Author's notes: Ok people, this is an AU fic, starring Seifer (Tisiro) and
Squall (Viroshi). This will be an NC-17 fic later, but for now, it just has
a bit of language. I know I have another story I'm writing, but little muse
decided to pop its head in, and had me write this!!! Please review!!! Ja
ne!!!
You again???
He was just standing at the street corner, looking around and trying to find something to do, when he saw him. He had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, not like he was a romantic or anything, but he was beautiful, and he could tell by the way he was looking around that he was lost. 'Maybe I should go and help him or something,' he thought to himself,' but why should I help him, he's just some person, and I don't help anyone else, so why should he be any different?' In the end, he walked up behind him, study him before he asked him if he was lost, and as he turned around, he saw that he was astounded by his looks, not that he wasn't use to that, but to have him, think he was hot made him feel good. He noticed he was staring, but he knew he was staring as well. He looked into his blue eyes, trying to figure out what it was he was feeling, trying to read his emotions, but he found he couldn't tell. He quickly cleared his throat, and watched him snap out of his reverie, and look down at the ground. Once he had confessed he was lost, he told him he'd help him find his way to his house. 'Boy was he lost,' he thought, mentally chuckling,' but why am I helping him anyways?' It doesn't make any sense, he was sent here to... he stopped his thoughts on the subject before they got out of hand. Once they arrived at his apartment, he knew he should say something. "Well, thanks for walking me home, by the way, my name's Viroshi Tuski, what's yours?" he asked. "My name is Tisiro Hiskami," he stated. "Well, thanks again for walking me home." he trailed off, as if he didn't know what to say. "Well, I guess I might see you later, bye then," Tisiro said, turning around and walking back toward his house. He heard him say 'Bye then' and shut the door, and he thought 'I'm never gonna see him again!'
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He sat down on his bed, trying to get Viroshi out of his thoughts, but something in his eyes made him want to know more about him. 'Why should you care?!' he thought to himself,' it's not like you're going to ever see him again!' Sighing, he switched on his alarm clock and fell back to the bed to quickly fall into a deep sleep.
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He awoke to the sounds of his alarm clock, which had been beeping for the past half hour. 'Well, I hope I have something clean to wear to school' he thought, digging through his clothes. He threw on his shoes, to complete his punk outfit. He was wearing his baggy pants, that didn't hang low enough to show his boxers, unlike almost everyone else at his school, and he was wearing his new black button up shirt. He quickly pulled his hair back into a ponytail, trying to make it look halfway decent, and grabbed his backpack, then ran through the door. When he got to his car, he revved up the engine, and peeled out of his parking space and headed to school.
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He went into Mr. Himosh's room and sat down in his seat, and glanced around the room. He saw Mr., Himosh sit down at his desk, then heard the bell ring, and the door swing open. He looked, and saw the boy he couldn't stop thinking about. He heard a lot of hushed whispers, all of which seemed to be talking about his looks. He growled low in his throat, but shut himself up when he realized that he had no reason to get all tense, he didn't even know the guy for Hell's sake! He watched him glance up meekly and say hello, and then realized that Mr. Himosh must have been talking. Then, he caught his stare and his eyes widened in surprise, and knew Viroshi was probably just as surprised as he was to see him again. He sat down next to him, trying to avoid his gaze, but then turned in his seat and looked him in the eyes. "Do you remember me?" "Of course I remember you, I just met you yesterday." "Oh, yeah, sorry." "Are you two done now!?" Mr. Himosh said, glaring at the two. "Y-yes sir, w-we're done now," stated Viroshi.
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You again???
He was just standing at the street corner, looking around and trying to find something to do, when he saw him. He had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, not like he was a romantic or anything, but he was beautiful, and he could tell by the way he was looking around that he was lost. 'Maybe I should go and help him or something,' he thought to himself,' but why should I help him, he's just some person, and I don't help anyone else, so why should he be any different?' In the end, he walked up behind him, study him before he asked him if he was lost, and as he turned around, he saw that he was astounded by his looks, not that he wasn't use to that, but to have him, think he was hot made him feel good. He noticed he was staring, but he knew he was staring as well. He looked into his blue eyes, trying to figure out what it was he was feeling, trying to read his emotions, but he found he couldn't tell. He quickly cleared his throat, and watched him snap out of his reverie, and look down at the ground. Once he had confessed he was lost, he told him he'd help him find his way to his house. 'Boy was he lost,' he thought, mentally chuckling,' but why am I helping him anyways?' It doesn't make any sense, he was sent here to... he stopped his thoughts on the subject before they got out of hand. Once they arrived at his apartment, he knew he should say something. "Well, thanks for walking me home, by the way, my name's Viroshi Tuski, what's yours?" he asked. "My name is Tisiro Hiskami," he stated. "Well, thanks again for walking me home." he trailed off, as if he didn't know what to say. "Well, I guess I might see you later, bye then," Tisiro said, turning around and walking back toward his house. He heard him say 'Bye then' and shut the door, and he thought 'I'm never gonna see him again!'
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He sat down on his bed, trying to get Viroshi out of his thoughts, but something in his eyes made him want to know more about him. 'Why should you care?!' he thought to himself,' it's not like you're going to ever see him again!' Sighing, he switched on his alarm clock and fell back to the bed to quickly fall into a deep sleep.
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He awoke to the sounds of his alarm clock, which had been beeping for the past half hour. 'Well, I hope I have something clean to wear to school' he thought, digging through his clothes. He threw on his shoes, to complete his punk outfit. He was wearing his baggy pants, that didn't hang low enough to show his boxers, unlike almost everyone else at his school, and he was wearing his new black button up shirt. He quickly pulled his hair back into a ponytail, trying to make it look halfway decent, and grabbed his backpack, then ran through the door. When he got to his car, he revved up the engine, and peeled out of his parking space and headed to school.
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He went into Mr. Himosh's room and sat down in his seat, and glanced around the room. He saw Mr., Himosh sit down at his desk, then heard the bell ring, and the door swing open. He looked, and saw the boy he couldn't stop thinking about. He heard a lot of hushed whispers, all of which seemed to be talking about his looks. He growled low in his throat, but shut himself up when he realized that he had no reason to get all tense, he didn't even know the guy for Hell's sake! He watched him glance up meekly and say hello, and then realized that Mr. Himosh must have been talking. Then, he caught his stare and his eyes widened in surprise, and knew Viroshi was probably just as surprised as he was to see him again. He sat down next to him, trying to avoid his gaze, but then turned in his seat and looked him in the eyes. "Do you remember me?" "Of course I remember you, I just met you yesterday." "Oh, yeah, sorry." "Are you two done now!?" Mr. Himosh said, glaring at the two. "Y-yes sir, w-we're done now," stated Viroshi.
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