PRECIOUS CHAPTER THREE
Confusion Sets In
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
There's a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see it right through you
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
-Linkin Park Forgotten
Seifer watched in dazed horror as Squall stepped toward him, some kind of demented smile on his lips. It was the first time Seifer had ever seen Squall smile and he had the uncanny feeling that it might be the last. Squall brought up his gunblade in a kind of disjointed motion and then he twitched violently, turning his head from Seifer and jerking back and forth. Seifer almost stepped forward to help him but stopped just in time as Squall brought his blade flashing up within an inch of his face.
His head came up slowly and his steely eyes fixed onto Seifer's own bottle green. He started to laugh uncontrollably, shaking, his eyes were fluttering madly and he was convulsed every few seconds. He still kept his gunblade up though and Seifer brought his own up, barely preventing his own demise several times. Squall's insane attack didn't leave much time for thought but he did realize something. Ultimecia…
He was certain it was her influence that was causing Squall to flip out. Squall lunged a bit too far and Seifer took his opportunity, snatching Squall's arms and yanking him back. Holding Squall's arms at his sides, he leaned towards him. "God dammit Squall, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
Squall's eyelids fluttered and he suddenly wilted. "Nn…" Seifer found himself with a lump of dead weight in his arms and no matter how skinny Squall was, he was still heavy. Seifer managed to pick him up and put him over one of his shoulders, putting Squall's gunblade next to his own on his belt. The sand storm continued to rage around them and it was picking up speed.
Seifer managed to hunker down behind a rock, still holding Squall. In their little blockade, he surveyed his long time rival.
His clothing had changed, he realized, Ultimecia's doing? He now wore a black leather trench coat, almost as long as Seifer's own, with angel wings on the arms, in red and Griever on the back. He still wore the tight leather pants, Seifer smirked, some things just never change. However, he was shirtless and Seifer looked away, uncomfortable. He zipped up Squall's coat and then smiled at his own stupidity. Just what the hell're you trying to prove Almasy? That you don't want to jump his bones? He chuckled to himself and laid his head against the semi-cool stone, closing his eyes.
When he awoke the sand storm had cleared but Seifer was even more lost than he had been before. He stood and stretched before realizing that a certain brunette wasn't where he had left him. "Shit," he cursed, looking around wildly, annoyed with himself for falling asleep.
He spotted a familiar shape wandering away from him. As he watched it stumbled and fell, it lay in the sand and hit it once, furiously before trying to get up again, this time swaying uncertainly and falling hard. Seifer walked quickly towards him, slowing his pace as he reached the angry Squall.
Squall glared up at him, coldly but Seifer could see surprise there too. He smirked, aware of how much it irritated Squall when he did it. Squall's eyes narrowed and he got to his feet uncertainly, brushing the sand away with unsteady hands. Seifer watched him quietly, his arms crossed.
"What do you want Almasy?" he said frigidly.
To have mad wild sex with you. Now. "Nothing really," said Seifer breezily. "What're you doin' all the way out here?" he said, watching Squall getting more and more worked up because he didn't know why he was there. He had no idea whatsoever why he was all the way out here with Seifer of all people. His vision began to blur and shake and suddenly the ground tilted up at him.
He fell into the soft sand and Seifer chuckled, kneeling down beside him. "Stupid puberty boy," he grinned, lifted Squall onto his shoulder once more. He glanced over to the west, where the sun was sinking.
"So, if that's west," he murmured, facing the setting sun. Then he turned to the opposite direction. "Then that's east. And if I find the ocean then maybe I can follow it to the south…" And then I can find the sorceress. Glancing at Squall, who was seeming lighter by the minute, he sighed.
"Right now we need some shelter," he concluded for Squall's unconscious benefit. He glanced up at the sun again, shielding his eyes. He saw smoke.
"Dammit."
He reached Esthar in a record time and surveyed the damage with a faltering heart. The entire metropolis had been leveled; he couldn't see any buildings still standing… but one. Doctor Odine's laboratory still stood, untouched, completely out of place in the smoldering ruins. Seifer looked around frantically. Maybe the sorceress was inside…
He spotted an empty car only about 20 feet away from him. Walking over swiftly, he opened the back seat and tossed Squall in unceremoniously; slamming the door he leapt into the driver's seat and searched for keys. None. Shit… he hit the steering wheel in exasperation and slumped into the seat. An idea came to him and he reached into the backseat, grasping one of Squall's belts, he started to undo it. Squall moaned at the touched and wriggled around. Seifer flushed for a moment before realizing what he was doing and mentally punching himself. Don't be a fucking pussy!
Seifer took it off quickly and grabbed the little piece of metal used to hold the belt buckle in place. Slipping in into the ignition, he jiggled it around for a bit before the engine revved to life. Hell yeah! He pushed the gas all the way down and took off down the ruined Estharian highways.
He braked about 15 minutes later, reaching a toppled building that had smashed the highway. Why the fuck they made these things out of Plexiglas… he sighed, getting out of the car. Deeming Squall too heavy to carry, he tossed Squall's gunblade into the back seat with its sleeping master. He shut the door and then stared at Squall for a moment.
If he was left there for too long, he might get out and wander off. Probably a good idea to tie him up for the time being. Not too tight, so if Seifer died or didn't come back, Squall could still get loose, but tight enough that it'd take him a while to get loose. Now what to tie him up with?
His eyes landed on Squall's belts once again. These things really are useful; he realized as he unbuckled the rest of them and slid the last one from the ignition. He got into the back seat and knelt (the car was really roomy), wrapping a thick black belt around Squalls thin legs several times before buckling it and grinning in surprise at his bondage skills. Then again, after all the fun he'd had in Deling with the S&M club he supposed he shouldn't be so shocked.
Sliding up to Squall's arms, he decided to tie them around the front. He got the smaller, thinner, black belt for this job and looped it around Squall's bony wrists, no longer covered by gloves, then buckled it. Squall's eyes snapped open.
He was tied up. Seifer was smirking barely 2 inches from his face. He almost passed out again but managed to keep a loose hold on consciousness. "What-the-fuck-are-you-fucking-doing?" he hissed angrily, his eyes raging; a stormy grey now.
Seifer wondered if maybe he had gone too far this time but shrugged the thought off. "I thought we could have some fun Squally…" he teased, getting deliberately closer. Squall frowned at Seifer's playful cajolery, what the fuck was he doing?
"Let me go and get away," he said, firing each word off concisely like a gunshot but the bullets seemed to not have reached Seifer who just smirked and started to get out of the car. Squall threw his arms around Seifer's neck and prepared to choke him until he was let free again.
Then he realized what he had just done. Seifer's eyes were wide for a moment and then his familiar smirk lit up his face again. Squall almost screamed in frustration. He put his own hands, about the same size as Squalls, on the others face and his lips landed on Squalls before Squall knew what was happening. His mouth was wide in shock and Seifer took that as an invitation to slide his tongue right on in.
Squall had every intention of pushing away but suddenly Seifer's tongue rubbed up on the roof of his mouth and around his tongue and he melted for a moment before regaining composure almost instantly and tightening his grip on Seifer's neck. Seifer didn't pull back though, he just kept going and Squall felt himself getting hotter and hotter as Seifer's hands traced down his stomach, lower and lower and…
His eyes snapped open again. This wasn't the time for this shit. His friends dying faces stared at him from his memories and plus… this was just weird. He didn't want to be touched, not now, not ever. He pulled his face back and lifted his arms from Seifer instantly, pulling back into himself.
Seifer caught his arms, smirking. "Having problems puberty boy? I didn't peg you as playing for the same team…" he glanced meaningfully down at Squall's tight leather pants which were now tighter than they had ever been before.
Squall almost blushed but caught himself and gave Seifer the death glare of all death glares.
Seifer just chuckled, unfazed. "Catch you later Puberty boy," he said smirking as he got out of the car and shut the door on Squall. Squall looked up at Seifer as the tall blonde swaggered away. His eyes narrowed in frustration and rage as he tried to get into a sitting position and bumped something hard with his knee. He winced and then realized what he had bumped into. He looked down at his gunblade and then looked over at the steadily smaller figure of his arch rival. No expression crossed his face as he quickly cut the belts in two (they'd been on sale in Balamb anyway) and grabbed his blade, running after Seifer.
Seifer
Seifer stared up at the huge building and frowned. It seemed quiet but then again, you could never tell with her. She was pretty weird once you got down to it… He shrugged, shouldering Hyperion and climbing the steps quickly, the door slid open and he stepped in, not bothering to try to silence his movements. Stealth had never been one of his strong points.
Squall
What a fucking moron… Squall watched as Seifer walked into the only building left standing in Esthar. He had refused to allow himself the luxury of contemplating the meaning of the ruins, knowing it would only distract him. He would have time to grieve later, now he needed to track Seifer.
This wasn't very hard. The tall man walked right in the open, an easy target and if Squall had Irvine's skills he might've just taken the dumbass down.
Irvine… Squall shook his head and concentrated on the task at hand. His friends' memories depended on him upholding them and to do that, he had to take out their killer.
Seifer
The place was deathly silent, no noise whatsoever. Seifer had a problem with silence, probably after so many years of hanging around Squall. He hated it with a passion, it drove him mad. He usually made as much noise as possible whenever it happened to be too quiet which was probably why he and Squall fought so much, because the Great Commander couldn't stand too much noise. He frowned as he heard a creaking noise behind him and whirled, his gunblade slicing through the air before he stopped it at a slender pale neck.
The person watched him uncertainly as Seifer kept the gunblade level, pointed at their throat. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he hissed.
Oh…. Mysterious neh?
I wonder who it could be…
I had fun with that thing in the car, I know it wasn't very graphic but if someone can refer me to a good hot secks scene writer, I'd be much obliged. Although I'm not sure it's going to go that far between them.
Squall doesn't seem to care much about the physical realm while I think Seifer would be more reliant on it. But I don't know. I hope their personalities are okay, I think I'm writing them out alright…
I was thinking maybe this would only be about 3 chapters but it appears I was wrong.
And the song Forgotten, by Linkin park. Kind of reminded me of what Time Compression might be like I guess. Cheesy huh?
Thanks to Yoru-koi (Lady Black Mage)for the comment! I hope to write more or better eventually.
And also thanks to HellFenix. I'll definately keep updating!
Actually, I'm sorry it took so long on this chapter, I have a million excuses but you guys just want to read the story lol.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters or places. I stay awake at nights, crying about it.
-Kami