Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or anything on Final Fantasy VIII

Pairings: Seifer/Squall

Warnings: Yaoi, (Boy Love)

Anonymous

Chapter 1

Squall entered his office to get some things he had left over from the other day. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a rose sitting on his desk. Who the hell's sending him these things? This was about the fourth time it's happened, actually. Sighing, Squall walked over to his desk and looked at the rose sitting there. Again, there was no note, just the rose. Squall would admit he was flattered by this, but it was becoming a little frustrating as well.

He could not, for the life of him, figure out who liked him enough to send roses to him like this. The roses he gets would be in the same place as always, in his office, on his desk. A number of times Squall had counted in his head the possibilities of who liked him. But, as always, he couldn't come up with no one. Actually, Squall hadn't even noticed anyone giving him strange looks, or acting weird around him.

What Squall did not get was the fact that there wasn't ever a note to go with them. Was his admirer to afraid to show themselves? Well, okay, there was the first time last week when he got one note. But all it said was, "A rose for you." Shaking his head, Squall got whatever it was he came for and left his office.

Seifer was in the training center killing off monster after monster. He was a little stressed out lately, not really in a good mood either. People sensed this and stayed away from him, which he was thankful for. Seifer had just been in Squall's office, dropped a little gift off for the brunet. Yeah, that's right, Seifer could be thoughtful enough to send gifts, who would've thought? What Seifer had left was a single red rose on Leonhart's desk, although there was no note this time. The first time was a week ago. That was the only time he had left any form of a note.

Seifer just didn't feel the need to write, though. That, Seifer thought, was just too cliched for him to do. But leaving roses for the lithe brunet wasn't. Plus, Seifer was not good with writing his feelings down, let alone speaking them out loud. So all he did was leave a single rose on his desk before Squall even goes in there.

He briefly wondered what Squall would say; how he would react if he found out Seifer were sending him such things. Not to mention sending roses were for girls, but hey, he just couldn't think of anything better than a damn rose, okay?

Finally, he defeated his third T-Rex. Seifer decided it was time for him to call it a day with this. He sheeted Hyperion and left the training center.

Seifer?" Seifer's head snapped over in the direction he head his name come from. It was Squall.

"Squall," Seifer nodded to him.

"What were you doing?"

"Training. I find it relaxing."

"Ah." Seifer noticed a small rose in Squall's hand and thought Squall might have figured out it was him.

"Where did that rose come from?" Seifer pointed to the rose in Squall's hand, playing stupid. He wasn't scared of Squall knowing it was him, but he was just nervous was what you'd call it. Yeah... let's go with that. Seifer wasn't one to let his emotions show on his face too much. He wouldn't want to give anything away.

"Huh?" Squall glanced down and frowned. He looked back at Seifer. "Yeah. It was just sitting there on my desk. This had been going on for a week now, actually."

"Oh? Do you have any idea who they are coming from?"

"Nope. I have no idea," Squall admitted. Usually Squall didn't like to talk about things with others, but he found he could talk to Seifer. Hell, Seifer was easy to talk to, so Squall ends up talking to him more than any of his other friends. Not that he didn't like his friends or anything, it's just he feels he can open up to Seifer more.

"Really? Hm, no clue huh?" Seifer really hoped he didn't sound anything but himself just then, as to not give anything away.

"Hn. I'll admit it's kinda flattering and all, but it's also very irritating not knowing."

"Yeah, I'll bet," Seifer smirked.

"Yeah. So, where are you headed?"

"To my room, Squally-boy." He just couldn't help himself, these names just slip from his tongue without even thinking.

Squall growled at him for that nickname. "Don't call me that, bastard."

"Aw, you know you love it when I call you that."

"Like hell I do," Squall huffed, placing a hand on his hip. Seifer thought he looked rather sexy like that. Seifer bit his lip at the sight. He wanted to reach out and touch Squall's smooth looking cheek, but didn't dare do it. Seifer was not at all stupid enough do that, not yet anyway.

"Well, where were you headed?" Seifer finally asked.

"Nowhere," Squall shrugged. Truth is, Squall was quite curious to find out who is sending him these roses. Squall wiouldever admit this, but he actually enjoyed getting roses. He didn't care if they were for girls or not. It was a nice gesture to show someone you liked them. Though, Squall didn't know who was sending him them, but he knew he'd eventually find out. Well, until then he'd just go about his business as usual. Never before, though, had Squall ever cared about someone liking this. Then again, no one had ever brought him roses before. That was why he wanted to know who it was.

"Don't think too hard, Squall. They probably don't want you to know yet."

"How would you know? Has anyone ever sent you roses? Have you ever sent anyone roses?" Squall wasn't being mean, just curious.

Seifer glared at him for a moment. Does Squall think he's that heartless that he couldn't be capable of giving anyone roses? Though, he couldn't say anything about receiving them, he'd just rather give them. "No. I have never received any roses."

"Seifer. I didn't mean it like that and you know it," Squall stated in a firm tone. What he said wasn't meant to be taken in a bad way.

"I know," Seifer sighed, running a hand through his golden blond hair. Shit.. he really needed to take a shower.

"What about giving roses?" Squall decided to ask again.

"No," Seifer answered quickly. Damn, he hoped he sounded convincing just then.

Squall gave him a look. Sighing, he decided to not press it further. "Fine. I guess I'll see you later then?"

"Yeah. Good luck with finding out who it is, Squally."

"Asshole," Squall growled, making Seifer laugh.

Seifer walked off to his room, leaving Squall standing there in the hall with his own thoughts.

"Damn. Who's been sending me these?" Squall wondered out loud, thinking no one would hear him.

"Send you what?" a new voice piped up. Squall shot his head over to the other speaker. It was Quistis.

"Nothing."

"Oh, come on, Squall. I can see it in your hand."

"It's nothing for you to worry about though." Squall said in a tone that meant he didn't wanna talk about it with her, or anyone really. Seifer was the only one he would tell these kinds of things to. They, unlike Seifer, would always pry into his business. Squall would probably open up a little more if they wouldn't hound him about the things he mentioned. Seifer leaves the topic be when Squall didn't wanna talk about it. His friends would keep up on the subject, though.

"Don't wanna tell me?"

"Not really, no. Look, it's really nothing, Quis," Squall sent her a reassuring smile. "I got a rose, end of discussion."

She stared at him for a long moment. Squall looked like he really didn't want to talk about it right now. Though she was aching to find out more about it, she thought she'd leave it alone for now. "A rose huh? Well, do you know who from?"

"No, I don't," was his simple answer.

"Alright," She said, but she was dieing to know more. She highly doubted Squall would tell her, or anyone really. Squall wasn't the type to talk about his feelings. Well, at least not that she knew of. Squall was a very private person. She considered herself Squall's close friend, though, so she would think she knew these things.

"Alright. I'm, uh, gonna go to my room now."

"Sure. Talk to you later, Squall," she smiled at him, waving as he headed off to his room. All the while she was thinking about that rose she had noticed in Squall's hand. Hmm. She wondered who would be sending him roses. She didn't even know Squall liked roses to begin with. Gee, she felt left in the dark now. She knew, though, Squall would say something if it was that important.

She was so lost in her own thoughts, she didn't see anyone in the hall with her until they came to a stop in front of her. Hyne, she was becoming like Squall. Always inside her head like he is.

"Hiya, Quisty," Zell smiled brightly at his former instructor. "Whatcha doing?"

"Ah, nothing. Just talked with Squall. I was thinking of going to get a late lunch from the cafeteria."

"Oh! Well, how about I come with you? I could always get more food."

She laughed at him, knowing it was true. Zell can eat a lot. Well, a lot of hot dogs anyways. "I'm sure you could, Zell."

Zell patted his stomach. It seemed like he was always hungry for hot dogs. Mmm. He can never get enough of them. "Let's go."

They went to the cafeteria and got their food. The cafeteria was pretty empty, though, There were some people but not much. Though, they did spot a familiar blond sitting alone eating. They decided to go join him.

Seifer looked up upon hearing foot steps near him. Ah, it was the chicken wuss and the instructor.

"Hello Seifer." Quistis took a seat beside Seifer. Zell took one opposite from him.

Seifer nodded to her and smirked. "Quistis." He looked at Zell and said, "aw, what's the matter chicken wuss? Don't wanna sit by me? I'm crushed," Seifer faked a hurt expression.

"Shut up, asshole." Zell grumbled, making Seifer smirk at him.

"I don't bite."

"What part of shut up didn't you get?" Zell cocked an eyebrow.

"Hn. The shut up part."

Zell scoffed and shook his head, but smiled. "I should have known."

Seifer chuckled as well. "Chicken wuss." Seifer smirked when Zell growled at him.

"Do you have to call me that every time you see me? Zell questioned, taking a bite of his hot dog.

"Yep. I call it like I see it. You wear your hair like that, so I just have to point it out." Seifer replied, smirk still on his handsome face.

"Bastard. My hair does not look like a damn chicken."

"But it does," Seifer protested.

Quistis cleared her throat. "You guys seem to be getting along," she observed.

"Ha. We do not get along. Seifer's just the same old bastard he always is."

"Hey, I resent that." Seifer thought for a moment then added, "Okay, I don't resent that. I am a bastard."

"See, he even admits it!" Zell exclaimed.

"Calm down, chickie. It's nothing new, ya know?"

"I will say this one more time. Shut up."

"Nope, Sorry, I can't seem to do that."

Zell groaned at that, making Quistis chuckle. These two did seem like friends, though they did fight a lot. They were highly entertaining to listen to. "Okay, guys. Change of topic. I noticed a rose in Squall's hand as I was passing him in the halls. Though, he didn't wanna talk about it. I wonder who it's from."

"Huh? A rose?" Zell inquired, very curious now. He hadn't noticed anything like that, though. "So he doesn't know who gave it to him?"

"No. Well, that's what he said to me." Seifer froze for a moment. She saw the rose, but she didn't know who gave it to him. But now that she knew, Quistis was most likely to look into it. Great.

"Really? That's strange," Seifer said distracedly. He finished off the last of his food.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. I just don't know."

"Maybe you should leave it alone, Quis. You know how Squall gets when you pry into his personal life."

She nodded. Squall hated when people butted their nosed into his private life. But she couldn't just leave it alone, she wouldn't be her if she did that. Maybe she could do it without Squall finding out about it. Hmm. That sounds like a good idea to her.

"Why would someone send him a rose?" Zell wondered.

"Obviously someone likes him, chicken wuss," Seifer rolled his eyes. It wasn't that hard to think of Squall getting roses, was it?

"I hate you."

"I know." Seifer smirked at him. It was incredibly fun picking on the chicken. "Anyway, I would just leave it be. He'd be pissed if he knew you were meddling around his privacy."

"Yeah, I get it." Though she would do it when he didn't know.

Seifer gave her a look like he didn't believe her one bit. She smiled sheepishly. "Come on. When is the last time we got to do something like this? I'll tell you, never."

"Well. Do it at your own risk." Damn. Seifer hoped she didn't figure out it was him. Fuck... he'd never hear the end of it from her if she knew Seifer Almasy gave Squall roses.

"No need to tell me. I got it covered," she smiled at him.

"Ooh. I should help too," Zell spoke up.

"Great, just what we need, a chicken on a hunt."

"I am going to kill you, Seifer." Seifer just laughed. Quistis laughed at what Seifer said. Zell growled. They were making fun of him, weren't they? Dammit!

"Bring it, wuss," Seifer taunted him, smirk still in place.

"Fuck you Seifer."

"Oh, I would, but I don't go for chicken wusses."

Zell spat out his drink and sputtered at that. "W-what?" Zell growled at him again.

Well, this was fun and all. Seifer was getting pretty tired, though, so he decided to call it a night. "Alright. Well, I'm heading off back to my room. You two have fun now."

Quistis smiled when Zell raised his fist. Damn Seifer.

"See you later," she said, watching him walk off. She was thinking of ways to go about finding out who was giving Squall roses. It was gonna be a difficult task, but she could do it.

Later in Squall's room. He was laying on his bed thinking. Squall hated being so lost, but that's how it is right now. At least until he finds out who sent him the damn roses. Sighing, Squall rolled over in his bed, closing his eyes, He drifted off to sleep. All the while thinking of how to find out who kept sending him the roses.

A/N: Yeah, I decided to do this fic, because it sounded like fun. I hope you enjoy it, though. I don't know how this turned out, but I did check to make sure the spelling was good, as well as the grammar. Well, please Read and Review! Let me know how I did on my first chapter.