Disclaimer- Final Fantasy VIII is owned by Squaresoft .......these are
really getting old.......
Author's notes- This is a shorter chapter. Its purpose is to fill in the chapter rather than extend or progress it. You might see what I mean. If not...well I at least hope that it reads well.
Aratcorien- Seifer has just a bit of a temper...Kiros didn't help. They don't get along... Stiller and Waldorf! I never knew their names all those years I watched that show. lol.
Element6- Glad you like the drama. That was what I was shooting for...
Lovely Princess Peach- I loved writing the Seifer/Kiros scene.
Night Terrors
Hands bound underneath the cold metal sheet on which he lay, he tried moving any which way he could. Any way that would give him any chance of getting free. Nothing worked. He was too tightly bound. The entire prison above him slowly cooked in the desert sun, but not the cell he lay bound in. After three visits to this room he'd come to the conclusion that it was not only the coldest room in the entire prison but that it was kept that way purposely. Behind him the air conditioning unit, the only one in the facility, blew on its coldest setting. His skin toughened by the heat and sun of the desert, broke out in goose bumps at the cold and unexpected air. The metal stretcher was but an enhancer to make him feel colder. He'd been here before. This room, this situation...this exact situation. This was a dream. It had to be. Twisting at his waist he tried to free his feet to no avail. A door beside him opened and closed. For a brief instant he'd been able to make out a little light through his blindfold. Then he was once again shrouded in darkness. A figure walked around where he lay, his footsteps echoing off of the hard floor. He walked in circles as if contemplating where to start. Tied tightly in place, Seifer wondered just how he'd managed to end up back in this room. He couldn't remember being brought in, stripped down, or tied up.
"I sincerely hope you enjoyed your little escapade trying to conquer the world cause I'm going to enjoy this," The man's voice broke the silence. His heart skipped a beat in fear. It was the warden. "I normally cover peoples mouths as to not disturb the other prisoners, but you, I want to hear you scream."
He remained silent as to not further provoke the warden above him. A small clicking sound, one associated with a large insect with an exoskeleton, began to approach him. 'Shit shit shit,' His mind raced. He knew what was happening; what had still yet to happen.
"Meet just one of the many wonders of our desert," The warden's voice taunted as the small creature walked up his side and across the sensitive skin just below his belly button. Instinctively he writhed to try and knock the creature off but that only made it worse. The small sticky legs latched on to him as the creature began to scurry up his abdomen in a frenzy. With his jaw locked shut he fought the urge to yell anything towards his torturer. They normally just beat him. He didn't mind that as much. He was still strong and could take it. This was new. Or at least it was when it first happened. He knew he was stuck in a dream. He had to be. He knew everything that would happen next. He'd lived this before and yet the sensations and his reactions still surprised him. "This guy here is my favorite." The Warden's voice continued as he abruptly pulled the small creature from its place nestled on his chest. "This guy here will make anyone's skin crawl."
Laying bound to the table, he held his breath and fought desperately to wake up. He had too. A few prickly legs stepped down onto his forehead as the second little creature made its way onto him. Panicked in the knowledge that the arachnid would bite him again if he continued to sleep he screamed.
He awoke sitting straight up in bed, staring wide-eyed at the blackness before him. Still partially frozen by the realism of the dream he didn't notice the bed give a little as she crawled across it and put her arms around him.
"Seifer!" She cried out as she tried to get his attention. "Seifer," She turned his head to face her.
"Elle," His voice was rough and winded.
"Another dream?" She asked as she continued to hold onto him.
"Yeah," He pulled himself from her grasp as he stumbled from bed and flipped the light switch.
"What are you doing?" She asked worriedly as she watched him move all the pillows and blankets around her. He shook his head as he glanced under the bed. "You can talk to me you know." Her voice was gentle and supportive but her words hit a nerve.
'He's just been acting different and it worries me. He's so stressed but he won't admit it. He doesn't talk about what's bothering him anymore,' Ellone's earlier statement replayed in his mind. "It was the prison. I was back at the prison." He said as he climbed back in bed and held the blankets up for her.
"What happened?" She asked as she ran her fingers along his cheek.
He hesitated and closed his eyes. "I was bound to a table. A really cold table. I...I couldn't see anything," He answered while trying to decide how much to tell. "And he put these big bugs or spiders or something on me. But all I could feel were their claws...at least it felt like little claws. They went all over my body. And then there was the spider," He shuddered lightly. "I don't like spiders anymore."
Ellone lay silently beside him as she listened. "It was just a dream. Its okay."
He shook his head. "It wasn't just a dream. It was something that really happened. And I relive it ever so often. I know its a dream when I have it but I can't wake up." His voice sounded weak.
"Its over though. You're awake and okay and with me," She tried to comfort him. "If you want I can stay up while you sleep. Monitor your dreams and wake you up if it happens again."
"I don't think so," He said quickly. She seemed surprised by his answer and looked away. Feeling instantly guilty he pulled her to him and held her tightly. "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. Its just that you need to be as rested and relaxed as possible. The doctor said if not it could jeopardize the babies."
"So you're looking forward to having them," She said it more like a statement to herself as she smiled up at him.
"Of course," He answered a little hurt that she'd doubted it. "You've been given strict orders to remain in bed as much as possible and to stay as calm and relaxed as possible. Don't worry about a thing. Please for their sakes. I know how big of a worrier you are. I'm gonna be fine. I've got you here with me." She smiled faintly as she snuggled closer to him. "And don't worry about me leaving either. I'm not going anywhere. I love you too much."
"I love you too," She whispered. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything," He answered.
"Call Kiros in the morning and let him back in."
"Elle we can't stand each another."
"For me, please. He's like family to me," She looked up into his green eyes, pleading with her big brown ones. "Its been two and a half weeks since you through him out."
"He started it," Seifer tried to show his most innocent face.
"Yes yes I know," She replied. "Ward told me everything."
"He told you?" Seifer raised an eyebrow.
Ellone rolled her eyes. "Obviously not verbally but he did tell."
Seifer stared at the ceiling. "Do I hafta..." he whined as he rolled over and tried to hide his face in her short hair. "I don't wanna...he don't like me."
"Oh poor baby," She teased. "So you'll call him tomorrow morning when you wake up?" She yawned.
"Are you kidding?" Seifer grinned. "I'm gonna stay up all night and call him at three in the in the morning to tell him!"
"You two have such a lovely relationship," She mumbled as she drifted off to sleep. Now the only one awake he kissed her forehead and looked at the clock. Only two more hours before he would make the call.
Morning came with all of its promises of a new day. He stared out the open window at the early morning sunlight that reflected off of the dew on the grass and listened to the constant squawking of the baby birds in the nest near the window. Mornings were too noisy he decided as he pulled the window too and walked across the room. She was still sleeping he noted as he admired her figure. Still sleeping, wrapped up in his blankets in his bed hair all a mess mouth slightly agape.
"She'd throw a fit if she only knew you watched her before she had a chance to freshen up," Kiros spoke from behind him.
"Yeah well she's cute like that. And I'm pretty confident she won't find out I watch," Seifer said as he walked into the hallway, passing by the older man.
"You shut the window," Kiros stated.
"Mornings are too noisy," Seifer answered as he continued on his way to the kitchen.
"Then I guess you would've been opposed to my original plan of throwing pebbles at the window to wake you up."
Seifer stopped in the door frame. "I woulda started throwing things back."
Kiros smiled. "That sounds like it would've been worth doing."
"Don't get any ideas," Seifer said as he opened the refrigerator door and stared inside.
"Too late. So what are we having?"
"We?"
"I am a guest in your house. You so pleasantly awoke me this morning to invite me back over."
Seifer let his head fall against the freezer door. "Here have a bagel," Seifer tossed the closest food item to the older man.
Kiros caught it and looked it over before sitting it on the bar. "Might I suggest you not use milk in whatever you fix her for breakfast. Eggs might upset her stomach too. Whatever you fix be sure its well cooked or else her body'll reject it and she'll just get sick again."
Seifer dropped the milk carton onto the counter. "I can barely cook hot-dogs. What would you have me make?"
"Can I see what you have in there," Kiros motioned towards the refrigerator.
"Please. You can even cook it if you want," Seifer said as he slumped down on a stool at the bar and picked up the bagel.
"Don't eat my bagel," Kiros warned as he began putting items on the cabinet. Seifer dropped it and put his head down on the bar.
Author's notes- This is a shorter chapter. Its purpose is to fill in the chapter rather than extend or progress it. You might see what I mean. If not...well I at least hope that it reads well.
Aratcorien- Seifer has just a bit of a temper...Kiros didn't help. They don't get along... Stiller and Waldorf! I never knew their names all those years I watched that show. lol.
Element6- Glad you like the drama. That was what I was shooting for...
Lovely Princess Peach- I loved writing the Seifer/Kiros scene.
Night Terrors
Hands bound underneath the cold metal sheet on which he lay, he tried moving any which way he could. Any way that would give him any chance of getting free. Nothing worked. He was too tightly bound. The entire prison above him slowly cooked in the desert sun, but not the cell he lay bound in. After three visits to this room he'd come to the conclusion that it was not only the coldest room in the entire prison but that it was kept that way purposely. Behind him the air conditioning unit, the only one in the facility, blew on its coldest setting. His skin toughened by the heat and sun of the desert, broke out in goose bumps at the cold and unexpected air. The metal stretcher was but an enhancer to make him feel colder. He'd been here before. This room, this situation...this exact situation. This was a dream. It had to be. Twisting at his waist he tried to free his feet to no avail. A door beside him opened and closed. For a brief instant he'd been able to make out a little light through his blindfold. Then he was once again shrouded in darkness. A figure walked around where he lay, his footsteps echoing off of the hard floor. He walked in circles as if contemplating where to start. Tied tightly in place, Seifer wondered just how he'd managed to end up back in this room. He couldn't remember being brought in, stripped down, or tied up.
"I sincerely hope you enjoyed your little escapade trying to conquer the world cause I'm going to enjoy this," The man's voice broke the silence. His heart skipped a beat in fear. It was the warden. "I normally cover peoples mouths as to not disturb the other prisoners, but you, I want to hear you scream."
He remained silent as to not further provoke the warden above him. A small clicking sound, one associated with a large insect with an exoskeleton, began to approach him. 'Shit shit shit,' His mind raced. He knew what was happening; what had still yet to happen.
"Meet just one of the many wonders of our desert," The warden's voice taunted as the small creature walked up his side and across the sensitive skin just below his belly button. Instinctively he writhed to try and knock the creature off but that only made it worse. The small sticky legs latched on to him as the creature began to scurry up his abdomen in a frenzy. With his jaw locked shut he fought the urge to yell anything towards his torturer. They normally just beat him. He didn't mind that as much. He was still strong and could take it. This was new. Or at least it was when it first happened. He knew he was stuck in a dream. He had to be. He knew everything that would happen next. He'd lived this before and yet the sensations and his reactions still surprised him. "This guy here is my favorite." The Warden's voice continued as he abruptly pulled the small creature from its place nestled on his chest. "This guy here will make anyone's skin crawl."
Laying bound to the table, he held his breath and fought desperately to wake up. He had too. A few prickly legs stepped down onto his forehead as the second little creature made its way onto him. Panicked in the knowledge that the arachnid would bite him again if he continued to sleep he screamed.
He awoke sitting straight up in bed, staring wide-eyed at the blackness before him. Still partially frozen by the realism of the dream he didn't notice the bed give a little as she crawled across it and put her arms around him.
"Seifer!" She cried out as she tried to get his attention. "Seifer," She turned his head to face her.
"Elle," His voice was rough and winded.
"Another dream?" She asked as she continued to hold onto him.
"Yeah," He pulled himself from her grasp as he stumbled from bed and flipped the light switch.
"What are you doing?" She asked worriedly as she watched him move all the pillows and blankets around her. He shook his head as he glanced under the bed. "You can talk to me you know." Her voice was gentle and supportive but her words hit a nerve.
'He's just been acting different and it worries me. He's so stressed but he won't admit it. He doesn't talk about what's bothering him anymore,' Ellone's earlier statement replayed in his mind. "It was the prison. I was back at the prison." He said as he climbed back in bed and held the blankets up for her.
"What happened?" She asked as she ran her fingers along his cheek.
He hesitated and closed his eyes. "I was bound to a table. A really cold table. I...I couldn't see anything," He answered while trying to decide how much to tell. "And he put these big bugs or spiders or something on me. But all I could feel were their claws...at least it felt like little claws. They went all over my body. And then there was the spider," He shuddered lightly. "I don't like spiders anymore."
Ellone lay silently beside him as she listened. "It was just a dream. Its okay."
He shook his head. "It wasn't just a dream. It was something that really happened. And I relive it ever so often. I know its a dream when I have it but I can't wake up." His voice sounded weak.
"Its over though. You're awake and okay and with me," She tried to comfort him. "If you want I can stay up while you sleep. Monitor your dreams and wake you up if it happens again."
"I don't think so," He said quickly. She seemed surprised by his answer and looked away. Feeling instantly guilty he pulled her to him and held her tightly. "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. Its just that you need to be as rested and relaxed as possible. The doctor said if not it could jeopardize the babies."
"So you're looking forward to having them," She said it more like a statement to herself as she smiled up at him.
"Of course," He answered a little hurt that she'd doubted it. "You've been given strict orders to remain in bed as much as possible and to stay as calm and relaxed as possible. Don't worry about a thing. Please for their sakes. I know how big of a worrier you are. I'm gonna be fine. I've got you here with me." She smiled faintly as she snuggled closer to him. "And don't worry about me leaving either. I'm not going anywhere. I love you too much."
"I love you too," She whispered. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything," He answered.
"Call Kiros in the morning and let him back in."
"Elle we can't stand each another."
"For me, please. He's like family to me," She looked up into his green eyes, pleading with her big brown ones. "Its been two and a half weeks since you through him out."
"He started it," Seifer tried to show his most innocent face.
"Yes yes I know," She replied. "Ward told me everything."
"He told you?" Seifer raised an eyebrow.
Ellone rolled her eyes. "Obviously not verbally but he did tell."
Seifer stared at the ceiling. "Do I hafta..." he whined as he rolled over and tried to hide his face in her short hair. "I don't wanna...he don't like me."
"Oh poor baby," She teased. "So you'll call him tomorrow morning when you wake up?" She yawned.
"Are you kidding?" Seifer grinned. "I'm gonna stay up all night and call him at three in the in the morning to tell him!"
"You two have such a lovely relationship," She mumbled as she drifted off to sleep. Now the only one awake he kissed her forehead and looked at the clock. Only two more hours before he would make the call.
Morning came with all of its promises of a new day. He stared out the open window at the early morning sunlight that reflected off of the dew on the grass and listened to the constant squawking of the baby birds in the nest near the window. Mornings were too noisy he decided as he pulled the window too and walked across the room. She was still sleeping he noted as he admired her figure. Still sleeping, wrapped up in his blankets in his bed hair all a mess mouth slightly agape.
"She'd throw a fit if she only knew you watched her before she had a chance to freshen up," Kiros spoke from behind him.
"Yeah well she's cute like that. And I'm pretty confident she won't find out I watch," Seifer said as he walked into the hallway, passing by the older man.
"You shut the window," Kiros stated.
"Mornings are too noisy," Seifer answered as he continued on his way to the kitchen.
"Then I guess you would've been opposed to my original plan of throwing pebbles at the window to wake you up."
Seifer stopped in the door frame. "I woulda started throwing things back."
Kiros smiled. "That sounds like it would've been worth doing."
"Don't get any ideas," Seifer said as he opened the refrigerator door and stared inside.
"Too late. So what are we having?"
"We?"
"I am a guest in your house. You so pleasantly awoke me this morning to invite me back over."
Seifer let his head fall against the freezer door. "Here have a bagel," Seifer tossed the closest food item to the older man.
Kiros caught it and looked it over before sitting it on the bar. "Might I suggest you not use milk in whatever you fix her for breakfast. Eggs might upset her stomach too. Whatever you fix be sure its well cooked or else her body'll reject it and she'll just get sick again."
Seifer dropped the milk carton onto the counter. "I can barely cook hot-dogs. What would you have me make?"
"Can I see what you have in there," Kiros motioned towards the refrigerator.
"Please. You can even cook it if you want," Seifer said as he slumped down on a stool at the bar and picked up the bagel.
"Don't eat my bagel," Kiros warned as he began putting items on the cabinet. Seifer dropped it and put his head down on the bar.