Title: Whatever
Paring: Seifer/Squall
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Beta: Thank you luciferhisaki for betaing for me!
Summary: Now, Seifer knows.
Whatever
As far as he could remember, Seifer never had any trouble falling asleep at night.
He knows it's strange, he should be; especially after the whole Sorceress's Knight Scenario. Seifer knows he should toss and turn while he sleeps, because that is normal—or what could be considered normal. But every night, he found himself falling asleep just as peacefully as the night before.
Though he usually wakes up covered in sweat from a nightmare he could not remember; it is not something that haunts him. Even if he knows that he deserves to have nightmares, after all he has done. But being aware of what he had done or not done, it is his hands that are stained with blood.
People walking the streets of Balamb Garden are always glaring at him these days, because they know Seifer's evil. They all know.
And Seifer knows it too. He knows it all the time.
Especially at night.
The scared blond man gazes down at the body beside his own. Without a sound, he brushes away a brown strand of hair from the younger man's face, his fingers brushing the scar mirroring his own.
Seifer knows he should be sleeping. It is late. He will be rising early to match his partner's insane early morning sparring. Just as he does everyday.
Not too many people know of this.
But he does.
He's not entirely sure of how it all started, this strange bond between them. But Seifer knows better than to question it. Fujin took one look at him and said in her commanding voice, "HAPPY."
He knew she were right. He knows she were right.
He knows it as Hyperion meets Lionheart. He knows it as he blocks an attack from the brunet; said person's face frowning with concentration.
And he certainly knows it as he hands his water bottle to the other man, refusing to drink it himself, firmly telling him that he isn't thirsty.
"Whatever," is the reply as the brunet quietly drinks it.
The sparring continues and Seifer knows that the people are wrong. They don't know anything. He knows that. After a mass amount of time, he finally knows it.
The gunblade fight stops; Seifer finally admitting that he needs a break, because he knows they will be sparring till sunset unless they do rest.
As they're sitting on the ground, both panting from exhaustion, he makes a remark about the beauty of the other man.
He can't see the brunet's expression, the wild hair doing its job covering that angelic face from him.
"Whatever," comes the soft reply.
He knows what that 'whatever' means and if he thinks really hard about it, he believes he always has known.
And he smiles.
"Yes," Seifer says, "whatever to you, too."