A Holiday In Trabia

Chapter Six

Disclaimers:  They don't belong to me, if only they did.

Warnings:  Yaoi/Yuri, OOCness, Language

Squall enjoyed the cold breeze on his features as he and his friends exited the hostel with skis that they'd just hired.

"Why the fuck did I let you talk us into this Selphie?" Seifer asked the small brunette scowling.

"Aww come on Seifer, everyone should learn to ski, and it'd be a good skill for a SeeD to know, who knows when we'll have an assignment in Trabia?" Selphie informed him good naturedly, Seifer grumbled again, mumbling something about hyper brunettes and their psychotic tendencies.

"Did you say something?" Selphie asked innocently, her green eyes twinkling amused.

"Hey chin up Seifer, it's not that bad." Zell smiled, but then Zell had picked it up almost immediately and had expressed an interest in learning to snowboard.

"Not for you perhaps," Seifer grumbled, falling on his arse, yet again.  Not even Squall could hold back laughs as he watched Seifer tumble.  Seifer just glared and was determined to ignore Squall while he skied, now if only it were that easy.  You see Squall didn't just ski, he flew or something very similar and he made it look graceful and easy.

"Maybe you should start with an easy mountain?" Quistis asked between giggles, Seifer was the only one that had trouble skiing.

"No way, I can do any mountain that you guys can do." Seifer informed them stubbornly, forever the competitor.  Quistis giggled and shook her head heading off towards a moderate mountain, everyone else following her.

Once they got to the top Squall uncharacteristically winked at Seifer, "Don't fall." He informed the tall blond before starting down the hill.  Seifer grumbled something about making Leonhart pay, but then found himself distracted, they had a perfect glimpse of Squall's leather clad backside as he disappeared down the hill.

"Enjoy the view?" Quistis asked leaning up into his ear.

"Yessss." He almost hissed, completely transfixed.

"Well Almasy, wipe your mouth, you're drooling." She giggled handing the tall boy a handkerchief, "I promise it's clean.

"Thanks Quisty," Seifer told her rolling his eyes.

"You're turn Seifer," she told him pleasantly, he turned panic stricken green eyes onto her before taking in a deep breath and starting down the hill.  Only to trip over the ski and roll half way down.

"Seifer," Quistis called worried as she started down the hill towards her fallen friend.

"Hey Quisty," Seifer greeted her smiling a funny smile, before passing out; he'd hit his head on something.

"Oh damn," Quistis murmured before calling for Zell and Irvine.

The next time Seifer woke up he was lying in a hospital bed with a giggling Squall watching over him.

"I'm so glad that I amuse." Seifer sneered half-heartedly; he tried to sit up then laid back down when the room started to go around in a circle, "hell what did they give me?"

"Lay down Seifer," Squall got out between guffaws, "the doctor's have doped you to the gills, you're left leg's broken."

"How did I break my leg?" he asked, then the memories returned and he started to groan, he shouldn't have asked, "okay, when can I get out of this hospital?"

"You should be able to leave in the next day or two." Squall informed him.

"Where's everyone else?"

"Oh they're back at the hostel, they decided they had better things to do than listen to you bitch all day." Squall smirked amused.

"So why are you here and not with them?" Seifer asked with a raised brow.  Squall blushed, "Well someone had to make sure you were going to be alright." He mumbled.  The real reason was he'd been worried about the blond so he'd insisted on staying behind.  Seifer sighed mockingly.

"It's so good to know you care Squally." He smirked.

"Ah fuck you Seifer." The brunette flipped him off, and then went back to reading his magazine. 

Seifer quickly grew bored, there was no television and Squall was hogging the magazine.

"What's that you're reading Squally?" Seifer whined.

"Weapons monthly Seify." Squall explained rolling his eyes.  "I was looking at the gunblade's, not that I'd ever change Lionheart."

"Why wouldn't you ever change?" Seifer found himself asking curiously.  He knew why he'd never change Hyperion, he and his gunblade had quite the history.

"Same reason you'd never change Hyperion Seifer.  I'm attached." Squall smirked, and then went back to his magazine.  Seifer shrugged, he supposed that was fair enough.

"I'm bored," he whined, "I thought hospital's had televisions these days?"

Squall chuckled, "You're kidding right, there's only enough electricity out here for lights and the hospital equipment.  A television would just be a waist."

The rest of the SeeDs were sitting in reception in front of the fire back at the hostel.

"Maybe we should go visit?  I mean I feel bad that Squall's the only one around to listen to Seifer's bitching." Selphie bit her lip, she really did feel bad.  Seifer was the worst patient on the planet.

"We can go visit him if you want Selphie." Quistis offered she kind of felt bad about leaving Squall alone with Seifer too.

"Yeah let's go to the hospital.  There was this one nurse there this afternoon.  She should probably still be there." Irvine got up; trust the cowboy to think with his dick instead of his heart or his head.  The rest of the group laughed and shook their heads.

"I'm sure Seifer would appreciate that Kinneas.  The only reason you go visit the poor guy is because his nurse is attractive." Quistis chuckled, but they all agreed to visit Seifer.  They all felt bad to a certain degree about leaving Squall to the blond's mood swings.

Squall had finally had enough of Seifer's whining, so had hopped up onto the bed beside the blond, both of them under the covers to keep each other warm, the heating wasn't bad at the hospital, but both were used to much warmer weather.  The two of them were like this, perusing the magazine when the rest of the group noisily came into the room, ignoring the signs throughout the hospital to be quiet.

"Well, don't you two look cozy?" Quistis grinned suggestively; placing a vase of flowers the group had bought for Seifer on the bedside table.  Seifer glared.

"Do you know how fucking cold it is at the moment?" the blond asked, feigning a shiver to demonstrate.  Squall just rolled his eyes and went back to their magazine.  Selphie plucked the magazine, from Squall's hands and threw it on the other side of the room.

"Hey you have visitors, it's rude to read while you're friends are visiting." She teased.  Squall flipped her off then looked around.

"Where's Rinoa?" he asked, noticing that the dark haired girl was nowhere to be found.

"Oh we left her flirting with one of the ski instructors at the hostel." Irvine teased.  Squall just shrugged rolling his eyes.

"Maybe she'll leave me alone then." He murmured smirking.  Irvine looked confused but quickly shrugged it off.

"So where's that cute nurse of yours Almasy?" Irvine asked instead looking around the room.  Seifer smirked.

"You missed her by about half an hour cowboy." He grinned in amusement.

"Damn," Irvine swore, "well maybe she'll be around the next time I come to visit."

"So does anyone know when I'll be leaving this dump?" Seifer asked his friends, receiving shrugs from all quarters, "Christ, you mean I'm stuck here indefinitely."

Squall smirked, "Aww don't worry Seify, you'll be out before you know it."

"Will you please not call me that Squally?"

Squall shrugged, "If you stop calling me by that infernal nickname.  What the hell possessed Rinoa to start calling me that?"

Seifer smirked, "She probably read somewhere that all couple's have pet names for their significant others."

"We're not really a couple Seifer, she just assumed we were." Squall shuddered.