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Part V
Squall let his heart-rate slow, now that he knew that Seifer was ok. He'd been so frightened when he heard the crash, for a moment he thought his heart would explode at the sight of Seifer crumpled in the shower, the water still beating down on him. He sank down onto his bed, drawing the covers over his legs and waist, leaving his bare chest uncovered as he considered everything that had occurred through-out the day. He'd dumped Rinoa, unable to keep up the pretence anymore that he was straight.
He disliked hiding what he was, even though garden protocol didn't accept gay couples within the school. He had been working to try and change that, but it had been hard enough to convince Cid and the others to accept Seifer back at the garden, let alone convince them that gay couples should be accepted as readily as heterosexual couples. He knew he could argue himself blue over the topic and get nowhere, he needed something to get the point across that gay couples were no different to others, something so convincing that they would be open to the idea.
The one problem was that Squall, usually so cool and collected, the one that usually had all the answers, continued to draw a blank on the one thing that mattered most to him. He hated feeling useless. The sound of Seifer returning made him turn to watch Seifer as he crawled into his own bed, reaching out to turn off the one remaining light.
"Thanks Squall." Squall opened his mouth to respond and then saw the outline of Seifer holding his hand out, stalling whatever Squall would have said.
"Don't ask why, just thank you." Seifer whispered the words and Squall nodded and drew the covers up around his shoulders, silently wishing Seifer was gay. He hated feeling useless towards his emotions. Rinoa had been good for one thing. She'd convinced him to come out of his shell and he found that accepting his emotions and dealing with them was better than ignoring them. But these emotions didn't fit easily into any rational way to deal with them. He couldn't tell Seifer that he was the cause of his problems, nor could he talk to anyone else about it. He was in-between a rock and a hard place as the saying went.
Squall woke to find Seifer at the window again, looking out at the early morning sun. Squall swung his legs from the bed before standing and stretching his arms above his head. He was so happy that him and Seifer were getting on better than they ever had, even at the orphanage. Squall was careful to keep his back hidden from everyone, but last night he had forgotten to pull a shirt on.
"Leonhart? What the fuck?" He felt Seifer's hand on his back and jerked around, stepping back, a frightened caged look in his eyes. He stumbled backwards, his eyes on the ground as he ran into the wall. Seifer couldn't know! Not now, not ever. No one would talk to him again if they knew. Seifer pinned him against the wall and tipped his head up.
"When did that happen? 'cause I swear I never did that." Squall shook his head, Seifer had been too late to scar his back so badly. But it was something he wouldn't speak about.
"Seifer, let me away from the wall." Squall was surprised he could keep his voice so neutral as he was shaking inside with fear. Seifer frowned, but stepped back, letting Squall draw a t-shirt on over his back, covering what he knew to be very scarred flesh. Seifer advanced on him as Squall slid into his leather pants and wrapped his belts around his waist.
"Squall, when did it happen?"
"Seifer, don't ask. I can't tell you, not now, not ever." Squall slid Lionheart into its holster and stepped from the room, instantly assaulted by several tens of cadets, SeeD's and instructors, all demanding something. He pushed through them, slinging his jacket around his shoulders as he headed up to his office. He turned the crowd as he waited for the elevator.
"Put all your questions, complaints and whatever in writing and have it sent to my desk." Squall stepped into the elevator and pressed the 'close door' button. He punched in his code and waited as the elevator took him down to his office. He hated dealing with the questions, 'are you dating the sorceress?', 'do we need to teach them para-magic if they're naturals?'. All the stupid questions that commonsense answered for you.
Part V
Squall let his heart-rate slow, now that he knew that Seifer was ok. He'd been so frightened when he heard the crash, for a moment he thought his heart would explode at the sight of Seifer crumpled in the shower, the water still beating down on him. He sank down onto his bed, drawing the covers over his legs and waist, leaving his bare chest uncovered as he considered everything that had occurred through-out the day. He'd dumped Rinoa, unable to keep up the pretence anymore that he was straight.
He disliked hiding what he was, even though garden protocol didn't accept gay couples within the school. He had been working to try and change that, but it had been hard enough to convince Cid and the others to accept Seifer back at the garden, let alone convince them that gay couples should be accepted as readily as heterosexual couples. He knew he could argue himself blue over the topic and get nowhere, he needed something to get the point across that gay couples were no different to others, something so convincing that they would be open to the idea.
The one problem was that Squall, usually so cool and collected, the one that usually had all the answers, continued to draw a blank on the one thing that mattered most to him. He hated feeling useless. The sound of Seifer returning made him turn to watch Seifer as he crawled into his own bed, reaching out to turn off the one remaining light.
"Thanks Squall." Squall opened his mouth to respond and then saw the outline of Seifer holding his hand out, stalling whatever Squall would have said.
"Don't ask why, just thank you." Seifer whispered the words and Squall nodded and drew the covers up around his shoulders, silently wishing Seifer was gay. He hated feeling useless towards his emotions. Rinoa had been good for one thing. She'd convinced him to come out of his shell and he found that accepting his emotions and dealing with them was better than ignoring them. But these emotions didn't fit easily into any rational way to deal with them. He couldn't tell Seifer that he was the cause of his problems, nor could he talk to anyone else about it. He was in-between a rock and a hard place as the saying went.
Squall woke to find Seifer at the window again, looking out at the early morning sun. Squall swung his legs from the bed before standing and stretching his arms above his head. He was so happy that him and Seifer were getting on better than they ever had, even at the orphanage. Squall was careful to keep his back hidden from everyone, but last night he had forgotten to pull a shirt on.
"Leonhart? What the fuck?" He felt Seifer's hand on his back and jerked around, stepping back, a frightened caged look in his eyes. He stumbled backwards, his eyes on the ground as he ran into the wall. Seifer couldn't know! Not now, not ever. No one would talk to him again if they knew. Seifer pinned him against the wall and tipped his head up.
"When did that happen? 'cause I swear I never did that." Squall shook his head, Seifer had been too late to scar his back so badly. But it was something he wouldn't speak about.
"Seifer, let me away from the wall." Squall was surprised he could keep his voice so neutral as he was shaking inside with fear. Seifer frowned, but stepped back, letting Squall draw a t-shirt on over his back, covering what he knew to be very scarred flesh. Seifer advanced on him as Squall slid into his leather pants and wrapped his belts around his waist.
"Squall, when did it happen?"
"Seifer, don't ask. I can't tell you, not now, not ever." Squall slid Lionheart into its holster and stepped from the room, instantly assaulted by several tens of cadets, SeeD's and instructors, all demanding something. He pushed through them, slinging his jacket around his shoulders as he headed up to his office. He turned the crowd as he waited for the elevator.
"Put all your questions, complaints and whatever in writing and have it sent to my desk." Squall stepped into the elevator and pressed the 'close door' button. He punched in his code and waited as the elevator took him down to his office. He hated dealing with the questions, 'are you dating the sorceress?', 'do we need to teach them para-magic if they're naturals?'. All the stupid questions that commonsense answered for you.