.left behind
( I wrote this quick drabble while I was supposed to be writing an essay because I can't think about anything else except Seifer and Hayner lately. And I'm not satisfied with the amount of fanwork for this pairing. D: Not satisfied at all. Reviews and comments are wonderful, but not necessary. )
Hayner glares up at Seifer defiantly as the older boy sends him toppling backwards with a shove. It isn't really mean, or really hard, but its enough. The wiry teenager falls against the cement with a dull thud. Everyone sees it, but its commonplace now. Hayner and Seifer are notorious for their little battles, which are spurned on by littler nothings that have nothing to do with anything.
They happen more often lately.
Seifer throws his head back to laugh, and he makes an antagonizing comment about Hayner's height. When he lifts his foot up, he pauses, and Hayner catches the hesitation. The smaller boy wonders what he would've preferred; sporting a new, fashionable bruise or this odd empty feeling inside of him. He swallows something dry in his throat, and his deep brown eyes are framed in a frown. Something tugs at him, and Hayner knows it tugs at Seifer too.
Someone was supposed to defend Hayner. It's a silly thought, because Pence and Olette are off somewhere shopping together, unaware of it all. But there's someone else. Hayner is sure of it, and Seifer's eyes agree. His foot is poised to gnash against Hayner's side. The taller boy hesitates, and waits. Hayner notices that Seifer's waiting for someone. He's supposed to arrive soon.
And he would anytime now, wouldn't he?
Hayner lets out a small breath. He can almost see him in Seifer's silhouette, the outline of a boy. But the name, the memory escapes him. Someone else is supposed to be there in front of him.
But no one comes, and Seifer just falls back into his regular step. For a moment, his arrogance subsides and Hayner thinks he looks almost disappointed. And unexpectedly, Seifer extends a hand to Hayner, who sits on the cement, no longer tense, but wary. The emptiness doesn't hurt, but it pulls at him and gnaws at his insides.
Who is he forgetting?
Hayner takes the hand, and rises to his feet, and the two start off towards nowhere in particular. Neither can look at each other, and Hayner is eager to break the silence, but Seifers beats him to it.
"He's not coming back."