Edit (8/26/04):
I agree the 'NC17 content removed' ruins the mood, that's the point. They took fics off of because of the NC17 content, so I decided to some back on and to change the ones currently posted (along with editing mistakes that I missed before), but just remove certain parts and just leave off at tantalizing bits so that the readers would go to the site and read all of it. I'm not going to force myself to put constraints on my writing and force it down to R rated. It's only on that I have to do that.
Warnings: Non-con (of man and child), bloodplay, S & M, mention of sex toys, lemon, suicidal themes and attempts.
The above is fairly descriptive, so you'll have to go to one of my sites listen under my bio to read the complete version. Otherwise, feel free to read. But you'll be missing out on a lot of important events later on.
IF WALLS COULD TALK
Chapter 1: Talking to a Brick Wall
[Squall]
I watch as the blood begins to pool around me. I slit another cut, diagonal from the first one. This one spurts more blood. I watch sadly as my life is drained from me. Having no more energy left in me, I silently fall to the concrete. Darkness surrounds me, I sigh in relief.
[Seifer]
"Is he going to be okay doctor?" we all swiftly got up as Dr. Kadowaki came into the room.
"He should be out for another week or so. He's lost a lot of blood and he's lucky that you found him when you did. But at the moment that's all I can get from him until he wakes up." The doctor walked out of the infirmary room, leaving us to our privacy.
"Why do you think he did it?" Quistis, straight to the point once again.
"He was bored?"
"Seifer!"
"Yeah I know, now's not the time to start. You know I don't mean it... why don't you guys get some rest and I'll stay here for the night."
Leaving no room for argument, I quickly entered the room that Squall was now occupying. Closing the door behind me, I made my way over to the bed, gingerly sitting down in the wooden chair beside it.
"So Leonhart, guess you finally managed to get the guts to try to kill yourself. I bet you're thinking it's to bad that I found you. Of course I couldn't let you die, only I'm allowed to kill the great Squall Leonhart." Taking one glance at Squall you would already think of him as dead.
What with his pale skin, now even paler than before. His sculpted chest barely rising in an imitation of sleep. Cris-crossing red lines running up and down both of his muscular arms and the battle scars, along with some unknown scars, lining his chest and legs. I was almost tempted to check his pulse, just to be sure he was still with me--us.
"Well come on Leonhart. Wake up. You know all your friends are waiting for you and they're so worried it's making me sick. So either get up or I'll make you get up." Watching for any reaction, my head dropped in defeat. It was like talking to a brick wall.