~Chapter Two. Told by Raijin.

I'm quite content with life, to be honest with you. I take care of them, Seifer and Fujin. I just don't like how Seifer treats Fujin. She acts like it doesn't bother her, but I know it does. She came home later that day, and went out onto our balcony, and sat, smoking.

"Fujin, ya shouldn't smoke, ya know?!"

"WILL DO. WHAT WANT."

"It's not good for ya!"

"GOOD."

"Fujin! Be happy, ya know?!"

"RAIJIN. SHUT MOUTH."

"Easy, ya know?!" ...Too bad for her! I went back inside, and looked around. I had to go to the store and buy dinner, so I went out. I bought us some Chocobo steak today, along with bread and cookies. On my way back home, I ate the cookies though.

While broiling the chocobo meat, Seifer came home.

"Hey, Raijin..."

"Hey, Seifa, how was your day?"

"It was the same as always..."

"Int'restin."

"Where is she?" She? Who? Oh, Fujin!

"Out there, ya know?! On the balcony."

"Good."

"Why's that good?"

"So that PMSy girl can stay out of my hair." Heheh.

"Well, no, actually, today isn't one of those days, ya know?!" Seifer begins to laugh, for a reason I dunno.

"You, heh, actually keep track of that?"

"Well, yeah, I gotta know when to wear shin-pads. Metal toed boots hurt, ya know?!"

"Hahah. Okay, Raijin." Seifer sits down to our small 16 inch TV and watches the cable we cheat off of the bar. Illegal, yeah, I told Seifer not to. I go back to cooking the chocobo, and sigh. I enjoy cooking, but, Fujin calls me a "Male house-wife." I'm still not all too clear on why she calls me that... I shrug, and continue cooking. Fujin walks inside.

"Hey, Fujin!"

"YES?"

"Whatchoo doing?"

"GET MORE. CIGARETTES."

"Don't waste your money!" Seifer calls in from the next room. He has a point...

"WHY? WILL BE. WORTH IT. IN END." Don't you get cancer and die from cigarettes? That must not be what she meant, because Seifer is laughing. Or maybe Seifer's just being mean again? Fujin leaves, and I walk in to see Seifer.

"That was cold, ya know?!" I say.

"Yeah, I know..." I can see a little bit of regret peeking through, but he shrugs it off.

"Shouldn't ya say you're sorry?!"

"No." Ten minutes later, Fujin comes back, and we sit down. It's what I want. And if it didn't make me happy, then maybe Fujin wouldn't eat at all. I glance around the table. Fujin glares down at the chocobo meat as if it is her worst enemy, occasionally popping a peice of bread in her mouth, while Seifer eats as if he's in a huge rush. Me? I just finish mine off.

"Hey, Fujin, are you gonna eat that?!" I ask, still hungry. Seifer looks up, as if interested in her answer. Everything goes silent suddenly, and Seifer stops chewing, staring at Fujin. Her face flushes, and she hands me her plate, getting up and walking outside.

"Seifer, I think ya scared her, ya know?!"

"Heh heh heh." He shakes his head and finishes what's on his plate and goes outside... With Fujin. Straining my ears, I listen in to their coversation.

"Gimme one?"

"WHY?"

"Because I want some, dammit!"

"FINE..." There is silence. "WHAT? YOU WANT. ME PUT IN MOUTH. FOR YOU?! TAKE!" Oh, boy. I didn't think they were that close! See, I'm not dumb, like Fujin says I am. I catch on to adultish things like that easily!

"Whoa, these things are huge... How much were they?" My eyes grow wide. Oh boy! That's just rude, ya know?!

"ONLY SIZE. HAD. 25gil."

"That's cheap..."

"Mm..." Not wanting to hear anymore of their "conversation," I went off to do the dishes.