As the police vehicle pulled up to the tiny ranch house, Seifer thought it
looked quaint. It was not at all like the jail cell he'd been confined to
for the past six months, during his trial. There was no fence, no bars,
and it even had a little garden next to the large white porch.
As Seifer was ushered into the dwelling the squad car containing Sephiroth pulled up to the house. Seifer stood rigidly next to the older, scarier, and strangely, taller man. There was a brief explanation of the house: Two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room.
"Now," the officer said to the two, still handcuffed, men before him, "A member of SeeD will visit you twice a week and deliver your living necessities. The chips we just inserted in the back of your necks will monitor you. These will alert us if they are attempted to be removed or if you step beyond ten feet of perimeter of the house."
Seifer's neck still stung from the microchip beneath his skin and it made him squirm, unable to rub the soreness away. Sephiroth seemed unaffected by the newly implanted device. The handcuffs were removed and the policemen left.
The silence was awkward. Seifer rubbed the back of his neck and tried to ignore his worse childhood nightmare standing next to him.
Sephiroth folded his arms across his chest and gave the younger man a bemused look. He could actually feel the fear emanating from his new cellmate.
Seifer tried desperately not to make eye contact with the evil villain glowering at him. He picked up the bag of clothing and personal items that were brought in for him and walked into the bedroom he thought Sephiroth wouldn't want, the one furthest from the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. Once inside, he flung himself onto the bed and coiled into the covers. Curled into a little ball of angst, Seifer fell asleep, his mind struggling with the intense emotions of the day.
Sephiroth watched Seifer disappear into one of the bedrooms and stood in the hallway starring at the closed door for a few minutes. "Fine." He hissed, annoyed, under his breath, "don't talk to me." He picked up his own belongings and went into the other bedroom to arrange his things, muttering something about rudeness.
Wrapped in a terrycloth robe, Sephiroth stepped out the bathroom after the first hot, enjoyable bath he had had in ages. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail that still dripped water onto floor as he walked. All night long and he hadn't heard a peep out of his new roommate, so to speak.
Sephiroth stepped into the kitchen area and started a cup of coffee. He opened the fridge to see what was available and was pleasantly surprised. They were well supplied. Even before he became a horrid arch-villain his refrigerator only consisted of condiments and beer.
Making some toast, Sephiroth settled down on one of the kitchen stools and turned on the TV across the room with the remote. Sighing deeply to himself, this was all he could have asked for. Seifer in there may have felt as though his freedom had just been taken away, but Sephiroth felt like it had just been given back to him. He smiled mischievously.
As Seifer was ushered into the dwelling the squad car containing Sephiroth pulled up to the house. Seifer stood rigidly next to the older, scarier, and strangely, taller man. There was a brief explanation of the house: Two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room.
"Now," the officer said to the two, still handcuffed, men before him, "A member of SeeD will visit you twice a week and deliver your living necessities. The chips we just inserted in the back of your necks will monitor you. These will alert us if they are attempted to be removed or if you step beyond ten feet of perimeter of the house."
Seifer's neck still stung from the microchip beneath his skin and it made him squirm, unable to rub the soreness away. Sephiroth seemed unaffected by the newly implanted device. The handcuffs were removed and the policemen left.
The silence was awkward. Seifer rubbed the back of his neck and tried to ignore his worse childhood nightmare standing next to him.
Sephiroth folded his arms across his chest and gave the younger man a bemused look. He could actually feel the fear emanating from his new cellmate.
Seifer tried desperately not to make eye contact with the evil villain glowering at him. He picked up the bag of clothing and personal items that were brought in for him and walked into the bedroom he thought Sephiroth wouldn't want, the one furthest from the bathroom, and shut the door behind him. Once inside, he flung himself onto the bed and coiled into the covers. Curled into a little ball of angst, Seifer fell asleep, his mind struggling with the intense emotions of the day.
Sephiroth watched Seifer disappear into one of the bedrooms and stood in the hallway starring at the closed door for a few minutes. "Fine." He hissed, annoyed, under his breath, "don't talk to me." He picked up his own belongings and went into the other bedroom to arrange his things, muttering something about rudeness.
Wrapped in a terrycloth robe, Sephiroth stepped out the bathroom after the first hot, enjoyable bath he had had in ages. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail that still dripped water onto floor as he walked. All night long and he hadn't heard a peep out of his new roommate, so to speak.
Sephiroth stepped into the kitchen area and started a cup of coffee. He opened the fridge to see what was available and was pleasantly surprised. They were well supplied. Even before he became a horrid arch-villain his refrigerator only consisted of condiments and beer.
Making some toast, Sephiroth settled down on one of the kitchen stools and turned on the TV across the room with the remote. Sighing deeply to himself, this was all he could have asked for. Seifer in there may have felt as though his freedom had just been taken away, but Sephiroth felt like it had just been given back to him. He smiled mischievously.
