Not-so-well-disguised warning and disclaimer:
Author: Let's see, what do we have here... //opens the reviews page// OH MY GOD!
Seifer: What? Someone wants to sue you already?
Squall: ...What...ever?...
Author: They liked it!
Seifer: I don't believe it! Amazing!
Squall: ...Whatever!...
Seifer: Please, stop saying 'whatever', will you?
Squall: Why? I thought they like it...
Seifer: It's so unnerving, particularly given that you know how to express yourself *another* way. //smirks//
Squall: //blushes// Um... Whatever...
Author: Quit this, we have a lot of work here to do! Our reviewers said they want a sequel!
Seifer & Squall: What sequel? There wasn't anything about any sequel mentioned in the text we saw!
Author: Hehe... Well it *is* there... now! Onto the legal stuff!
Seifer: //to the readers// He owns us not!
Squall: //also to the readers// And he likes yaoi!
Author: //again, to the readers// Consider yourselves warned.
The Sequel
Morning light peeked through a hole in the curtains on Seifer's room window. Squall was dressing up hastily. For him, last night could be compared to a weird dream that, strangely enough, came true. He didn't have the chance to think it over properly, but something inside him was feeling very different.
Seifer woke up and looked at Squall, smiling. It was actually a smile, not a smirk, which was usually present on his lips. Squall noticed it and smiled back. Then he departed, still remaining silent. Seifer put his hands under his head, lay on his back and closed his eyes again. After a long time he was happy.
Squall left Seifer's room and went to the library to sit there and think. He took a random book from the shelf, opened it and sat down.
He was really puzzled and nearly started hating himself for becoming rational again. Last night he let emotions overcome his mind, narcotize his awareness. But now his conscience was wide awake, and Squall kept asking, again and again, if the events of the night were right... Thinking the things over hurt, but he could do nothing with that. Contemplating on past was a part of his nature, wanted he or not.
A very long time ago, after events too painful for a young sensitive boy, Squall believed that the only person he could trust in the whole world was himself. So he never really relied on other people, thinking that they can let him down any minute. He got used to not showing his feelings to anybody, fearing that they would misunderstand him, and tried not to react much to the world around him. Anyway, he thought, the less you let out, the safer you are.
Still, it was hard not to let the things out with Seifer nearby. It seemed that he always knew where Squall's most hurtful and sore spots were, and he often used this knowledge. At that times Squall *did* react. Rinoa, who kept trying to make Squall 'open up' until the very end of their close relationship, was near jealous when she saw how Seifer's mere look could produce a burst of emotions in Squall. She never admitted it, but this was one of the reasons of her breaking up with him and going to Timber.
"So that's where you are, Squall-man," Zell said, appearing suddenly from behind and leaning over Squall's shoulder.
"...Hello Zell..." Squall said, trying to be polite. "How was the festival?"
"Wow Squall, it was totally awesome!" Zell jumped in excitement. "So much fun! Selphie and Irvine won themselves a prize for 'The Longest Kiss' contest, and Quistis danced for two hours, and there were free hotdogs! Yeah!"
"Great," Squall answered, hoping Zell had nothing more to tell.
"Too bad you didn't go," Zell continued, crushing Squall's hopes. "Then again, maybe it's better for you," he added after some thought. "Perhaps you wouldn't like to see Rinoa."
"She was there, too?" Squall showed some more interest.
"Yep. With that friend of hers, I don't remember his name."
"How's she?"
"Oh, ok, I guess," Zell replied. "She asked about you."
"...Whatever..." Squall said lowering his eyes into the book, showing he was not interested in continuing the dialog.
"By the way, do you know what happened to Seifer?" Zell asked unexpectedly. Squall raised his eyes again, feeling his cheeks turning red.
"He actually gave me a greeting instead of calling me 'chicken wuss'" Zell sounded rather amazed by that fact. Squall said nothing and returned his eyes to the book before him, blushing even more intensively.
"Ok, I'll go for lunch," Zell said, turning away. He stopped for a second near the library door and chuckled. "And, by the way, isn't it easier to read a book in some language known to you?" With that comment, he went out.
Squall closed the book and looked at its cover in disgust. It was labeled 'Easy Reading Series: Sanskrit. Part One'
This conversation diverted Squall's attention from his subject. It came to him, that perhaps it was better to leave the library and go think in some other place. So he returned the sorry book to the shelf where it originally belonged. He did not know the fact, but he was the only student who ever opened this book.
He went out and directed himself to his room. Walking, he began to think again.
Yes, he did react on Seifer's actions, and that was the only seam in the solid wall he built around his feelings.
Now this seam widened severely and the wall was in danger. Squall could nearly imagine the cold bricks falling out, allowing passage inside. The previous night made it possible, and Squall did not know if this was correct or not. Should he let it shatter and leave his soul unprotected, or should he take the mortar and stones and try to mend the damaged barrier? Squall was not only unsure of what to do, he was frightened. He needed more time.
Later that night Seifer knocked on Squall's room door. Receiving no answer, he pushed it open. There was no one inside.
Seifer entered and looked around. The room looked uninhabited, there were no signs of a person living there. Then Seifer spotted a note that was lying on the empty table.
"Seifer -
I know you will read this, so...
You are probably wondering what had happened? Nothing. Just try to understand me... once more. I must take a stand and think. When I am ready, I'll return.
Don't try to find me.
- Squall."
Seifer sat down on the chair, still holding the note. Squall needed to think... And Seifer thought everything was perfectly clear. He felt it when he moved his lips to Squall's ear and whispered to him three banal words, the ones he was always afraid to say... Did that mean nothing to Squall?
"I'll return," was written on the note.
Seifer stood up and exited, carefully folding the note. "I hope," he thought. "I... do hope!"
~~~~~~~~
Well, what do you think? Is it worse than the first part? Or better?
By the way, do you think this is the end of the story, or should there be another sequel?
R+R!!! Pleeeeease?
Author: Let's see, what do we have here... //opens the reviews page// OH MY GOD!
Seifer: What? Someone wants to sue you already?
Squall: ...What...ever?...
Author: They liked it!
Seifer: I don't believe it! Amazing!
Squall: ...Whatever!...
Seifer: Please, stop saying 'whatever', will you?
Squall: Why? I thought they like it...
Seifer: It's so unnerving, particularly given that you know how to express yourself *another* way. //smirks//
Squall: //blushes// Um... Whatever...
Author: Quit this, we have a lot of work here to do! Our reviewers said they want a sequel!
Seifer & Squall: What sequel? There wasn't anything about any sequel mentioned in the text we saw!
Author: Hehe... Well it *is* there... now! Onto the legal stuff!
Seifer: //to the readers// He owns us not!
Squall: //also to the readers// And he likes yaoi!
Author: //again, to the readers// Consider yourselves warned.
The Sequel
Morning light peeked through a hole in the curtains on Seifer's room window. Squall was dressing up hastily. For him, last night could be compared to a weird dream that, strangely enough, came true. He didn't have the chance to think it over properly, but something inside him was feeling very different.
Seifer woke up and looked at Squall, smiling. It was actually a smile, not a smirk, which was usually present on his lips. Squall noticed it and smiled back. Then he departed, still remaining silent. Seifer put his hands under his head, lay on his back and closed his eyes again. After a long time he was happy.
Squall left Seifer's room and went to the library to sit there and think. He took a random book from the shelf, opened it and sat down.
He was really puzzled and nearly started hating himself for becoming rational again. Last night he let emotions overcome his mind, narcotize his awareness. But now his conscience was wide awake, and Squall kept asking, again and again, if the events of the night were right... Thinking the things over hurt, but he could do nothing with that. Contemplating on past was a part of his nature, wanted he or not.
A very long time ago, after events too painful for a young sensitive boy, Squall believed that the only person he could trust in the whole world was himself. So he never really relied on other people, thinking that they can let him down any minute. He got used to not showing his feelings to anybody, fearing that they would misunderstand him, and tried not to react much to the world around him. Anyway, he thought, the less you let out, the safer you are.
Still, it was hard not to let the things out with Seifer nearby. It seemed that he always knew where Squall's most hurtful and sore spots were, and he often used this knowledge. At that times Squall *did* react. Rinoa, who kept trying to make Squall 'open up' until the very end of their close relationship, was near jealous when she saw how Seifer's mere look could produce a burst of emotions in Squall. She never admitted it, but this was one of the reasons of her breaking up with him and going to Timber.
"So that's where you are, Squall-man," Zell said, appearing suddenly from behind and leaning over Squall's shoulder.
"...Hello Zell..." Squall said, trying to be polite. "How was the festival?"
"Wow Squall, it was totally awesome!" Zell jumped in excitement. "So much fun! Selphie and Irvine won themselves a prize for 'The Longest Kiss' contest, and Quistis danced for two hours, and there were free hotdogs! Yeah!"
"Great," Squall answered, hoping Zell had nothing more to tell.
"Too bad you didn't go," Zell continued, crushing Squall's hopes. "Then again, maybe it's better for you," he added after some thought. "Perhaps you wouldn't like to see Rinoa."
"She was there, too?" Squall showed some more interest.
"Yep. With that friend of hers, I don't remember his name."
"How's she?"
"Oh, ok, I guess," Zell replied. "She asked about you."
"...Whatever..." Squall said lowering his eyes into the book, showing he was not interested in continuing the dialog.
"By the way, do you know what happened to Seifer?" Zell asked unexpectedly. Squall raised his eyes again, feeling his cheeks turning red.
"He actually gave me a greeting instead of calling me 'chicken wuss'" Zell sounded rather amazed by that fact. Squall said nothing and returned his eyes to the book before him, blushing even more intensively.
"Ok, I'll go for lunch," Zell said, turning away. He stopped for a second near the library door and chuckled. "And, by the way, isn't it easier to read a book in some language known to you?" With that comment, he went out.
Squall closed the book and looked at its cover in disgust. It was labeled 'Easy Reading Series: Sanskrit. Part One'
This conversation diverted Squall's attention from his subject. It came to him, that perhaps it was better to leave the library and go think in some other place. So he returned the sorry book to the shelf where it originally belonged. He did not know the fact, but he was the only student who ever opened this book.
He went out and directed himself to his room. Walking, he began to think again.
Yes, he did react on Seifer's actions, and that was the only seam in the solid wall he built around his feelings.
Now this seam widened severely and the wall was in danger. Squall could nearly imagine the cold bricks falling out, allowing passage inside. The previous night made it possible, and Squall did not know if this was correct or not. Should he let it shatter and leave his soul unprotected, or should he take the mortar and stones and try to mend the damaged barrier? Squall was not only unsure of what to do, he was frightened. He needed more time.
Later that night Seifer knocked on Squall's room door. Receiving no answer, he pushed it open. There was no one inside.
Seifer entered and looked around. The room looked uninhabited, there were no signs of a person living there. Then Seifer spotted a note that was lying on the empty table.
"Seifer -
I know you will read this, so...
You are probably wondering what had happened? Nothing. Just try to understand me... once more. I must take a stand and think. When I am ready, I'll return.
Don't try to find me.
- Squall."
Seifer sat down on the chair, still holding the note. Squall needed to think... And Seifer thought everything was perfectly clear. He felt it when he moved his lips to Squall's ear and whispered to him three banal words, the ones he was always afraid to say... Did that mean nothing to Squall?
"I'll return," was written on the note.
Seifer stood up and exited, carefully folding the note. "I hope," he thought. "I... do hope!"
~~~~~~~~
Well, what do you think? Is it worse than the first part? Or better?
By the way, do you think this is the end of the story, or should there be another sequel?
R+R!!! Pleeeeease?