"Bond. James Bond." J/K. I hated that movie anyway. :) Well on with the notes and the long awated chapter 4 of my 'poetic' story. lol :)

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. Squaresoft seems to like being greedy. ;)

Notes: Thanks again to the reviewers. I'm starting to find it pretty hard to write a long fic with a angst plot. I don't know how Darksquall or Persephone do it. ;) Please, if anyone has some ideas, please e-mail me. email address is in my profile thingy. ;)
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Chapter 4- Innocence

"Squall.... Squall Leonhart." The boy.. Squall responded timidly. As though afraid to speak of his real name. His last master must of really terrified him.. how sad.
"I'm Seifer Alsmay. Your name sounds very mysterious." The man grinned as Squall blushed like a little school girl. Such innocence. And from a slave no less.
"Do you know your last master's name?"
"...Jake." Squall didn't really seem to want to talk about the man so Seifer left it at that. Though he felt like he knew that name from somewhere. And the way his spine tingled when the name was spoken the man was probably bad news.
"So.. you feeling better?" When Seifer had carried the brunette to his room he'd found hand shaped bruises on the lithe body. There were also scars on the boy's back that looked to be from a whip or some other tool. He had also noticed that some appeared to be fresh. Probably from that horrid dealer..
"What?" Squall looked puzzled as he gazed up into the blonde's face.
"Your cuts and bruises. Are you okay?"
Squall took a moment to answer. He appeared deeply confused, and a faint tint of fear was in his grey-blue eyes. He probably wasn't use to master's being so... nice.
"I'm fine." He replied curtly. Seifer sighed as he sat down beside the timid boy. The latter flinching as soon as Seifer's skin made contact with his. The blonde shook his head at the boy's antinks.
"You would think you'd be use to human contact by now."
"Who says I'm not use to it? Just because I am dosn't mean I like it." Seifer was shocked to hear Squall saying that. Most of the 'slaves' he usto have all seemed to like physical contact, that or they never made a protest to it like Squall did. He wondered why Squall was different from the others. Maybe his last master was so horrible that he had come to this conclusion on his own. That would explain the coldness that Squall's grey-blue eyes possessed.


~tbc~

AN: I apoligize for the shortness of my chapters but I can't seem to think of anything to write after awhile. I think I mite need some sort of insperation. I have a clue as to where I'm going I just don't know how to get there. -_-
So if you can find the time, please e-mail me some suggestions or ideas. :) Greatly appreciated.

-Redrum
forever_lone_Wolf@hotmail.com