Unloved
Chapter 3: Breakfast Time Woes
By: Alexandra AKA Fantasy Dragon
Warning: Mainly only language in this chapter, some angst, maybe a hint of lime a little later on in the story
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but one day me and my cousin are going to take over the video game world, and they will be mine!
The next morning, Seifer sat at an empty table in the eerily quiet cafeteria. He hadn't been able to fall asleep last night, his mind still racing at the night's events. She had been the one to push the kiss farther, but she was also the one who had ended it so abruptly. So was it his fault? It sure felt like it was. What did he do to cause all of this shit?
Looking down at his now cooled off coffee, all Seifer could think about was the hate that stared him in the face as Quistis pushed him away.
"How'd it go?" the overly annoying voice of a certain blond martial artist rang through Seifer's ears.
"Fuck off, chicken wuss." Groaned Seifer, not looking up from the less than interesting coffee.
"Aww! Come one! Noreen and I saw the two of you come in and you looked like such a cute couple!" Zell took a seat, unwelcome by the knight, and not taking the hint that Seifer wanted to be alone.
"It's none of your fuckin' business, alright?" glared Seifer, not at all impressed with the blonde's decision to eat at this particular table.
"So, did you get to talk to her? Did anything happen between you two after you left?" continued Zell, taking not so much as a breath as he started on the first of his five regular hot dogs for breakfast.
"Can't you take a fuckin' hint? I don't wanna talk about anything regarding that fuckin' ball or anything about last night!" snapped the gunblader, slamming his fist down on the table, causing the cold coffee to spill. "Dammit." He grumbled, the grabbed the napkins off Zell's tray and started to mop up the mess.
"Woah. Man, you'd think it didn't go well or something with that attitude that you got. Either that or someone liquefied chocobo turds and put them in your coffee. That's why I don't drink coffee. Looks too much like liquid chocobo shit. " Zell said, taking a drink of his orange juice to wash down his third hot dog.
"Are you always this dense, chicken wuss or just in the morning?" Seifer said, rolling his eyes as he put the soiled napkin in the now empty cup.
"Seifer!" a perky voice called across the cafeteria, causing Seifer to groan again. Of course the one day that he wanted to be alone, the first two people he would see would be the two that had enough energy to power all of Esthar.
"For hyne's sake. Why won't you people leave me alone?" Seifer growled as the spunky brunette joined the two blondes.
"Aww, Seify? What happened? Did'ya realize that Quisty's got her thong twisted too much to let you in her pants?" Selphie said, almost sitting down on Seifer's lap before he glared and pointed to the chair next to him.
"Quistis wears thongs?" Zell's ears perked up at the mention of this as he finished off the last of his breakfast.
"Of course. So what happened?" Selphie re-focused her attention on Seifer, who was trying to think of a reason to leave.
"Nothing. After the dance, we hung out after for a while, then I left. Nothing happened along the lines of what you are thinking." Seifer added seeing the excited look on Selphie's face, but it quickly turned into a frown.
"Oh, chocobo feathers! I think Quisty's main problem is that she just has to give up her vibrator and get a real guy. And Seifer is about as guy-ish as you can get." The petite girl pouted.
"Quistis uses a vibrator?" Zell asked, once again entering the conversation.
"Selphie, you are way too perverted for a girl." Seifer chuckled, then realized the one person he could actually talk to would be here soon, so there was no reason to leave.
"I wouldn't call it perverted, per say. It's more like, open to many sexual situations." Grinned Selphie, looking like an innocent little girl.
"I wish Noreen was as open minded as you." Zell pouted, Seifer and Selphie both completely ignoring him.
"So, where is Irvine this morning?" Seifer asked, just trying to make small talk.
"Shit!" Selphie exclaimed, jumping up. "I left him tied to the bed, naked and blindfolded! I came down to get a banana and some whipped cream! Booyaka!" She smiled then ran over to the take out line.
"Now that was disturbing." Seifer said shaking his head as Selphie ran out of the cafeteria with a can of whipped cream and a couple bananas.
"What's the banana for?" Zell asked, seriously puzzled.
"What do you think it's for, chicken wuss?" Seifer asked, not believing that Zell didn't get it. "Think ass."
"Banana? Ass?" for the first time in his life, Zell looked deep in thought." Wait, you don't mean" Zell said, a scrunched up look taking over his tattooed face.
" 'Fraid so, chicken." Seifer grinned at the look of pure disgust on Zell's face. Although he considered all his former enemies friends now, he still loved to torture them about certain things. Especially Zell.
"Um, remind me never to bend over near her again." Zell's eyes were as wide as saucers.
"Okay. I'll remember that." Seifer actually laughed as he said this, finding it all quiet amusing.
"So, did things really go that bad last night?" Zell asked, before letting out an overly loud and obnoxious belch. "You guys seemed to be having a great time at the ball."
"How many times to I have to fuckin' tell you? I don't wanna talk about anything to do with the ball or what happened last night, okay?" glared the larger blond.
"So, are you trying to say that something actually did happen between you last night and you just don't want to share the juicy details?"
Seifer sighed and decided to ignore the martial artist until he left. And his ticket out of here just walked through the large double doors.
"Sorry, Chicken. But I gotta go." Seifer pushed himself away from the table and walked towards the couple that just entered.
Not caring who he bumped into on his way, the large blond pushed his way through the thickening crowd, never losing focus on the couple standing in front of the self serve coffee station. He only needed to talk to one of them. The other he could care less about.
Getting closer, he felt himself speed up, not letting his target out of his site.
"Hey!" Seifer said, just to get their attention through the loud noises of the early morning cafeteria.
"Seifer...." Squall's soft voice said, barely audible above the noise.
"Listen. I am stealing your girlfriend. Don't worry. I'll have her back in time for class in one piece." Seifer said, grabbing the pale blue sleeve of Squall's girlfriend.
Squall looked at his girlfriend with an indifferent look before she just shrugged and Seifer began to pull her through the crowd, then the hallway towards the quad.
A few things went through her head as she followed the tall blond blindly. He hadn't done this to her in a few years, just steal her away to talk. And she knew exactly what it was going to be about too. Last night.
"STOP." She exclaimed as they entered an empty section of the quad in no time, pulling back on Seifer's arm to get him to stop.
"Sorry, I just had to get out of there. Between Chicken Wuss and that bouncy brunette, I think I have gone through enough annoying people for the rest of my SeeD career." Seifer groaned before sitting down on a bench and looking up to his best friend.
"WHAT'S WRONG?" She asked calmly before sitting down beside him.
"Everything, Fujin. Every fucking thing. Last night was a mistake and a disaster. I never should have asked her to the ball." Letting out a deep sigh, he looked over to see what Fujin had to say.
"FRIENDS?" The silver haired girl asked the rest of the question left unspoken.
"Of course only as friends, but you know, I'm not really sure if we are still friends now or not." replied the ex-knight, placing his chin on his folded hands.
"What exactly happened between you? I saw you there last night and you looked like you were friends, maybe even more." Fujin asked, a little surprised at this, her soft voice not showing the emotion at all.
"After the dance, we went back to her dorm." Seifer began, then continued to explain exactly went on last night between himself and the instructor all evening, including the secret feelings he harbored for her.
"I don't know what to tell you. I'm not big on the girly emotion thing. Or talking. So don't ask me to talk to her." Fujin's voice was stern but at the same time, Seifer knew that she was being as caring as she could be.
"You know I wouldn't ask you to. I just wish I knew what to do about it. Since we came back, everything has felt so much like home. I don't want to lose this place or this feeling again. Fuck, that sounded like I am a fuckin pussy." Seifer cursed.
"IS HOME. NO QUESTION." She said, knowing exactly where this was going.
"No. It could never be home. There will always be something missing." Sighed Seifer.
"Raijin's dead, Seifer. He won't be back." Fujin said, a slight glare in her crimson eye. She stood up and turned to look at her friend. "I saw her go to the Training centre on my way down here. Maybe you'll get to talk to her if you meet her there." Fujin then left Seifer sitting there with his own thoughts without another word.
'Crimson. Scarlet. Garnet. Red.
It's all the colour of my blood. How I would love to see that welcome colour.
It's like Shakespeare put it. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
He hit it right on the ball. Maybe it would all be better, dream for all of eternity.
No one would miss me. No one cares about me. I was not meant for this world.
I did have a moment of salvation last night. And I had thought that deliverance was with it.
But how could I ever hope for deliverance, I'm not that important.
Alone. That's what I am. Not a single hand to help me off the ground.
Not that I need the help. Alone is all I need. I need no one.
Maybe I should end it all. Instead of waiting for salvation, I could have it ended now,
But whose to say that the other side will be better. Will someone there care for me?
Who knows if I'll be important of that side? It'll probably be the same as this side.
But I don't need anyone. I'll hold my dreams for another time.
Tears? Why do I feel them? I haven't felt tears for a long time.
I don't feel sorry for myself. I won't miss anyone. Why do these tears come?
It doesn't matter. I really don't care anymore.'
Closing the black book, a single tear fell on the cover before she stood up and began to walk away.
I hope the next chapter comes to me quicker than this one, but I think the extra time I took on it made it this much better. Once again, please R&R, it gives me inspiration. BTW, the Shakespeare quote, In This sleep of death what dreams may come, is from Hamlet. Til next time!