Road to Eternity
Chapter 3: Mood Rings
He's
so pretty but he but doesn't always act that way
His moods out
swinging on the swing set almost every day
He said to me that he's
so happy it's depressing
And all I said was "someone get
that guy a mood ring"
Mood Rings, Relient K (I changed the lyrics a little…)
"Seifer?" He asked, confusion dancing in his wide, stormy grey eyes. The blonde's smile just grew.
"Well, well," he drawled. "Unpack, huh? I got the vague impression you already did that this morning."
Squall shot him a withering glare, daring him to continue. "No," he seethed, "I'm actually not done. So if you'll excuse me-"
He tried to walk past Seifer, but the green eyed teen blocked his way.
Zell stood up. "Hey!" he called, eyes alight with a frown. "Hey, man, what're you trying to pull?"
Squall gave Zell a look that clearly said drop it. Apparently, though, Zell didn't get the memo.
Seifer smirked and looked Zell over from head to toe. He bore a striking resemblance to a chicken, with his tall, spiky hair and short frame.
"What're you gonna do about it… Chicken-wuss?" He asked, lazily pulling his lips back just enough to look like he was baring his fangs.
Zell bristled. "Hey!" He shouted. People glanced over at them, seeming interested in the potential fight.
Quitis interrupted before they could even start. "Hey! Stop it!" She turned to Seifer. "Who're you?" She demanded.
"Seifer Almasy, the one and only," he replied, placing both hands behind his neck in a relaxed and casual manner that still radiated calm and coolness and control.
Zell scowled. "You're Squall's roommate," he said. Seifer rolled his eyes.
"Genius, Einstein," he muttered. "Next time you have such a brilliant revelation to share with us all, warn me before I get a heart attack at the sheer intellect of it."
The statement was dripping with sarcasm.
Squall scowled. "The hell are you doing here, Seifer?" He bit out, eyes narrowing.
Seifer gave him a lopsided half-grin. "Last time I checked, the rest of the student body had the same right as you did to come eat out in the courtyard, but of course, that may have changed since I last checked…"
"…Whatever," Squall rolled his eyes in disgust and tried pushing past Seifer, only to get stopped by one broad shoulder.
"Hold it, Princess," Seifer drawled, eyes cocky. "You don't have your key for our room, if I remember correctly, since I currently have… two."
He reached into the pocket of his grey trench coat and pulled out two room keys, swinging and glinting and reflecting the sunlight.
Squall blinked. He had forgotten to take the room key with him when he left? That wasn't like him. He must have been slipping…
He could feel the beginnings of a headache start between his eyes. Subconsciously, he reached up to massage his temple.
"Whatever." He reached to grab one of the keys, but Seifer moved his hand out of the way.
"Nuh-uh," Seifer grinned at him. "I got the vague impression earlier that you were pissed at something. Wanna tell me what?"
Quitis stood up. "Seifer," she intoned lowly, "Drop it. We're in no mood to deal with you again this year… and we won't be doing the same thing again. Twice."
Seifer's face darkened, and his smirk gave way to a snarl, if only for the briefest second. Squall froze, eyes wide.
But then the look passed, and Seifer shrugged. "Chill," he said, motioning with his hand. "No need to get your panties all in a bunch."
Quitis narrowed her eyes, but sat back down, satisfied.
Squall bit his lip and grabbed a key from Seifer's hand.
"Your welcome, Squall," Seifer commented darkly. Squall grunted.
Frowning, he turned to look back at the brunette making his way across the grass.
"He's like that," Selphie commented. "But I've only known him for a day… Maybe he just needs to get to know us."
Seifer plopped down on the place where Squall had once occupied, self-inserting his opinion into the conversation.
"Yeah, but he's got serious anger issues. Geez, I swear, he's going to kill me in my sleep one day, I just know it!"
Quitis looked sternly at the golden-haired boy.
"Seifer, if you push him too hard, we'll have to-"
Seifer rolled his eyes. "I won't, I won't," he sighed, pulling a mock pout. "Gosh, mother."
The strawberry blonde girl wrinkled her nose in a very un-Quitis-like manner.
"I'm serious, Seifer. If you do push him into something that-"
Seifer stood up. "I'm not going to!" He bit out, eyes glaring. "I have more self-control than that! It was just- Just something else last year."
There was silence, before Zell shifted. "I don't even want to know what you guys are talking about," he commented, taking a large bite of his sandwich.
"That's OK, Chicken-wuss," Seifer drawled, grinning. "Your brain might explode if we tried to explain."
Zell choked, and Selphie jumped up, worried. Slapping his back extra hard, she turned and pouted at Seifer.
"Go away, you're going to kill Zelly!" She whined.
Seifer raised an eyebrow. "Zelly? Is that his name? Oh, cool then, Zelly. I have better things to do that watch you hack on air. Your germs might be contagious."
Seifer spun around and headed off, stomach growling.
Maybe I'll go talk to Princess, he pondered the thought, before grinning internally. Oh, what fun.
He made his way towards their room, sliding his key in softly and turning. The door swung open and he stepped inside, a bit disquieted by the silence.
"Hey, you back yet, Princess?"
There was no answer. Seifer stepped further in, feeling like he was in a spy movie, and soon he was going to find Squall's mangled body on his bed, eyes gorged out-
"The fuck do you want?"
Oh, well, never mind, Maybe Seifer would be the one gorging the brunette's pretty blue-grey eyes out…
"Hello to you too," Seifer muttered, giving him a lazy grin.
"Dumbass," Squall turned away and went back into the bathroom. Seifer followed him.
"Whatcha doing in there? Putting on lip gloss?" Seifer mimicked the motion, pursing his lips in the mirror and sliding an imaginary tube of lip color over his mouth.
"You're fogging up the mirror with your dog breath," Squall muttered, pushing Seifer away from the mirror where he was setting up his toothbrush and other toiletries.
"…" There was silence from the blonde, and Squall wondered if he had left. That was why when Seifer suddenly spoke, about two inches away form his ear, Squall jumped a little.
"Why don't you have to shave?"
Seifer asked quietly, putting a hand softly on Squall's chin, thumb ghosting over the porcelain skin.
Squall inhaled quickly, turning his face away so that Seifer's hand fell away. "The hell?"
Seifer just grinned; Squall could see the blonde's face in the mirror. "You don't have a razor," he explained. "What, guess you really are a girl. Do you have tits?"
Squall's face turned red at that, and pivoted around and shoved Seifer away from him.
"What the fuck?" He raged. "You're a metal case, dumbfuck! The hell would I be a girl?"
Seifer grinned. "Oh, so the Ice Princess finally cracks," he intoned in an announcer's voice. "Let's see if Seifer can expose his secret identity as a girl to the rest of the academy?"
Squall seethed. "Whatever," he muttered lowly. "I'm wasting brain cells on trying to mentally teleport you to Spain."
"Oh!" Seifer put a hand to his mouth. "That cut deeply! Ladies and gentlemen, She has just learned the term 'Sarcasm'!"
The brunette gritted his teeth. The blonde was bad for him. Pretty soon, all his hair would fall out from the stress and turn grey.
"Whatever."
Wearily, he turned and brushed past the blonde, who was still holding an imaginary microphone in his hand, crooning some Frank Sinatra song, which Seifer claimed was a 'classic'.
Easing himself onto his bed, he closed his eyes and tried to block out the singing. If he had to be honest, Seifer wasn't that bad at singing. Just…
"Would you shut up?" Squall ground out. "Please?"
"Oh, the magic word!" Seifer grinned. "Now, how can I refuse Her Majesty's wishes?"
Squall sighed, eyebrows furrowing over gunmetal grey eyes. It was going to be a long day.
TBC…
AN – Short, I know. But I'll update again if you want more. Sorry for the delay this time.
