A/N hi everybody, this is the start of a new fic that I came up with last
month, I think im trying to get across their characters, but at the same
time getting my point across, and at the same time this being an AU. if
that makes any sense.
You should all know by now that my stories have a meaning and a point to them, so I want you to keep in mind what im trying to write about here, while at the same time enjoying the story.
Please keep in mind that my spell check has packed up on me, as all you DarkFantasy217 fans should know, and im not the greatest speller in the world.
So bearing all that in mind, we can get on with the show.
Disclaimer NOTE TO ALL:- these characters are not mine, they belong to squaresoft, im just playing with them. I'll put them back good as new after.promise. Only the story is mine and all plot bunnies here after... cheers!
Chapter one
Irvine knocked on the wooden door. The door to the acting headmasters office. The door to Squall's room. There was no reply. Irvine didn't expect there to be, but he knew Squall was in there.
"Squall?" he just about called out.
"Squall, you in there?" he didn't know why he asked.he knew he was, just out of habbit he supposed. Without waiting for the reply he knew would never come, Irvine pushed open the door and silentlly stepped inside.
In the main room was the office. Irvine knew about that. But what most people didn't know about the headmaster's office was that it has private appartments, just off to the right as you walked in.
Irvine knew about them, only because he had had to rescue Squall from them.
Irvine remebered back to that day. He had gone into the office looking for Squall, they were supposed to be going to the game that night, but unlike Squall, he was late by half and hour. Seeing the office empty he was about to leave when he heard a thumping sound. He thought he must have been hearing things, but when it sounded again, he worled roound.
He had strained his hearing to listen, and when it came again he knew it was coming from behind the walls. If it was at all possible, someone was inside the walls.
"Hello?" he had called.
There it had been again, the banging, only louder and stronger, and more fequent now. Irvine had walked to the offending wall and placed his ear to it. He could hear the banging more louder now, and it was accompanied with stiffled moans and shouts.
Irvines brows had crinckled in puzlement and wonder. "What the . ?" he had breathed.
He had ran his hand along the wall, looking for any tell tell sight that it could have been opened, when his hand came across and groove in the wall. If u didn't know where to look for it, you would not have noticed it was there, he realised as he pulled at it. With a small click the hidden door slipped open.
Irvine hesitantlly put his head round the door, and what had greated his sight nearlly made him throw up with shock and horror.
That day had been one of the longest in his momory. Even now, irvine could still see the despiration in Squall's eyes, his pleading, his pain, and his want. His want to make it all stop, and for him to be safe. But even more, Irvine could still see the miliciousness in Seifer's eyes, that pure hatred, and then pleasure that he got from tourturing Squall like that.
Seifer had made him promise that day, had made him promise on pain of death that if he told anyone what he saw in that room, or anywhere else from that day on, he would hunt him down and kill him.
Irvine wouldn't have normally been threatened by Seifers empty "promises", but there was something in Squall's eyes that made him nodd his head and agree. Some sort of pleading, or shamfull humiliation that stopped Irvine from walking out of there and ordering the police in straight away.
But now, Irvine padded softly over to the hidden door and opened it softly. The room was dark, it always was. Irvine squinted and through the darkness he could see, lying on the bed a huddled mass of white sheets and pale pink flesh.
"Squall?" Irvine whispered softly.
Squall flinched at the soft curves of his name being spoken, and the shamefull humiliation of him being found like this.
He moaned quietly into the pillow, as he tried to move his aching body, but his wrists were tied to the headboard, and the friction caused them to bleed.
"Ssshhhh" came a soothing voice over his painfull screams ringing in his head. Irvine sat down next to the huddled mass on the bed. Dark angry cuts covered what exposed skin Irvine could see, alonge with burns and whip marks. The sight of it nearly made Irvines stomach turn, if it was not for the fact that he saw this more often than not, and it hurt him to see the stoic brunett like this.
"What for this time?" he asked softly, so as not to hurt the broken boy's ears with a harsh tone.
"I.I.I don't know." He said honestlly.
"He just said I'd been bad" he confessed in his child like manner.
It always astounded Irvine how, in one situation, Squall could be so brave and heroic, no matter how unwilling he may seem, but then in another, he would curl up into himself and become a frightened child. But then again, Irvine supposed, something like this could drive a man, no matter how tough, into a frightened child like state.
But no matter how tough Squall was, in the day, infront of friends, he seemed fine. Well as fine as Squall normally was around people, but his silence didn't seem anything out of the ordinary.
"I.I tired to stand up to him, like you said, but." he left the sentece trailing.
"I said no, but he wouldn't listen" he said in his quiet voice.
Squall lifted his face, for Irvine to see a bruised and battered look cast his way. Squall's haunting pale blue-grey eyes washing grief over him like a tsunami.
The pain and longing that lay hidden within those depths almost knocked Irvine off of the bed in their intensity, and Irvine couldn't serpress a shudder of anger.
Squalls face was peppered with small cuts and bruises, his left cheek had a blue/purple one flowering along the bone line and a deep gash stained his temple red with thick blood. His lip was cut and a small trickle of blood ran down his chin.
"Where does it hurt?" Irvine asked, knowing it was a stupid question.
"Everywhere" was his simple reply.
Irvine reached up and untied Squall's hands noting the fact that the rope had cut too deep into the fragile wrists.
The rage seemed to boil over in him now, as he tried to control his blured vision, and the awaiting tears that he knew would come.
Seifer would pay, that was Irvine's secret vow. How could anyone hurt something so beautiful, how could they want to?
For as long as anybody had known him, Seifer had always been into bondage. Where there was sex, there was pain, and it was unlucky for anyone who got in his way, let alone got into his bed.
But Squall had thought he could change him, make him a better person for it all. It had taken most people by surprise when they had announced that Seifer and Squall where going out, some people even said they made a cute couple. If only they knew the truth.
Squall moaned in pain again, and curled up into himself, trying in vain to block out the agony.
"God. it even hurts inside." He breathed as he closed his eyes.
He remebered back to just a few hours ago, when Seifer had told him what he was going to do to him. He had told him "he was bad", as if he was chastising a little child, and that he was "gonna' teach him a lesson".
He felt the resuring presence of Irvine slide closer to him, and place a shaking hand on his shoulder. He flinched, not out of disgust, or hate, but because of impulse. It had simply become a reaction. He knew Irvine didn't mean him any harm, it was just what he did now.
"I'd have a shower or something, get freshened up." Irvine suggested.
"I'll be here waiting for you when you're done" he promised.
He gave Squall a reasuring smile, but it fell upon blind eyes as the shame and humiliation seemed to radiate from those grey orbs.
He knew Squall was only just beginning to trust him, after all so much had happened to him, it was difficult to know who was your friend, and who was just using you.
"Can't move, . hurts too much" he said, brokenly.
Irvine knew this was the worst Seifer had hurt him, Squall would normally fight the pain, acting as though it didn't bother him, but now, he was rendered helpless to it, as he couldn't move for the agony.
Fresh tears slipped down Squall's pale cheek. He wanted to know, needed to know when this pain was going to end, at the moment there was no hope in sight. He was foolish to think that Seifer loved him like he said he did. Every time he left him, even after his bouts of anger and wreckless agression, even after he had raped Squall, he got up, kissed him on the forehead and whispered in his ear that he loved him.
At first, those words had bought comfort to a confused boy, but as it kept going, as the beatings and anger still continued, those three words became more and more meaningless.
But Squall couldn't help it, as much as he knew Seifer hated him, he still loved the blonde enigma. He needed him, needed to feel him and his touches, even if they did come in the form of a punch or forced love making.
Any emotion was better that no emotion, right?
Irvine looked down at the shattered brunett, and shook his head.
"Why do you stay with him?" he asked as if reading his thoughts, but already knowing the answer.
"'Cos, I love him." Squall said quietly, as if he said it any louder it would become less true.
Irvine knew he didn't, knew that he couldn't, he was just afraid. Afraid to be on his own and that Seifer's abuse was better that being alone.
"That's a pittiful excuse for an excuse" he said with a small playful smile that Squall missed, as he lay down on the edge of the bed next to him.
He could feel the smaller boy next to him shiver from the cold, and sudden close contact.
"But it's true" Squalls said simply.
Irvine pulled Squall closer to him and wrapped his arms around him protectivly. He sighed, long and loudly as he looked up at the plain white ceiling, the shattered knight shivering and afraid beside him.
"You deserve better" he said as he gently stroked the tangles out of the chocolate brown bangs.
Squall clung to Irvine, in a despirate attempt to stop his shivers, and a want and need greater than he had ever know to be held and kept safe.
Silently, Squall cried, as he clung to Irvine, the sobs and shivers wracking his body.
"Shhhhhhh" Irvine coaxed, rubbing his back with the flat of his hand.
Squall knew Irvine was speaking the truth, and it only made him hurt worse. To know that he should have better, and that he could have better, but not being able to get at it. It only served to amplify his pain. Irvine was right, but what could he do about it now?
A/N well thats the first chapter out of the way. This one came to me after watching a docu on domestic violence, and I knew I had to express my rage about it some how. This way I get to put across what it does to people, how it effects them and the people around them. I only hope some people can relate to this and find some small comfort in its truth.
As always, R + R just cos you love me, kisses to all.
Gunbladequeen217, (formally known as Darkfantasy217)
You should all know by now that my stories have a meaning and a point to them, so I want you to keep in mind what im trying to write about here, while at the same time enjoying the story.
Please keep in mind that my spell check has packed up on me, as all you DarkFantasy217 fans should know, and im not the greatest speller in the world.
So bearing all that in mind, we can get on with the show.
Disclaimer NOTE TO ALL:- these characters are not mine, they belong to squaresoft, im just playing with them. I'll put them back good as new after.promise. Only the story is mine and all plot bunnies here after... cheers!
Chapter one
Irvine knocked on the wooden door. The door to the acting headmasters office. The door to Squall's room. There was no reply. Irvine didn't expect there to be, but he knew Squall was in there.
"Squall?" he just about called out.
"Squall, you in there?" he didn't know why he asked.he knew he was, just out of habbit he supposed. Without waiting for the reply he knew would never come, Irvine pushed open the door and silentlly stepped inside.
In the main room was the office. Irvine knew about that. But what most people didn't know about the headmaster's office was that it has private appartments, just off to the right as you walked in.
Irvine knew about them, only because he had had to rescue Squall from them.
Irvine remebered back to that day. He had gone into the office looking for Squall, they were supposed to be going to the game that night, but unlike Squall, he was late by half and hour. Seeing the office empty he was about to leave when he heard a thumping sound. He thought he must have been hearing things, but when it sounded again, he worled roound.
He had strained his hearing to listen, and when it came again he knew it was coming from behind the walls. If it was at all possible, someone was inside the walls.
"Hello?" he had called.
There it had been again, the banging, only louder and stronger, and more fequent now. Irvine had walked to the offending wall and placed his ear to it. He could hear the banging more louder now, and it was accompanied with stiffled moans and shouts.
Irvines brows had crinckled in puzlement and wonder. "What the . ?" he had breathed.
He had ran his hand along the wall, looking for any tell tell sight that it could have been opened, when his hand came across and groove in the wall. If u didn't know where to look for it, you would not have noticed it was there, he realised as he pulled at it. With a small click the hidden door slipped open.
Irvine hesitantlly put his head round the door, and what had greated his sight nearlly made him throw up with shock and horror.
That day had been one of the longest in his momory. Even now, irvine could still see the despiration in Squall's eyes, his pleading, his pain, and his want. His want to make it all stop, and for him to be safe. But even more, Irvine could still see the miliciousness in Seifer's eyes, that pure hatred, and then pleasure that he got from tourturing Squall like that.
Seifer had made him promise that day, had made him promise on pain of death that if he told anyone what he saw in that room, or anywhere else from that day on, he would hunt him down and kill him.
Irvine wouldn't have normally been threatened by Seifers empty "promises", but there was something in Squall's eyes that made him nodd his head and agree. Some sort of pleading, or shamfull humiliation that stopped Irvine from walking out of there and ordering the police in straight away.
But now, Irvine padded softly over to the hidden door and opened it softly. The room was dark, it always was. Irvine squinted and through the darkness he could see, lying on the bed a huddled mass of white sheets and pale pink flesh.
"Squall?" Irvine whispered softly.
Squall flinched at the soft curves of his name being spoken, and the shamefull humiliation of him being found like this.
He moaned quietly into the pillow, as he tried to move his aching body, but his wrists were tied to the headboard, and the friction caused them to bleed.
"Ssshhhh" came a soothing voice over his painfull screams ringing in his head. Irvine sat down next to the huddled mass on the bed. Dark angry cuts covered what exposed skin Irvine could see, alonge with burns and whip marks. The sight of it nearly made Irvines stomach turn, if it was not for the fact that he saw this more often than not, and it hurt him to see the stoic brunett like this.
"What for this time?" he asked softly, so as not to hurt the broken boy's ears with a harsh tone.
"I.I.I don't know." He said honestlly.
"He just said I'd been bad" he confessed in his child like manner.
It always astounded Irvine how, in one situation, Squall could be so brave and heroic, no matter how unwilling he may seem, but then in another, he would curl up into himself and become a frightened child. But then again, Irvine supposed, something like this could drive a man, no matter how tough, into a frightened child like state.
But no matter how tough Squall was, in the day, infront of friends, he seemed fine. Well as fine as Squall normally was around people, but his silence didn't seem anything out of the ordinary.
"I.I tired to stand up to him, like you said, but." he left the sentece trailing.
"I said no, but he wouldn't listen" he said in his quiet voice.
Squall lifted his face, for Irvine to see a bruised and battered look cast his way. Squall's haunting pale blue-grey eyes washing grief over him like a tsunami.
The pain and longing that lay hidden within those depths almost knocked Irvine off of the bed in their intensity, and Irvine couldn't serpress a shudder of anger.
Squalls face was peppered with small cuts and bruises, his left cheek had a blue/purple one flowering along the bone line and a deep gash stained his temple red with thick blood. His lip was cut and a small trickle of blood ran down his chin.
"Where does it hurt?" Irvine asked, knowing it was a stupid question.
"Everywhere" was his simple reply.
Irvine reached up and untied Squall's hands noting the fact that the rope had cut too deep into the fragile wrists.
The rage seemed to boil over in him now, as he tried to control his blured vision, and the awaiting tears that he knew would come.
Seifer would pay, that was Irvine's secret vow. How could anyone hurt something so beautiful, how could they want to?
For as long as anybody had known him, Seifer had always been into bondage. Where there was sex, there was pain, and it was unlucky for anyone who got in his way, let alone got into his bed.
But Squall had thought he could change him, make him a better person for it all. It had taken most people by surprise when they had announced that Seifer and Squall where going out, some people even said they made a cute couple. If only they knew the truth.
Squall moaned in pain again, and curled up into himself, trying in vain to block out the agony.
"God. it even hurts inside." He breathed as he closed his eyes.
He remebered back to just a few hours ago, when Seifer had told him what he was going to do to him. He had told him "he was bad", as if he was chastising a little child, and that he was "gonna' teach him a lesson".
He felt the resuring presence of Irvine slide closer to him, and place a shaking hand on his shoulder. He flinched, not out of disgust, or hate, but because of impulse. It had simply become a reaction. He knew Irvine didn't mean him any harm, it was just what he did now.
"I'd have a shower or something, get freshened up." Irvine suggested.
"I'll be here waiting for you when you're done" he promised.
He gave Squall a reasuring smile, but it fell upon blind eyes as the shame and humiliation seemed to radiate from those grey orbs.
He knew Squall was only just beginning to trust him, after all so much had happened to him, it was difficult to know who was your friend, and who was just using you.
"Can't move, . hurts too much" he said, brokenly.
Irvine knew this was the worst Seifer had hurt him, Squall would normally fight the pain, acting as though it didn't bother him, but now, he was rendered helpless to it, as he couldn't move for the agony.
Fresh tears slipped down Squall's pale cheek. He wanted to know, needed to know when this pain was going to end, at the moment there was no hope in sight. He was foolish to think that Seifer loved him like he said he did. Every time he left him, even after his bouts of anger and wreckless agression, even after he had raped Squall, he got up, kissed him on the forehead and whispered in his ear that he loved him.
At first, those words had bought comfort to a confused boy, but as it kept going, as the beatings and anger still continued, those three words became more and more meaningless.
But Squall couldn't help it, as much as he knew Seifer hated him, he still loved the blonde enigma. He needed him, needed to feel him and his touches, even if they did come in the form of a punch or forced love making.
Any emotion was better that no emotion, right?
Irvine looked down at the shattered brunett, and shook his head.
"Why do you stay with him?" he asked as if reading his thoughts, but already knowing the answer.
"'Cos, I love him." Squall said quietly, as if he said it any louder it would become less true.
Irvine knew he didn't, knew that he couldn't, he was just afraid. Afraid to be on his own and that Seifer's abuse was better that being alone.
"That's a pittiful excuse for an excuse" he said with a small playful smile that Squall missed, as he lay down on the edge of the bed next to him.
He could feel the smaller boy next to him shiver from the cold, and sudden close contact.
"But it's true" Squalls said simply.
Irvine pulled Squall closer to him and wrapped his arms around him protectivly. He sighed, long and loudly as he looked up at the plain white ceiling, the shattered knight shivering and afraid beside him.
"You deserve better" he said as he gently stroked the tangles out of the chocolate brown bangs.
Squall clung to Irvine, in a despirate attempt to stop his shivers, and a want and need greater than he had ever know to be held and kept safe.
Silently, Squall cried, as he clung to Irvine, the sobs and shivers wracking his body.
"Shhhhhhh" Irvine coaxed, rubbing his back with the flat of his hand.
Squall knew Irvine was speaking the truth, and it only made him hurt worse. To know that he should have better, and that he could have better, but not being able to get at it. It only served to amplify his pain. Irvine was right, but what could he do about it now?
A/N well thats the first chapter out of the way. This one came to me after watching a docu on domestic violence, and I knew I had to express my rage about it some how. This way I get to put across what it does to people, how it effects them and the people around them. I only hope some people can relate to this and find some small comfort in its truth.
As always, R + R just cos you love me, kisses to all.
Gunbladequeen217, (formally known as Darkfantasy217)