**Disclaimer** Well now, what have all the other disclaimers said???

**Authors Note** Well, how is it so far? It's really not my best work, if you ask me. I might turn this into a lemon. O.o;. I might not. I don't know. But whatever. I don't really like how this fic is turning out. To me, it seems as if Squall's thought process is all wrong. But that's just me. *_* Enjoy the third chapter. If you can. XD



Seifer's dorm was dark. . . and quiet. It might have been empty if I hadn't heard that moaning coming from Seifer's room. How did I know?

I might have felt a bit of shock. . . but the alcohol completely prevented that. I don't think I've even felt shock. . . even when I was sober.

Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well just go see who Seifer's sleeping with. Then I could pretend to be shocked and hurt. Or maybe not. . . it will probably take too much effort.

I walked to the door of Seifer's room and pressed my ear to it. The moans continued. I put my hand onto the door knob and twisted it slowly. I pushed the door ajar. . . and saw just Seifer. Well? Where's the other guy?

Pale moonlight streamed through the open window. It bathed Seifer in a sort of. . . glowing light.

What? No one was here except for Seifer?

Then why was Seifer breathing so hard?

A dream?

I quietly walked to Seifer's side. Seifer had always said that I was like a cat. . . quiet, alert, and always watching. I thank Hyne for the quiet part.

I just stood there. . . staring at Seifer. It was said that if you stared at someone long enough, you could feel their eyes.

Seifer was hot. Even a blind man could see that. Or blind woman. . . whatever.

Almost innocent in the moonlight. . . but not. I know something is up with you, Seifer.

I just don't know what.

Then, Seifer's eyes flicked open. A small smile formed on his rosy lips. Those blue eyes. . . staring right through me.

"Hey baby. What are you doing here?"

I just crossed my arms.

"Oh, I think I know what. . . "

Seifer sat up. . . unveiling his deeply muscled chest and abs. I used to love running my hands down those tight abs.

He put his hands on my crossed arms and pulled me down onto the bed.

No, Seifer, not now. . . I wouldn't say my feelings, of course. . . he wouldn't hear me. No one ever hears me. That's what you get for being the cat.

I let him take off my leather jacket and my white undershirt. I didn't care anymore. When he gets like this. . . I just pretend. Besides, I was still semi- drunk. I couldn't feel. . . let alone care.

I'm fine with being someone's toy.

I'm just lost.

And with no one noticing. . . a blonde man crawled out from under the bed and out the bedroom door.