Chapter 1 – Therapy

"You know, this is getting a bit ridiculous now Hayner" The boy mentioned frowned but nodded compliantly nonetheless, he was currently sitting in the nurse's office for the nth time that week. He and Seifer had gotten in another fight, over what, he couldn't even remember – something about Seifer just made his blood boil.

Aerith, the school nurse frowned at his dazed state and after patching him up, stood back to observe him. "Why do you let this happen?" Hayner shrugged, he had no real answer to that. There was no particular reason why they fought so often, as much as he would blame it on the elder blonde, it was in fact Hayner who started most of the arguments – which then lead to the fights.

"I really can't say… Thanks Aerith" She smiled and watched him as he was on his way out, Hayner was like a little brother to her and it pained her to see him hurt so often.

"If I see him, I'll make sure to give him a piece of my mind" Hayner laughed and shut the door behind him. That was the other thing that really irked him, Seifer never got help for his injuries even on the off chance that they were as bad as Hayner's – he was just too fucking perfect to ask for help.

He was about to head back to the lesson that he had just had to leave (because of a fight) when a voice came over the intercom. "Would Seifer Almasy and Hayner Dincht please come to the principal's office immediately" There was no arguing with that tone of voice and Hayner swivelled, walking back past the Nurse's room and into the main office.

The secretary was an old woman called Mrs. Frankson – Frankenstein to everyone else, who glowered at him as soon as he entered the room. As far as she was concerned, all he was doing was 'dirtying her office'. How? Hayner would never know. He walked straight past her and knocked on the principal's door, entering at her stern voice.

'Her' name was Annita Bath, ironic much? But no one ever dared to call her that to her face, as she was a slender but intimidating blonde woman with a scraped back bun that seemed to never move or change no matter the weather. Although terrifying, she could be the nicest person if you were in her good books. "Have a seat Mr. Dincht" He glanced to see Seifer in the second chair.

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the seat, not bothering to get comfy as they would get threatened and dismissed within 5 minutes, as per usual.

"Boys, this is getting ridiculous. You are lucky we are a generous school who value our students too much to just expel you right now" Hayner winced slightly, not bothering to look at Seifer as he knew the blonde would be too cool to care. "This is the fourth time this week you've been in here, and school only came back a week ago!" They knew she was right, they were even worse than usual.

"I can't just tell you off and send you on your way again, just for this to happen tomorrow. I am worried for your health boys, this isn't normal. Do either of you have anything to say for yourselves?" She glanced tiredly between them, but neither moved or said anything.

Sighing, she picked up two little cards and handed them one each. "What's this?" Hayner spoke up; this was new and unnerving, what the hell was this card anyway?

"This, Hayner, is an appointment card" At the blank expression she straightened up, taking a calming breath. "An appointment for therapy, for the both of you…" Silence, until…

"What the hell are we going to therapy for? You can't make us go!" Seifer finally responded, anger clear in his voice and expression. Hayner just stared blankly at the soft blue card with an address and time of their appointment on it.

"I am well aware of that Seifer and you are going to resolve whatever underlying issue the pair of you have; this has to stop. I can't let you graduate at the end of the year knowing that this will carry on" Seifer was about to complain when she cut him off. "If you go, you can stay and graduate with the rest of your year – if you choose not to go, then you are expelled."

Seifer clenched his jaw standing, gripping the card at if he could make it disappear if he tried hard enough. "Are we done?" She nodded and the two left in the room watched as he slammed the door after him.

"You may leave too Hayner" He nodded and stood, leaving slowly and stopping once he was down the corridor, away from prying eyes.

The little card said that they had a separate appointment first, his was this Saturday at 10:30.

"Fuck" What the hell had he gotten himself into, because as much as he hated to admit it, it was partially his fault that they were in this situation.

He hadn't realised where he was going until he bumped into someone, unfortunately, that someone was Seifer who scowled and ripped his card out of his hand to see what his time was.

"Hey, give that back asshole!" Seifer scoffed and tossed him the card.

"Like I want to keep that shit anyway, Chickenwuss" It was Hayner's turn to scowl as he attempted to move past Seifer, but the elder stepped in his way so he was once again facing the other's neck – as he was nearly a whole head shorter than the elder blonde.

"Let's try this again; I don't want to go to therapy and neither do you. So let's 'be friends' so that they'll think there is nothing wrong and you can go on your merry way and do whatever you and your lamer friends do when I'm not beating your ass at everything." With that snide remark he was gone, leaving Hayner to punch a locker in anger.

Strangely enough that was the longest time they'd ever spoken without physical contact with the other.