more indigo than usual, heavy-lidded and sexy from the shadows of sleeping in make-up, enlarged and she saw her white hand reach up and smooth a lock of golden hair. It had fallen out of its style while she slept and now hung gently tousled around her oval face. Her hand went to the plunging neckline of a rose-colored slip. The spaghetti straps were loose on her strong shoulders, the right strap sliding off. The slip came to her knees, but still showed off her long shapely legs, and though it was loose, it clung in exactly the right places, and revealed every perfect shadow. It looked as if she's just awakened from a passionate night of love-making.  Not that she’d ever done so.
     Where's Seifer?
     Angry because of the connection between the two thoughts, Quistis stalked to the bathroom door and slammed it behind her. She slid to the floor and hugged her knees, glistening blue eyes the only feature visible.
     Where's Seifer?

     Seifer awoke with a start at the burning sensation in his jaw. Hyne, it felt like someone had set off a Firaga in his cheek! Unsure of his surroundings, he kept the pain inside himself. As he always did. HE waited, impatiently, while his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, then stiffened in alarm.
"I know this place," he muttered. It was a dark room with poles around the perimeter. He was in the center lying on a small cot. He looked up but there were no floating bodies, and he let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "All right." Seifer swung his legs over the side, his feet touching the floor instantly.
     An alarm went off, one inside his head, the other inside the room. More from habit than from training, Seifer pushed off the cot, leaping for the wall. And just in time, too. Spikes, large, metal ones, came hurtling through the circular floor in the middle of the room. Green eyes large with unconcealed anger and fear, Seifer swallowed and leaned against the wall.
     A door across from him slid open, and immediately, he put a smirk on his face and tucked his hands behind his head, as if he hadn't a care in the world. A light went on, but he didn't blink an eyelash, instead staring at the person who'd entered the room.
     "Impressive," Lila remarked, making notes on a clipboard. "Your reflexes are amazing, as are your recovery skills. Most people would have been out for hours after one of my Sleeps. You woke up after thirty minutes!" Hazel eyes filled with delight, she looked him over and then down at the clipboard.    "Correct me if any of these are wrong. Six feet two inches, 190 pounds." At that, she tried to hide a pleased smile. "Born December 22, twenty years old, blood type O, blonde hair?"
     "Impressive," he mimicked, smirking, but his body was tense. How did they find all that out in thirty minutes? His green eyes darted furtively around, catching sight of the computers on one side of the room, before returning to Lila's slight form.
     She eyes him warily. "Eyes...blue or green?"
     "Depends on my mood. No scans could tell you that?" Seifer's voice lowered to a dangerous level, that was nonetheless, very sensual, and Lila unconsciously took a step back. "What would have happened," he continued ominously," if my reflexes weren't amazing, Lila?"
     Worry visible in her revealing eyes, Lila straightened her shoulders, unsure of how to approach that. Sighing, she simply opened her mouth to see what would come out of it. "Then you'd be dead." She tilted her head. "You wouldn't be any good to us if your reflexes were slow." Then she kicked herself inwardly. He was already acting unstable.
     A scowl was beginning to cross his handsome face. "And the reason for my other vital statistics?" He had the feeling he already knew the answer and that he wasn't going to like it.
     "If we need to get rid of you, or in case we need to hunt you down." That was clever, she scolded herself. Normally you lie just fine. Why is making you so nervous?!
     Pushing himself off the wall, Seifer strode toward her, eyes full of fire. She held her ground at first, but as he neared, she began to back up, the anger in his eyes scaring her to death. Her legs banged the edge of the cot and she lost her balance, stumbling to a sitting position. His face lowered to hers, and caught in the green depths of his gaze, she closed her eyes, mouth parting in anticipation-was he going to kiss her?!    "Zell..." she breathed.
     His breath fluttered over her face as he whispered," Why would you need to hunt me down, Lila?"
     Lila's eyes popped open. "Wh-What?" she managed.
     Seifer stood almost two feet away from her, arms folded with a smirk on his handsome face that said he knew exactly what she wanted. Lila was beginning to hate that smirk. "Slaves don't need to be hunted down. Besides, we proved that we couldn't escape."
     "Escapees do," she brushed her hair out of her face, angry with herself for her reaction and hating him for the way he made her feel. "And those who know too much. And their friends." Lila glared at him to regain her composure. "No one escapes, though. At least from that test. It's a test, so we have everyone standing by in case of probably success. If it hadn't been a test, you probably would have."
     "And this is the torture chamber for those who dare to defy your brother."
     "It's the infirmary!"
     "Is that what they call it now?" Seifer sized her up, brazenly. "The little virgin girls wants to play doctor."
     Shaking with resentment, Lila hopped off the cot. "I am NOT a little virgin girl!" Realizing what she's said, she turned bright red. "I mean, I am-um, well-"
     "So what you're telling me is that spikes coming out of the floor is a normal part of the healing process?" Seifer changed the subject abruptly.
     "Uh-"
     "And I'm sure the bright lights also aid the patients."
     "I-"
     "Tell me, do you kill off all of the people who agree to join you?"

     Seifer easily sidestepped the thrown clipboard, and it clattered to the ground. Sardonically, Seifer picked it up and tucked it into one of his pockets, while Lila looked around for something else to throw. "Or only the ones that might be a little stronger than you want?"
     "We don't kill them!" Lila spat. "They kill themselves! If they don't care enough about their lives to move quickly enough, they wanted to die!" Her hazel eyes began to glow with an angry and unearthly light, and she clenched her fists.
     Seifer threw back his head and laughed bitterly. Green eyes pinned Lila to the floor. "Are you serious? Or just delusional?!" he scoffed. "Not everyone has good instincts or the kind of body to move like that! Most people wouldn't expect spikes to come shooting through the floor because they stepped on it."
     "Idiot!" She flung herself at him, pounding his chest with her small hands. "We don't submit them to this test if their bodies or minds can't handle it! That's why we scan everyone!"
     Seifer raised an eyebrow at the tiny girl who was raining down blows with no sign of fatigue. "And what do you do to the others?"
     "We don't even let them in past the stairs!" she cried out, before bringing her hands to her sides, staring at the floor. "The stairs have a built-in Scan. If people don't pass, we take them back up and cast Rapture." She twisted her hands together. "You and Rinoa passed. The first test was getting out of the cell. This was the second test."
     Rinoa? Seifer blinked. Rinoa wasn't-Quistis?!
     "Rinoa's going through this, too?!" Furious, Seifer advanced on Lila, intent on ripping her throat out.
     "No!" she threw her hands, whether in defense or exasperation, she didn't know. "Her mind was clouded! The Scan wouldn't work, except on her physical attributes. We concluded that even if her body could handle the test, maybe her mind couldn't."
     "And?!"
     "And what?" Lila was pouting. She really hadn't meant to give that much away, but he had such a dizzying effect on her. To steady herself, she clutched the cot.
     "What. Are. You. Doing. To. Her," Seifer ground out between his teeth.
     "I'm not telling." Now that was mature, Lila chided herself. But she really didn't feel like being mature.
     "Oh, you'll tell," Seifer leaned over her, eyes lit with green fire. "Or I'll kill you and find her myself."     The look on his face told her that he wasn't joking, but she tried to hold out.
     "I'm a sorceress," she began weakly, but was cut off by a gloved hand being slashed through the air.  Whimpering, she tried again. "You wouldn't be able-" This time the fist hit the bed with a resounding clang that echoed in the circular empty room. "You can't-" The fist rose again and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the imminent blow. But it never came. Warily, she cracked one eye open.
     Seifer was tapping away on one of the computers. Instantly in motion, Lila leapt toward him. "NO! What are you doing?!" Seifer turned, catching the feminine projectile in his arms. The only evidence that she'd touched him with any force at all was the sound of colliding bodies. However, he didn't move an inch, instead just looking down at the brunette in his arms. She stared up at him, helplessly, as she realized just how strong he was. "Stop," she told him, half-heartedly.
     "Where's Rinoa?" he demanded, but softly. "Tell me or I will dismantle this entire computer program to find out."
     "I can't-"
     Before she could finish, her lips were crushed against his. Any anger in her immediately dissipated, and she sagged against him, losing herself in the fullness of his lips. Then, just as suddenly, she was released, and she staggered.
     "Where's Rinoa?" he murmured.
     Dazed, Lila raised a hand to her lips, and then looked at the blonde man leaning against the computer desk. She opened her mouth and hit a button on the computer with her eyes. A map of the facility popped up on the screen, and she closed her eyes, running through the commands in her mind. Then she opened them, and pointed at the screen. "She's in there."
     But Seifer was already gone. The door leading out swung shut.

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