This is a gift fic for AkuRokuTurkTrainee, my self-proclaimed number one fan. ^^ Of corse I believe this to be a fact as well.
Thank you Dear for sticking with me!

I also want to thank 'Seifer' for our recent talks during my visits to the skateboard shop where he works.
I glad to say that 'Seifer' and this Sora are becoming good friends. =3

WARNiNG: This is a Seiner fic!! Meaning much yaoi-ness, and language, and other such things that your mother would not be pleased
to learn you are reading. XD
No haters please.

DISCLAIMER!: I do not own any of the charries from Kingdom hearts I/II, not did I create the game.

DownTown Skate Shop

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Hayner always loved summer break.
This year he was 18, able to go out and not have to worry to much about what his mom thought. Though he still had to live at home...
But only for a while longer, as he kept telling himself.

See, he had plans.
Once he finished school, He and Roxas had made a promise to move out and into a new place together.
They were just friends.
Roxas being like a brother to Hayner, and the same was true for Roxas.
But that way they wouldn't be starting out alone.

Well Roxas was gone now.
He moved away to live with his aunt and cousin after a house fire killed his folks.
The poor kid wasn't the same now...really quiet, and more shy then ever.
Made you feel sorry for him.

So now Hayner was stuck in Twiligt Town still, along with Pence and Olette.
At least he still had them.
With the summer struggle matches coming up, and plently of jobs open, Hayner wasn't going to be too bored.
Unless he didn't win the struggle matches.

Because if he won, Pence owed him a new skate board.
Right from the new skate shop.

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-(Hayner's POV)-

"-Hayner! Yo, earth to Hayner!"
Pence was giving my shoulder a slight shove, waving a hand in front of my face.
Olette gave a giggle at my apparently thoughtful expression.
We were up on the train station tower, like we did a lot during the summer.

I looked up at them, my sea-salt ice ceam dripping down onto the street far below.
"-Huh? Ah, sorry." I sad, going back to licking my ice pop.

Olette paused in her giggling, kicking her feet slightly.
"What were you thinking about? The struggle match later?"
She asked, looking at me with those big brown eyes of hers.
Now don't get any ideas...Olette is just a friend.
So is Pence.
Yeah, they know I'm gay. Freaked the shit out'a Pence at first, but I assured him he wasn't my type.

When people ask me why I'm gay...I have no answer. Other then, 'I just am'.
I don't like girls, and kissing one makes me sick.
Guys, at least most of them, are hot and sometimes give me boners. There you have it.

If anything, my mom accepted me better then even Pence or Olette first did.
When I told her I was gay, she just nodded, gave me a small smile, and said okay.
Just leaving it at that.

Now in case you're wondering what my dad thinks...here's the deal.
I don't have a dad. He left when I was a new-born.
Mom won't talk about him. I don't bring him up.
That's just the way it goes.

Honestly I could care less. If he didn't want to stay and help mom, or get to know me,
That's his loss.
Mom isn't sure she's doing such a good job of raising me on her own though...
Because I have a love for struggles, and have a bad habbit of getting into fights sometimes.
I can't help it.
I just don't want mom to think it's her fault.
She's all I have for family.

I gave Olette a ghosted smile, "...Yeah. I wonder who I'm going to be against this time..."
Pence gave a light clap of his hands. "We'll you took out Raijin, so....I think it's that guy- What was his name 'Lette?"
Olette gave a small giggle. "Setzer!" She made that 'he's so fuckin hot' face of hers, making it possible to almost see the drool.
I rolled my eyes, "I'll lay him flat." I said confedently with a large grin.

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[One day later]

Olette had managed to talk me into going shopping with her...don't ask how, I'm not even sure.
All I know is I was getting sick of seeing preppy girly stores...and having to tell her what I think about one outfit or a pair of shoes.
Someone up there hates me.

As it turned out, she didn't even buy anything.
So all of those two horrible hours spent in countless girl stores was for nothing.
I was pissed.

"It would have at least made sense if you actually BOUGHT something!"
I whinned, letting out an agrivated sigh.
We were walking back to her house so I could drop her off.

Olette gave a shrug, "Well sorry, but they didn't have what I wanted."
She pouted, crossing her arms as she walked.

I rolled my eyes as I remembered her going 'gaga' over some handbag.
Yeah right.

I had won the struggle match yesterday, so far my score was 5-0.
Second best to some guy I haven't even fought yet.
The next match was a couple days from now and I couldn't wait.

It was went we headed towords the tram common, I saw it.
It was that new shop a few of the guys at school had been talking about today.

'DownTown Boards'- the big lettered sign read.
The letters were styled to look like graffiti, giving it a cool look.
A grabbed Olette's arm, tugging her along as I jogged over to the new shop.

On look in the window and I was hooked.
Right there, sitting on a shelf was the new board I wanted.
Not that I had any munny on me, but I at least wanted to look.
After all, I deserved some pay back for Olette's dragging me around.

Walking into the shop with Olette close behind, I went right to the board.
Running a hand over it lightly I almost jumped out of my skin as someone spoke from behind the counter.

"Yo, you gonna just pet it?"
I looked up, unable to hide my blush.
"I, uh...I'm just looking." I mumbled a bit lamely. My hand falling down to my side.

Looking at him, I blushed a bit deeper.
He was gorgeous.
God, with dusty blond hair peeking out of the beanie he wore, and his baggy cargo pants, wife-beater, and long jacket that lay open,
he was jaw-dropping.
His smirk making me look away as Olette let out a soft giggle for my ears only.
Apparently she noticed my actions.
I could only hope he didn't.

But his amused face said he did.
From his place behind the counter, he came around the front and lifted himself by his arms and sat on the empty spot on the counter.
I could only wonder if he was doing this to show off.
If so, I just hoped it wasn't for Olette....
Then of course I mentally kicked myself for thinking that.
This guy was probly straight.
...God I hoped not.
Once again, metal kick in the head.

I tried to keep my eyes on the boards that littered the small shop.
There were kits, parts, paint, and anything else you could think of to trick up a board.

While I was walking around the shop, Olette was talking and giggling with the guy sitting on the corner.
Gad dammit. She could tell I was interested in him at least a little...she was flirting with him on purpose.
The funny thing was he didn't seem to interested.
He acted kinda bored, with that slight smirk lighting on his lips again as he caught me glancing at him.

"You know, kid-" He said, nodding to the board I was now fingering.
"I can hold onto one for ya', that is, if you actually want to buy one."

I nodded, fighting my blush.
"Yeah...That would be cool."
Doing my best to sound colected.

The guy nodded, stepping down from the counter and coming to stand behind me.
Reaching around me, his back almost squarely against mine- he pick up the board and took it behind the counter.
I swear he did that on purpose.

I went to stand next to Olette, shooting her a look as he crouched behind the counter.
She looked at me with a grin that she quickly hid once he stood up.
I was sure she had hinted at my quick interest.
Damn her.

The guy had pulled out a sharpie marker and a large sticky note, writing 'Hold for-' on it, before looking up at me.
"Name?" He asked slyly. I had a feeling he was using this as an excuse to get my name from me.
I told him never the less.
"Hayner, hmm...." He mumbled, his smirk ever present as he wrote my name on the paper.
I blushed as his eyes glanced up and met mine.
Shit. This guy was a pretty confident flirt.
"...Number?" He asked, smirking wider.
I grinned sudenly, chuckling as I leaning on the counter.
"Not on a first date."
I told him slyly, before standing back up straight.
I didn't say another word as I walked out of the shop. Olette quickly following.
"OH my god! He was soooo into you!" She giggled, giving me a playful shove.

I couldn't help but grin.
"You think so?"
She nodded eagerly.
"For sure."

I felt pretty good about myself after that, if not a bit cocky.
I had managed to attract the attention of a very hot guy...and it made me feel even better that he had even asked for my number.
...even more so that I had denied him that information.

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"Welcome all, to the third round of the summer Struggle tourniment!"
The crowd cheered as the anouncer stood in the middle of the struggle platform.

I stood waiting with struggle bat in hand- a grin on my face, and the desire to beat some poor bastard down.
Then came my name.
"In the blue corner- The kid with one bad-ass attitude...Hayner!!"
Olette and Pence gave cat-calls and cheered, along with a few others in the crowd.

I waited to hear the name of my opponet.
Shifting from on foot to the other, I gave a few swings of my bat....just hurry up already.
"And in the red corner!"
I grinned, looking to the other side of the platform as my oponet came up the steps.
The anouncer standing in my view made me frown, but he would move soon enough.
"-Seifer!"
Many of the girls in the crowd went wild.

I looked down at Olette, and frowned slightly.
She was laughing.
Like crazy.
And pointing behind the anouncer...
As said fat man moved aside, I gasped.
OH. HELL. NO.
It was him.
That guy from 'DownTown Boards'.
Holy shit.

He looked surprised too, his brown furrowed slightly as he looked at me.
I simply shrugged- I wasn't going to let it get to me..I had a match to win.

-and what did he do? He smirked.
Before I could even register what that look could mean, the round was called to start, and he rushed at me.
I had to jump back to doge his first strike, and he let out a laugh.
My eyes widened slightly then I found myself laughing slightly as I moved away from his next swing.
If he was going to have fun with this, then at least I could too.

My first mistake was letting him get closer.
He was suddenly right infront of me, his breath on my cheek...
-and like a fool, I froze.
My breath hitched and then I was knocked back.
Looking up, I had just a moment to roll away before a light strike came down on top of me.

Just as I was starting to get up however, I knocked back again.
...this time with him on top of me.
Holy shit, his eyes were even more gorgeous then I first thought.

Seifer smirked at me as he held my hands above my head.
I could hear the crowd laughing and cheering him on.
Soon though, that sound fadded from my ears as he spoke softly to me.
"So...you going to give me your number now?"
His tone sly.
I grinned, "Maybe."

He let his small smirk grow, "Well, does this count for a second date?"
He laughed as I blushed, getting quickly up from on top of me.

I got up and didn't waist any time in coming after him.

In the end, I won.
I wasn't sure if it was because he let me, or on my own...but I didn't really care.
I had won the last round, and was now getting my trophy and belt.
As I raised it over my head and gave a shout, Pence and Olette came running up to me, laughing and shouting their congrats.

I saw him, standing a few feet away, smiling.
It wasn't that smirk...or a grin. But a real smile.
It made my heart skip a beat I swear.

Olette noticed Seifer and grabbed Pence, dragging him away as I set down my trophy and belt.
Seifer came over to me, holding out his hand for me to shake.
I took his hand, noticing for the first time the fadded scar across his nose.
No matter though, if anything it made him even hotter.

I had only just noticed he was still holding my hand and I blushed, making to pull it away.
But he stoped me, taking a step closer.
His smile turning into that sexy smirk once again.
...I couldn't berely breath.

"...What is it going to take, to get you to go out on a date with me?"
He asked, not caring that there were still people around.
I blushed, yet unable to look away.
"I...I suppose I could sometime."

He smiled widely, "Great! Meet me at the shop, around 5 tomorrow?" He asked, pulling a pen out of his pocket.
On my hand he scrawed a number, his cell he told me.
Then I took the pen and returned the favor.

Needless to say, I ran all the way home.
Suddenly unable to wait for tomorrow.
Forgetting all about my trophy and belt sitting on the bench in the sand lot still.

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