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Warning: This fic contains Yaoi, which means guy-on-guy action, drug use, swearing and descriptive scenes (mainly containing blood and guts) that might disturb some people. Do not read if you don't like. Flamers will be used to roast marshmallows on. Not suitable for kiddies.
JCKA - glad you like you it and sorry about the swearing. I didn't think I put too much in. For being my first reviewer, you can have a cookie! (Hands cookie to JCKA) enjoy! ;)
Chapter 3 Druggie's Hell
Squall stood shocked at the sight that was before him. Seifer was sitting on his bed, sleeves rolled up holding a syringe above his m, filled with a murky liquid which could of only been drugs.
"What the fuck!"
Seifer looked up in shock, staring at the intruder before he recognised whom it was. His mouth turned up in snarl.
"What do you want?" he growled as he stuck the syringe into his arm, injecting the liquid, mindless of his audience.
"Seifer, what…" Squall trailed off, unable to find the words to the question he most desperately needed answered. He watched as Seifer rolled down his sleeve and dumped the used syringe into the bin, removing all traces of what had happened.
"What do you want Squall? I thought that you weren't the type to talk too lowly dumpster trash such as myself" Seifer snarled sarcastically at the prone boy. Squall snapped out of his daze.
"What are you thinking Seifer? How…"
"That's the point Squall!" Seifer yelled. "I stop thinking with this stuff. Stop thinking, stop remembering and just be for a few blissful hours."
Squall just shock his head and clenched his fists.
"You're a fool Seifer, a complete fool"
"What's all this shouting for?" Quistis stood at the doorway, glaring at the boys. "I thought you were meant to be apologising, not fighting Squall!"
"I was going to apologise," Squall replied angrily, "until I came in and saw him shooting up!"
WHAT! SEIFER! You don't!" Quistis exclaimed, horrified.
"Just look at his arms Quistis, he's a fucken pin cushion." Seifer just stared at the two in a daze. And then started giggling. Squall and Quistis stoped and stared at the blonde, not quite comprehending what he was doing. Seifer was giggling. Seifer never giggled, but right now, he was doing a perfect imitation of Selphie on a sugar buzz, complete with the bounce.
"What the hell he's on?" Quistis asked, dazed.
"What ever Selphie's on I guess," Squall replied, just as dazed by the sight before him. By now, Seifer's giggle had turned into sidesplitting laughter and was rolling on the ground holding onto his sides, with tears streaming down his face.
"What are we going to do Squall?"
"Wait until it wears off, and then get him off of the stuff before it completely fucks him over" Squall replied firmly.
"There's no way that we can take him back to Garden in this condition, Dr K will have him kicked out in no time. She has no tolerance to drugs that she wouldn't prescribe. We'll need to find some place were we can take him which is away from the source, and wean him off somehow."
"My father has a cabin up in Trabia. I'll see if we can use that" Squall replied thoughtfully.
"Great. Now all we need to do is somehow get Seifer to the cabin" Quistis replied, casting a glance at the Blonde man sitting on the floor. Siefer's madding laughter has finally subsided to giggles as he stared insanely at a picture on the wall.
"And quick. He's kind of scary like this. At least I understand an angry, murdering Seifer, but a laughing, flying Seifer? Just beyond my scope."
"I agree. I'll go talk to my father and we'll leave first thing. We better get him onto the bed. Stay and watch him while I'll get everything sorted. And while you're at it, find the rest of the stuff and dump it. Preferably before he wakes up." Squall said.
"Yes Sir"
"Don't 'Sir' me Quistis. We're not at work"
"Sorry Squall, force of habit. You give a order and I do the good SEED act and Sir you back." Quistis replied, smiling at the brunette who was staring at the sky as if saying 'Why me?' which he most likely was. The two SEED's finally managed to move the now sleeping ex knight onto the bed, Squall pulling a blanket over him as an after thought.
"Make sure you get all of it Quistis. There's no point taking him away to get detoxed if he has plenty left on him to keep him happy." Squall called out as he left the room.
"Sure thing Squall" Quistis replied, even though Squall was long gone. Sighing to herself, Quistis proceeded to search through Seifer's things, flushing the offending drugs down the toilet.
Seifer woke up, feeling groggy from the drugs he had taken earlier.
"Damn, not good"
Slowly, the earlier events came back to him, Squall barging in, the fight, then the thought that Squall and Quistis where so hilarious, which resulted in the laughter that had sent him to the floor, helpless. Even now, his sides still hurt from it. Seifer smiled faintly at the memory. 'And here I was thinking that I didn't remember how to laugh'.
"Good Afternoon Seifer."
Seifer jumped and turned towards the chair. He hadn't even noticed Quistis sitting there, packed bags by her sides.
"You're going somewhere?" he asked, eyebrow arched.
"No, WE'RE going somewhere. Now come on, we need to leave now if we're going to make it there by sundown."
"What, no yelling, screaming, hitting?" Seifer asked, perplexed. "What have you got planned?" he asked suspiciously, as images of a large torture chamber filled his head, complete with Zell and Selphie, pumped fill of sugar, singing along to Nikki Webster. Shuddering, he turned towards Quistis, who just smiled and walked out of the room, bags in hand. Staring suspiciously at the retreating blonde, he grabbed his bag and followed her down the hall.
Seifer looked about the room. He had never been in the Raganork before, though he had heard about it. Not once did he ever imagine that he'd actually get to ride in it. For a space ship, it was OK, if a little out of date. 'Wouldn't want to fly about space in it though.'
"I forgot you haven't been in here before" Quistis spoke from the doorway. "Despite being old, she still has some life in her. Of course, we've improved her over the year. She's Selphie's pride and joy."
"Hn, whatever."
"Hey, that's what I'm meant to say" came Squall's voice over the intercom.
"Come down here and say that to my face" Seifer snapped towards the speaker.
"If I did that, the no body would be flying, and we'll crash and burn," Squall replied logically.
"Wow, like that's going to bother me" Seifer retorted.
"Now now Seifer, we can't have an attitude like that," Quistis said smiling. Seifer glared at her. "OK, what's going on? You two have been acting funny and I want to know why."
"And how have we been acting funny Seifer dear?" Quistis replied, still smiling.
"Well for starters, you've both been acting extremely nice, instead of yelling and screaming at me. Even puberty boy here has been giving me the honour of hearing full sentences from his mouth. What's going on and where are you taking me?"
"Wait and see."
Seifer glared at the blonde SEED, who proceeded to ignore the seething blonde beside her. After 5 minutes of unsuccessful glaring Seifer finally gave up and instead glared at the wall.
"We're in the middle of NO WHERE! You guys have got to be kidding me," Seifer said shrilling to the two amused SEEDS. They had made it to the log cabin in record time, and were in the middle of unloading their supplies, when Seifer, just awoken from his catnap, had decided to come and see where they had landed. A log cabin in the middle of nowhere was not what he had expected. The torture chamber was starting to look cosy.
"Why are we here" Seifer asked, turning away from the offending building to look at the SEEDs.
"Well, we were originally going to take you back to Garden from Esther, but in light of the recent events, we decided to take a pit stop up here in little lonely Trabia for a couple of weeks" Quistis told him, smiling at the look plastered on Seifer's face.
"But but but…"
"No buts Seifer" Squall broke in. "we're here so that you can clean up. That means no drugs, no alcohol, just bottled water and cough syrup, which is not that tasty, so just go inside and get your bags unpacked. Now."
Seifer glared at the brunette before slinging his bag over his shoulder and storming into the cabin, slamming the door behind him.
"Well, he took that rather well, don't you think?" Quistis remarked to Squall.
"I don't think he's looked in his bag lately" Squall replied, grinning.
"THE STUPID DUMBARSE MOTHER FUCKER PECIES OF SHITS…"
Their grins grew wider.
Dear Diary,
The last month was horrific on me, on both my body and my mind. I still can't believe that they put me through that. The cravings started first, small and easily ignored. But they grew, until all I could think off was Shot, Shot, Shot. Constantly going through my head. I think I begged Squall at one stage, gripping onto his leg and crying like a baby. At times, the world would spin out of focus, and I would feel so numb, like I wasn't really in my body anymore. That scared me, though I'll never admit it. My moods would go up and down; one moment I'm on the floor crying, then suddenly I'm on my feet in a rage, ready to harm anything in my way. I recall throwing Squall across the room in one of my rages; they tied me down after that. But worst was the long forgotten memories that came back to haunt me. My past. The blood. The screams. The people I knew, most who had died, like my father. His death haunted me the most. Even now, if I listen hard enough, I can still hear his last breathes, gargling from the blood in his lungs…but I don't really want to talk about that.
I don't really remember much, but I do remember the feeling of the lack of control I had other myself. It was as though I was back under HER control again, unable to do anything but watch as MY hand brought Hyprion down on the victims in front of me, MY voice that taunted Squall cruelly, unable to stop, to do anything. It was a nightmare. I recall glimpises of Squall cooling my forehead with a flannel, Quistis giving me small sips of water, I guess I must have had a fever. No surprise I don't remember anything. I wonder if I said anything, and if they could understand it. Would I call out in my natural tounge, our in their tongue, which I have used for so long. Sometimes its hard to find a place where I belong. But that's another entry for another time. But if this experience had taught me anything, its that I never want to go through detox again.
VBS
The first 3 weeks were horrific for them all. It took a day for the cravings to set in, turning the once proud and strong Seifer into a quivering ball of mess, begging and screaming for a shot. In the end, they had resorted to tying him down to his bed when he became violent, smashing chairs, and even threw Squall across the room. Fever came and went constantly, leaving Seifer in a constant state of delirium, ranting in another language that the two were not familiar with, sometimes screaming in rage, other times begging and pleading, with tears streaming down his face. And all they could do was watch as Seifer was painfully weaned off of the substance that had taken control of his life. It seemed that it would never end, but slowly, it did just that. By the end of the month, Seifer was looking and feeling much better, thought he had lost a lot of weight and there were times when his hand would shake, but better he was.
"So Squall, you think its time we went back to Garden?" Quistis asked one night while washing up after dinner.
"I guess so" Squall replied. "We'll still need to keep an eye on him though, to make sure that he doesn't go back on them."
"Or feel a bit of vengeance from the students" Quistis added, "He's not the most loved person in the world."
Squall frowned. "There is that. I doubt that it would be safe for him to return to his old room. We'll have to bunk him down with someone until everyone gets use to his presence. But who?"
"Not Zell" Quistis stated firmly. "Seifer would drive him made within a week, if Zell doesn't string him up on the ceiling fan first. Irvine would be no good either. He'd be too busy flirting to watch Seifer 24/7"
"And I doubt he'd really want to be anywhere near that room when Irvine's banging Selphie either."
"Well he can't crash with me" Quistis stated firmly, "which leaves only you Squall"
"What. But Rinoa..."
"Can crash in with Selphie. She's hardly there at all, spending her time at Irvine's dorm so they won't be getting in the way of each other. You're the only other person who we can trust to look after Seifer, and besides" Quistis added, "you're about the only person who has some semblance of control over Seifer. You're the best person for the job."
"I guess it could work" Squall said reluctantly.
"Great, now lets get packed and leave this Hyne-forsaken place. Seifer was right, this place is in the middle of no where and I can't wait to get back to civilization."
"I agree with you on that."
AN: Not to sure how this chapter turned out. I didn't want to go to deep with Seifer's drug problem cuz it's only a little side bit to get into the story and doesn't play a big part. The next couple of chapters will be dealing with Reno, Cloud and Gaia (FFVII world – as Square Enix calls it), so you won't be seeing Seifer in the Garden just yet. Reviews are always welcome, as is critical criticism (not flames).