A/N: Alright, first off, I'd like to state that this is my first and only
fic so far. I posted the first three chapters at the same time, so I
decided not to have any author's notes until I got some reviews. So, having
gotten two so far, I'd like to say, I LOVE you guys! Goes to show that the
words 'no' and 'flamers' in the same sentence are very handy. So, now that
I've put you into an endless coma, I'd like to get back to writing.
Chapter 4: Making Sacrifices
"H-"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?!?! Coming back for sympathy?!?! Well I have none for you! GET OUT!"
"H-hey, Hold on a minute!" I stammered. I knew this wasn't going to be the most pleasant of tasks.
"Why? Gonna rape me one last time?" She mocked.
I'd had enough. This wasn't going to go down the way it should've. So, I'd use force to get my point across.
Swiftly, I darted beside her and placed one of my arms on her hip, the other on the back of her knee, and pushed gently. She was shocked at my decisive action, and was unable to make any move before I had finished. Half way through her journey to the floor, my hands left her hip and knee and traveled to the back of her neck and waist, turning the journey into a light thud as she reached her destination.
"Wha-"
Quickly interrupting her, I pinned her down and covered her mouth. She was terrified. I could've sworn she took her previous comment for granted. Deciding to break the awkward tension, I spoke up.
"Listen," I nearly whispered, "I've got no place to stay and Cid sent me to the only room left: Yours. Believe me, I'm not too thrilled about it either, but it'll only be for two weeks. After that, you'll never have to see me again. Got it?" I gently removed my hand.
Her eyes glistened. The way the glaze over when you're about to bawl.
"You're kidding... But, what if me and Seifer wanted to screw?" She countered cautiously, still not too thrilled about the fact that I could easily and forcefully insert tab S into slot R.
I froze.
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"So, how do you think he's going to hold out? Think he can forget all this crap and move on?" Irvine questioned Selphie for the other side of the bed.
"I think so. Recover? Yes. Easily? Oh good hyne no. I mean, just look at what Ellone and Laguna have done to him. The times that they had to leave? Look at the result. But, I do commend him on trying. By starting a band. Whether his intent was to forget or not, it might help." She said rather seriously.
Irvine broke into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny, tough guy?"
Between breaths he managed to voice himself, "That was great. Good hyne. You were so damn serious. That was very profound. And it's you who's saying it, and you're not wearing a shirt!"
She was taken aback. "Well, You don't seem too tough when you're, you're flushed and screaming my name because I touched your sides, Mr. Dough-boy!"
"Ouch". Ouch.
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Rinoa took the opportunity to slither out from underneath me while I was still immobile. Quickly she went and locked the door to the bedroom and stated very loudly and clearly, "The bathroom is available from 2300 to 0800, and no other time. My classes start at 0900, so then 'til 2200 is OFF- LIMITS. Unless I'm in a class. No talking to me. No friends. And if the door is locked, don't unlock it. Go sleep with Zell or something. Oh, and couches were invented for other reasons than watching football and jacking- off while watching playboy."
Well, at least something went well. Though I was still in the same position on the ground.
"Rinoa... Seifer?" I barely mumbled to myself. I was truly, undeniably fucked. No, Seifer was truly, undeniably fucked. Literally.
Deciding that if I stayed in this exact position the whole night that I would be very sore in the morning, I got up. I sat on the couch, and flicked on the radiation box. For a moment. Before receiving a loud, continuous thud on the wall until I turned it off. Rinoa... Seifer? Damnit. I've lost it. Either that or she actually said it. And if she did, I will lose it shortly.
My watch beeped. 0700. Seven am. Time for a shower and a piece of toast.
"What in the name of...?" I stared up at the light-blue ceiling. The ceiling that I was accustomed to only after a night of small amounts of liquor and large amounts of my girlfriend...
Oh shit. You ever have those moments when you just wish you were still confused and clueless as to what the hell you're doing in someone else's room? Yeah. I wish I had a hangover right now.
I sat up and moaned as I remembered where I was and why. Then pondered my next move.
Okay. So. You're in your ex-girlfriends dormitory, who is currently sleeping with the rival you tore apart and nearly slaughtered alive. It's seven in the morning, and you're yet to shower and have breakfast. How many days can you say "Just one more day.." before the noose is tied?
One quarter, to be exact. Another six hours and there'd be an extension cord around my neck.
Stopping all trains of thought, I continued my newly elected morning routine. Shower, food, coffee, newspaper. After Rinoa got up and left (note the keyword, left), it'd be whatever I could find to entertain myself. She had said something last night that cut me deep. What was it again? Wait, to remember something that- Wait, something? Something, seemthing, seemfeing, seemfer, Seifer. Seifer. Damn it. I just fucked up another day of my life.
The warm water felt like ecstasy on my chest and face as it fell from the shower head. I wondered about a lot of things... like survival, food, expenses... that sort of thing. After finishing in the shower, I got out and dressed myself. I was on the way into the kitchen when I heard the loudest and most high-pitched noise I'd ever heard.
"SHIT! THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY- Oh... yeah. It's you." The corpse-human walked silently into the bathroom with a look of anguish and disparity on her face. I mentally stated, once again, that life was a bitch.
My toast tasted awful. Maybe it was the bread. Or butter. Or the feeling that it belonged to the very person I want to see the least of right now. That's not true... I want to see more of her. Just not in the state she is in right now. Or, maybe it was the warm-hearted note on the counter that made my day.
'You: You're paying for your own food. You can have some for now, until you go and by your own this afternoon. After that, I expect 350gil in expenses for the cost of the dorm. One quarter of the monthly payment. Have a shitty day.'
Like I said, warm-hearted. Yet still, I was inclined to follow the directions. With one exception: I was leaving for groceries now, and wouldn't return until the sun had long since departed.
Ten of the most dreadful days of my life passed. It's funny, really, how a couple times; I would be awake late in the night listening to Rinoa scream his name. And him screaming hers. Well, not funny, really. Agonizing. That would better fit the description.
Seifer took the news rather darkly. I took several death-glares and half-mutters from him. Every time he dropped by, it would be time for coffee and a secluded length of time hiding in a recliner with a newspaper. I'd read them front to back; Truly not interested on what it said, but the fact that it distracted me. Somewhat, at least.
As for Selphie, Irvine and Zell; they pitied me. They felt my pain. They tried to comfort me. The odd day they'd take me into town for a movie or lunch, just to keep me happy. It didn't work, but I stayed sincere, since their hearts were in the right place.
Occasionally I took them to see the bar/house's construction site. It was rather interesting. I got to choose where everything went, and it was nearing completion. They liked it. It had a bar on the bottom floor, storage in the basement, and I lived on the top floor. I kept room on the main floor for a stage. One which I hoped would pacify me.
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"So, what do you guys think?" I asked my trio of friends, over a sip of coffee.
"I think I've found my sanctuary!" Selphie said, quite obviously trying to stay positive. Sure, there were a few flaws in the design, like how I forgot to put a bathroom on the second floor, so I would have to use the downstairs one constantly. But hey, I'm a future-music artist, not an architect.
"Liking every bit of it... Still want to pick up a bass and let rip some tunes with you, though!" Zell said.
"Speaking of which, how's that coming?" Irvine inquired calmly. He's been fairly sedated about this whole ordeal. I guess the sight of agony in one of your good friends is enough to do that to you.
"Quite nicely, I might add. I've been playing regularly by the dock- side." I told him.
The conversation was interrupted by an odd chill that went down my spine as I heard the door open; Yet again, my day would be ruined. Just four more days, I thought. Maybe these four days were going to feel like an eternity.
A/N: So, my trekking shall continue. I completely forgot about something that could cost me a hell of a lot of money...
DISCLAMER: I do not own and of the characters, locations, or any other subjects of this story. They are the rightful property of Squaresoft, not me.
So, I may yet be safe. A watch and some pennies aren't going to be enough to satisfy the people at Squaresoft, so I'd hope to god that they won't sue.
More reviews, more inspiration, less struggle, more story. See the relationship? Take note.
Chapter 4: Making Sacrifices
"H-"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?!?! Coming back for sympathy?!?! Well I have none for you! GET OUT!"
"H-hey, Hold on a minute!" I stammered. I knew this wasn't going to be the most pleasant of tasks.
"Why? Gonna rape me one last time?" She mocked.
I'd had enough. This wasn't going to go down the way it should've. So, I'd use force to get my point across.
Swiftly, I darted beside her and placed one of my arms on her hip, the other on the back of her knee, and pushed gently. She was shocked at my decisive action, and was unable to make any move before I had finished. Half way through her journey to the floor, my hands left her hip and knee and traveled to the back of her neck and waist, turning the journey into a light thud as she reached her destination.
"Wha-"
Quickly interrupting her, I pinned her down and covered her mouth. She was terrified. I could've sworn she took her previous comment for granted. Deciding to break the awkward tension, I spoke up.
"Listen," I nearly whispered, "I've got no place to stay and Cid sent me to the only room left: Yours. Believe me, I'm not too thrilled about it either, but it'll only be for two weeks. After that, you'll never have to see me again. Got it?" I gently removed my hand.
Her eyes glistened. The way the glaze over when you're about to bawl.
"You're kidding... But, what if me and Seifer wanted to screw?" She countered cautiously, still not too thrilled about the fact that I could easily and forcefully insert tab S into slot R.
I froze.
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"So, how do you think he's going to hold out? Think he can forget all this crap and move on?" Irvine questioned Selphie for the other side of the bed.
"I think so. Recover? Yes. Easily? Oh good hyne no. I mean, just look at what Ellone and Laguna have done to him. The times that they had to leave? Look at the result. But, I do commend him on trying. By starting a band. Whether his intent was to forget or not, it might help." She said rather seriously.
Irvine broke into fits of laughter.
"What's so funny, tough guy?"
Between breaths he managed to voice himself, "That was great. Good hyne. You were so damn serious. That was very profound. And it's you who's saying it, and you're not wearing a shirt!"
She was taken aback. "Well, You don't seem too tough when you're, you're flushed and screaming my name because I touched your sides, Mr. Dough-boy!"
"Ouch". Ouch.
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Rinoa took the opportunity to slither out from underneath me while I was still immobile. Quickly she went and locked the door to the bedroom and stated very loudly and clearly, "The bathroom is available from 2300 to 0800, and no other time. My classes start at 0900, so then 'til 2200 is OFF- LIMITS. Unless I'm in a class. No talking to me. No friends. And if the door is locked, don't unlock it. Go sleep with Zell or something. Oh, and couches were invented for other reasons than watching football and jacking- off while watching playboy."
Well, at least something went well. Though I was still in the same position on the ground.
"Rinoa... Seifer?" I barely mumbled to myself. I was truly, undeniably fucked. No, Seifer was truly, undeniably fucked. Literally.
Deciding that if I stayed in this exact position the whole night that I would be very sore in the morning, I got up. I sat on the couch, and flicked on the radiation box. For a moment. Before receiving a loud, continuous thud on the wall until I turned it off. Rinoa... Seifer? Damnit. I've lost it. Either that or she actually said it. And if she did, I will lose it shortly.
My watch beeped. 0700. Seven am. Time for a shower and a piece of toast.
"What in the name of...?" I stared up at the light-blue ceiling. The ceiling that I was accustomed to only after a night of small amounts of liquor and large amounts of my girlfriend...
Oh shit. You ever have those moments when you just wish you were still confused and clueless as to what the hell you're doing in someone else's room? Yeah. I wish I had a hangover right now.
I sat up and moaned as I remembered where I was and why. Then pondered my next move.
Okay. So. You're in your ex-girlfriends dormitory, who is currently sleeping with the rival you tore apart and nearly slaughtered alive. It's seven in the morning, and you're yet to shower and have breakfast. How many days can you say "Just one more day.." before the noose is tied?
One quarter, to be exact. Another six hours and there'd be an extension cord around my neck.
Stopping all trains of thought, I continued my newly elected morning routine. Shower, food, coffee, newspaper. After Rinoa got up and left (note the keyword, left), it'd be whatever I could find to entertain myself. She had said something last night that cut me deep. What was it again? Wait, to remember something that- Wait, something? Something, seemthing, seemfeing, seemfer, Seifer. Seifer. Damn it. I just fucked up another day of my life.
The warm water felt like ecstasy on my chest and face as it fell from the shower head. I wondered about a lot of things... like survival, food, expenses... that sort of thing. After finishing in the shower, I got out and dressed myself. I was on the way into the kitchen when I heard the loudest and most high-pitched noise I'd ever heard.
"SHIT! THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY- Oh... yeah. It's you." The corpse-human walked silently into the bathroom with a look of anguish and disparity on her face. I mentally stated, once again, that life was a bitch.
My toast tasted awful. Maybe it was the bread. Or butter. Or the feeling that it belonged to the very person I want to see the least of right now. That's not true... I want to see more of her. Just not in the state she is in right now. Or, maybe it was the warm-hearted note on the counter that made my day.
'You: You're paying for your own food. You can have some for now, until you go and by your own this afternoon. After that, I expect 350gil in expenses for the cost of the dorm. One quarter of the monthly payment. Have a shitty day.'
Like I said, warm-hearted. Yet still, I was inclined to follow the directions. With one exception: I was leaving for groceries now, and wouldn't return until the sun had long since departed.
Ten of the most dreadful days of my life passed. It's funny, really, how a couple times; I would be awake late in the night listening to Rinoa scream his name. And him screaming hers. Well, not funny, really. Agonizing. That would better fit the description.
Seifer took the news rather darkly. I took several death-glares and half-mutters from him. Every time he dropped by, it would be time for coffee and a secluded length of time hiding in a recliner with a newspaper. I'd read them front to back; Truly not interested on what it said, but the fact that it distracted me. Somewhat, at least.
As for Selphie, Irvine and Zell; they pitied me. They felt my pain. They tried to comfort me. The odd day they'd take me into town for a movie or lunch, just to keep me happy. It didn't work, but I stayed sincere, since their hearts were in the right place.
Occasionally I took them to see the bar/house's construction site. It was rather interesting. I got to choose where everything went, and it was nearing completion. They liked it. It had a bar on the bottom floor, storage in the basement, and I lived on the top floor. I kept room on the main floor for a stage. One which I hoped would pacify me.
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"So, what do you guys think?" I asked my trio of friends, over a sip of coffee.
"I think I've found my sanctuary!" Selphie said, quite obviously trying to stay positive. Sure, there were a few flaws in the design, like how I forgot to put a bathroom on the second floor, so I would have to use the downstairs one constantly. But hey, I'm a future-music artist, not an architect.
"Liking every bit of it... Still want to pick up a bass and let rip some tunes with you, though!" Zell said.
"Speaking of which, how's that coming?" Irvine inquired calmly. He's been fairly sedated about this whole ordeal. I guess the sight of agony in one of your good friends is enough to do that to you.
"Quite nicely, I might add. I've been playing regularly by the dock- side." I told him.
The conversation was interrupted by an odd chill that went down my spine as I heard the door open; Yet again, my day would be ruined. Just four more days, I thought. Maybe these four days were going to feel like an eternity.
A/N: So, my trekking shall continue. I completely forgot about something that could cost me a hell of a lot of money...
DISCLAMER: I do not own and of the characters, locations, or any other subjects of this story. They are the rightful property of Squaresoft, not me.
So, I may yet be safe. A watch and some pennies aren't going to be enough to satisfy the people at Squaresoft, so I'd hope to god that they won't sue.
More reviews, more inspiration, less struggle, more story. See the relationship? Take note.
