Chapter 2 - A new side to someone.
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Seifer looked up from the book he was flicking through to find Squall sitting behind the bench still, but his head was resting on the desk and he seemed to be asleep. Seifer fished the pocket camera out of his trench coat and moved so he had a shot of Squall's face, resting on his arm with his eyes closed. Seifer turned the flash off and snapped the image, a smirk pulling his lips back.
"Cute baby." Seifer whispered the words as he slipped the camera back into his pocket and stroked a strand of hair back off Squall's face.
"Umm ..." Squall woke to the sensation and flinched at how close Seifer was.
"How long?" Squall spoke in a sleep leaden voice as he licked his lips, dampening them enough to speak.
"Not long. You looked cute like that. Vulnerable." Squall raised an eyebrow and then looked away.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"Yes I do. You're cute, damn handsome in fact. Look, if you like girls ... I'll back off, but I get the feeling otherwise." Seifer stared into Squall's eyes, waiting for the answer, waiting for something to give Squall away.
"Are you always this straight forward?" Squall spoke softly, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. Seifer smirked and shook his head.
"You want lunch?" Seifer spoke as Squall lowered his arms and straightened his shirt.
"Yeah, I guess."
"I'll get you something, what do you want?" Seifer was reaching to scoop his gunblade up from where he had set it down on the bench. Squall put a hand on it, stopping Seifer from lifting it.
"Leave it here. It won't go anywhere."
"I go no where without it." Seifer reached out, lifting Squall's hand from the blade and Squall met his eyes.
"Trust me, nothing can happen." Just as he spoke a scream curdled the air and Seifer snatched his gunblade free, taking a one handed grip as he ran for the door, hearing Squall's footsteps behind him. They reached the scene to see a mother screaming as a monster advanced on her twins sitting near the edge of the docks.
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Squall was about to pelt down when Seifer's hand in his chest stopped him.
"My forte, trust me in this." Squall looked down at Seifer's hand and nodded, giving him a push towards the monster. Squall expected the monster to turn, but Seifer's steps were everything but noisy. He moved so gracefully, stepping without making a sound as he raised his gunblade and leapt into the air, slicing down into the neck of the monster. The two children fled, running to Squall as he crouched and drew them safely to their mother as the monster turned on Seifer. Squall suddenly felt the pit of his stomach drop away as it bit into Seifer. Squall was about to leap in to defend Seifer when Seifer's bloodied hand raised, gunblade steady and hacked its head off. He dropped to the ground, the mouth opening as it lost its life. Seifer fell to his knees and coughed blood for a moment. Squall crouched beside him, putting an arm around his waist to draw him up.
"Wait." Seifer's voice was soft as he fumbled in his pocket, drawing out a cure. Squall lifted it, dropping it over him and watching the wound heal closed.
"Hyne! You scared me." Squall spoke as he helped Seifer to his feet. Seifer laughed and pushed his arm away, wiping the blood on his hand onto his trench coat.
"Damn, there goes the coat." Seifer slid the coat from his shoulders, pulling the camera from the pocket before the coat hit the ground. His vest was ripped as well and he drew a deep sigh, opening the vest to drop it to the ground. He stood there, bare chested as he scooped up his ruined coat and vest.
"I'll lend you a shirt."
"I doubt it would fit me." Squall cast a glance over Seifer's large chest and frowned.
"I think I have some thing." Squall caught Seifer's wrist leading him to his flat. Seifer stood in the main room as Squall returned with a navy blue shirt in his hands.
"This fit?" Seifer took it, sliding it up his arms. He left it unbuttoned and hanging around him as he turned the collar down and rolled the sleeves up, exposing the thick of his forearm.
"How's it look?" Seifer never wore shirts as a rule and didn't feel comfortable in it.
"Fine, now, that lunch?"
"Your shop?"
"It'll be fine. Hardly anyone ever comes around this time of year." Squall smiled and pushed Seifer out the door, closing it behind both of them.
AN: I'm back! Mwhahahahahahahahahahaha .... ok, sane now. Do I get any reviews from the wonderful reading public?
Seifer looked up from the book he was flicking through to find Squall sitting behind the bench still, but his head was resting on the desk and he seemed to be asleep. Seifer fished the pocket camera out of his trench coat and moved so he had a shot of Squall's face, resting on his arm with his eyes closed. Seifer turned the flash off and snapped the image, a smirk pulling his lips back.
"Cute baby." Seifer whispered the words as he slipped the camera back into his pocket and stroked a strand of hair back off Squall's face.
"Umm ..." Squall woke to the sensation and flinched at how close Seifer was.
"How long?" Squall spoke in a sleep leaden voice as he licked his lips, dampening them enough to speak.
"Not long. You looked cute like that. Vulnerable." Squall raised an eyebrow and then looked away.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"Yes I do. You're cute, damn handsome in fact. Look, if you like girls ... I'll back off, but I get the feeling otherwise." Seifer stared into Squall's eyes, waiting for the answer, waiting for something to give Squall away.
"Are you always this straight forward?" Squall spoke softly, standing up and stretching his arms over his head. Seifer smirked and shook his head.
"You want lunch?" Seifer spoke as Squall lowered his arms and straightened his shirt.
"Yeah, I guess."
"I'll get you something, what do you want?" Seifer was reaching to scoop his gunblade up from where he had set it down on the bench. Squall put a hand on it, stopping Seifer from lifting it.
"Leave it here. It won't go anywhere."
"I go no where without it." Seifer reached out, lifting Squall's hand from the blade and Squall met his eyes.
"Trust me, nothing can happen." Just as he spoke a scream curdled the air and Seifer snatched his gunblade free, taking a one handed grip as he ran for the door, hearing Squall's footsteps behind him. They reached the scene to see a mother screaming as a monster advanced on her twins sitting near the edge of the docks.
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Squall was about to pelt down when Seifer's hand in his chest stopped him.
"My forte, trust me in this." Squall looked down at Seifer's hand and nodded, giving him a push towards the monster. Squall expected the monster to turn, but Seifer's steps were everything but noisy. He moved so gracefully, stepping without making a sound as he raised his gunblade and leapt into the air, slicing down into the neck of the monster. The two children fled, running to Squall as he crouched and drew them safely to their mother as the monster turned on Seifer. Squall suddenly felt the pit of his stomach drop away as it bit into Seifer. Squall was about to leap in to defend Seifer when Seifer's bloodied hand raised, gunblade steady and hacked its head off. He dropped to the ground, the mouth opening as it lost its life. Seifer fell to his knees and coughed blood for a moment. Squall crouched beside him, putting an arm around his waist to draw him up.
"Wait." Seifer's voice was soft as he fumbled in his pocket, drawing out a cure. Squall lifted it, dropping it over him and watching the wound heal closed.
"Hyne! You scared me." Squall spoke as he helped Seifer to his feet. Seifer laughed and pushed his arm away, wiping the blood on his hand onto his trench coat.
"Damn, there goes the coat." Seifer slid the coat from his shoulders, pulling the camera from the pocket before the coat hit the ground. His vest was ripped as well and he drew a deep sigh, opening the vest to drop it to the ground. He stood there, bare chested as he scooped up his ruined coat and vest.
"I'll lend you a shirt."
"I doubt it would fit me." Squall cast a glance over Seifer's large chest and frowned.
"I think I have some thing." Squall caught Seifer's wrist leading him to his flat. Seifer stood in the main room as Squall returned with a navy blue shirt in his hands.
"This fit?" Seifer took it, sliding it up his arms. He left it unbuttoned and hanging around him as he turned the collar down and rolled the sleeves up, exposing the thick of his forearm.
"How's it look?" Seifer never wore shirts as a rule and didn't feel comfortable in it.
"Fine, now, that lunch?"
"Your shop?"
"It'll be fine. Hardly anyone ever comes around this time of year." Squall smiled and pushed Seifer out the door, closing it behind both of them.
AN: I'm back! Mwhahahahahahahahahahaha .... ok, sane now. Do I get any reviews from the wonderful reading public?