last ch. notes: that whole last chapter was just an idea that I wrote down a few years ago, and the only thing i wrote down was the dialouge! lol. But anywayz I'm sorry about the typo's in the last chapter, i didn't realize they were there because it was almost 3 AM. I'm lazy, so I won't fix it, but you all know what i mean anyway! I'll try and do better with the rest of the story. Enjoy the next chapter- DM
Seifer leaned against the shower tiles, water cascading down his back. He kept his eyes closed as he took in a few deep breaths, letting the hot water wash off the sweat and dirt, along with other things, that he'd aquired while in the Training Center.
After being bitched at by his former instructor, he'd had a good long work out. The blond smiled to himself as he remembered the angered look on Quistis face, the bright blue flames burning in her eyes. Everything was going just the way he wanted. No more Quistis to worry about, no more SeeD exams, no more Squall...especially no more Squall. He grimiced. Squall had been on his mind for the last week. Every time he saw him, he took special time to torment the younger male. But last night was different, last night, Squall had his chance.
12 AM, Dorm Halls
Seifer was out making sure that every student was in bed. And he meant every student. He smirked as he walked down the halls, he was sure his little stunt infront of the Headmaster had gotten Quistis' license revoked. This put him in his greatest mood yet. The blond was so busy thinking of other ways to make Quistis' life a living hell, that when he rounded a corner he didn't notice the one person he normally targeted.
After a few steps, Seifer stopped. The whole hall was filled with one of the most annoying sounds ever, the sound of pure silence. He turned around slowly, as if he was already mocking the other person.
"Squall Leonhart." Seifer smirked. "What are you doing out of your dorm at this time of night?" The shorter brunette scoffed and sneered at taller male.
"None of your damn business Almasy."
"Oh no Squall, it is my business. It's my business because I'm making it my bussiness." Seifer stated dead serious as he advanced towards Squall. The brunette just looked at the floor and tried to continue walking. But of course, Seifer couldn't have that.
"How disrespectful Leonhart, and stupid." he snarled as he grabbed the younger mans wrist and jerked him back to face him. "Turning your back on an enemy. I'd have expected better of a SeeD."
"Let me go Seifer..." Squall muttered, trying to pull his arm back.
"What was that Leonhart? I didn't quite hear that." the blond smirked and pulled Squall towards him, pretending that he didn't hear the brunette.
Squall's storm grey eyes looked up into Seifers bright green ones.
"Let GO of me." he said sternly.
Seifer stood, still holding onto Squall's wrist, his trade mark expression on his face. The brunette glared, making Seifer's ego go up 1000. Suddenly Squall pulled his wrist back, Seifer's hand still attached. Seifer was prepaired for a sharp blow to the face, like he'd gotten a few times before when Squall caught him off gaurd. But instead, he got a soft kiss on the lips. when he realized it, he stumbled backwards, landing sharply on his ass.
"Sick fag!" Seifer yelled up to Squall from the floor.
The brunette stood expressionless as he stared down at the older male.
The blond stood up and grabbed Squall by the collar of his jacket. He pushed him away, making Squall fall on the ground.
"Get to your dormroomqueer." Seifer snarled as Squall got off the ground and started walking down the hallway. Suddenly he stopped.
"Do queers have bad hearing? Get the hell to your dorm!" Seifer yelled.
The smaller of the two turned around to face him. His eyes slightly watery, the light in his eyes had faded. They were now just orbs of dull gray.
"Seifer...I..."
"Oh sick! You'd better not be thinking what I think you're going to say!" Seifer glared.
"Seifer...You're in my way." With that Squall walked towards him, and just barely passed him. Seifer jerked his arm away, making sure that contact was avoided.
"Get to bed faggot." Seifer called down the hallway, wiping his lips on his jacket sleeve.
Seifer finished rinsing his hair out. He'd been spacing off, thinking about that gay wimp. But...for some reason he didn't feel repulsed by it.
"ugh!" Seifer's voice echoed off the walls of the empty shower room. Thinking about not being repulsed by it repulsed Seifer. Even if that didn't make much sense, he made himself sick.
Seifer smiled to himself as he laid in bed. Hisevening had been full. An encounter with a love-sick fag, then stomping off to the Training Center, Meeting his former Instructor, having a nice long workout, followed by a hot shower. His life was good. Nothing, Not one single thing, could ruin this weekend.
AN: So? Was this chapter a disappointment? Tell me what you think, please review! I try my best, and please, if you have any suggestions, I'm totally open. -DarkMistress
