AN: Okkkkaayyy, so this is another really long chappie.. Im sorry!! Would you prefer I cut them short? I just never know how to separate them.. :/

Anyhow….notes at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer : I own nothing but a long lasting love for Seifer and Squall, so don't sue!

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"Oh Hyne," Seifer groaned, squinting against the light, his head throbbing so loudly he could hear water dripping in his neighbor's bathroom.

I drank too much

It took him a few minutes to remember where he was, and then he'd wished he hadn't. Last night came back to him full force, and he covered his face with his hands and swore.

I tried to fuck puberty boy. What the hell was I thinking? Well, he did look stunning, and if one looked at him through hazy eyes he could be a gorgeous girl too.

"And I thought he was difficult enough to deal with before," he swore again. He knew that that was completely stupid of him, and that he was going to be made to regret it, hell, he regretted it now.

Really, what was I thinking? Disgusted with himself, he decided to get cleaned.


Squall had spent the rest of the night and morning hiding away again in a hotel room. It seemed a habit of his now. He felt more confused and depressed than when he left Garden.

The room's windows were still blocked by the curtains, although a few stray rays managed to break into the dark room where Squall lay on the bed, his jacket thrown to the side along with his leather pants and boots. Lovely storm eyes calm, resting his head back over the pillow so that his hair fell around his face, spilling its velvety locks onto the pillow. He looked at peace, but he was far from it.

He felt angry and disgusted with Seifer, but mostly he was ashamed of how much he wanted it, how wonderful it was to feel Seifer's hands all over him, touching him and burning him with lust and desire. He couldn't believe how turned on he had been.

He was torn, because at the same time he wanted to strangle Seifer because he knew Seifer had figured out how to fuck with his head and was doing so in the worst way possible.

Squall would have preferred if he made fun of him again, insulted and beat him, as opposed to call him gorgeous and then practically rape him.

I'm so weak and pathetic.

He sighed softly, closing his eyes, his long lashes dark against his pale skin. The memory of the heat on his lips felt as real as it had been then.

He threw his blanket off, standing up to clear his head, he didn't do much to cover his nudity and it felt cold in the room. He decided to get something to eat and try to not think.

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Seifer ruffled the damp locks, breaking apart their wet bond when a single loud knock sounded. Leaning back to view the door, seeing it unlocked still from when Squall fled.

Okay, stop thinking about that, what's done is done.

"It's open," he knew it to be Fujin and Raijin. Hyne, those two really were protective, always checking on him, he smiled inwardly, but feigned nuisance anyhow, "yes I'm alive. The ice princess didn't murder me in my sleep." He heard the familiar steps as he lowered himself at the table into a stiff chair, glowering at them over his glass of juice, "no thanks to you two, leaving the princess here."

"Sorry man," Raijin scratched the back of his head, "just thought you might want to hear what he had to say, ya know?"

Seifer chuckled, sipping at the juice. Fujin raised a brow over the covered eye, leaving a rather strange effect, "whats funny?" She sat down too, pulling the chair back with her foot, her arms crossed the entire time.

"Squall probably wishes he had strangled me in my sleep when he had the chance," placing the glass down, watching the juice's calm surface. He let out a quick huff and waved his hand in the air to dismiss it.

Fujin and Raijin exchanged a look before looking back to Seifer, who suddenly looked like a lost child as he poked at the glass, his expression confused and embarrassed, a softened version of Squall's usual frown on his angelic face.

One of Fujin's rare smiles warmed her face, softening it drastically, "you know you can always stay with us if things don't work out with a new job."

Seifer looked up, he couldn't help but smile back just as warmly, touched once again by their never ending kindness and loyalty, "I know, but I wouldn't want to," his smile widening to a grin, "Something always comes up."

"Are you going to consider Squall's offer?" Raijin decided to help himself to a glass of water, looking very large in the short kitchen.

"His offer?" Seifer knitted his brows, "guess he never got a chance to tell me." He laughed, rather embarrassed at himself, the move reminding him of the hangover he still had and he visibly winced, "why'd you let me drink so much last night?" he grumbled.

Fujin looked at her watch, and touching Seifer's shoulder stood, "We're gonna be late," she placed a folded note in front of Seifer, "talk to him. I think it would be a good idea to take him up on it."

Before he could read the note, seeing it was now an address and room number, they had already retreated, not desiring to advocate their preference further.

"Fuck," Seifer considered crumbling the paper, but instead pocketed it, knowing his friends wouldn't insist if they didn't think it was the best thing for him.

What the hell am I going to say to him? Sorry for attacking you, I was drunk and horny. Well, it was the basic truth.

Feeling strangely anxious at seeing Squall, he decided he'd go for a walk first and clear the hangover a little before that. He knew things always turned ugly fast between them, and he didn't need to be fighting with this bloody headache.

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Squall was standing at the window, watching the streets as he tried to still his world to the point it dissolved into nothing, into a continuing moment that never ended and he stopped existing in that eternity.

Several hours would pass while he was in this daze; today he was not so pleased as sound at the door stirred his mind. Turning to just stare at the door with a lethargic look, dull yet still ware.

The one curtain was pulled partially open, casting enough light to view the general layout of the room and its contents, but not enough to see it all clearly.

Squall stood to its side, the light casting shadows on his face, the pale skin stark in the dark.

A soft knock cased him to gather his mask. Another knock several minutes later, this person was patient. Squall stood still as a statue, not making a move to open the door until a familiar voice disturbed his silence, "come on Squall. I promise to keep my hands off you."

His grayish eyes narrowed to slits, like hell he was going to open that door now. He didn't know what Seifer thought Squall would react like to announcing himself.

"Don't flatter yourself commander, I was drunk, I'd never do that in a normal state of mind. Why the hell would I?" Seifer's frustration coming through, though he tried his best to conceal it, he didn't come to start anything again.

Smirking, he got an idea and very loudly began to announce to everyone in the hallway and within earshot, "Squall Leonheart, last night was magical and I just have to see you again," dramatically drawing out his words and making sure he clearly said Squall's name.

Squall's eyes opened wide in horror as Seifer continued, beginning to describe Squall in an explicit and sensual manner that would leave no doubt to anyone listening how the older man had meant it.

He cursed loudly and stormed for the door before Seifer got any worse, quickly yanking the door open as Seifer began to very vividly describe the commander's perfectly sculptured ass.

He glared at an evilly grinning Seifer, who had one arm against the door frame, who still managed to notice the pale cheeks flushed with a soft pink.

Oh, I embarrassed puberty boy

The grin spread even more, he knew he was pushing it after last night but hell, it's the only thing he could think of, he knew how much Squall hated attention.

"What the hell do you want Seifer?" he hissed venomously, his jaw tight as he held the door.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" the blond smiled sensually, "people might think we're having a lover's quarrel."

Squall noticed a few doors in the hallway cracked open, with curious heads gazing at the boys. Squall huffed and walked back into the room, his arms folded as he stood in front of the window, his back to Seifer who casually strolled in like he'd been here a dozen times. The door closing with a soft click as the blond lazily plopped himself in an armchair, leaning back, "not bad for a hideout."

Squall sighed and remained quiet; trying not to show the tension he was feeling. He felt so anxious and strange. Seifer turned serious, his tone soft and matter of factorly, "Look Squall, I was drunk. Trust me, it will never happen again," he shrugged, "sides, you aren't my type anyhow." He just had to add that last part.

Squall's icy eyes clearly showed in the light that he shared with the window, he turned halfway, his profile to Seifer, "what do you want Almasy?"

"That's my question," he tilted his head, "you came to me." A thought struck him, "just what did you come to my former work for anyhow?" He hadn't figured that part out yet.

"That doesn't matter anymore," Squall looked down, his bangs hiding his pale face, Seifer's eyes focused on the soft pink lips moving, "but I had come to offer you a job at the Garden, it was only fair as I lost you yours."

Seifer's loud laugh caused him to jump. The blond wondered what he must have done to the kid for him to have a stupid idea like that.

"Have you lost what little of your mind you had Leonheart?" Seifer was seriously surprised at his offer, "they would come after me with torches and pitchforks the second I stepped a foot in there," he chuckled and shook his head, "no thanks. I'd rather starve jobless anyhow than take some stinking handouts."

"Fine," Squall tone was unassuming and without malice, "go back to your hole in the wall and drink what little money you have left. I offered you an alternative," losing interest Squall stared out the window.

"No you didn't," Seifer stood, moving closer to Squall who visibly tensed, turning and offering a nervous look before stepping back from him. "Fucks sake, stop being as jumpy as a school girl. I don't want anything from you. You couldn't possibly offer me anything." He leaned in closer, towering over the brunette, causing the desired effect of holding the pretty man's attention, "continue living in your polished world, but you offered nothing more than a different kind of death," he threw his arm out, indicating the window, "this isn't a life, nor is being a mercenary for hire. Id rather rot in my hole like the rat I am."

"If they are both death to you either way, then what difference does it make what you pick?" Squall flicked his bangs back from his eyes, "you're full of it Almasy."

"I might be, but at least I'm not a coward who runs when it becomes too real for me," he smirked as Squall shot him daggers, wishing him death again.

"What the hell do you know of my life?" Squall hissed, "Nothing."

"Enough," Seifer headed toward the door, "I know enough to see you haven't changed one bit since being that brat at the orphanage."

"Whatever," Squall just could no longer be bothered, deciding to do what he did best and what pissed Seifer off the most, he completely ignored him and laid down on the bed, one arm over his eyes.

"Typical of ya," Seifer shook his head, "I'm going now. I've wasted enough time." Seifer studied Squall momentarily before heading off, "just remember Squall, I understand you better than you do yourself," mocking a salute, "Commander." Leaving Squall to his thoughts.

-

Seifer pondered a difficult question as he walked back home.

Just what did he consider a life?

He couldn't picture a single path that brought him any satisfaction nor happiness, at least not any realistic ones.

I guess it's the rat hole for me

He tried to convince himself drinking a lot and hanging out with Fu and Rai would carry him through to the end of his pointless existence.

He found himself recalling a movie he had watched as a child, about a knight and a dragon, and for some reason feeling comforted by its memory as he entered his apartment. He sat at a chair, a stupid smile on his face.

So much for my romantic dream.

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"Have you heard from Squall yet?" Zell was unnaturally serious and quiet, "It's been almost a week since he took off." He stared at his shoes.

"I know Zell," Quistis smiled reassuringly, "he just needs break, but he's fine. You know he can take care of himself."

"Oh, I know that," he shuffled nervously, "I meant his state of mind. Never seen him like this before," he whispered the last part. He cared a great deal for Squall, but felt helpless, like being on the wrong side of the wall.

Slumping, he sighed.

"Zell, we're all worried about him, but he won't listen till he's ready, best we can do is be there for him when he needs us." Quistis' soothing warm voice did bring up his hopes slightly and he half smiled.

"Come on," he nodded and headed to the combat class they were teaching. They would demonstrate how an attack style such as Zell's could easily be countered by a more defensive style like the one Quistis had and vice versa. In order to become powerful fighters, they needed to see the weakness and lack of each tactic, and the duo did a great job.

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Keying in his code, Squall entered his dorm. It has been a while and he noticed he wasn't alone as a soft rustling caught his attention. He felt filthy and just wanted to shower and change.

His Squeaking shoes announced themselves to Rinoa, the familiar sound causing her to freeze in her packing, and she stared up from the bed where she sat folding her clothes into a large suitcase.

Squall stood at the door to the bedroom, his face blank and calm, his gorgeous eyes examining her case; he made no excuses for his absence, he didn't owe her any.

Rinoa restrained the happiness that wanted to explode from her upon seeing her Squall, but she knew he was struggling and the last thing she should be is clingy, especially since they were broken up.

"Squall," she smiled gently, her eyes warm but sad, "I'm glad you're alright." Noticing his gaze linger on her things haphazardly spread around the room, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just getting the rest of my stuff. I hadn't had the chance," she begun to quickly gather those.

Squall nodded and went to the closet, pulling off his short leather jacket, neatly placing it on the stool near him as he then picked out a fresh black shirt and dark baggy jeans, "I'm going to take a shower," he mumbled, locking the bathroom door behind him.

Rinoa found herself staring at the door, as the last slap of reality set in; they really were over.

She sank to the bed, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared at the shirt in her hands. Memories of when they had shared showers, and some of the best intimate moments together afterwards, where he would have wrapped his arms around her, and she leaned back against him. She would look up and study him, while his wet hair would occasionally drip down on her face, startling her, and making him chuckle.

Few really heard Squall laugh, and she thought it was a horrible shame. His deep throaty laugh was so sensual, and wonderful to her ears. She would always get a shiver hearing that, and now he would probably never show her that side again. She wanted to evaporate into nothing; she was empty now.

Everything that used to matter was replaced or tainted by Squall, now it felt like there was nothing left. She couldn't bear to see him when he came out of his shower; grateful he took such long showers; she finished packing her bag and left quickly.

-

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When he finally came out, changed into the fresh clothes, he mentally thanked her.

Going to his phone, he checked his messages, receiving some from the usual suspects, and noticing Rinoa had been respectful enough of his privacy to not check them.

There was a lot of work to be done, breathing deeply he focused all his energy on his schedule, now happy to do so and forget about other matters that were plaguing him. The festival was drawing near, and that ensured more paperwork.

Pushing his wet hair back, where it stayed due to being fairly damp still, he glanced out his window where he had a view of the gardens and smiled sadly as he touched griever.

He thought about what Seifer had said earlier, about what one considered a life, and Squall knew this was how he'd spend his, mindlessly distracting himself till it ended, where it would get easier with age; his life meant nothing to him, but he'd never try to end it, it was just pointless.

Strange how two rivals would feel the same about the core of their existence and still be able to be so different.

-


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Seifer tucked his hands into his pockets, rubbing them against the material to warm them up. His white slacks were worn, so the thinned material didn't offer much warmth. Giving up on the idea, Seifer pulled the white trench coat tighter, holding it closed over his favorite dark blue vest with white borders and accents. He knew he looked good in this but had he known it was going to be so cold.

The night air was crisp, the wind biting with a chill to it. The moon being almost full lit up the night, and it was quite lively for such a cold night. The people around him walking briskly and close together to keep warm, and made much for one of his other favorite sites; cold girls with barely enough on, ready for a night out. Not to mention the delectables of the other gender.

He smiled to himself, having finally reached the nightclub of his choice.

"Seifer, it's been awhile my man," the bouncer smiled, looking odd set within a jaw that was too square and a forehead that was too high.

The had talked a few times, for it always good to be friendly with the bouncer, and Seifer had found his stories entertaining; seemed though Seifer never failed to impress the guy.

Seifer felt the guy was kind of intimidated by him, not by his size since Sammy was bigger than him, but just in general. He dismissed it for the most part.

"Too long," Seifer admitted as he raked his fingers quickly through the styled blonde hair.

"On the prowl tonight?" Sammy's eyes glistened with mischief.

"I'll see what's on the offering," Seifer smirked and patted one of the man's large arms as he went in.

The night club was packed tonight.

Good.

He loved the energy buzzing from a building full of drunk and horny, and for the most part barely clothed people. His eyes did the usual scan as he made his way to the bar. He saw Vixen was working tonight, a short haired petite brunette who seemed far too young to be working there.

"Hey hot stuff," she grinned with delight, showing her perfect smile as he came up to the bar, "I made a bet with the other girls," she paused as he gave her a curious look, "a bet whether you got a girlfriend and that's why you've been coming here less."

He smirked, fully aware of her gaze as he leaned closer to her, arms folded on the counter. Seifer had always been rather good at sensing how people felt towards him, and his ego loved the long look she gave him, more specifically his bare bronzed chest beneath the vest that didn't cover much.

"What did you bet?" his rich eyes looking deeply into her bright blues. She grinned even more, if possible, and leaned in closer, taking in every inch of the sex god that stood in front of her.

He was so fucking gorgeous, and the bastard knew it.

He was so cocky but she loved it even more. He was a favorite topic of conversation among the girls who worked there whenever he showed up. They would speak of how good he looked that night wearing what he did, and how ugly or slutty the lucky bitch he picked up that night was; not without a hint of jealousy.

"I knew you'd be back soon, and that a girlfriend wouldn't be the reason you'd be gone for awhile," she tilted her head, winking, "I was right wasn't I?"

"You know me too well," he smiled, "who needs a girlfriend when I've got you girls."

"You need only give the word gorgeous," she gave him a lusty look and he chuckled, "what will you have?"

"Just the usual, but stronger," he placed the cash on the counter as she prepared it, taking a longer look around to see who caught his attention.

There were numerous familiar faces, this city wasn't that big, and it was a good thing it became a tourist attraction ever since all that crap that happened a year ago, the beaches and harbors were the main draw, and have grown rapidly in a very short time to accommodate the growing interest. He spotted a few women that were potentials but no one seemed to jump out at him.

"Here you go, made with a little something extra," she placed his change, giggling as he gave her a curious look, and downed the drink.

"Wanna put your coat back here honey?" she extended her hand, he was usually able to have one of the girls to keep his coat, he hated paying for something like that.

"If you want me to take it off, just ask," he gave a devilish smile as he removed it, it was far too warm now; that 'little something' was already kicking in and warmed his chilled body.

Vixen made an appreciative and agreeable sound, running her hand along Seifer's exposed arm before reaching the hand and taking the offered coat, "that's much better," she purred.

He loved this place, "I'll see you later babe," he smiled and walked off into the dense crowd.

He felt the gazes more than saw them; his eyes were focusing on a brunette he could see at a corner table. She was sitting with two other girls and they looked to have had a few drinks already and were talking loudly.

Whenever he would look around him, or more so down since he seemed to be taller than ninety percent of the people in the club, he would have a slight smirk at the young ones eyeing him as he made his way past them.

The brunette seemed preoccupied with her friends as he came up. She had her shoulder length brown hair gelled into chunks, giving it a strange look, and he could see from the tight blue top she was nicely endowed. Her short loose dark skirt showing off smooth beautiful long legs, with a pair of sexy heels strapped around her ankles.

She was hot, and his prime target tonight.

Her friends noticed him first, she turned, giving a view of her large black eyes, accentuating her exotic look.

He gave a cool smile to the girl, and to her friends. The brunette smiled back as he seated himself next to her. Her movements were a little sluggish, and he could tell she was a little drunk, but not beyond her senses. He was feeling a little flushed himself; he'd have to watch the use of 'strong' around Vixen.

"Do you usually sit at someone's table without introducing yourself?" the girl asked, her eyes raking his body, as he had done moments ago.

"No," he smirked, "Seifer."

"Alexandra," she extended her hand which he took briefly, "that's Casey, and this is Rose."

Casey leaned forward to 'whisper', which consisted of shouting in the loud club, "I saw you flirting with the bartender. Did she turn you down?" the long haired blond girl was very close to his face when she pulled back, a silly smile on her face.

"You have it wrong," he answered, half yelling through the techno music blaring. The tables would jar with the bass. "She was hitting on me," Casey laughed as he went on, "we're old friends." He looked to Alexandra and she seemed to no longer care about Vixen. He noted that they had already been watching him.

"Are you from around here Seifer?" Rose, a raven haired pale girl, asked curiously. She seemed the most sober of the girls.

"I live here," he looked to the dance floor, having followed Alexandra's gaze.

Addressing all of them, "you girls wanna dance?" they all nodded eagerly. The dance floor was already crowded, forcing a few people to move as they joined the crowd.

Once the girls started dancing, they decided to go wild. It seemed they had been waiting for someone to ask them to dance, and dove right into it.

Seifer didn't mind dancing, and was actually quite good at it, but he only did it for the sex that would come afterwards. He found it a great excuse to feel everyone up, grind with them and practically fuck them right there without it being weird. The girls loved doing it, and he loved getting it.

It didn't take long for one of the girls, he wasn't even sure which one, to start grinding against him. He knew all the cues and what they wanted. These girls were sluts and he was enjoying it. Wrapping his arm around the girl's waist he began to grind back, feeling the deliciously thin material rubbing against his crotch.

He found by the end of a few songs the girls seemed to be bidding for his attention, but what really caught his attention was the way they interacted with each other.

He couldn't help but grin when he realized it, he was going to get more than what he bargained for.

After a few more songs, and many grinds later, the girls wanted to take a break.

Seifer excused himself to go the bathroom. Despite feeling good mentally, he was actually rather light headed. Going into the black tiled and poorly lit bathroom, he washed his face, glancing at himself in the mirror.

He looked flushed, and his hair a little out of place from the girls grabbing it while dancing. A loud bang from a bathroom stall door opening caught his attention. He hadn't actually noticed anyone in the bathroom, which wasn't like him.

Loud cursing ensued from the stranger and Seifer gave in to his curiosity and walked over to the stall at the end that all the noise was coming from.

There was a guy sitting down on the disgusting floor, a tight muscle shirt showing off the guy's nipple piercings. His short dark hair spiked up, but with a few longer strands hanging down. The young man also had his ears pierced, and was fairly attractive, and very high.

Seifer chuckled and started heading back when he heard the guy call something out. He couldn't make it out, so he turned, the man had gotten up and stood with his eyes half closed, staring at Seifer.

"What?" Seifer asked, not wanting to really deal with this man.

"Do you have any?" the man stumbled closer, and partially leaned on Seifer, holding onto Seifer's arms for support.

"No, sorry," Seifer went to shake the man off, who was actually almost his height if he wouldn't stoop over.

The man didn't seem to hear Seifer and only continued to stare at Seifer in a daze. He was close enough for Seifer to see dried saliva on his cheek, and the glazed brown eyes.

The man leaned in, attempting to kiss Seifer. Seifer laughed in horror and amusement, who knew what the hell this guy was shooting up, he shoved him back hard against the stall, "back off man," Seifer warned, forcing his face into a frown, but finding it too amusing to be serious.

The man looked completely unfazed, and with a very eerie smile, said very simply, "let me suck your dick."

Seifer found himself laughing and with that left the stoned man.

Coming back to the table, Alexandra pouted and placed her hand on his forearm, "what took you so long?" she whined.

"Just some freak in the bathroom," he shrugged with a smirk, "offered to such my dick. I was thinking his offer over."

"What?" the girls laughed, along with him. Casey whispered in his ear, giving him a promising look into the future. He just grinned, giving her a look that said 'anytime you're ready'.

An hour later, the four were heading to one of the girl's apartments. She lived alone and so they wouldn't be interrupted. Rose and Casey had their arms around each other's waists, with one leaning her head against the other's shoulder. On Seifer's side Alexandra did her best to walk. He half carried her there.

Once they got there, and he saw the girls who had been so intimate share a long passionate kiss, he knew he was in for one hell of a night. Alexandra draped herself around his neck, dragging him towards the bed.

He didn't resist.

-


-

"Hey, looks like Seifer forgot his jacket," one of the girls picked up the coat, holding it up.

"Oh, guess he was so distracted he forgot," Vixen laughed, "he must have been making up for lost time." She snickered. "I'll take it to him tomorrow, he's probably gonna have a late night," she knew where he lived, she'd been there a few times, not that anything happened disappointingly enough; seemed Seifer only slept with people he knew for no more than a day.

Oh well

She finished cleaning up.


Seifer looked over to the sleeping forms all sharing the one bed. Alexandra's face was turned away with only a little of her profile showing, and the two other girls cuddled up against each other.

Seifer blinked, studying Alexandra, she looked ..familiar..

It struck him like a slap that from this angle, she looked like Squall. Her hair, her pretty features.

Now that feels weird.

Squall? What made him think of that? The thought of sleeping with Squall played in his mind a very brief moment before he expelled it.

He forced himself to not start doing that again, and just when he thought he was rid of those strange images, he remembered clear as day feeling Squall hard under his hand, his lithe body squirming delightfully under him, making him want to pin the boy down and just.

Wait a minute. What the fuck? Seifer really needed to get some air now.

Dressing quickly, he left and only when outside in the biting chill did he realize he forgot his coat.

SHIT! Just perfect….

He muttered, gritting his teeth. Deciding running home would clear his head and warm him up. He'd also get there a lot faster.

-

-


It was around two in the afternoon when Vixen decided to call on Seifer. He stumbled out of 'bed', which really was just his couch, wearing a pair of loose pajama bottoms that sat low at his hips, threatening to fall.

"Come on sunshine," Vixen teased through the door, "before I decide to keep this gorgeous coat." The door opened, "not on your life babe," a tired looking half nude Seifer mumbled and plucked the coat out of her hands. She let herself in, "well, you really should leave your coat behind more often," she licked her lips as she walked around him, "at least on my shift."

He laughed softly and closed the door, despite how he seems, Seifer took very good care of his few belongings and hung his coat up before collapsing back on the couch, "its too early to be horny," he grumbled, though a half smile was on his lips.

Vixen laughed, "You can't even say that with a straight face," she sat on the couch too, her leg next to his own as he leaned his head against the arm rest.

"You're right. Being horny is great at any hour," he stated.

"From the looks of it last night you had plenty of fun," she teased. Seifer just smiled, and made an appreciative sound. She frowned suddenly, "hey, aren't you supposed to be at work right now?"

"No," he said simply.

"Oh," she touched his calf, as it was the only thing within reach, "I'm sorry. You can always help out at the club. Could use some strong muscle, and a bit of eye candy for the girls."

"Not that it doesn't sound great, but I wouldn't make enough doing that," he sighed, rubbing his temples.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," he lifted his arms, extending them over his head and onto the arm rest, "doesn't seem to be much work around here at the moment."

"You gonna be okay for money till you can find something?" She decided to climb over top of him, resting her small figure on top of him, her arms across his broad chest.

She had to admit she was incredibly attracted to Seifer, but knew he'd never go for it. So he never minded when she did things like this, its almost like he kinda just let her have her fun, and she hoped that wasn't the case, and that it was more he didn't mind but enjoyed it too.

"I dunno," he looked at the window while she studied his face. He looked worried, though he seemed to wanna try to hide it. Feeling bad at ruining his mood, she perked up, "you could always dance," he looked at her amused.

"You'd make a fortune!" she added.

He touched the side of her head, "probably more than you could," and started to sit up, forcing her off.

"You know, I'd be insulted if I didn't think that's the truth," she stood now as he did.

"I'm gonna shower," he nodded to the coat, "thanks."

"Hopefully you'll come by more often?" she smiled warmly," free drinks on me."

He nodded, a slight smile on his lips, "I'll seeya."

With that she left, casting a longing look at the door once it closed.

Ah well, at least he's nice to me..

She walked off.

-


Though refreshed by his shower, Seifer noticed he didn't have much left to eat while he rummaged his fridge. He was also out of cash, having spent the last of it on drinks, not the wisest decision.

His rent will be due soon too.

I suppose I can always move in with Fujin and Raijin.

He cared a great deal about them, but he really couldn't stand living with anyone, and really didn't want to burden them either. They barely had enough, much less to feed an extra person. Maybe he could take the job at the bar and support himself a little? But he just couldn't. He just can't live like that.

Sighing, he sat down on a chair, his head in his hands. His wet hair cooling his hands.

The only thing that seemed for some crazy reason to stand out in his mind as a solution was taking Squall up on his offer.

If it still applied, that is.

He didn't know why, but he felt excited about it, and looked forward to being at the Garden again. It brought him back to when before his life sucked and he actually looked forward to his future; before he screwed it over.

He decided this might be a chance to start fresh, and besides, he really didn't have many options available to him. He had decided, but how'd he be able to show up without making a scene? He'd have to sneak into the Garden and see Squall.

He didn't think they'd actually even let him in, Why cant it ever be easy? Bah, because it would be boring that way.


AN: So what did you think?? I hope you enjoyed it :)

serina258- Thanks so much! Im so happy you like it -grins-

Biskit - Hehe, thanks! I like the way he turned out too, I was a little worried about that cause Ive read alot of very girl Squalls and didnt wanna fall into that.

Hikari Heijin - Im sooo sorry! I know, I know..but Seifer had to! He told me to write it that way! -hopes you dont hate me- hehe...I found it hard to share him too, even if its my own fault :/ Heheh...but thank you sooooo much for your support :) you are awesome, and I really hope you enjoyed the chappie... heh.

Any comments guys??? :) Anyhow, soon there will some SXS goodness...not long now! I have the whole story finished already, its just a matter of me typing it up from my notebook -a full note book left now!