A Hundred Years
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony bard.
WARNING!!! This is a yaoi fic. That means boys loving boys in the physical way. Get over it or don't read it. Oh yeah, it also had some shitty language. Yeah, I know, fuck it.
Dedication.
This fic goes out o Kristina Elaine Sarow. Born May 1, 1985 Died September 29 2003. I love you Kristi.
Ch1 12
Another fight. Another black eye. I don't know why we do this to each other. I know we care about each other, I know we do!!
"Leonheart! Are you paying attention? How many times do I have to tell you?" My professor glared down at me and walked away, continuing with her lecture. Being the youngest in the class wasn't the best thing when you were 12 and everyone lese was 13. Especially when one of the biggest kids in the class was a person like Seifer Almasy. He had it in for me bad. And I have no idea why. And being 12,alltheier beatings and name-callings make me cry. Sometimes I even hate myself. Class ended, and everyone, that is everyone except me, raced to their dorms to change and do whatever it is that the rest of the world does while I train and study. I don't have time for games. I'm set determined to beat them all, especially Seifer. I hate that rat bastard.
I walked slowly to my room, not wanting to see my roommate Zell yet. He was in the same situation I was. Younger than everyone else, and smaller to boot. So he was an easy target for Seifer and his friends as well. I knew he'd had a fight with him earlier and Zell would want to be alone for awhile. He was studying to be a martial artist and I didn't like it when he got really upset and started putting parts of his body through the walls. Seifer's just lucky that Zell does take his frustration out on inanimate objects and not the object of his frustration or he'd be a bloody smear on the floor. I think I'd like to see that someday. Seifer and I used to actually be best friends. He grew up at the same orphanage as Zell and me. But after Sis left, so did everyone else. I was the last one to go I left six months ago for Garden, and when I wrote Zell to tell him, and he came too. And that's where I met Seifer again. But it was like he didn't even remember me at all!! And All we've done since then is fight.
"Hey Leonheart! Gong somewhere?" I groaned and kept walking. Hoping like hell he went away, but he never does. He caught up with me and put an arm around my shoulders. "Leonheart! How are you today my skinny little Queer?" I ignored him, the insult hurt, and I could feel my tears start to well up in my eyes. Damnnit!! I am twelve years old!! I shouldn't be crying like a four-year- old. Why is it that he's the only person who can do this to me? I stopped caring after Sis left. But Seifer always manages to make me feel something besides the empty. I don't want to feel.
"Talking to yourself in your head again Queer? I thought I told you that was bad for you." "Fuck you Seifer."
I have to redo my chapters because I have the wrong title on all of them so My authors notes are going to be screwed up. I love you ... please review?
Disclaimers: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony bard.
WARNING!!! This is a yaoi fic. That means boys loving boys in the physical way. Get over it or don't read it. Oh yeah, it also had some shitty language. Yeah, I know, fuck it.
Dedication.
This fic goes out o Kristina Elaine Sarow. Born May 1, 1985 Died September 29 2003. I love you Kristi.
Ch1 12
Another fight. Another black eye. I don't know why we do this to each other. I know we care about each other, I know we do!!
"Leonheart! Are you paying attention? How many times do I have to tell you?" My professor glared down at me and walked away, continuing with her lecture. Being the youngest in the class wasn't the best thing when you were 12 and everyone lese was 13. Especially when one of the biggest kids in the class was a person like Seifer Almasy. He had it in for me bad. And I have no idea why. And being 12,alltheier beatings and name-callings make me cry. Sometimes I even hate myself. Class ended, and everyone, that is everyone except me, raced to their dorms to change and do whatever it is that the rest of the world does while I train and study. I don't have time for games. I'm set determined to beat them all, especially Seifer. I hate that rat bastard.
I walked slowly to my room, not wanting to see my roommate Zell yet. He was in the same situation I was. Younger than everyone else, and smaller to boot. So he was an easy target for Seifer and his friends as well. I knew he'd had a fight with him earlier and Zell would want to be alone for awhile. He was studying to be a martial artist and I didn't like it when he got really upset and started putting parts of his body through the walls. Seifer's just lucky that Zell does take his frustration out on inanimate objects and not the object of his frustration or he'd be a bloody smear on the floor. I think I'd like to see that someday. Seifer and I used to actually be best friends. He grew up at the same orphanage as Zell and me. But after Sis left, so did everyone else. I was the last one to go I left six months ago for Garden, and when I wrote Zell to tell him, and he came too. And that's where I met Seifer again. But it was like he didn't even remember me at all!! And All we've done since then is fight.
"Hey Leonheart! Gong somewhere?" I groaned and kept walking. Hoping like hell he went away, but he never does. He caught up with me and put an arm around my shoulders. "Leonheart! How are you today my skinny little Queer?" I ignored him, the insult hurt, and I could feel my tears start to well up in my eyes. Damnnit!! I am twelve years old!! I shouldn't be crying like a four-year- old. Why is it that he's the only person who can do this to me? I stopped caring after Sis left. But Seifer always manages to make me feel something besides the empty. I don't want to feel.
"Talking to yourself in your head again Queer? I thought I told you that was bad for you." "Fuck you Seifer."
I have to redo my chapters because I have the wrong title on all of them so My authors notes are going to be screwed up. I love you ... please review?
