Title: Settle For The Barrel Of The Gun

Author: Lacey

Rating: M

Chapter: 1/100

Words: 1316

Pairing: Seiner

Summary: Seiner 100 Themes. Some will connect, some won't.

Warnings: RAPE, Yaoi, Hayner POV, SOMEWHAT OLDER AGES (Hayner 16, Seifer 20)

AN: Wow...I'm addicted to Seiner, right now. ;; So...this is going to come out, and be amazing, I hope. So far, it seems I can only really write funny Seiner, but I'm hoping this will make me able to write it a bit more seriously. :3

Okay, this chapter has two reasons. One of which is simple enough; I want to get this one out of the way so that the rest of them can be nice and fluffy and happy, until I get to another depressing one. The other reason is my little Dajy wanted me to do this chapter for her, so this is for her. :3

Number 92: Rape

"It feels weird...knowing that it happened on a Monday." I remark idly into the phone, twirling the strap of a bag around my finger, "It...feels like it should have its own day...not a Monday, Mondays are too normal for something like this to happen..." I find myself rambling, and apparently so does the woman I am talking to, because she sighs.

"It can happen at any time of any day, it's just--"

"That doesn't help. Why would you say something like that? It doesn't make me feel better. Isn't that what this stupid line is supposed to do? Give me 'closure' or some shit?" I scowl, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. I'm spread in my room, my feet on my desk and my chair leant back so far it touches my bed. My mirror is across from the bed, and I'm staring at it. I look completely normal, save for the tear-tracks running rampant down my dirty face. It's at this time that I realize I haven't taken a shower since Monday; it's Thursday, today.

"I am sorry, sir. Now, would you like to tell me about the incident?" I sigh; this wasn't my idea. Ollette had realized something was wrong, and so she decided to take the duty upon herself to give me six or seven "__________ Help" line numbers. Since I had been raped, but unwilling to tell those close to me, I just dialed the number silently, in secret, and now...I was having second thoughts on reporting this.

"Well..." I begin, reminiscing as I close my brown eyes.

I had been walking home from work. It was dark outside, a good deal past ten, and I had almost neared my home when I felt someone grab my arm. I vaguely recognized the grip, but the guy didn't give me the chance to say anything, bashing me in the head with some blunt object. I collapsed against him, dizzy and light headed, eyes swimming in my skull and body shaking a little.

The next thing I remember is laying out in an alley, and having my pants roughly pulled down. I was wearing my black work slacks; I work at a new, fancy restaurant in town. Anyway, he yanked them down swiftly and my underwear followed, being tossed to another part of the alley. I heard a zipper screech down and something heavy dropped onto my thigh. He said something to me, at that point, but all I remember is 'chicken' being involved.

I guess, that in itself could have given me the knowledge I needed to know who it was. Now that I think about it, I'm sure I know who it was. And...I'm not totally sure if I didn't enjoy it, now. But no, I definitely couldn't have enjoyed it.

He took my virginity. Without lube; I can't walk right now. If I try, I limp and whine because of the pain. I...remember that he made sure I was hard, too, first. Almost like he wanted me to enjoy it. He was rough on my body, but he didn't do anything painful or anything I hated when he was touching my erection. It was all gentle...again, I think he wanted me to enjoy it, even just a little bit.

Or else it was a distraction. When he entered me, I remember I screamed. He didn't stop until he was fully seated, and once he was, pain seared my lower body and I went limp. I hate playing the part of the helpless victim, but my brain was swimming in excess blood and I could hardly think of my own name, let alone what was even happening.

I decided about halfway through that he loved me. He must have, or he wouldn't take the time to take someone like me. I don't think he'd pray on some little punk with all the pretty girls around town if he didn't love me. I mean, I guess he could just be gay...but I can't see him...I can't even think who he is, not right now. But I don't think he's gay. He just can't be...it'd be too weird. Bisexual, maybe, but I can't really see him going after guys in the first place. And he has such a pretty friend...

But back to what I was saying. He came inside me, hard, and that somehow had me messing all over his hand. The thing that really confused me was that he cleaned me up a little and redressed me, kissed my lips...and then he splashed a foreign, smelly and burning liquid over my body. He left the bottle behind before sauntering out of the alley, another comment about those damn chickens over his shoulder. I was so confused.

I picked up the bottle and looked at it; it said Bacardi. Taking a sniff, I soon took a sip and cringed; alcohol. I knew that smell and dropped the bottle again, letting it spill out over the dirty, smelly alley I lay in. For a long time, I had lost any hope of ever moving again. I know I looked like crap; I felt even worse. I sighed a little, finally pulling out my cell and dialing Pence and Roxas.

Of course, they also brought Ollette because they said I didn't sound so good, and the three of them helped me to the hospital...

"And who are those three?" I hear the woman on the line ask, and I pause a moment.

"Roxas is my best friend, and Pence and Ollette are my other friends. They're dating, now." I offer uselessly, rolling my eyes. "Can I continue?"

"That is plenty to convict him. You said you know who he is, right?"

"Well...I think I do." I pause as I get a loud, obnoxious beep in my ear. "Hold on a sec, okay?" I check the caller ID; pay phone. I click over. "Hello?"

"Hey, Chicken wuss. You have a good time last night?" I recognize that Holier-Than-Thou voice immediately and growl.

"Seifer."

"That's right, Wussie. Say my name." He grins through the phone; I hear it in his voice. I cringe a little and I feel my rear tighten slightly.

"So...last night...that...that was you?"

"Mhm. Thought you should know."

"....Seifer, you're an asshole." I manage.

"No...I'd say you are. I'm just a dick." Watch out for Seifer, he's a dick.

"Whatever. You totally ripped me to shreds. If you wanted me, you could have just asked."

"Oh?" He sounds surprised.

"Yeah...you're so thick you never realized I fight with you for other reasons."

"Well, yeah, I am thick." He seemed proud and my mind instantly went to the gutter.

"Yeah, I know, and now, I can't walk because of it."

"Mm...then I did my job." A short pause, then, "You want to do it again?"

"Maybe after I heal up a little...and we'll do it right."

"I am not doing it all lovingly."

"I expect lube next time."

"...I can do that."

"And stretching. I don't need torn up again."

"..fine. What else?"

"...more kissing would be nice? And...not alley-rape?"

"Fine. My place?"

"Alright." A short pause, "I'd better be able to walk again after this."

"When...?" I swear, he's ignoring me.

"Soon. Do you have a cell?" He replied with a 'yeah' and gave me the number. I programmed it into mine, the name being 'Rapist'.

"Alright, Chicken wuss. I'll rape your ass again later." I only hope he meant 'rape' as in 'beat', because I like my ass in tact.

"...Seifer..." He pauses before he hangs up. "I think...I love you." He snorts.

"Whatever, Chicken wuss."

AN: Alright, then. As I said, this was mainly to get this out of the way, and partly for my Kadaj, and then...I tried to make it palatable. I guess that's up to you guys...

I'm writing this at school, and I just had someone over my shoulder, trying to figure out what it's about. It's so awkward to explain you're writing a rape story. o.o;;; Just shoot me. XD Anyway, I'll see you guys in the next chapter. :3