The dark-haired girl in blue rubbed her hands up and down her arms in an effort to keep warm, as she sat down in a chair by the large oak desk. It was so hot outside. Why was she so cold?
     Squall cast a sidelong glance at his troubled girlfriend, and quickly finished his phone conversation.  Almost as soon as the receiver was in the cradle, he was beside her, worry etched on his handsome face.   "Rinoa?"
     She wrapped her arms around herself. "Cold," she whispered. "I'm so cold." Her brown eyes were wide and glassy.
     "What's wrong?"
     "I don't know, Squall." She shook her head, and stood, brown eyes filled with confusion. "I'm not cold anymore. But it was as if someone tried to cast Ultima on me. And then there was emptiness." He rose, too, and pulled her to him. They stood like that for a long time.
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     The normal exuberance had faded from dark green eyes, the normal sparkle fading into the background.  The tiny girl wobbled a bit, and reached out a hand to prevent herself from falling to her knees. Her hand immediately came in contact with the soft tan suede of a well-worn duster, and she was swept up into strong arms.
     "Selphie?"
     "Cold," she murmured. "Irvine, I'm so cold."
     The modern cowboy's eyes narrowed, and he held her even closer to him. The spiky-haired blonde cocked his head, and his own blue eyes narrowed, as he struck a fighting stance and looked around menacingly.
     "Not here," Selphie murmured, her brown hair falling across her suddenly tired face. "Not anymore." A tear slid down her cheek. "It was so sad. So heart-breaking."
     "What was?" Irvine demanded.
     "I don't know," she whispered back, and buried her face in his shoulder. Irvine and Zell exchanged looks, and without a word, started for Trabia to request transportation to Esthar.
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     Quistis' blue eyes met Seifer's green ones, and they nodded, understanding without using a word. Seifer stood and went into the bathroom. The sound of water running brought Quistis out of her curled position, and she glared at the changed room. She couldn't remember what happened, but she knew that she'd been happy and oh, how she wanted to be that happy again.
     But Seifer had told her about the drug, and she would not take it again if it killed her. Which it very well might do. Though something bothered her. Seifer hadn't told her why it made her happy. She remembered bits and pieces, but nothing that made sense. Quistis bit her lip. She hoped she didn't have any permanent brain damage because of it. The GFs already took so much of her memories, that she didn't feel complete anyway, and she certainly didn't need anything else contributing to that fact.
     Folding her arms, she glared up at what she was sure was a hidden camera and yelled," I don't suppose I could get a decent pair of clothing in here! No self-respecting person would be left in something this ratty! And is this how you treat all of your guests?!" There was a knock on one wall, and a large man entered, a pile of clothes folded in his arms. He held them out to her, but all she did was glare at him. Shrugging, the man laid the clothes on the floor and left. As soon as the 'door' has been shut, Quistis went to the pile and brought them to the bed.
     Warily she unfolded the first garment and nearly crossed her eyes. It was a black leather jumpsuit with a huge green eye on the back, that looked spookily like Martin Rueday's eye, and a weird button in the shape of an eye right above the zipper. The halter style had obviously been made for a girl, and Quistis raised an eyebrow at what the jumpsuit would or would not cover. Slowly, she dropped the jumpsuit and glared at the wall. "You have GOT to be kidding!"
     There was a loud beep before Martin Rueday's voice crackled over her. "On the contrary.Rinoa. That is our uniform for females. And since you are a female, working for me, it is what you will wear."
     Quistis folded her arms and sat on the bed. "Not very inconspicuous, is it?"
     "People in this town know what it means. You shouldn't have any trouble. However, should the halter be too revealing for someone as conservative as yourself, I will have a jacket sent to your room." The sarcasm in his voice was not lost on Quistis and her eyes narrowed. Before she could reply, the beep sounded again, and Quistis stuck her tongue out.
     "Room service," she muttered, before going to the bathroom door and knocking on it. "Zell. New clothes have arrived in order to better suit our positions," she sneered. "I haven't seen yours and I'm not sure I want to."
     The bathroom door opened, and Seifer appeared, toweling his short gold hair. His vest hung open, revealing his broad muscled chest, firm from all of his training, and his biceps rippled as his arm moved. His green eyes were dark and bright at the same time, quickly taking in everything he needed to see, before settling on Quistis.
     Her throat was dry. She tried to swallow, but couldn't, as the green of his eyes engulfed her. She tried again, and succeeded, only to realize that he was talking to her. She blinked. "What?"
     Seifer's eyebrow raised. "I said, where are they?"
     "On the bed," she gestured with her head, angry at herself for being robbed of speech by a fine specimen of masculinity. Fine specimen of mas-! Quistis growled, swept up her "uniform", and marched into the bathroom to put the black piece of leather on.
     Seifer watched her slam the doors, the last thing visible to him, her hot blue eyes swirling with different emotions. He smirked and turned to the bed, pulling off his vest and reaching for a piece of black cloth. He shook out the cloth and his green eyes widened. "You have GOT to be kidding!" he shouted at the wall.