Disclaimers: Much the same as before...they don't belong to me...or I would have many animators animating my own animated adventures for them and all to see *grins*

Dedications: The almighty SUGAR CUBE!!! If I don't get a sugar cube for this, I'll shove Heather's crowbar and 'Shallow Graves' video down her throat! Muwahahahaahha!


If saucers were a good description for eyes, then plates would be a good description for Seifer's eyes...in fact plates weren't nearly big enough. Bright blue green orbs grew visibly as the brown haired boy proclaimed the reason behind his benevolence, and despite himself, Seifer dropped his blade to the floor and took a step back.

Squall sighed and looked away. 'I knew I shouldn't have told you..' he muttered. 'Now you'll just spread it around...not that i can't look after myself, and you won't even look at me again...'

Seifer blinked a little. 'Damn right I won't look at you again! Y...you're a gay Squall, a dirty little faggot...' Seifer leaned down again, clutching a hand to his chest protectively as he picked up Hyperion and turned swiftly from the boy on the steps, moving back towards his room as fast as he could manage.

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Seifer lay on his bed tiredly, blue eyes fixed on the empty ceiling above him, he fidgeted slightly, still uncomfortable from earlier, his hands slowly moved to his hips and he tried to force himself to relax.

'Squall...' he muttered to himself, working it through in his brain carefully. 'Loves me...that doesn't make sense...we've been fighting since we were tiny and he always seemed to get such satisfaction when I beat him and pin....' He stopped and lifted a hand to smack against his forehead.

'Squall's gay,' he started again, more sure after the last bout. 'And he loves me, which I still don't think makes sense....and he's now really upset...'

After a few moments thought, Seifer began again. 'I've never really seen Squall cry...but I bet he is now, all because I'm an insensitive jerk!' Seifer growled, rolling onto his front and nuzzlign into his feather stuffed pillow, then clutching it to him.

'He's probably curled up on that soft bed of his, crying his pretty little eyes out and making all that chocolate hair still to his icy flesh...' Seifer stopped, lifted his head and then placed a finger against his tongue. 'What the hell?' He looked across the room slowly, his body temperature had evidently risen, and he'd used describing words for Squall that weren't 'scraggly' or 'boring'.

Seifer swallowed, stroked a hand through his hair and began again from the beginning. 'Squall's gay, and he loves me, and I overreacted and upset him, now he probably doesn't want to see me again and fuck I'm in love with him too...' The last bit came almost too quickly to understand, but Seifer understood it, and with a quiet thunk he landed on the floor next to his bed.

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Squall was indeed curled up under his blanket around several pillows that were clutched tightly to his body, tears rolled unhappily down his cheeks, but deep inside he knew that it could never be, Seifer couldn't like him, it just wasn't possible. So Squall, who had spent his whole life wanting the other boy and wishing to be with him, the only reason he kept acting the way he did, because Seifer liked it; let out all his racked up emotions, and cried out each half of his broken heart shard by shard.

TBC - muwahahaah - aren't I cruel...I won't write more unless I get a sugar cube and a review from at least one new person...