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Chapter Summary: Nida needs to make a call.

A/N: Eh. There was another note here, but I erased it after I finished and edited the chapter. I don't like the way this turned out at all, but I also HATE HATE HATE editing so much. So much, man. Things I need to work on: Characterization, not quoting insurance commercials, and being able to set a mood for the story. Oh, and descriptions. And opening lines. And not procrastinating. And fixing tenses. And content in general. Okay, I'll shut up now.

I want tips for improving on this chapter PLEEZE. If you found something in it that seems off somehow, let me know. I like this chapter, I like the idea of what I wanted to write and the original theory of what I was going to do with this, but I dislike the way I wrote it. Urgh.

And now I begin this with the word of the month: FIGHT.

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Nida's legs were dangling off the side of the bed, and he was contemplating. Contemplating while staring into the darkness, because it's what he seemed to be doing so often, and it was good for thought provoking. Silent, calm, no interruptions or distractions. He knew what he need to do - or did he- and he couldn't keep avoiding it. He just needed to -

- the phone. Of course. Nida had Seifer on quick-dial. It was odd.

Ring ... ring ...

Click. Just calm breathing. Seifer was waiting for whoever it was that was calling to say something first, and Nida wondered if he always did this, but it wasn't worth thinking about for too long. He told himself to start talking.

"Are you awake"

"Obviously I am, or I would not be answering this call."

He should've thought of an excuse before he called. "Um. Sorry. I ... can't sleep."

"Fuck, Nida, it's ... shit ...nine at night, and you do realize we've got our midnight field training in less than two hours"

"Sorry."

Sigh. Nida wondered why Seifer did this so much. "What do you want me to do, chicken-hawk? Sing you a lullaby"

"That'd be nice. I didn't know you could sing." He wasn't trying to be sarcastic, he just didn't know. But he did know that Seifer would decline anyway, because that was the way Seifer was. Nida idly wrapped the phone cord around his finger and stared into the dim green glow of the numbers on his alarm clock.

"I'm not kidding, you little shit. What do you really want" Seifer sat up in his bed and stared at the wceiling with a slight pang of annoyance.

Like I could tell you what I really wanted. "I just want to talk, Almasy."

Might as well just get over with it, Seifer thought. He won't call me every night, so I'll just keep talking. He had no idea. "So what happened? Girlfriend broke up with you? Getting cold feet about the mission? Teen angst"

"There is a cat sitting on my foot." It was true. Nida like cats; they were dark and mysterious, yet straightfoward. He wouldn't have been surprised if he had been told cats knew the secrets of the universe. It was probably true anyway.

"Please, just kill me now."

"Okay." It wasn't an agreeing sort of 'okay', more resigned and anxious. "I just wanted ... "

He was impatient. He couldn't help it; he just didn't like waiting. "Yes? Just wanted"

"I just wanted to hear your voice."

Seifer held the phone at arms' length and banged his head against the wall.

"Look, I'm not kidding. Don't go all suicidal on me now, please."

"You just wanted to hear me." It was a flat, deadpan voice, that suited Seifer in this occasion and many, many others.

"Er, well ... yeah. Is that bad"

"Yes, it bloody well is! We have a very very important training mission coming up VERY soon in which I do not plan to sleep through and you call me up out of nowhere saying you just wanted to hear my voice and I'd be very complimented in any other situation really but you just seemed to be turning queerer by the second and I'm beginning to be very, very afraid."

"You just used 'very' six times in one sentence."

"Nida."

"Which, I may add, was a very long sentence."

"Nida."

"Somewhere, an English teacher is weeping..."

"Goodbye, Nida."

"No - wait. I, um, there's something else" Nida added hastily, trying to delay the conversation as much as possible. Seifer, who had been about to put the phone back down and settle back into bed comfortably, gave one of those argh-I-can't-believe-it's-morning-and-I-have-to-get-out-of-bed-now groans of sitting-up-and-streching goodness. "Yeah"

"...First, never make that sound again."

"What" Seifer gave a deep, low moan. "That sound"

"I am going to kill you if you don't stop doing that." He meant that he was going to try, but get pwned and beg for forgiveness.

"Nnnnngh ... Nida ... unngod ... ... What, that"

"Oi. I, um, shit."

Nida hung up his end of the phone quickly, leaving a very amused Seifer listening to the dull dialtone on the other end. And aside from being amused, he was also thinking far more than was necessary for nine-thirty at night.

Well, either he's gone to find a gun so he can shoot me in my sleep, which I wouldn't doubt ... or ... heh, maybe I'll just go and find him first. Where's my keycard? ... there, got it. Now, where's his keycard? I know I've got a spare - aha.

Seifer threw on his trenchcoat, grabbed the two keycards and hurried out of his dormitory room, sliding across the freshly waxed hallway floors in his socks, boxers, and coat. He wondered to himself how odd this would look from an outsider's point off view - very odd indeed, he answered himself. Carrying around another cadet's keycard with an intent to sneak into his dormitory room in the middle of the night wasn't exactly something you did.

Thankfully for him, he knew exactly where Nida's room was - curse him for reading the full Garden map when he was bored - and made it there within minutes. Grinning devilishly, he moved the blue keycard through the slider slowly - the door responded with a dim beep, and he gave the handlebar an experimental twist - Pwned.

Revenge is fun. Fun, fun, fun ... This'll teach him to ALMOST GET ME FUCKING KILLED in a fucking supermarket.

"So, Nida. I still don't understand what it was you wanted me to stop. Care to explain"

Nida froze, horrified. He wasn't - he couldn't - he isn't - he wouldn't - he won't - he can't - But his steady stream of disaffirming thoughts was interrupted by a low, seductive purr from Seifer - who Nida couldn't see, but knew was merely a few feet away. He gulped.

"Was it like that? Or more like ... unnnnnnngh. That's what it was, wasn't it? Or was it ... ohhhhhh." Seifer moved across the room as he spoke - one of his legs hit the edge of Nida's bed, and he grinned, beginning to climb onto it.

"Nidaaaaa ... why are you so quiet, hmm" Seifer's voice was softer now, and maybe more serious than amused - though you could never really tell. "I thought you liked hearing me." He climbed directly over Nida ; held up by his hands, which were by Nida's shoulders, and his lower legs, which were held apart enough so that Nida's legs could fit between them. Nida seemed thoroughly uncomfortable.

"Seifer," said Nida emphatically, and neither of them noticed that he had started calling him Seifer instead of Almasy.

He didn't move an inch. "Anything wrong"

"Seifer" Nida began again, although this time it came out as more of a quiet moan instead of an order. "Get the fuck off of me. Please."

"And why would I want to do that" murmured Seifer, lowering himself down to Nida slowly. Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail! yelled his mind joyously. But Nida's mind was yelling something completely different.

With one quick motion, Nida thrust himself upward toward Seifer and flipped him down onto the bed, pinning down his wrists with his hands. Before he could even think about it - was there anything he thought before doing anymore? Probably not - Nida's mouth was pressed against Seifer's, and his hands were lustily exploring Seifer's warm chest from underneath his shirt.

Which wasn't really what Seifer had planned. At all. He kicked Nida off of him and onto the floor.

"What the hell d'you think you're doing"

Nida watched helplessly from the floor as Seifer got up and stood over him, looking annoyed and disgusted. "I - I - well - I - um - I thought - I - well - thought you were - because - you know "

Seifer wasn't. "I'm leaving. You -ugh." And he did start leaving. He ignored the stammering, flustered Nida looking defencelessly up at him from the floor and walked towards the doorway, vaguely considering locking Nida in -

"What the hell were you doing then, Almasy" It was almost a sob, and Seifer immediately felt a pang of guilt as Nida plowed on. "What was all that, then? The - the coming to find me, and the jokes, and the moaning, and the being on top of me? You don't go and start something unless you want to finish it, Almasy, dammit! Dammit"

He looked back at Nida from the doorway. "I didn't start anything, faggot." And then the door closed, leaving Nida curled up into a confused and distraught ball on the floor, adding one more thing to his unconcious list of things to angst about, and reasons why he was a failure, and he had told himself, I told you all along, because in his mind, he had just failed again. His thoughts tumbled wildly in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

Seifer didn't want him.

He had failed again.

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A/N: ...SOB The plot bunny made me write it, I SWEAR! I know, Seifer is odd and confusing and THE BAD ANALOGIES THEY KEEL ME! I wanted to write a slash scene but it kept countering my ideas with newer, more angsty ones that I just CAN'T BLOODY SEEM TO WRITE! ;; And I feel like Nida wants to commit suicide soon or something, but is he stronger than that? I know I wrote possible char death on the thingy but NOT AFTER ONLY SIX CHAPTERS! WAAH!

Maybe I'll start quoting The Matrix, or something.