Chapter 5- The Crush
Over the next six months, the paradise home became a boring eternity. Seifer spent most of his time watching television and whining. Sephiroth, on the other hand, was much more used to confinement, and spent his time writing in a journal that he kept from Seifer no matter how much he begged; and working out, something for which he constantly bothered Seifer for not doing as often as he should. This lack of energy, naturally, didn't effect Seifer's constant look of peak physical condition. This bothered Sephiroth to no end.
This particular morning, Seifer waited patiently for Sephiroth to get up and move into the bathroom for his morning shower. He felt a little ridiculous, what with the black clothing and the skullcap, but this was a top-secret mission.
Hiding behind a tall plant that Sephiroth had been taking care of like one of his own children, Seifer watched with anticipation. The older man walked groggily from his sleeping chambers, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He never looked into the dark hallway before he stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Seifer wondered to himself why Sephiroth insisted on getting up so early. He slipped into the hallway, slinking past the bathroom door. He opened the door to the silver-haired man's room slowly, and did a dramatic roll inside, landing on his butt. He stumbled to his feet and shut the door behind him. Breathing quickly, he listened as the shower turned on then began to rummage.
"A-ha." Seifer whispered triumphantly as he, a few minutes later, found the leather-bound journal in the top drawer of Sephiroth's dresser. He tentatively sat down on the bed and opened to a random page. It was time to find out exactly what the big secret was.
Although my plans have been temporally put on hold, I feel it is for the best. The young rogue is quite possibly the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon. Unfortunately, I think he is falling for the SeeD boy, Squall. However, spending time in Seifer's presence is, in itself, a wonderful thing. I have recently considered dropping all plans of escape to continue living in blissful, uninterrupted eternity with my desirable new cellmate. To feel his touch makes my heart stop and then start again at twice the pace. Nothing is more breathtaking than he. However, I feel that dwelling on his passion will only make the pain and heartbreak worse. Possibly, getting free of this paradise is the only way of finding peace from my sinful thoughts and impossible dreams. Seifer is much to young to fall for man as intimidating and old as I.
Seifer held as breathe as he starred at the page before him. Sephiroth liked him? No, was passionately in love with him. Seifer thought for a moment longer then read the page again. It was like reading about a silly crush in the journal of a middle-school girl. But Sephiroth was a grown man. And Seifer was actually felling a bit flattered.
The shower turned off and startled the scarred blonde back into reality. He slammed the book shut and threw it neatly into the drawer. Slipping silently out of his newfound admirer's room, Seifer dashed to his own room just in time to escape the scope of a no-longer-sleepy Sephiroth. Clambering into his bed, Seifer found himself out of breath with adrenaline and surprisingly, slightly aroused.
Seifer thought about the highly personal passage he had just read. This meant a big change was about to occur. How would he break it to Sephiroth that the feeling was mutual? He knew he would never get back to sleep, so he got up and went to take a shower.
"What are you doing up so early?" Sephiroth asked from the dim-lit living room where he was writing in his journal. Seifer swallowed a lump in his throat. "Aren't you supposed to be hibernating?"
"I just felt like getting up early I guess." Seifer smiled, then ducked into the bathroom and away from Sephiroth's eyes.
Over the next six months, the paradise home became a boring eternity. Seifer spent most of his time watching television and whining. Sephiroth, on the other hand, was much more used to confinement, and spent his time writing in a journal that he kept from Seifer no matter how much he begged; and working out, something for which he constantly bothered Seifer for not doing as often as he should. This lack of energy, naturally, didn't effect Seifer's constant look of peak physical condition. This bothered Sephiroth to no end.
This particular morning, Seifer waited patiently for Sephiroth to get up and move into the bathroom for his morning shower. He felt a little ridiculous, what with the black clothing and the skullcap, but this was a top-secret mission.
Hiding behind a tall plant that Sephiroth had been taking care of like one of his own children, Seifer watched with anticipation. The older man walked groggily from his sleeping chambers, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He never looked into the dark hallway before he stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Seifer wondered to himself why Sephiroth insisted on getting up so early. He slipped into the hallway, slinking past the bathroom door. He opened the door to the silver-haired man's room slowly, and did a dramatic roll inside, landing on his butt. He stumbled to his feet and shut the door behind him. Breathing quickly, he listened as the shower turned on then began to rummage.
"A-ha." Seifer whispered triumphantly as he, a few minutes later, found the leather-bound journal in the top drawer of Sephiroth's dresser. He tentatively sat down on the bed and opened to a random page. It was time to find out exactly what the big secret was.
Although my plans have been temporally put on hold, I feel it is for the best. The young rogue is quite possibly the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon. Unfortunately, I think he is falling for the SeeD boy, Squall. However, spending time in Seifer's presence is, in itself, a wonderful thing. I have recently considered dropping all plans of escape to continue living in blissful, uninterrupted eternity with my desirable new cellmate. To feel his touch makes my heart stop and then start again at twice the pace. Nothing is more breathtaking than he. However, I feel that dwelling on his passion will only make the pain and heartbreak worse. Possibly, getting free of this paradise is the only way of finding peace from my sinful thoughts and impossible dreams. Seifer is much to young to fall for man as intimidating and old as I.
Seifer held as breathe as he starred at the page before him. Sephiroth liked him? No, was passionately in love with him. Seifer thought for a moment longer then read the page again. It was like reading about a silly crush in the journal of a middle-school girl. But Sephiroth was a grown man. And Seifer was actually felling a bit flattered.
The shower turned off and startled the scarred blonde back into reality. He slammed the book shut and threw it neatly into the drawer. Slipping silently out of his newfound admirer's room, Seifer dashed to his own room just in time to escape the scope of a no-longer-sleepy Sephiroth. Clambering into his bed, Seifer found himself out of breath with adrenaline and surprisingly, slightly aroused.
Seifer thought about the highly personal passage he had just read. This meant a big change was about to occur. How would he break it to Sephiroth that the feeling was mutual? He knew he would never get back to sleep, so he got up and went to take a shower.
"What are you doing up so early?" Sephiroth asked from the dim-lit living room where he was writing in his journal. Seifer swallowed a lump in his throat. "Aren't you supposed to be hibernating?"
"I just felt like getting up early I guess." Seifer smiled, then ducked into the bathroom and away from Sephiroth's eyes.
