Title: Somewhere Out There
Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of a disclaimer. Isn't mine :)
warnings: male x male
~ ~ ~
Before you know it, the city's overflowing with the December hustle and bustle
While waving your small hand, you call out the name of your precious person
Enveloped in lovers' kindness, winter visits this city just a little bit early
You're my precious, so forever, always, smile
You're my beloved, so I will always hold only you...
~ ~ ~
Seifer Almasy stared at the beautiful painting of the merman that Squall had given him lastnight. The second that he'd returned from the gallery, he'd mounted Angelus Errare above the mantle of his fireplace in his humble flat located in Shinjuku. As a model by day and prostitute by night, he was paid modestly well for his services and could afford a nice flat in one of the most booming districts. The thought of his work made him think about Rinoa, the preppy and snobbish girl that he had been with the night before. Her father had asked him to keep a close eye on her but Seifer would have rather been studying then with Rinoa. She wasn't all that bad but she clung to him and made him feel like he was suffocating.
Seifer closed his eyes, letting himself float on his own cloud of happiness. Squall kept flashing in his mind no matter how much he tried to prevent it. Seifer preferred both genders; recognizing beauty in men and women. Besides, in his business it was mandatory that he ignore the age-old homophobic feelings. Men came to him more then women. Squall was Seifer's dream partner. He was lovely in appearance and Seifer was already physically attracted. He liked what he'd seen of Squall's personality. Quiet, shy, a bit defensive and intelligent. He would do anything to see Squall again. If not for more then a proper way of showing his gratitude.
Seifer flinched when his mobile rang. There went his minute of peace. Adel, his employer. She organized all of his customers and he had no say in who he had sex with or when. He was expected to follow Adel's command and ask no questions. He could have gotten out but he needed the money. He was already too deep in the game of prostitution to quit. "Yes?"
"We have a new customer. He wants to go incognito so we must respect his wishes. He's paid top dollar for a whore for Saturday night. He specifically asked for a male, someone with the best talents and you are our best Seifer. Do not have sexual contact with anyone. I'll call you Friday with the details of the arrangement."
His hand tightened on the cellular phone, brows furrowing and eyes turning a darker shade of peridot. He wasn't proud that he was the most talented hooker that Adel had to offer. He'd raised himself on the streets and a boy learns quickly that there are plenty of perverts that will play money for release. His anger deserted him. There wasn't a point in fighting anymore. What would he fight for? To be free of the chance of recieving veneral diseases? He kept himself clean, did not do drugs, took precautions when having sex and went in for regular doctor visits. He sighed, putting his trenchcoat on and sliding his hands in his gloves. It wasn't like he had anyone that shared his bed for more then sex. He'd been single for a couple years even though he was admired in the modeling industry.
The oppresive clouds did nothing to lighten Seifer's mood. The fact that it was Wednesday didn't help either. He greeted his neighbor in the flat below his, remarking on the weather. Seifer liked snow. The thought brought up a profile of Squall. Seifer fancied Squall as a Snow Fae. Squall groaned, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. He wanted to purge Squall from his mind so he wouldn't have the torment.
He crossed the street to Ohmotiya. There wouldn't be any customers, most already at work or sleeping in. Every once in a while a student would go to Ohmotiya but it was a rare occurence. Seifer had been going to Ohmotiya since he was a small boy. The owner, Cid and his wife Matron, had taken a shine to Seifer and fed the boy when he came around but Seifer had been full of pride even then and only sought out their help when he was on the verge of starvation.
Seifer settled in his favourite spot, feeling tranquil in the restraunt. No noise except for serene music and occasional banging of metal in the kitchen. One of the women set his usual on the table, smiling as he ate the Egg Foo Yung with relish. It was gone nearly as fast it had appeared. Seifer blinked, hearing the doors to Ohmotiya opening. His natural curiousity beckoned him to see who else was insane enough to be eating breakfast at Ohmotiya at such an ungodly hour.
Seifer's eyes widened and mouth opened in shock.
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Squall carefully put his portfolio in his briefcase, preparing for a meeting with Isaka Kenichi-the art dealer from the night before. He specifically chose ten that were good but weren't the ones he prized and cherished with his heart and soul. Most of his paintings were reflections of his inner being, inner torment, inner feelings, et cetera.
He wasn't nervous, to his surprise. Squall sighed, putting the bomber jacket on and going outside. He couldn't stop the grin. The meterologists were predicting that the snow would fall within the next fourteen to twenty- four hours. He made a mental note to go buy the mall and buy some appropriate snow boots. Squall breathed in the fresh air, pausing at the crosswalk. His stomach rumbled angrily, wanting some type of nourishment.
Glancing at the neon signs, his stormy gaze landed on a quaint, empty restraunt. He'd passed Ohmotiya several times on his way home from Uni but it had always been extremely full and hadn't appealed to Squall. Squall hated crowds. He went inside, glancing around the interior, finding that he enjoyed the simplicity of it. The marginal widening of his eyes was the only sign that he was astonished to see the man who had purchased Angelus Errare the night before.
He wasn't expecting the way that his heart started to pound, the rapid beat of his pulse, the formation of beads of sweat, the shallowness of his breath, the way his knees became weak. It was too much. He wasn't used to having so many emotions at once. Hope, fear, surprise, lust, joy. All combined in a spastic dance inside. Squall hastily pivoted and left Ohmotiya, wanting to escape.
Seifer could only gape as the man that haunted his every waking minute deserted Ohmotiya and all chances of them getting to know each other. Seifer hopped to his feet, forgetting his stupor once the thought of never seeing Squall again repeated itself over in his mind. This was serendipity. It had to be. Luck just didnt happen to him.
"Wait!" Seifer called, running from Ohmotiya and nearly colliding with a woman heading towards the Sony building. "Squall! Stop!" Seifer caught up with the brunette, hand holding him still by his shoulder. Seifer felt Squall go rigid from tension.
Squall looked at Seifer, meeting the piercing emerald gaze. "What is it?"
"I want to talk to you." Seifer released him. "Why'd you run, Squall?"
"Oh." Seifer kept his disappointment from showing. "Alright. Um, I won't keep you then."
Squall didn't try to get out of the lie but he wanted to speak to Seifer when he had time to get his feelings under control. "Unless your busy for dinner we could meet up at Kasai's and...talk."
Seifer nodded. "Sounds great. What time?"
"Five."
"I'll be there." Squall nodded, getting ready to leave when Seifer's hand on his harm stopped him. "Thanks Squall." Smiling his quiet smile, Squall left and tried to think about something other then Seifer and their date later on. Seifer beamed, spirits lifted. He had a date with an angel.
~ ~ ~
While looking at a show-window, two people pass by, arms around each other
While waiting for you, thoughts ride off on white breaths
As powdered snow dances down from the towering sky, our distance softly closes
In the silent night, I whispered into your ears, once again I softly murmured those words
You're my precious, so forever, always, smile
You're my beloved, so I will always hold only you...
~ ~ ~
-Twelve Gatsu Love Song by Gackt
Short, I know. ;-; Forgive me and leave me a review telling me to make longer chapters. XD
thanks to: Gia (your first FF8?! O.o wow. ^^) Redrum (the mistakes from errors in uploading because I swear, when I go to reread the story, the words/spelling etc are all there but after its uploaded some words get cut out. I'm glad you like this though. I'm trying not to make them ooc. I'm a description-whore. lol) hopemia, Kousei (trying to update fast XD) Sarrow, Rinoa36 (aye, Rinoa's evil in my mind because she stole Squall from Seifer. :P but I can make her into just a shallow person) Starlit hope (*pets her dragon* thank you ^_^) faery-of-fiction (I'm not sure how Seifer being a prostitute will affect reviews. O.o) Marauder Number 5 (tee hee, if I paid for MSN I would whisper you but since msn is making people pay for chatting, ack ack ack. . Thanks for the review!) Sharem (whee, i love description!) neko, the fourth, Camui-kurosaki (Camui as in GACKT CAMUI?! I LOVE HIM! XD)
Review again. :)
Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of a disclaimer. Isn't mine :)
warnings: male x male
~ ~ ~
Before you know it, the city's overflowing with the December hustle and bustle
While waving your small hand, you call out the name of your precious person
Enveloped in lovers' kindness, winter visits this city just a little bit early
You're my precious, so forever, always, smile
You're my beloved, so I will always hold only you...
~ ~ ~
Seifer Almasy stared at the beautiful painting of the merman that Squall had given him lastnight. The second that he'd returned from the gallery, he'd mounted Angelus Errare above the mantle of his fireplace in his humble flat located in Shinjuku. As a model by day and prostitute by night, he was paid modestly well for his services and could afford a nice flat in one of the most booming districts. The thought of his work made him think about Rinoa, the preppy and snobbish girl that he had been with the night before. Her father had asked him to keep a close eye on her but Seifer would have rather been studying then with Rinoa. She wasn't all that bad but she clung to him and made him feel like he was suffocating.
Seifer closed his eyes, letting himself float on his own cloud of happiness. Squall kept flashing in his mind no matter how much he tried to prevent it. Seifer preferred both genders; recognizing beauty in men and women. Besides, in his business it was mandatory that he ignore the age-old homophobic feelings. Men came to him more then women. Squall was Seifer's dream partner. He was lovely in appearance and Seifer was already physically attracted. He liked what he'd seen of Squall's personality. Quiet, shy, a bit defensive and intelligent. He would do anything to see Squall again. If not for more then a proper way of showing his gratitude.
Seifer flinched when his mobile rang. There went his minute of peace. Adel, his employer. She organized all of his customers and he had no say in who he had sex with or when. He was expected to follow Adel's command and ask no questions. He could have gotten out but he needed the money. He was already too deep in the game of prostitution to quit. "Yes?"
"We have a new customer. He wants to go incognito so we must respect his wishes. He's paid top dollar for a whore for Saturday night. He specifically asked for a male, someone with the best talents and you are our best Seifer. Do not have sexual contact with anyone. I'll call you Friday with the details of the arrangement."
His hand tightened on the cellular phone, brows furrowing and eyes turning a darker shade of peridot. He wasn't proud that he was the most talented hooker that Adel had to offer. He'd raised himself on the streets and a boy learns quickly that there are plenty of perverts that will play money for release. His anger deserted him. There wasn't a point in fighting anymore. What would he fight for? To be free of the chance of recieving veneral diseases? He kept himself clean, did not do drugs, took precautions when having sex and went in for regular doctor visits. He sighed, putting his trenchcoat on and sliding his hands in his gloves. It wasn't like he had anyone that shared his bed for more then sex. He'd been single for a couple years even though he was admired in the modeling industry.
The oppresive clouds did nothing to lighten Seifer's mood. The fact that it was Wednesday didn't help either. He greeted his neighbor in the flat below his, remarking on the weather. Seifer liked snow. The thought brought up a profile of Squall. Seifer fancied Squall as a Snow Fae. Squall groaned, shoving his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. He wanted to purge Squall from his mind so he wouldn't have the torment.
He crossed the street to Ohmotiya. There wouldn't be any customers, most already at work or sleeping in. Every once in a while a student would go to Ohmotiya but it was a rare occurence. Seifer had been going to Ohmotiya since he was a small boy. The owner, Cid and his wife Matron, had taken a shine to Seifer and fed the boy when he came around but Seifer had been full of pride even then and only sought out their help when he was on the verge of starvation.
Seifer settled in his favourite spot, feeling tranquil in the restraunt. No noise except for serene music and occasional banging of metal in the kitchen. One of the women set his usual on the table, smiling as he ate the Egg Foo Yung with relish. It was gone nearly as fast it had appeared. Seifer blinked, hearing the doors to Ohmotiya opening. His natural curiousity beckoned him to see who else was insane enough to be eating breakfast at Ohmotiya at such an ungodly hour.
Seifer's eyes widened and mouth opened in shock.
~ ~ ~
Squall carefully put his portfolio in his briefcase, preparing for a meeting with Isaka Kenichi-the art dealer from the night before. He specifically chose ten that were good but weren't the ones he prized and cherished with his heart and soul. Most of his paintings were reflections of his inner being, inner torment, inner feelings, et cetera.
He wasn't nervous, to his surprise. Squall sighed, putting the bomber jacket on and going outside. He couldn't stop the grin. The meterologists were predicting that the snow would fall within the next fourteen to twenty- four hours. He made a mental note to go buy the mall and buy some appropriate snow boots. Squall breathed in the fresh air, pausing at the crosswalk. His stomach rumbled angrily, wanting some type of nourishment.
Glancing at the neon signs, his stormy gaze landed on a quaint, empty restraunt. He'd passed Ohmotiya several times on his way home from Uni but it had always been extremely full and hadn't appealed to Squall. Squall hated crowds. He went inside, glancing around the interior, finding that he enjoyed the simplicity of it. The marginal widening of his eyes was the only sign that he was astonished to see the man who had purchased Angelus Errare the night before.
He wasn't expecting the way that his heart started to pound, the rapid beat of his pulse, the formation of beads of sweat, the shallowness of his breath, the way his knees became weak. It was too much. He wasn't used to having so many emotions at once. Hope, fear, surprise, lust, joy. All combined in a spastic dance inside. Squall hastily pivoted and left Ohmotiya, wanting to escape.
Seifer could only gape as the man that haunted his every waking minute deserted Ohmotiya and all chances of them getting to know each other. Seifer hopped to his feet, forgetting his stupor once the thought of never seeing Squall again repeated itself over in his mind. This was serendipity. It had to be. Luck just didnt happen to him.
"Wait!" Seifer called, running from Ohmotiya and nearly colliding with a woman heading towards the Sony building. "Squall! Stop!" Seifer caught up with the brunette, hand holding him still by his shoulder. Seifer felt Squall go rigid from tension.
Squall looked at Seifer, meeting the piercing emerald gaze. "What is it?"
"I want to talk to you." Seifer released him. "Why'd you run, Squall?"
"Oh." Seifer kept his disappointment from showing. "Alright. Um, I won't keep you then."
Squall didn't try to get out of the lie but he wanted to speak to Seifer when he had time to get his feelings under control. "Unless your busy for dinner we could meet up at Kasai's and...talk."
Seifer nodded. "Sounds great. What time?"
"Five."
"I'll be there." Squall nodded, getting ready to leave when Seifer's hand on his harm stopped him. "Thanks Squall." Smiling his quiet smile, Squall left and tried to think about something other then Seifer and their date later on. Seifer beamed, spirits lifted. He had a date with an angel.
~ ~ ~
While looking at a show-window, two people pass by, arms around each other
While waiting for you, thoughts ride off on white breaths
As powdered snow dances down from the towering sky, our distance softly closes
In the silent night, I whispered into your ears, once again I softly murmured those words
You're my precious, so forever, always, smile
You're my beloved, so I will always hold only you...
~ ~ ~
-Twelve Gatsu Love Song by Gackt
Short, I know. ;-; Forgive me and leave me a review telling me to make longer chapters. XD
thanks to: Gia (your first FF8?! O.o wow. ^^) Redrum (the mistakes from errors in uploading because I swear, when I go to reread the story, the words/spelling etc are all there but after its uploaded some words get cut out. I'm glad you like this though. I'm trying not to make them ooc. I'm a description-whore. lol) hopemia, Kousei (trying to update fast XD) Sarrow, Rinoa36 (aye, Rinoa's evil in my mind because she stole Squall from Seifer. :P but I can make her into just a shallow person) Starlit hope (*pets her dragon* thank you ^_^) faery-of-fiction (I'm not sure how Seifer being a prostitute will affect reviews. O.o) Marauder Number 5 (tee hee, if I paid for MSN I would whisper you but since msn is making people pay for chatting, ack ack ack. . Thanks for the review!) Sharem (whee, i love description!) neko, the fourth, Camui-kurosaki (Camui as in GACKT CAMUI?! I LOVE HIM! XD)
Review again. :)