Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or the characters. If I did there would be gay characters. :)
Pairings: Seifer/Squall Irvine/Selphie
Warnings: This is a Yaoi, between Squall and Seifer, which will have, cursing, Rinoa bashing and Lemons will be later. :)
A/N: Damn! I've been stuck on this fic for a long time! I could just never get any ideas for this chapter. It sucked. Well, I finally managed to think of something, so I hope you like it! If I don't get anymore reviews, I will just take this fic down. Well, I'm not gonna worry about continuing this if no one's enjoying it!. So, Please review.
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A few days have passed since the groups night out and Squall was wondering why Seifer had asked him to dance. He didn't known why. Why would he ask Squall to dance with him? Wasn't dancing meant for couples? He knew Seifer and him weren't one. So, why had he asked him to in the first place?
Squall had been thinking about it ever since it happened a few nights ago. Squall will admit, though, that he had fun. He wouldn't mind going again. Seifer had made him promise him a dance next time. Squall don't know why he agreed to it, but he did. Not the he would mind, though, 'cause he wouldn't. But, Squall wasn't much for dancing. Seifer knew that, but he didn't care, he just wanted Squall to relax, and he felt dancing would do that for him, which it did.
Seifer did, however, seem to act a little strange around him lately. Squall didn't know why, so he chalked it up as nothing. Why would he be acting weird around Squall?
Squall was left confused about it all. But, then again, he thinks his life was filled with confusion, one after another. His head was also starting to hurt from all the thinking he was doing. Seifer was always making him try to stop thinking. And it worked to some extent. When he was with Seifer he didn't think nearly as often as he did when he was alone. But, Seifer could always take his mind off of things he didn't want to think about anyways.
Seifer could always get some sort of reaction from Squall as well, something others failed to do. He didn't understand any of it. And, here he is over thinking everything. He really needed to get out more. But he's not one for going out much.
They were suppose to go out again tonight. Squall was actually looking forward to it. Hell, he had fun last time, so maybe he will again. Seifer had come by earlier and said they were going out later. He had bugged Squall until the brunet gave in. Seifer was relentless. Squall will admit though, he did enjoy time with the arrogant blond man, though he didn't fully understand why, considering Squall wasn't really one for going out anywhere. He just preferred to stay in, maybe get some work done.
Squall decided he needed a little time from his work, so he stood up from his seat and put his things away. Well, what he really wanted to do at the moment; he wanted to get Lionheart and go to the training center for a bit, get some killing it. He hadn't done that for a while now. He let out a quiet sigh; and after putting his papers away, he went to the door and opened it and walked out, shutting his softly behind him as he did. One thing he loved to do; train. Fighting things always, always took his active mind off of things.
He went to his dorm room and grabbed his gunblade, Lionheart. After that he went out of his room and left for the training center.
Once there, Squall headed off to find a T-rexor, which he charged without hesitating. The T-rexor growled out, swiping it's tail at Squall, who wasn't quick enough to dodge. He fail with a hiss of pain. He got up and aimed his gunblade at the things and ran forward, slicing along it's neck.
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"Hey, chicken-wuss. Have you seen Squall anywhere?" Seifer asked the smaller blond as he approached him in the halls.
"Hey! Don't call me that!" Zell hissed, raising a fist threateningly, to which Seifer only smirked.
"What? Unless you're going to put that hand to better use, I'd advise you to put it away," he commented nonchalantly.
"What!" Chicken wuss sputtered, turning several shades of read; Seifer wasn't sure that it was possible."Y-you-!"
"Aw, what's the matter? Forget how to form coherent sentences, chicken wuss?" the tall bond taunted more, loving to get a rise out of the other boy. Oh, he could never pass up teasing the chicken. It made his life much more fun.
"Fuck you, bastard," Zell growled, hating being taunted.
Seifer sighed dramatically. "I thought we already established that chicken's aren't my type."
He glowered. "I hate you."
"I know you love me. Now, have you seen puberty boy?" Seifer asked again.
"Uh," Zell glared at him but answered. "No, I haven't. Why?"
"No reason you need to worry your chicken head about," Cue another smirk. Zell whacked him upside his head.
"Ow," he complained, though it didn't really hurt.
"Oh, shut up," the fighter said with a roll of his eyes. "Moron."
"Hey, I resent that. I am not a moron."
"Says the moron," Zell chuckled.
"Chicken wuss," Seifer scoffed. "Anyway, I'm gonna go find Squall. If I stay around you too long I might become an idiot."
"What? I'm gonna kick your ass, Seifer."
Seifer laughed and walked off, feeling better than he was before. He wanted to go find Squall; he wanted to talk to him. He walked to his room first, hoping maybe he'd be in there, but no such luck. He then tried his office; nope, not there either. Damn, where could pretty boy be? Seifer sighed heavily and decided to try the training center. He honestly wouldn't be surprised to find the other boy in there, since he knew Squall liked to train. But, Squall shouldn't be doing that. He looked tired to Seifer, so he needed to a break from things.
"Squall?" he called as he opened the doors to the training center. At first he didn't see him so he walked further in. What he saw made him gasp. It was Squall; he was lying face down in the training center. Seifer was quickly by his side. "Squall! Are you okay?" Stupid question! Of course he wasn't okay! "Hey, Squall?" he tried again, only to get no response.
He gently rolled Squall over; he was breathing. Seifer breathed a sigh of relief. "Dammit." Seifer picked him up bridal style in his string arms and decided to take him to the infirmary. He wondered what happened. He did notice some blood coming from somewhere; he just didn't know where. He was worried about Squall, very worried.
"Dr. Kadowaki!" Seifer called to her as he entered the room. She came running at the panic note in his voice. She was very smart. She knew when it was important.
"Seifer, what on earth happened here?" She gave Seifer a skeptical glance, and Seifer knew what exactly she thought.
"It wasn't me," he defended. "I found him like this. I think he has some blood coming from somewhere."
"Okay. Go and lay him down in that room over there," she pointed to the right. Seifer nodded and was fast to do was she ordered him to do. He gently layed Squall down. Shit, he didn't look badly beaten just tired. He figured the blood was from a small wound... maybe.
Seifer sighed and waited for the doc.
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A/N: Sorry it's short, but it's all I could think of. Okay, here's my next chapter. I'm thinking about taking this down, though. I'm not too sure about this fic anymore. So, if I don't get any reviews then I'll take it down in a couple of days or something. I'm lost for ideas, and this fic is becoming difficult for me. *sigh* Well, review if you want to.
