Seifer's back, back again ... let's have some fun!
Part VI
Seifer watched Squall run from him. He couldn't believe the horror that Squall's back was. There were deep angry red gashes, pale deep white gashes, white lines that were barely there and red gashes that just ran along the surface. He closed his eyes and wondered how the horror had occurred. Who had scarred the perfect back. Seifer recalled his images from when he'd walked in on Squall and realised that he hadn't seen Squall's back. He'd had his front facing Seifer and he'd been standing at an angle, making it impossible for Seifer to see his back when he'd walked in. Now he understood why Squall didn't care, his back had been hidden and that was obviously the only thing that worried him.
He stepped from the dorm and headed down to Squall's office. It took several tries to convince someone to take him down to his office. He still didn't understand why his office was in the basement when Cid had had his on the third floor. He stepped through the door without even knocking and moved to press his hands against the desk, leaning forward towards the sleeping lion in his chair. He was grateful he'd closed the door behind himself. He considered how he was going to wake Squall when one of Squall's eyes opened and met his gaze before closing again.
"What are you doing here Seifer?" Seifer jumped and he heard a soft chuckle coming from Squall before Squall sat up and smiled at him.
"I want to continue our talk about your back." He almost gasped at how quickly Squall's smile died and the warmth in his eyes disappeared.
"I don't want to talk about it Seifer." He couldn't believe the coldness that coated his voice and he now understood why the others had labelled him as the 'ice prince'. He could really put ice into his words so that they stung. Seifer flinched back and stepped away.
"Ok, so it's ok for you to probe into areas of my life, but I've got to stay out of yours?" Seifer snarled the words and watched Squall flinch as well and close his eyes again.
"Ask anything you want, about anything. Just not my back." Squall spoke in a soft voice, his words slow and deliberate again. Seifer was surprised at how quickly he grew used to Squall's way of talking and the way he hardly ever met your gaze. He shook his head, not willing to let it drop so easily.
"Why not? I showed you the scars I bear, why won't you show me yours?"
"Mine hurt more than yours ever could." Squall's words, that could have been taken as prideful, were too full of pain to be taken as such. Seifer narrowed his gaze and leant forward again, forcing himself into Squall's personal space, making him open his eyes, to meet his gaze.
"How could you know how much mine pain me? How could you?!?"
"Are you blind Seifer?" He flinched back and his eyes narrowed again. How could Squall ask that? What had he missed that was so important? He followed Squall's eyes down to Squall's wrists and saw the scars there. Squall had suffered as he had, but he had pulled through by himself. How long had he been missing them? How long had they marred the pale skin?
"How long?"
"Nine years." Squall's cerulean eyes lifted back to Seifer's. Eyes that in their twenty years had seen so much horror, so much pain and suffering, eyes that had never had any innocence in them. Maybe that was why Seifer had been so drawn to him, seeing the difference between Squall and the others not in how he acted but what his eyes looked like. The lack on innocence had drawn Seifer to him like metal to lodestone. Zell, on the other hand, still had the innocence deep in his eyes. Seifer understood the difference, because there had never been any innocence in his own eyes. Squall's eyes could be so empty sometimes, that Seifer feared looking into them, incase he saw nothing at all deep within him. It was something that made Seifer wonder just how fragile Squall was inside.
"How did you ... manage to survive?"
"After the first time, I was put under surveillance twenty-four hours a day. A tiny little camera hovered around me. Surely you saw it?" Seifer cast his mind back and vaguely recalled a little thing flitting around Squall constantly.
"Vaguely, how was it bad when you're eleven?"
"Try being eleven again. If I recall that was the time you nearly pulverised Zell for saying something about your hair." Seifer blushed, remembering how offended he'd been from one little comment. He nodded to Squall, proving his point.
Part VI
Seifer watched Squall run from him. He couldn't believe the horror that Squall's back was. There were deep angry red gashes, pale deep white gashes, white lines that were barely there and red gashes that just ran along the surface. He closed his eyes and wondered how the horror had occurred. Who had scarred the perfect back. Seifer recalled his images from when he'd walked in on Squall and realised that he hadn't seen Squall's back. He'd had his front facing Seifer and he'd been standing at an angle, making it impossible for Seifer to see his back when he'd walked in. Now he understood why Squall didn't care, his back had been hidden and that was obviously the only thing that worried him.
He stepped from the dorm and headed down to Squall's office. It took several tries to convince someone to take him down to his office. He still didn't understand why his office was in the basement when Cid had had his on the third floor. He stepped through the door without even knocking and moved to press his hands against the desk, leaning forward towards the sleeping lion in his chair. He was grateful he'd closed the door behind himself. He considered how he was going to wake Squall when one of Squall's eyes opened and met his gaze before closing again.
"What are you doing here Seifer?" Seifer jumped and he heard a soft chuckle coming from Squall before Squall sat up and smiled at him.
"I want to continue our talk about your back." He almost gasped at how quickly Squall's smile died and the warmth in his eyes disappeared.
"I don't want to talk about it Seifer." He couldn't believe the coldness that coated his voice and he now understood why the others had labelled him as the 'ice prince'. He could really put ice into his words so that they stung. Seifer flinched back and stepped away.
"Ok, so it's ok for you to probe into areas of my life, but I've got to stay out of yours?" Seifer snarled the words and watched Squall flinch as well and close his eyes again.
"Ask anything you want, about anything. Just not my back." Squall spoke in a soft voice, his words slow and deliberate again. Seifer was surprised at how quickly he grew used to Squall's way of talking and the way he hardly ever met your gaze. He shook his head, not willing to let it drop so easily.
"Why not? I showed you the scars I bear, why won't you show me yours?"
"Mine hurt more than yours ever could." Squall's words, that could have been taken as prideful, were too full of pain to be taken as such. Seifer narrowed his gaze and leant forward again, forcing himself into Squall's personal space, making him open his eyes, to meet his gaze.
"How could you know how much mine pain me? How could you?!?"
"Are you blind Seifer?" He flinched back and his eyes narrowed again. How could Squall ask that? What had he missed that was so important? He followed Squall's eyes down to Squall's wrists and saw the scars there. Squall had suffered as he had, but he had pulled through by himself. How long had he been missing them? How long had they marred the pale skin?
"How long?"
"Nine years." Squall's cerulean eyes lifted back to Seifer's. Eyes that in their twenty years had seen so much horror, so much pain and suffering, eyes that had never had any innocence in them. Maybe that was why Seifer had been so drawn to him, seeing the difference between Squall and the others not in how he acted but what his eyes looked like. The lack on innocence had drawn Seifer to him like metal to lodestone. Zell, on the other hand, still had the innocence deep in his eyes. Seifer understood the difference, because there had never been any innocence in his own eyes. Squall's eyes could be so empty sometimes, that Seifer feared looking into them, incase he saw nothing at all deep within him. It was something that made Seifer wonder just how fragile Squall was inside.
"How did you ... manage to survive?"
"After the first time, I was put under surveillance twenty-four hours a day. A tiny little camera hovered around me. Surely you saw it?" Seifer cast his mind back and vaguely recalled a little thing flitting around Squall constantly.
"Vaguely, how was it bad when you're eleven?"
"Try being eleven again. If I recall that was the time you nearly pulverised Zell for saying something about your hair." Seifer blushed, remembering how offended he'd been from one little comment. He nodded to Squall, proving his point.