AN: Its me again, with a rather long update. It was hard to cut this one up, so I put it all in! Heh.

Hikari Heijin: Thanks again! I know..hehe, I didnt want to write that chick with Seiffy, but I had to! I need to show what his life is like, and I apologize in advance, theres going to be a similar scene soon..Dont kill me! heh..:)

angelsobssession: Thats good to hear! I hope you enjoy the rest of it ! :)

I have a question for anyone reading at the end, if you have a moment, maybe you can help me make a decision? :) thanks in advance!

Disclaimer: I dont own anything.

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"Where's Squall?" Zell asked innocently, as he looked around the table at lunch the next day. Rinoa stared at her food, miles away. "I haven't seen the commander for a couple of days," Irvine noticed his lack lately too. Quistis wondered if she should answer for Rinoa, as she didn't look too willing to do so.

Rinoa sighed; unable to meet their gaze, "I wouldn't expect him back any time soon," with that she got up, leaving the group with more questions.

"What does that mean?" Selphie whispered a little too loudly. Quistis held up her hand, leaning in so it stayed within the group, she didn't want the other students knowing their commander had run off somewhere. "I don't want you guys to repeat this, alright?" getting nods all around, she thought how to explain it best without giving away too much. Rinoa and her had gotten close in the past few months, and she knew things had deteriorated drastically between Squall and Rinoa as of late. She wasn't surprised to hear they had fought and Squall had stormed off, although she was confused as to why they fought. Rinoa hadn't wanted to get into details, and Quistis thought Rinoa was embarrassed talking about some of the issues; she wasn't going to pry into their private lives.

"Squall needed to be alone for a bit, I think the work was getting to him, and putting a strain on both Squall and Rinoa, as well as their relationship," she saw the others sympathize with a nod or smile of understanding, "so for now, try not to bring it up to Rinoa, she's still stressed about it."

"Do you know when he'll be back?" Zell was surprised, he hadn't noticed Squall being stressed, he had seemed fine to him, well, as fine as Squall was really. Quistis shook her head, "he'll be back when he's ready."

"Yeah," Selphie said slowly, "poor Squally, he should just ask for help if he needs it with work," she pouted.

"You know he won't," Quistis smiled, "Squall will always be Squall when it comes to that."

"Heh, guess you're right," Selphie's beaming smile back, "Lets cheer Rinoa up! We'll all go out tonight! She'll feel so much better after a few drinks and some dancing," she squealed.

"That's a good idea," Quistis agreed, "I'll talk to Rinoa about it."

"I know I could use the break," Irvine pulled his hat over his eyes, leaning back with a lopsided smile.

"Break from what exactly?" Selphie tilted her head, her hands on her hips, "you haven't been doing any of the duties I've given you for the festival!"

"Ah come on, we still got eight weeks till that," he pleaded.

"Well, at least you know when it is," she smiled now, he just grinned, she was too cute.

Zell stood up, "I'll see you later guys," sticking his hands in his pockets, his gaze on the ground, he walked off slowly and unlike himself towards the library.


Squall was laying in bed, listening to the excited jabber of the people in the hallway. Fuck, can't he even sleep in peace? Looking to the clock, he noticed it was already 1:36 in the afternoon. He had slept in, but that's because he had spent most of the evening staring at his griever necklace, thinking about everything.

He had fallen asleep finally at some point in his jacket. "Ugh," sitting up, he pulled the jacket off; he was sweaty and needed to shower. Pulling his shirt over his head, he ran his bare fingers through his damp hair, the hair a little more cooperative now that it was damp. He finally got up, tossing off his belts and stepping out of his pants and onto the cool tile in the bathroom. He glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing his tired eyes looking back at him, the griever necklace around his bare pale chest.

He touched his scar, feeling the rough texture under his smooth long fingers and last night's incident came back to him. He slumped, his head hanging down as he leaned on the sink, what was wrong with him?

Letting Seifer get to him like that and punching him. He usually could ignore most of the blonde's taunts. He was sick of his self indulgence and pushed it out of his mind, letting the water run, feeling its warmth. Releasing a long breath once he stepped in, and his mind went completely blank as he felt the wonderful heat massaging his lithe body. Pushing his hair back out of his face as he sat back in the tub, he rested his head against the wall of the tub. He stayed like that for a long time until his body reminded him of its need.

He cursed, he had no money on him to buy any food and he was starving. He would speak to the manager and see if he could arrange something.


"What happened man?" Raijin stared at Seifer's swollen nose. "Broken?" asked Fujin.

"Nah, its fine," he grumbled, "a little present from puberty boy," he smirked.

Raijin exchanged a look with Fujin, "you got him back didn't ya?"

"All in good time," Seifer sipped at his drink, casting a glance at the time in the bar, "speaking of. Destiny awaits me." He rose, winking at them, "I've got a date with puberty." Turning as he tucked one hand in his pocket, giving them a small wave over his shoulder as he left the bar.

He was dressed in cream slacks, and a tight black t-shirt with his usual collar on around his neck. Despite his nose, he had a wicked smirk on his face, his brilliant green eyes more so. Though Raijin and Fujin had just arrived, he would drink with them later, he had plans tonight.

Several minutes later, Seifer walked out casually, hands in his pockets as he decided he had enough time for a stroll.


"There's a message for you Mr. Leonheart," the young lady at the reception desk handed him a folded over piece of paper. Squall glanced at it, a frown forming as he read it.

Squall, I need to see you tonight. Meet me at the usual place at the pier. I'll be waiting.. Rinoa

"Did you see who dropped off this note?" he asked as he held it up between his fingers.

"No Mr. Leonheart," she shook her head," it was left here before my shift started."

He found it odd that it would be typed, but thought he'd check it out anyhow, even though he felt suspicious it might a prank; he wanted to face them. He mentally prepared himself and headed to the pier. He didn't expect to actually see Rinoa there, but gave in to his curiosity to see what would happen.

Fully alert, he arrived finally, it was now dark out, and only the lights from the city reflected on the black waters. The salty breeze picked up from earlier in the day. Squall stood waiting, glancing about for any unwelcome visitors. Honestly, deep down he wanted a fight.

He sliced though the air with his gunblade, his leather jacket creaking with the motion. He continued like this for a few moments before getting bored of it, slinging his gunblade against his shoulder and into the air. He looked about, seeing a couple in the distance walking together. Pressing his fine brows together, he decided he no longer cared for the prankster to show and headed back to the Inn.

Upon arriving at the Inn, Squall checked with the reception to see if anyone had asked for him, receiving a negative he trudged to his room, his blade dangling loosely at his side. He cautiously entered the room, trying not to make much noise in case the prankster had decided to wait for him.

Checking the bathroom and looking around his small room, he finally let out a breath, walking over to the case on the desk that he had gone back to retrieve, he stowed his gunblade away. Leaving only a small lamp on for the necessary light, he took his jacket off and hung it off the back of a chair. He never much liked light and would have preferred to sit in the dark but thought tonight to leave it on in case.

He sighed, looking out the window from the third floor. The night was pretty quiet, only the occasional car or so driving by, two groups of young people talking loudly and laughing as what he assumed was on the way to the local bar.

So boring….

He squeezed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes, leaning his weight on his right leg. He didn't know what to do anymore. The idea of going back to the Garden made his headache worse and the last image of Rinoa crying burned though him, paining him.

"Hyne, why can't it all just go away," he opened his eyes, a lost look softening his features. He hated feelings, why can't he just be numb? They made him weak, made everyone weak.

He went to his bed to try to sleep, lack of anything better to do even though it was fairly early, he really just wanted to sleep and never wake up. He suddenly felt a strange warmth come over him, he froze.

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"What -," the words died on his tongue that now no longer responded. Fear and panic screamed in his veins as he suddenly found his body ignoring his commands. His eyes wide, but that was all he could move.

What the hell is going on? I can't move!

His breathing grew rapid, he tried with all his physical and mental strength to move, but nothing happened. He was completely rooted to the spot in front of his bed, his arms loosely at his sides, a slight tilt to his head.

Too late now, he realized what that feeling had been. He had set off a trigger spell of stop. That stupid fucking spell, he couldn't counter it, he would just have to stay there until it faded and Hyne only knew when it would. He would have hung his head in defeat if he could move.

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What felt like an eternity passed before Squall heard a noise at his door. He tried desperately to turn his head but unfortunately for him he was facing away from the door and towards the bed; the spell didn't show any signs of weakening. He was going insane with just standing there for what actually had only been a couple of hours and was now almost grateful that something was happening.

He heard the door open and close, the rustling of clothes as the door was locked, then heavy footsteps followed, heading towards him. By the sound of it, he figured it was a man, and then it finally dawned on him. .Seifer …

I am an Idiot, he grumbled to himself.

He really just completely and literally walked into that trap. He had so much on his mind he must have not been thinking right to realize this till now.

Fuck, guess what he's going do he said helplessly inside his mind, which really wasn't unusual for him.

"I'm surprised at you," the expected voice mocked, "I would have thought you'd gotten out of this by now." Seifer walked around till he was facing the angry little brunette, leaning down so that his face was level with his, he raised an eyebrow, smiling, "I guess I gave you too much credit to set up the other triggers."

Seifer mentally disarmed them as he sat down in front of Squall, his usual smirk in place as he leaned back on his elbows, glancing about the room. Squall noticed the slight redness on Seifer's face, he smiled inwardly for that punch last night; he was proud he'd left a mark.

"Not a bad room for free," his tilted his head, watching Squall's face closely, noticing his expressive eyes since that was all he seemed to be able to affect in stop. "Being commander has its perks, eh Squally?" he chuckled when he saw him roll his eyes as if saying, "is this what you came to say? Make it at least worth my time."

It's funny really, how in silence Squall would reveal more than when he spoke, but he guessed stop spell or not, that was Squall, and Seifer had become used to him and probably one of the few who got him.

"You see, the beauty of this Squally, is that I can stay here all night, talking all night and you have to listen," he grinned evilly, "not like can walk away this time. Even feels like always," he laughed under his breath.

Squall wanted to punch him again, he knew Seifer was right, and he also knew that if Seifer really wanted to irritate him, he'd stop at nothing to do so, even if it meant he'd stay all night talking, just so he could piss the hell out of Squall.

"I wonder why I didn't think of this before," Seifer chuckled, amused by himself, "you should consider yourself lucky that I've gone through all this trouble and devoted all this time just for you," he sat up, looking into Squall's eyes, he grinned even more, seeing how infuriated the pretty boy was. He took his time taking Squall in; with Squall being unable to turn away Seifer knew it would bother him immensely to be stared at.

Stop fucking staring at me, asshole Squall growled inwardly. Don't you have a life or bitch to go back to?

Seifer had to admit to himself; this was fun. He hadn't had this much fun in along time, he felt deliriously content and happy. He also noted how much Squall looked like a chick, actually he made a very hot chick; he shook his head.

Squall could only wonder at what the idiot in front of him was thinking, he actually couldn't care less as long as Seifer remained quiet; he knew that silence wouldn't last long.

"Has anyone told you you're a good listener?" Seifer got up, walking up to the gunblade case, "its cause you never interrupt or offer an opinion. Never mind the fact that you aren't listening most of the time. Probably talking to yourself right now, aren't you?"

Squall heard the click of the case being opened, DON'T touch it.. I'm going to kill him when this wears off. Squall was about to explode, Seifer was pushing every possible "Piss me off" button, he was messing around with his stuff.

"Must be freaking interesting in that head of yours, since you spend all day in there," Seifer looked back at Squall, not surprisingly getting no reaction and almost hearing the "whatever" in his head, "Or maybe you just keep it all in since you're so dull and pessimistic."

Just die, drop dead

Squall prayed. Seifer lifted the gunblade out of the case; he had to admit that at least Squall took care of his things. It didn't show its use as much as it should have, and was completely clean and freshly polished.

Given when you've got nothing that matters to you, Seifer thought as he swiped at the air near enough to Squall that he felt the blade whiz by his ear. If it was possible, Squall tensed further, wondering just how far Seifer was going to go.

He hadn't really believed Seifer would cause him any serious harm, but he had also thought that at the point he received his scar. Seifer was unpredictable that way.

"Your gunblade's a lot lighter than mine," Seifer noted, but Squall caught the insult in it. Squall had a remark but unable to say anything he sighed in frustration. Seifer sensed the change and placing the gunblade back, decided to take it up one more level.

He was grinning broadly, completely and thoroughly enjoying himself, like a little kid sneaking into his older brother's room to rummage through it.

He walked up in front of Squall, watching those eagle eyes fasten on him. Seifer let his eyes trail down till he caught sight of Squall's other favorite possession, and with a teasing tone, "precious griever," he touched his fingers to Squall's necklace that hung loosely around a broad silver chain; it looked out of place on Squall's delicate frame, but that contradiction was Squall within himself, opposites co-existing and constantly in battle, no wonder the poor boy was always so moody.

Squall let out a feral growl as Seifer lifted griever closer so he could study it for the first time. "You know, I've always wanted to see this close up," Seifer whispered, his face now inches from Squall's as he leaned in to examine it.

Squall found himself imprinting every detail of Seifer's face into his mind. He saw Seifer's unguarded eyes for a brief moment as he honestly seemed taken by griever. Squall noticed then how long Seifer's light blond lashes were, his green eyes so bright against it and his tanned skin. Squall envied him that.

Seifer looked up, his face still where it had been, a little lower than Squall's. He resisted the urge to touch Squall's silky hair, it looks so soft, whoa, where did that come from? Seifer noticed Squall's demeanor had changed, he seemed uncertain, his eyes relaxed, softening his face dramatically to the point it almost startled Seifer.

All Seifer could think was why the hells he looking at me like that?

Their closeness presenting an opportunity Seifer just couldn't resist nor would he. His eyes lost heir edge as they fell to Squall's pouty lips that were partially open, he could have sworn Squall's breath hitched momentarily as he leaned in closer till he could feel the other's now erratic shallow breathing on his own lips.

His eyes glided up to Squalls, and he almost backed off his original plan; they looked so confused and helpless, sad and expectant at the same time.

Seifer felt a tug at his heart but he shoved at that, his own ego demanding satisfaction as opposed to sparing Squall.

Squall was staring at Seifer, feeling the heat on his face from Seifer's gaze and breath, sending warm delirious shivers through him. He wanted to turn away and yet he was at the same moment glad he couldn't move. He forced himself to breathe, feeling light headed.

The slow smirk eased venomously onto Seifer's face, Squall stared in shock, shaken out of that haze that had just as suddenly gone as it came, leaving him feeling like a complete and utter fool.

"What the hell," Seifer straightened himself up, his head tilted back, his eyes wide and mocking, "you actually thought I was going to kiss you, you fairy?" A laugh tore through Seifer, though a bit forced, while tears threatened to sting Squall's eyes, he was going to kill him, one way or another.

"Hyne," Seifer placed his hands on Squall's shoulders, worsening it, and seeing the murder in his eyes his sheer delight at the misery was too much, "sorry to disappoint you there Squally, but I not that desperate," laughter threatening to erupt again, "wait till the others hear about this shit," laughter shaking his body.

Squall was no longer listening; he was in a world where there was no Seifer, nothing, nothing but existence. A moment of eternity that didn't abide by time

"Shit Squall," Seifer wiped at his eyes, his laughter now subsiding to tiredness. "I've given you enough of my time, that spell should be wearing off fairly soon." Now quite sure why he told Squall that as he gave the boy a strange look, but Squall was gone. Seeing the detachment, just a cutout of Squall was there, Seifer had succeeded in pushing him far enough. Contently, Seifer walked out, closing the door on the frozen figure of Squall.


AN: Well, what did ya think? :) I had a question though, would you prefer I dont change the rating to R for a scene in the future (for sexual stuff), or should I just rewrite it to suit PG13? let me know!