~Chapter 8. Told by Seifer.

The next morning, I woke up and went into the bathroom to shower. Everyone else was still sleeping, and I was glad it was Sunday, and none of of us had to work. After my shower, I dried off and pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, and slapped some shaving cream on my face. Raijin's always buggin' me about not shaving, I swear, he is just like a male-housewife. Fujin's right. Always accusing me and Fujin of doing "adultish" things. I just keep telling him, I've got higher morals than that I'll wait until marriage. Again, that's what I tell him, not what morals I have.

"Where the fuck is my razor?" I mutter, searching the cabinet. I see it in the sink. There you are. I run it along my face, and glance in the mirror. Blood? Aw, FUCK! I cut myself. I do a half-assed job on the rest of my face, and then search around for the cut, wiping the blood off of my face. The odd thing is, I can't find so much as a scratch...

"What in friggin' hell? Its too fucking early for this." Mind you, I am *not* a morning person. As a matter of fact, I'm not an anything person. Sighing, I crawl back into bed... Maybe I won't get out of bed...

"Aah!" Fujin cries out in pain. I glance over at her, who's eye shot open. She kicks me off the bed, and I land on the floor with a thud.

"Fuck, Fujin! What the fuck was that for?!"

"LAYED ON ARM...!" She says, sounding distressed.

"So? ...Damn, it's not like I'm made of metal spikes!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She mutters, running into the bathroom.

"What the hell?" I get up and knock on the bathroom door.

"What, dammit?!" She calls.

"Mind telling me what the fuck just happened?! Cuz this is just... fucking perturbing!"

"Shut the fuck up, Seifer..." Backing off, I wonder what could be wrong.

"Fujin..." I layed on her arm... Why is she so... upset? ...Oh, shit... Is it possible that the blood on my razor is hers? ...From her wrist... which I layed on? ...That's why she wouldn't let me grab her hand. That's why she was wearing those gloves... I fumble with the door knob. Locked. It's a weak door. I barge through, to see her with a towel pressed to her wrist. She looks up at me in fear.

"Fuu..." She backs away.

"I didn't mean for it... to..." She whispers hoarsely.

"Fujin! Why...?" I step closer to her.

"Seifer... please... don't say anything to Raijin... please?" I see tears start to form in her eye.

"Fujin..." I'm close to her. I grab the towel from her hand, and apply pressure.

"Ah..." She says in pain, looking the other way. I wrap her wrist back up once it stops bleeding.

"Seifer... I'm sorry." She looks down at the floor. I see a tiny droplet of water hit the tile floor. A tear?

"Hey..." I took her into my arms and held her tightly.

"Seifer..." What? I kiss her on the top of her head.

"Tell me, Fujin... why would you do this? What do think would happen if I found you in the bathroom...? You like to make me cry?" ...I don't know where the last part of that came from... It just came... I think its true.

"I wasn't thinking..."

"What provoked you to do this?"

"I... don't know... I was just depressed. Please don't ask me this..."

"Fujin... you've gotta promise me you'll never try this again..."

"...I can't do that..."

"Fuu!"

"...I'll try..." I notice that she is trembling.

"I am gonna have to keep a careful watch on ya now..." I say, letting go of her, and looking at her wrist.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing already... It's gonna be okay, Fuu, I promise... But... I'm worried about you.."

"...I..."

"What's going on in there, ya know?! Seifa, I gotta pee." ...Ew.

"Hold on! ...Dammit. I'm taking a shower, just hang on.. about ten minutes."

"Seifer..."

"Bye." We heard Raijin walk away, and I directed my gaze back toward Fujin.

"Fuu..." She stepped by me, exiting the bathroom. I followed her, naturally, and Raijin came in from the kitchen, where he had just made coffee, and went into the bathroom. Fujin and I sat down. She rested her injured hand on her lap, and gazed out the window, her mind else where. I watched her, as she ran her index finger over the rim of the cup. She took a sip. She worked so perfectly. And when she got a drop on one of her pale pink lips, she'd press them together, and the dark brown drop would disapear.

"Fujin." I said, finally. She shook herself out of the deep thought she had entered, then glanced at me.

"YES?"

"When'd you do that?"

"Last night." Last night?! When...? Weren't you with me last night...? Or was it before...? That period between 9:30, and ten o'clock... What was I doing then?

"...Why, Fuu?"

"...BORED. WAS. SUICIDAL. WAS. EAVESDROPPING. ALSO." ...

"...Fujin! Eavesdropping? On what conversation...?"

"Good mornin', ya know?!" Raijin entered.

"GREETINGS. RAIJIN."

"Good morning..."

"So, whatchoo guys gonna do today? I'm gonna make something for dinner!" Oh really? That's new.

"...Fujin and I have things to do." Fujin glanced at me, raising her eyebrows.

"Mm, okay, ya know?!" I stood up and walked into my room, and got dressed in normal attire. I walked back into the kitchen.

"NO! RAIJIN. STUPID!"

"But, Fujin...!"

"RAGE!" She kicked him. I sighed.

"Fujin, go get dressed."

"AM DRESSED."

"...Fine, come on. Let's go."

"WHERE GOING?"

"Just come *on.*"

"BUT... MUST KILL RAIJIN..." She said, frowning, disapointed at the fact that she wouldn't be able to kill her companion.

"Come on, Fuu." She sighed, and gave Raijin an "I'll get you when I come back" look, and we left.

"WHERE ARE GOING?" She asked when we got on the street.

"To the hospital."

"WHAT?! NEGATIVE!" She stopped walking.

"...But, it'll never stop bleeding... You'll die or somethin'."

"IS POINT!" ...Fuu... don't say that...

"Stop it! ... I won't let you die. I'll have them amputate your arm or something if you don't come with me."

"...NOT ABLE. TO FIGHT."

"..."

"CANNOT FORCE GO HOSPITAL!"

"Oh, stop it. Come on."

"...NO!"

"Please? For me?" I'm irresistable. You gotta say yeah.

"NEGATIVE." Damn.

"Fuu-uuu." I whined.

"DO THAT. NOT."

"...Please?"

"NO!"

"Come on..."

"..."

"I'll tell Raijin that... you hate his cooking." I threatened.

"WILL BE SAD! SAD RAIJIN MORE ANNOYING... THAN HAPPY."

"...So, you coming, or should I get a stretcher?"

"...FINE. COMING.