^I don't lie alot. I just tell lies to make him feel better... or is it to make me feel better?^
-Healed-
~Fujin.
Not sure how to answer his words, I just nodded.
"You don't have to be so uptight all the time, you know. Just loosen up." He patted me on the shoulder.
"What are you suggesting?"
"...I dunno... Just, loosen up."
"Hm."
"Either way, I think you are the cure for my stress-sickness."
"How so?"
"...You lift all my stress away when you kiss me... I love you, Fuu." Those words...
"I... love you too."
~~~
And so the days passed, and Seifer had to return to work. He left that morning, and I had gotten my stitches out. My neck was fairly healed up, and I was glad. It still hurt sometimes too... And Seifer still had a stress-disorder, but... it was getting better also. I'd return to work tommarow. Then what would become of us...? The same people who were there before? Leaving early, and coming home late... just to go to bed? And to repeat all of it the next day...? Have Saturdays off to catch up on missed sleep, and occasionally work on Sudays? Is that how it would be...? I continued to stare out the window from my window seat. It was raining, and around midnight. The house was cold, and I could've gone to turn up the heat, but, I didn't feel like it. I like the cold. And another thing, Seifer kept misplacing the aspirin, so everyday, one of us would go out and buy a new bottle of aspirin, before the other was even half gone... Odd. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen, to make some coffee. I sat at the table, tapping my fingers against the tabletop...the lights flickered, then went out. Again? I stood up, and the door opened.
"Damn lights are out...! Fuu, you awake?"
"Y-yeah, I'm in here..."
"Alright..." The lights flickered and returned. I looked up at him.
"You're soaked..." I mutter, walking over to him.
"Yeah, bastards made us work up at the communication tower today..."
"Oh..." I take his coat and put it in the bathroom, over the shower head, and walk back out as he leans his gunblade against a wall.
"...I'm so tired... I'm gonna go sleep."
"Okay... good night."
"G'night..." He walked into his room, and I could hear him his tossing his sopping wet clothes on the floor. I sighed, walked into the living room, but stopped dead in my tracks when there was pounding on the front door. Loud pounding. Hard pounding.
"What the fuck?!" A barefoot and shirtless Seifer emerged from his room. "Who the fuck is that?"
"I don't know..." I noticed the scar that ran across his stomach. From Squall... The pounding continued. Seifer walked over to the door, and peered out the look-hole. Seifer turned and looked at me wide-eyed.
"You're not going to believe this." He says.
"What?"
"It's friggin' Squall."
"H-how?!"
"I thought he was dead, dammit! I killed him, stabbed my fucking gunblade into his chest... I had thought the meds took him away... but, come to think of it, he could have just as soon walked out the door."
"Seifer..."
"Get me my gunblade." I turned and got it, handing it to him. I retreived my shuriken, also. Seifer opened the door, his muscles bulging with tension.
"Seifer..."
"Oh, if it isn't fucking Leonheart."
"I'm not here to fight..."
"Oh, are you here to try and fuck Fujin again...?!" God, he can be so vulgar at times... Cringing, I stepped closer.
"No. I'm just telling you. I'm alive, and very well, and you will get your arrest carried out."
"Yeah, sure." I noticed it then. Seifer was getting dizzy, and unstable. No one else would have noticed it, no one. I walked up to him, and put my hand on his back to reassure him.
"Yeah, so, be prepared."
"Yeah, whatever, I don't need to if its any of your SeeDs. Just go fuck a-"
"Bye, Seifer." Squall interupted, walking away. He drove off, and then Seifer shut the door.
"...Fuck." Seifer forked his fingers through his hair, tossing his gunblade on the floor. I almost said "It'll be fine..." but then realized, no, it wouldn't be. Last time, he nearly killed me... and we had Raijin to help us then.
"Seifer... they can't do anything to us..."
"Yeah, or we'll go legal on their asses."
"Y-yeah, that's right..."
"Fuu..."
"You should go rest, Seifer. You don't want to get sick again..."
"I'm not so tired anymore..."
"You still need rest..."
"You've got a point... If you need anything, don't be afraid to wake me up, okay?"
"Alright..."
"See you." As he walked into his room, I walked over to the window seat, and on my way leaned Seifer's Hyperion against the wall, and shut off the lights.
An hour later, I'm still awake, even though I have to work tommarow. Seifer emerges from his room.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Your still awake? And, yeah, I'm fine."
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Couldn't."
"Why?"
"I don't feel secure. There could be SeeDs lurking about..."
"Oh, Seifer, you're acting..." I searched my mind for a word.
"Stupid?"
"Sort of..."
"Well, I don't want you getting hurt again..."
"I'll be fine."
"How are you so sure? There could be a SeeD just watching you... Don't sit in the window anymore."
"What?! You're being paranoid. I think this stress thing is getting to you." I stand up and walk over to him. His arms are crossed and he looks... uptight.
"Seifer... do you remember when you told me to loosen up?"
"Y-yeah."
"Well, right now, you're awfully uptight yourself..."
"Same could be said about you... Just not in the same sense..."
"That's not true! I'm fine now... I'm not worried about the SeeDs at all..." Lies, lies, lies. I don't lie alot. I just tell lies to make him feel better... or is it to make me feel better?
"Sure." He sits on the floor, and I sit beside him.
"Damn, we need another sofa." He says.
"Mm..."
"You get your stitches out today?"
"Yeah."
"Thats good... They hurt?"
"No, not at all." That's fairly true. Yawning, I rest my head on his bare shoulder.
"Are ya tired?"
"...Just a little... I don't want to sleep though..."
"But you've got work in the morning."
"Mhm..." I feel myself start to drift off on his shoulder, so I sit up.
"You... should go to sleep." I say.
"Why?"
"Because, *I'm* tired, and I'm not leaving you awake." I can see him raise an eyebrow.
"Alright, alright." He stands up and offers me a hand. I take it, and he pulls me up. God, I'm so tired... I should really just go sleep before I do something stupid... He doesn't let go of my hand, instead, he pulls me toward him, and kisses me. He kisses hard, but I can tell he is still trying to be gentle about my neck. You don't have to be. It's fine. To show him this, I kiss him back, and put my arms around him. His back is cold to my warm hands, and I wonder why he is sleeping shirtless in the winter. I wonder if he does it on purpose. Just to make me *want* to touch him. I thought I was going to bed... Hey... He just kisses me deeper. He holds me closer to his body. I'll tell you one thing, I'm glad I got the stitches out.
-Healed-
~Fujin.
Not sure how to answer his words, I just nodded.
"You don't have to be so uptight all the time, you know. Just loosen up." He patted me on the shoulder.
"What are you suggesting?"
"...I dunno... Just, loosen up."
"Hm."
"Either way, I think you are the cure for my stress-sickness."
"How so?"
"...You lift all my stress away when you kiss me... I love you, Fuu." Those words...
"I... love you too."
~~~
And so the days passed, and Seifer had to return to work. He left that morning, and I had gotten my stitches out. My neck was fairly healed up, and I was glad. It still hurt sometimes too... And Seifer still had a stress-disorder, but... it was getting better also. I'd return to work tommarow. Then what would become of us...? The same people who were there before? Leaving early, and coming home late... just to go to bed? And to repeat all of it the next day...? Have Saturdays off to catch up on missed sleep, and occasionally work on Sudays? Is that how it would be...? I continued to stare out the window from my window seat. It was raining, and around midnight. The house was cold, and I could've gone to turn up the heat, but, I didn't feel like it. I like the cold. And another thing, Seifer kept misplacing the aspirin, so everyday, one of us would go out and buy a new bottle of aspirin, before the other was even half gone... Odd. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen, to make some coffee. I sat at the table, tapping my fingers against the tabletop...the lights flickered, then went out. Again? I stood up, and the door opened.
"Damn lights are out...! Fuu, you awake?"
"Y-yeah, I'm in here..."
"Alright..." The lights flickered and returned. I looked up at him.
"You're soaked..." I mutter, walking over to him.
"Yeah, bastards made us work up at the communication tower today..."
"Oh..." I take his coat and put it in the bathroom, over the shower head, and walk back out as he leans his gunblade against a wall.
"...I'm so tired... I'm gonna go sleep."
"Okay... good night."
"G'night..." He walked into his room, and I could hear him his tossing his sopping wet clothes on the floor. I sighed, walked into the living room, but stopped dead in my tracks when there was pounding on the front door. Loud pounding. Hard pounding.
"What the fuck?!" A barefoot and shirtless Seifer emerged from his room. "Who the fuck is that?"
"I don't know..." I noticed the scar that ran across his stomach. From Squall... The pounding continued. Seifer walked over to the door, and peered out the look-hole. Seifer turned and looked at me wide-eyed.
"You're not going to believe this." He says.
"What?"
"It's friggin' Squall."
"H-how?!"
"I thought he was dead, dammit! I killed him, stabbed my fucking gunblade into his chest... I had thought the meds took him away... but, come to think of it, he could have just as soon walked out the door."
"Seifer..."
"Get me my gunblade." I turned and got it, handing it to him. I retreived my shuriken, also. Seifer opened the door, his muscles bulging with tension.
"Seifer..."
"Oh, if it isn't fucking Leonheart."
"I'm not here to fight..."
"Oh, are you here to try and fuck Fujin again...?!" God, he can be so vulgar at times... Cringing, I stepped closer.
"No. I'm just telling you. I'm alive, and very well, and you will get your arrest carried out."
"Yeah, sure." I noticed it then. Seifer was getting dizzy, and unstable. No one else would have noticed it, no one. I walked up to him, and put my hand on his back to reassure him.
"Yeah, so, be prepared."
"Yeah, whatever, I don't need to if its any of your SeeDs. Just go fuck a-"
"Bye, Seifer." Squall interupted, walking away. He drove off, and then Seifer shut the door.
"...Fuck." Seifer forked his fingers through his hair, tossing his gunblade on the floor. I almost said "It'll be fine..." but then realized, no, it wouldn't be. Last time, he nearly killed me... and we had Raijin to help us then.
"Seifer... they can't do anything to us..."
"Yeah, or we'll go legal on their asses."
"Y-yeah, that's right..."
"Fuu..."
"You should go rest, Seifer. You don't want to get sick again..."
"I'm not so tired anymore..."
"You still need rest..."
"You've got a point... If you need anything, don't be afraid to wake me up, okay?"
"Alright..."
"See you." As he walked into his room, I walked over to the window seat, and on my way leaned Seifer's Hyperion against the wall, and shut off the lights.
An hour later, I'm still awake, even though I have to work tommarow. Seifer emerges from his room.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Your still awake? And, yeah, I'm fine."
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Couldn't."
"Why?"
"I don't feel secure. There could be SeeDs lurking about..."
"Oh, Seifer, you're acting..." I searched my mind for a word.
"Stupid?"
"Sort of..."
"Well, I don't want you getting hurt again..."
"I'll be fine."
"How are you so sure? There could be a SeeD just watching you... Don't sit in the window anymore."
"What?! You're being paranoid. I think this stress thing is getting to you." I stand up and walk over to him. His arms are crossed and he looks... uptight.
"Seifer... do you remember when you told me to loosen up?"
"Y-yeah."
"Well, right now, you're awfully uptight yourself..."
"Same could be said about you... Just not in the same sense..."
"That's not true! I'm fine now... I'm not worried about the SeeDs at all..." Lies, lies, lies. I don't lie alot. I just tell lies to make him feel better... or is it to make me feel better?
"Sure." He sits on the floor, and I sit beside him.
"Damn, we need another sofa." He says.
"Mm..."
"You get your stitches out today?"
"Yeah."
"Thats good... They hurt?"
"No, not at all." That's fairly true. Yawning, I rest my head on his bare shoulder.
"Are ya tired?"
"...Just a little... I don't want to sleep though..."
"But you've got work in the morning."
"Mhm..." I feel myself start to drift off on his shoulder, so I sit up.
"You... should go to sleep." I say.
"Why?"
"Because, *I'm* tired, and I'm not leaving you awake." I can see him raise an eyebrow.
"Alright, alright." He stands up and offers me a hand. I take it, and he pulls me up. God, I'm so tired... I should really just go sleep before I do something stupid... He doesn't let go of my hand, instead, he pulls me toward him, and kisses me. He kisses hard, but I can tell he is still trying to be gentle about my neck. You don't have to be. It's fine. To show him this, I kiss him back, and put my arms around him. His back is cold to my warm hands, and I wonder why he is sleeping shirtless in the winter. I wonder if he does it on purpose. Just to make me *want* to touch him. I thought I was going to bed... Hey... He just kisses me deeper. He holds me closer to his body. I'll tell you one thing, I'm glad I got the stitches out.