Outcast

Chapter II

DISCLAIMER

Again, don't own any of this. I'm trying to go a certain way with this fic, and I'm sure that'll be obvious once you read the end. I would bloody LOVE a few reviews to get some feedback on this. And again, if guys that like other guys are too much for you, then click 'back'. Thanks!

--Ravyn Starkweather

Squall headed to the cafeteria. When he opened the doors a frown fell upon his face. He saw the group sitting at their usual table in the back…then he turned his head and saw Seifer sitting across the room by himself.

A questionable look spread across his face and he walked over to the blonde, trying not to let his other friends see him and try to drag him over there before he got a chance to find out what was wrong with his best friend.

He walked carefully and sat down across from Seifer.

As Squall sat down, Seifer jerked out of whatever thought he was spacing out to before his friend came up to him.

"Hey, you…" Squall said, turning his head and looking at his friend with critical eyes.

"Hey…" Seifer responded with a small smile coming onto his face.

"Okay…what is it?" The brunette asked, growing tired of being polite with asking his friend what was wrong with him.

"What's what?" Seifer asked, playing dumb and widening his eyes as if he didn't know what Squall was talking about.

"Don't play dumb with me, Seifer. What's wrong with you?" Squall paused, then added, "Don't think you distracted me last night. I just decided to let it go, but I can't let it go anymore."

Seifer laughed with his friend, knowing the last part was a lie. He had successfully distracted Squall last night, but it wasn't going to happen again.

"I'm just have a…I don't know…I'm just not myself." He said simply, looking down at the table.

"Well, I know you're not yourself and that's why I'm asking you what's wrong…You can't tell me you don't know, Seifer, because I know you do. Now what is it?"

Squall watched the Seifer.

The blonde sat, fiddling with his hands, still avoiding eye-contact with his best friend.

Squall put a hand on the moving ones to calm them down.

Seifer looked into Squall's inquisitive eyes.

"Look, I'll be in the Training Center, okay?" He said, jerking his hand away. He stood, grabbed his gunblade and began walking off.

Squall sat, confused as Seifer turned back and leaned on the table.

"We'll talk later, okay? I promise. Just give me some time."

Squall nodded and told Seifer to be back at the dorm at a decent hour so he wouldn't wake him up like he usually did.

Seifer smiled and made the promise, then he was gone.

The brunette watched his friend leave, then looked down at his hands. He could almost still feel the cold of Seifer's fiddling hands lingering on his.

A peaceful smile spread over his face as he closed his eyes.