~Chapter 22, told by Fujin.
Nothing happened. Sure, we moved into our house in Balamb- and I liked it there, but there was no more romantic reaction between me and Seifer... Maybe it was fake love, and I stopped it by realizing I wanted *real* love, not fake love... He had assured me that he cared for me before all of this but, honestly...
I tossed my bag on the sofa, and glanced over at Raijin, who was sitting, watching TV.
"How was work?"
"...FINE."
"Oh, okay, ya know?!"
"SEIFER- HOME YET?"
"Nah, but he shoulda been home an hour ago..."
"Oh... WONDER WHERE IS..."
"Yeah... Dontcha think he keeps acting weirder every day?!"
"AGREED."
"I think we should go see if anything weird's up in his room. I mean, he has his own room, ya know?! Anything could be in there, and he doesn't let either of us in, ya know?!"
"QUIET MUST BE. SEIFER HOME. ANY MINUTE."
"Alright, ya know?!" Sneaking into Seifer's room... interesting. I crept foward and opened the door, Raijin followed turning on the light. He went through Seifer's dresser, and I walked over to the closet. It was a rather large closet compared to ours, especially.
"This ain't fair, Seifer has a better room, ya know?!" Raijin whined.
"SHUT UP!" I snapped. There was his gunblade... Several other gunblades- lower models from the past, probably. Then I seen it, a little box, with a silver Hyperion charm in it. I took it out and held it, clenched in my hand.
"Hey, lookit this, ya know?!"
"WHAT?" I walked over, and he held up a newspaper.
"DATE WHEN?!"
"Urm... a week ago..."
"FIRST MOVED INTO HOUSE..."
"It says something about a gang... They're looking for Seifa, ya know?! Cuzza the sorceress thing."
"SHOCK."
"Friggin' keys." Said a muffled voice.
"Seifer. Home." I whispered. We ran out of the room, and I sat on the sofa, and Raijin sat on the floor.
"The light, ya know?!" He said, running for Seifer's room to turn it off.
"Raijin!" I muttered. We're gonna get caught, we're gonna get caught. Just as the door opened, Raijin slid on to the floor next me, as if a baseball player making home base. We made it... Oh shit... I still have the Hyperion charm in my hand! ... I shoved it into my back pocket.
"Hey guys..." Raijin started laughing suddenly. Can't handle the pressure? I kicked him, hard, and he stopped laughing.
"What's so funny?" Seifer asked.
"NOTHING!" He eyed us suspiciously, then went into the kitchen.
"RAIJIN; STUPID."
"I'm, hehe, sorry, ya know?! Just nervous..." How am I gonna get this back into his room?! I stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"ARE LATE. WHY?"
"I dunno, some gang around's been messing with the local kids- nothing big. I gotta take a shower though..." That's it, prime oppurtunity, while you're in the shower... Seifer walked into the bathroom, and I walked into his bedroom. Now, where did this go...? In the draw? I opened the draw and looked around for the box. No! It was in the closet. I opened the vented door to the closet and looked around for the box, when I heard footsteps. Before I knew what I was doing, I shut the door to the closet, locking myself in... This thing locks..?! Dammit! I remained silent. Seifer walked in, and dropped the towel from around his waist. ...By the faeries... I looked away, it not seeming right, and waited for him to leave. I peeked to see if he was gone, but he wasn't. He had on baggy pants, but that was it. Drops of water flowed from his hair down his back... My...
"Hey, Seifa, have ya seen Fujin?!" ...Fuck.
"Naw... isn't she out there with you?" He left, and I had to figure out how to get out of here. It was locked. Locked, dammit!
"Maybe she went out..." I heard Seifer say.
"I didn't see her leave, ya know?!"
"Well, maybe ya missed her."
"...Yeah, I think we should go out and look for her..."
"No, we'll give her til eleven, okay?"
"...Alright." Actually, this was kind of interesting, my being gone, yet hearing what they would say. But either way, it looked as if I'd be in here for two hours...
~~~
They left to go look for me. Now, I only have about ten minutes to do this... Okay... um, I need to get out of here without wrecking the door. I fumbled with the doorknob-nothing. Five minutes passed. Dammit. I busted through the door, knocking it off it's hinges. Also pretty much knocking my shoulder out of it's socket.
"Oho... shit." I muttered. Then, the worst possible happened. They came home.
"Where the fuck is she!? I'm worried." Clutching my shoulder, I came out of Seifer's bedroom, smiling nervously.
"GR- GREETINGS."
"What were you doing in my room?!" I know!
"GANGSTER. COME IN. LOCKED ME IN CLOSET!" ...
"When!?" Seifer asked, rushing toward me. Raijin just stood there dumbfounded. Okay... um...
"WHILE GONE! ...I CAME BACK. WAS ATTACKED."
"Where were ya, ya know?!" ...Uhh...
"...LEFT GLOVES. AT WORK." I answered dully.
"So, why were you gone for two hours?"
"WANTED ME. WORK. ...BUSY. HAD NOTHING TO DO... SO..."
"Ya coulda told us, ya know?!"
"APOLOGY..." Seifer left, and went into his room.
"My fucking closet! You really damaged it! My poor clos- Fuu, are you okay?! I mean, that must hurt..." Then I remember the pain in my shoulder.
"...AM FINE. JUST BRUISE." Then I realize it must really be out of the socket, because I can't lift my arm.
"Oh, okay... Well, we gotta do something about that gangster. He take anything?"
"NEGATIVE. MAYBE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU."
"Oh yeah, you heard about that gang?"
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"Where?"
"NEWSPAPER." He eyed me oddly, and then walked back over.
"...Interesting, ya know?! But it's late, can't we deal with this in the morning...?" Raijin asked.
"No." Seifer said. "But you could go to bed, ya won't miss much."
"Yeah... I guess you're right, ya know?!"
"GOOD NIGHT. RAIJIN." Traitor. Raijin went into our bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I think he's the only sane one, sometimes- but only sometimes.
"Lift your arm."
"...WHAT?"
"I *said* lift your arm."
"WHY?"
"Just do it, dammit."
"...I... CAN'T."
"Wha?"
"PAIN."
"...Hmm, maybe ya dislocated it."
"...WHAT MEAN? HOSPITAL. WILL NOT GO."
"Alright then... I'll put it back in." I jumped back.
"NEGATIVE! CAN NOT!"
"I can... Its not that hard..."
"...WILL HURT?"
"Just a little... come here. Sit down." I sat on the sofa, and he sat next to me, facing me. He felt around my shoulder. It felt weird- having him touching me... Sighing, I waited.
"Ouch!" I yelled, him applyiing too much pressure.
"Yeah, its probably dislocated. I'll pop it back in. Take off your shirt." !!
"WHY?"
"Cuz, I can't do it with all of that material in the way..."
"DEGRADING."
"Yeah, well, remember, we used to share a bedroom- Its not like I've never seen you without a shirt on before..." Scowling, I slowly (I couldn't do it any faster with one arm) unbuttoned my shirt. He stared at me, blankly for a second.
"ARM."
"Oh, yeah..." He moved my bra strap out of the way, and grasped my arm and shoulder.
"You ready?"
"MAKE SOUND LIKE WILL HURT."
"It will."
"...Damn you."
"Heh heh heh. Ready?"
"Yeah..."
"Alright." I heard a sound. Ah! The pain...!
"Argh!" I muttered bending foward. It didn't even hurt as much *dis*locating it!
"Sorry..." Seifer muttered, patting me on the back.
"...Pain..." I glanced down at my shoulder, which was bruised badly.
"...Fujin?"
"Yeah?"
"Why were you in my closet?" ...!
"Gangster locked me in..."
"Oh come on, that's not the truth!"
"...Is."
"Nah, you couldn't have read that newspaper. I mean, come on now, I hid that thing in my room so you guys wouldn't worry..." Dammit!
"I read it at work..."
"Sure... And how'd he get in? And how'd you know he was a gangster? He could've been anyone..."
"...APOLOGY." I muttered, staring at the floor.
"...No, just tell me why." I explained everything that happened before he got home.
"So... wait a minute... You were in my closet while I... got dressed...?" I nodded sheepishly, and he sighed a laugh, shaking his head. I reached over and grabbed my shirt, shoulder still hurting. I put it on (it really hurts to move it). As I *attempted* to button it, Seifer sighed.
"WILL HURT, TOMMOROW?"
"Nah, it might just be a little sore."
"Oh..."
"Why, it hurt that much now?"
"AFFIRMATIVE." Dammit! I fucking give up on these buttons.
"Sorry..."
"Wasn't your fault." Oh... didn't mean to talk normally...
"Here." He reached over, and started buttoning my shirt for me. I felt kind of stupid, him buttoning my shirt, while I sat, half-helpless. I felt my face flush when I felt his knuckle brush against my breast for a brief moment, he just looked up, and smiled slightly. Almost an apologetic smile, which is rare with Seifer. He kissed my forehead, and then stood up. Seifer... I... I love you.
Nothing happened. Sure, we moved into our house in Balamb- and I liked it there, but there was no more romantic reaction between me and Seifer... Maybe it was fake love, and I stopped it by realizing I wanted *real* love, not fake love... He had assured me that he cared for me before all of this but, honestly...
I tossed my bag on the sofa, and glanced over at Raijin, who was sitting, watching TV.
"How was work?"
"...FINE."
"Oh, okay, ya know?!"
"SEIFER- HOME YET?"
"Nah, but he shoulda been home an hour ago..."
"Oh... WONDER WHERE IS..."
"Yeah... Dontcha think he keeps acting weirder every day?!"
"AGREED."
"I think we should go see if anything weird's up in his room. I mean, he has his own room, ya know?! Anything could be in there, and he doesn't let either of us in, ya know?!"
"QUIET MUST BE. SEIFER HOME. ANY MINUTE."
"Alright, ya know?!" Sneaking into Seifer's room... interesting. I crept foward and opened the door, Raijin followed turning on the light. He went through Seifer's dresser, and I walked over to the closet. It was a rather large closet compared to ours, especially.
"This ain't fair, Seifer has a better room, ya know?!" Raijin whined.
"SHUT UP!" I snapped. There was his gunblade... Several other gunblades- lower models from the past, probably. Then I seen it, a little box, with a silver Hyperion charm in it. I took it out and held it, clenched in my hand.
"Hey, lookit this, ya know?!"
"WHAT?" I walked over, and he held up a newspaper.
"DATE WHEN?!"
"Urm... a week ago..."
"FIRST MOVED INTO HOUSE..."
"It says something about a gang... They're looking for Seifa, ya know?! Cuzza the sorceress thing."
"SHOCK."
"Friggin' keys." Said a muffled voice.
"Seifer. Home." I whispered. We ran out of the room, and I sat on the sofa, and Raijin sat on the floor.
"The light, ya know?!" He said, running for Seifer's room to turn it off.
"Raijin!" I muttered. We're gonna get caught, we're gonna get caught. Just as the door opened, Raijin slid on to the floor next me, as if a baseball player making home base. We made it... Oh shit... I still have the Hyperion charm in my hand! ... I shoved it into my back pocket.
"Hey guys..." Raijin started laughing suddenly. Can't handle the pressure? I kicked him, hard, and he stopped laughing.
"What's so funny?" Seifer asked.
"NOTHING!" He eyed us suspiciously, then went into the kitchen.
"RAIJIN; STUPID."
"I'm, hehe, sorry, ya know?! Just nervous..." How am I gonna get this back into his room?! I stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"ARE LATE. WHY?"
"I dunno, some gang around's been messing with the local kids- nothing big. I gotta take a shower though..." That's it, prime oppurtunity, while you're in the shower... Seifer walked into the bathroom, and I walked into his bedroom. Now, where did this go...? In the draw? I opened the draw and looked around for the box. No! It was in the closet. I opened the vented door to the closet and looked around for the box, when I heard footsteps. Before I knew what I was doing, I shut the door to the closet, locking myself in... This thing locks..?! Dammit! I remained silent. Seifer walked in, and dropped the towel from around his waist. ...By the faeries... I looked away, it not seeming right, and waited for him to leave. I peeked to see if he was gone, but he wasn't. He had on baggy pants, but that was it. Drops of water flowed from his hair down his back... My...
"Hey, Seifa, have ya seen Fujin?!" ...Fuck.
"Naw... isn't she out there with you?" He left, and I had to figure out how to get out of here. It was locked. Locked, dammit!
"Maybe she went out..." I heard Seifer say.
"I didn't see her leave, ya know?!"
"Well, maybe ya missed her."
"...Yeah, I think we should go out and look for her..."
"No, we'll give her til eleven, okay?"
"...Alright." Actually, this was kind of interesting, my being gone, yet hearing what they would say. But either way, it looked as if I'd be in here for two hours...
~~~
They left to go look for me. Now, I only have about ten minutes to do this... Okay... um, I need to get out of here without wrecking the door. I fumbled with the doorknob-nothing. Five minutes passed. Dammit. I busted through the door, knocking it off it's hinges. Also pretty much knocking my shoulder out of it's socket.
"Oho... shit." I muttered. Then, the worst possible happened. They came home.
"Where the fuck is she!? I'm worried." Clutching my shoulder, I came out of Seifer's bedroom, smiling nervously.
"GR- GREETINGS."
"What were you doing in my room?!" I know!
"GANGSTER. COME IN. LOCKED ME IN CLOSET!" ...
"When!?" Seifer asked, rushing toward me. Raijin just stood there dumbfounded. Okay... um...
"WHILE GONE! ...I CAME BACK. WAS ATTACKED."
"Where were ya, ya know?!" ...Uhh...
"...LEFT GLOVES. AT WORK." I answered dully.
"So, why were you gone for two hours?"
"WANTED ME. WORK. ...BUSY. HAD NOTHING TO DO... SO..."
"Ya coulda told us, ya know?!"
"APOLOGY..." Seifer left, and went into his room.
"My fucking closet! You really damaged it! My poor clos- Fuu, are you okay?! I mean, that must hurt..." Then I remember the pain in my shoulder.
"...AM FINE. JUST BRUISE." Then I realize it must really be out of the socket, because I can't lift my arm.
"Oh, okay... Well, we gotta do something about that gangster. He take anything?"
"NEGATIVE. MAYBE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU."
"Oh yeah, you heard about that gang?"
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"Where?"
"NEWSPAPER." He eyed me oddly, and then walked back over.
"...Interesting, ya know?! But it's late, can't we deal with this in the morning...?" Raijin asked.
"No." Seifer said. "But you could go to bed, ya won't miss much."
"Yeah... I guess you're right, ya know?!"
"GOOD NIGHT. RAIJIN." Traitor. Raijin went into our bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I think he's the only sane one, sometimes- but only sometimes.
"Lift your arm."
"...WHAT?"
"I *said* lift your arm."
"WHY?"
"Just do it, dammit."
"...I... CAN'T."
"Wha?"
"PAIN."
"...Hmm, maybe ya dislocated it."
"...WHAT MEAN? HOSPITAL. WILL NOT GO."
"Alright then... I'll put it back in." I jumped back.
"NEGATIVE! CAN NOT!"
"I can... Its not that hard..."
"...WILL HURT?"
"Just a little... come here. Sit down." I sat on the sofa, and he sat next to me, facing me. He felt around my shoulder. It felt weird- having him touching me... Sighing, I waited.
"Ouch!" I yelled, him applyiing too much pressure.
"Yeah, its probably dislocated. I'll pop it back in. Take off your shirt." !!
"WHY?"
"Cuz, I can't do it with all of that material in the way..."
"DEGRADING."
"Yeah, well, remember, we used to share a bedroom- Its not like I've never seen you without a shirt on before..." Scowling, I slowly (I couldn't do it any faster with one arm) unbuttoned my shirt. He stared at me, blankly for a second.
"ARM."
"Oh, yeah..." He moved my bra strap out of the way, and grasped my arm and shoulder.
"You ready?"
"MAKE SOUND LIKE WILL HURT."
"It will."
"...Damn you."
"Heh heh heh. Ready?"
"Yeah..."
"Alright." I heard a sound. Ah! The pain...!
"Argh!" I muttered bending foward. It didn't even hurt as much *dis*locating it!
"Sorry..." Seifer muttered, patting me on the back.
"...Pain..." I glanced down at my shoulder, which was bruised badly.
"...Fujin?"
"Yeah?"
"Why were you in my closet?" ...!
"Gangster locked me in..."
"Oh come on, that's not the truth!"
"...Is."
"Nah, you couldn't have read that newspaper. I mean, come on now, I hid that thing in my room so you guys wouldn't worry..." Dammit!
"I read it at work..."
"Sure... And how'd he get in? And how'd you know he was a gangster? He could've been anyone..."
"...APOLOGY." I muttered, staring at the floor.
"...No, just tell me why." I explained everything that happened before he got home.
"So... wait a minute... You were in my closet while I... got dressed...?" I nodded sheepishly, and he sighed a laugh, shaking his head. I reached over and grabbed my shirt, shoulder still hurting. I put it on (it really hurts to move it). As I *attempted* to button it, Seifer sighed.
"WILL HURT, TOMMOROW?"
"Nah, it might just be a little sore."
"Oh..."
"Why, it hurt that much now?"
"AFFIRMATIVE." Dammit! I fucking give up on these buttons.
"Sorry..."
"Wasn't your fault." Oh... didn't mean to talk normally...
"Here." He reached over, and started buttoning my shirt for me. I felt kind of stupid, him buttoning my shirt, while I sat, half-helpless. I felt my face flush when I felt his knuckle brush against my breast for a brief moment, he just looked up, and smiled slightly. Almost an apologetic smile, which is rare with Seifer. He kissed my forehead, and then stood up. Seifer... I... I love you.
