SBQ: Sorry for the delay, my stupid brothers having been taking up my time. Thank you for the encouraging reviews. I've made comments to the reviews in my bio because I've heard that this website deletes accounts if you answer back to reviewers.
Squall: (Shocked) I'm so pathetic in this story. (Reads over the chapter and winces)
Seifer: I know, isn't it great! (Hugs Squall)
Capitulate
'Seifer,' a soft sigh escaped from that chocolate haired male's delicate pink lips. His eyes transfixed upon a photo of Seifer shirtless. The blonde's body was beautifully bronzed and magnificently toned. His abs was a work of art, so skilfully crafted onto that lustrous form. Squall licked his lips as he turned the page, of one of his many Seifer scrapbooks; the soft satin sheets of his bed cushioned his every movement. The scrapbooks contained thousands upon thousands of photos of Seifer doing regular activities such riding on a bike or playing basketball to inmate activities. Those types of activities included Seifer showering and even being intimate with his then girlfriend Tifa Heartily.
He hatred that girl with a sturdy passion, she wasn't good enough for him in Squall's opinion. Tifa and Rinoa Heartily: the most annoying pair of sisters ever to walk the planet. Seifer had recently broken up with Tifa due to the geographical strains that would have present in their relationship, if they had wished to continue it. The blonde thought it was for the best, if the two were to go their separate ways. There was no point in his view to continue a relationship that wouldn't last. It was for best that Tifa parted for university as Seifer's friend. He watched a heartbroken Seifer from afar, the blonde refused to do anything for a couple of days all because of that stupid bitch.
Even though Squall knew that it was a decision made by both parties, he couldn't help, but to blame Tifa. He hated seeing that pained expression across Seifer's face, a pout truly didn't suit him. He honestly felt like going up to the male and saying 'Turn that frown upside down.' But of course, Squall couldn't comply, a whole working sentence in the presence of Seifer, well a sentence with any meaning to it anyway.
What he didn't understand was how all of sudden his best friend, Zell had managed to become such close friends with Seifer, the man of his dreams. He knew that Zell and Seifer were on the basketball team together but he didn't think that they were much closer than that.
Squall sat up from his bed abruptly as his thoughts continued to unravel. He slammed the scrapbook shut. Images flew into his mind of Zell and Seifer sharing a shower together after a game of basketball; suddenly he shook his head furiously for even thinking that way. Zell, was straight and loved the company of women, he didn't know why his mind allowed him to think on those lines.
Jealously; it reared its ugly head again. The brunette couldn't control the emotions that lay deep within him. It scared him to a degree that he felt animosity towards himself. It truly disgusted him that he could; love, lust and loathe Seifer all in a space of a few minutes.
Squall picked up his private remote control and pressed a sequence of buttons, this caused one of his bookshelves to spin around, revealing another book shelf, his Seifer book shelf. He carefully placed the book into its rightful place and returned his bookshelf to its correct position. His room had a lot of secret components like that. Being Laguna Loire's son did have its perks.
Squall just wanted to go to sleep now, even if it was the afternoon. He wanted to dream those sweet dreams he often had about that beautiful blonde but unfortunately for him that wouldn't be happening today.
"Squall," a voice cried out from the intercom system. The intercom was essential in Squall's home as sounds from one side of the house couldn't be heard in another due to the house being enormous.
A grunt escaped his lips as he walked over to the intercom and pressed the button to communicate back. "What is it, mom?"
"Sweetie, Zell's come over and it seems he has a friend with him," she replied in her usual sweet motherly manner. "I sent them to your living room."
'He hasn't…' Those were the first thoughts that came into the young man's head. "Thanks. I'll be right down," he voiced back into the intercom. 'Seifer…'
Seifer stared on with awe at his surroundings; his initial thought was 'this guy's got it made.' The elaborate environment had him speechless. His mouth just held in a position that was slightly ajar. Part of him felt like he was in a museum; in the ideology that he was not allowed to touch anything. To top it all off, he had found out from Zell that he was in Squall's personal living room. Squall's family had seven living rooms and the living room they had been standing in was only a small section of the area of the house that had been assigned to Squall.
'Man, there was me bragging about my place,' his left eyebrow rose instinctually, when it felt the footsteps of a new presence emerging.
"Squall," Zell cried trying to hide all his discomfort due to the whole situation he had dug himself into.
"Hey Zell," his greeting was casual. "Mom mentioned you brought someone with you." He stared at Seifer.
"You mean that hot brunette back there, was your mom," Seifer choked at the new revelation.
"Pardon?" Squall questioned baffled by Seifer's words.
"Wait till you see his sister," Zell jeered in; until he realised that he had opened his big mouth again.
"What the hell do you guys want?" Squall blurted angrily as he was unable to cope with anymore nonsense from Zell, he rolled his eyes in the process. At that moment, he couldn't care less of Seifer's opinion of him or so he thought.
"Just wanted to see how you're doing," Seifer answered slowly. "Is your dad around?"
Squall could barely keep it together but one look into Seifer's eyes and Squall melted. Those eyes were so childlike and full of wonder and that Squall didn't have the heart to refute. He had yet again been sucked into the world that revolved its entire existence on Seifer Almasy.
"Dad's out," he simply replied.
"Oh yeah, he's got that game against the Timber Owl's," Seifer remembered. "Your dad is one of the oldest players out there and yet he still plays like he did 20 years ago. Kiros Seagill was a great player in his day but he can't quite cut it like your dad."
"Uncle Kiros is still better than some of the crap that they let on the court and it's hardly fair to say that since his knee injury prohibits him from playing to his maximum potential." Squall informed the blonde.
"Kiros Seagill has a knee injury!" Seifer blurted out. "You got to be kidding me; if he had an injury, the media would have exposed it."
Squall couldn't help but smile at Seifer's naivety. "You may know how to play basketball but you obviously oblivious to the way that the industry works and besides uncle Kiros wouldn't lie to me. Not to mention, that he's been less secretive about it, as of lately."
"Wait a minute, you call him Uncle Kiros?" Seifer questioned. Meanwhile Zell was mumbling softly in the background.
"Yeah, he makes me call him that," Squall sighed. "In fact most of dad's team mates make me call them 'Uncle.'"
Seifer's jaw almost hit the floor with that statement but he was here for business and he wasn't about to get sidetracked by the glamour of Squall's life. Zell had informed him on the basics of Squall but the rest of the information, Zell had been reluctant to talk about. Maybe because the big mouthed blonde had mouthed of something Squall didn't want to share. The quirky little blonde had told him "the best way to know Squall is to get to know him yourself."
In the back of Seifer's mind, he couldn't help but feel Squall had always been around him, his presence seemed so familiar and… comfortable. The other part of him was shocked that he hadn't noticed him before. The brunette would have fitted in with his posse perfectly. The blue eyed boy would have no problem picking up chicks and if he could play basketball, then even better they had common interests.
"So Squall, would you mind showing me your court?" Seifer asked hesitantly realising he was treading dangerous grounds.
The other boy frowned and looked at Zell, whose attention was solely on staring at the statue of a tiger that Squall had brought recently. "The outdoor one or the one indoor one?"
Seifer was now standing in Squall's personal basketball court. He had a mixture of feelings from admiration to jealously. Squall had the life Seifer would dream about every night.
Squall watched on at Seifer's childlike state as he absorbed in his surroundings. This was second time today he had seen Seifer like that. The first time he saw that expression today, he was sure Seifer hadn't noticed his presence. That expression was rare to Seifer's face. Squall desperately wanted his camera at that moment so he could capture that appearance. A soft smile tugged on the brunette's face but once he realised that Zell was gazing at him, he reformed to his old posture of discontent.
Seifer then looked at the walls to find pictures and photos of Squall's father, Laguna spread across them. There were pictures of Laguna playing basketball, to him collecting trophies but the picture that stood out to him the most was a photo of Laguna and what looked like a toddler, Squall.
Squall looked so adorable in that picture. The innocence and curiosity in those ice-blue eyes shone through the photo. Laguna was behind Squall, appearing to teach Squall how to shoot the ball into the basket. Squall was just clutching the ball tightly and his smile shone through like the sun.
Squall noticed. "Dad wanted to me to follow in his footsteps."
"Must be hard," Seifer sighed. Part of him seemed to understand there and then, the reluctance Squall had in joining the team. He turned around to see the confusion portrayed on Squall's face. "Following in your dad's footsteps, I mean. The pressure must be immense."
Squall couldn't reply but Seifer noticed the hidden frown beneath the façade. "Zell, do you mind if me and Squall have a private conversation."
"No, I don't mind," Zell quickly answered. If anything Zell was desperate to get out of his surroundings, the environment strangely made him feel weird as if he didn't belong there.
"Squall, I'm just going to go and shoot some hoops in the outdoor court," Zell informed the brunette.
"Knock yourself out.'
The room became silent as Zell left. Seifer's eye twitched for a moment, it was a normal expression that Squall had observed was generally used when Seifer was deliberating on what to say. Squall could not help but to look at Seifer's chest. The blonde was wearing a white T-shirt that clung to body revealing his abs and the other perfections of his form. Squall couldn't help but to scratch the back of his neck, a horrific habit he had picked up from his father in positions of anxiety, except Squall wasn't nervous, he was in a state of lust. He bit his bottom lip softly.
"I don't know why, Squall, even though I haven't seen you play, something inside of me is screaming that you're an amazing player," Seifer broke the silence.
"Maybe your instincts are wrong," Squall quickly retorted. 'How am I ever going to get through a whole conversation with Seifer without some backup? Great, for once I need Zell and he bails on me.'
"No, I don't think so. Your behaviour right now is proving that."
"You don't know anything." Squall whispered.
"I know that you love basketball as much as I love it… but you're scared," the blonde spoke softly yet clearly; making sure that he let Squall know that he had heard his comment.
'Seifer's not exactly a brain, if anything his last report card is revealing he needs some sort of extra tutoring but his psychoanalysis of me has been pretty spot on,' Squall mentally panicked, the lust was withdrawing from within him and turning into nervousness.
"You're scared because of your dad," Seifer started.
"Let's not talk about it," Squall interrupted.
"Okay," Seifer raised his hands in defeat. "Look, if you join, I'll make sure your dad doesn't find out, okay."
"What's in it for me?" Squall asked. "If my dad finds out, it'll be like torture and I don't like lying to my dad about stuff."
"Okay to compensate for that, I'll join one of those clubs you seem to be thrilled about." Seifer smirked. "That way, if worst comes to worse then at least I suffer along with you. What do you say?"
"There's still the possibility, I'm not as good as you presume," Squall brought alight Seifer's worst case scenario.
"I don't think I'm wrong, in this case," The blonde's confidence in the brunette was extremely high and with that in Squall's mind how could he refuse.
"We've got a deal," Squall sighed showing a lack of enthusiasm on the outside but in the inside he was overjoyed with happiness. Happiness because he would be able to be close to Seifer and this stage in his life he knew that was closest he'd probably ever get to the blonde.
SBQ: Questions that have been raised in reviews will be answered in due time. Squall will start to reveal himself in due time. Sorry about any grammar or spelling errors. My twin brother is stupid and my other siblings who are much smarter didn't have the time to read over it. I know I shouldn't blame others but myself but siblings are different.
Seifer: (Thinking about Squall in a basket ball uniform)
SBQ: (Joins him in his thinking)
Squall: Perverts.
