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.

Ch 3

18 (before the scarring fight)

The clock blinked the insane hour of 0400. I rolled over and sat up, me feet hitting the carpeted floor as I stood up. Too quickly I decided when my body screamed, the dull ache in my muscles from hours of training now engulfed in fire.

I winced and stretched. I couldn't sleep, and I knew why. Zell still slept, snoring lightly in his half of the sectioned room. I don't know why they roomed him with me. But then the only person I know without a roommate is Seifer. All of his other roommates demanded to be moved, so it was easier to have him room alone.

I pulled my leather pants on. Zell asked one time where the hell I got pants like this, but I told him it was none of his business. It isn't really. It's no one's business but Seifer's and mine.

I wasn't thinking about where I was going, just letting my feet take me down the familiar path. Walking down the dorm halls with only my pants on was never a problem at 0400 hours.

I turned the corner and walked to the last door. Seifer had carved his bloodcross into it and painted it red so it stood out from every other door in the dormitory.

I punched in the key code and the door opened. Now most people would expect Seifer to be a slob. But he's not. He's the neatest person I've ever met.

The pitch-blackness of the room didn't bother me. I was here often enough to know where everything was. His bedroom door is always open, and he likes to leave the curtains open too, so when I stood in the doorway of his bedroom he was bathed in the pale glow of the moon, white pillows and blankets nested all around him. He looked like an angel sleeping there.

I removed my pants, carefully folding them and draping them across the back of his desk chair. Seifer shifted in his sleep, the blankets moving down almost to the point I could see the nudity that I knew existed beneath.

Now naked myself, I pulled back the blankets enough to allow me room to slip into the bed next to him. The warmth of his skin soaked right into me, washing away the chill from the walk over. Seifer inhaled sharply as my cold skin came into contact with his, waking him up. His eyes cracked open and he smiled at me and scooted over to make room for me in the bed.

"I couldn't sleep." I told him simply. I don't like to talk much. It takes too much effort to bother with the people that I care nothing about. But I like talking to Seifer.

"S'okay. I like it when you come here." He wrapped his arms around me, holding me. He started to gently rub my shoulders and I winced. "Training?" he asked me, his voice husky with sleep. I nodded and Seifer sat up, pushing me onto my stomach.

His hands massaged my back, neck, and shoulders, slowly easing away the tension and sore muscles. The feeling of his hands on my skin was phenomenal. I can never get over how well he knows my body.

Seifer leaned forward and placed a kiss my spine. "Squall, did you really come here because you couldn't sleep?"

"Yeah, I always sleep better when I'm with you." I offered him a smile and he rolled over to cuddle me against him. He held me close and with one hand pulled the blankets up around us.

Only two hours of sleep later and it was time for a shower. Garden changed its regulations about homosexual relationships last year. But Seifer and I were still a secret I didn't want the world to know my sex life and I didn't think Seifer would either. I've seen what they do to the open homosexuals. It's not pretty. And I still have to remind Seifer about that.

I was the guy that everyone stared at when I walked by. They will silently watch me pass and them whisper excitedly after I'm out of hearing. I have enough to deal with. I don't need them talking about who I have in my bed as well.

We showered. Not sharing a stall, but close to. The other students avoided us, knowing that we both had short fuses and we always ignited the other. My idea. If we act like we hate each other, no one will ever place us together.

Seifer hummed to himself in the shower. I know the song but I can't remember the lyrics. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, appreciating the beauty of the showering angel.

He caught me staring and winked at me, his familiar smirk sliding into place. It was time for a public scene. "Like what you see Leonheart?

I smiled inwardly. The game was to say the exact opposite of the truth. "You are an arrogant bastard. Almasy, no one should ever have to see you naked." I turned my back on him for the benefit of the other students present.

"I think you like me Puberty boy!! "

He's been doing this for awhile, it's been the subject of many fights in the past month. I don't want people to know!! But if he wants to be a bastard and show everyone where his sexuality lies, then I can play this game too.

"I think you want me to like you Almasy, you fucking Queer." His eyes narrowed as I turned back around to face him, the spray of the shower hit my back as I gave him my 'annoyed' look.

"Are you questioning my sexuality?" He growled. He was getting pissed now. I could tell that this was going to be a fight later.

"I don't need to question your sexuality Seifer." I took a very girly step towards him, walking seductively. "I know all too well who you have warming your bed at night." I smirked, imitating his own.

"Squall." he warned me that this should stop.

"You were the one who started it. And I'm gonna be the one to finish it." I was pissed. I am so tired of Seifer always dancing too close to the truth in our public spectacles. It was my turn. It's my turn to get the better of him in the public eye for once.

"What's the matter Seifer, lonely over there?" I stepped forward again, out of the spray of my shower and into the spray of his.

"Squall!! What the hell are you doing!? Get out of my shower and back into your own!"

"I don't want to. I want to join you." I reached up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. The other students stared at us.

"Why are you doing this?" He whispered to me.

I didn't give him an answer, but instead I kissed him. One of those kisses that should be a private moment in time. I devoured his mouth like there wasn't a bunch of underclassmen watching us. Like we were back in Seifer's room, under the blankets with no one around to ever know.

The kiss felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only about five minutes. I pulled away from him and smirked again. Now for the humiliation. "Nice hard on there Almasy." And I left, not even bothering to finish my shower.

The fight was inevitable. Seifer was furious with me for humiliating him, and I was furious with him for always trying to bring our personal life into the public eye.

Our movements blurred, steel clanged against steel. Seifer, never one for letting his opponents get the better of him, ever, cast fire on me. Blinded momentarily I rubbed the coals out of my eyes before blindly charging again. Then pain. It seared across my face and blood poured from the open wound on my forehead. I counter attacked, the tip of my blade making a mirror wound on Seifer's beautiful face.

Then Blackness.

Computers are such a whore to me. Anyway, next is during the war, right after Lunatic Pandora. Oh yeah, Squall's goon have a naughty dream!!! I'd love some reviews from you people!!!
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