Chapter 4
That night, Seifer waited outside the Commander's bedroom, hiding out of sight in a dark corner. He had been waiting for a heck of a long time, seeing as the brunet didn't have a particular time he usually left, but Quistis had given him some music that had been left in her room by Squall when he crashed there, so he got hear the male's songs while waiting for him to come out.
They weren't quite the songs he had expected to hear, but then again, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be expecting.
Hey, an' I'm fallin' away, and my skin's turning grey with time.
Hey and I'm dead in my grave, won't somebody tell me why.
He liked the song, he had to admit, it was pretty good, just not what an unstable and depressed young man should be listening to if he wanted to stay alive. There was a heavy sense of connection, between Squall and the song, and it was quite disturbing, he had to admit.
Cause I'm hopeless, and I'm stupid and I'm helpless and I'm useless that's why I'm stuck in you.
He was completely alone in the hallway by 11pm, most people resting for classes the next day, or missions. Those that were up were elsewhere, probably training. Nobody had spotted Seifer in his little corner, for which he was thankful, because knowing some of the greenies in Garden would probably cast Ultima on his ass and blow up the whole building.
Hey, I am turning away from a soul that you claim with desire.
Hey, can I give you the pain can you take it away just tonight.
Ten minutes later, the door to the commander's door slid open, revealing the slightly ruffled brunet.
I wish that we'd never gone this far.
And I wish I could take it away and celebrate how wrong you are.
Watching the male warily step out of his room, clad now in his black leather pants and a ripped black shirt which shimmered a bit under the light. A tight, blue/black jacket was in his hands, looking more aesthetically pleasing than at all useful against the cold wind from the Balamb coast. Leather boots; tight, slightly feminine replaced his usual all-purpose boots. He was definitely going to get laid tonight. And Seifer would've been the one to do it too, if he wasn't so worried about his old rival, if he was in better condition.
And no one can make me feel like you.
And no one can thrill me like you do.
But he wasn't, as he looked both ways down the hall before stepping fully out of his room, the door sliding closed behind him. Moving away from the door, the younger male made his way down the hall; too far gone to even care to notice the prickling sensation on the back of his neck telling him that someone was watching him, or worse. He just didn't care.
Is it something in your head, is there pleasure in your pain, is it words that you didn't say.
Or is it something inside me.
Making sure the mini disk player was securely held in his pocket, the blonde crouched slightly, trailing behind the commander. His pace was a little slower than it used to be, and he'd falter sometimes, as if he was losing his balance. Squall had always had amazing balance, such grace, but he seemed to be rougher around the edges. But circumstances dictate all, that's what he thought anyway.
I wish that we'd never gone this far.
And I wish I could take it away and celebrate how wrong you are.
Keeping his eyes on Squall's back, he made sure not to look any lower, but it was hard; Squall had gone out with the intention of being eye candy, and he had done a great job. But Seifer was on a mission, and oogling the man's ass wasn't a part of it. So, watching the russet haired male head to the front gate, hopping over the gate itself with ease. At least he hadn't totally fucked up his body.
And now one can make me feel like you.
And no one can thrill me like you do.
This was getting a little weird for Seifer, he had to admit. This song was just…too accurate. Taking out the case, although making sure that Squall never left his vision, he read the back;
-Disclaimer; Some lyrics modified from the anonymous script given by 'Greiver'. Licensed and endorsed by…-
Well, that explained the similarities. One could assume that Squall had sent in the lyrics, meaning he actually felt this way. Things just seemed to get worse for him.
I can feel your fingers inside me.
I can feel your eyes fixed upon me.
I can feel your legs wrapped around me.
Who was he talking about in this part? Probably just another guy who he let screw him. Seifer nearly crushed the case at the thought of other people taking advantage of the commander. From the looks of things, Squall was intending to walk the twenty-minute journey into Balamb. Seifer wasn't sure how far he was going to go with Squall before he stopped the brunette, but he didn't expect for it to be long. He was only worried that the smaller man would turn around and see him, because there was nowhere for him to hide on the road.
I can feel your legs wrapped around me.
I can feel your eyes fixed upon me.
I can feel the heat from your body.
I can feel the heat from your body.
Watching Squall walk, Seifer was able to analyse him again, now that he wasn't smashed and drunk off his pretty head. There was obviously something really bad going on with Squall, and it seemed like he had begun a routine, meaning he was probably going to keep doing this until he died, which at this rate, wouldn't take long.
I wish that we'd never gone this far, and I wish I could take it away.
And celebrate how wrong you are.
He could see the lights of Balamb ahead of him; it was only a few more minutes before they were inside the small town. Once they had gotten to the centre, Squall turned right, towards the train station and newer section of Balamb. Apparently, he preferred the bigger clubs in the city, the new gay club sounded pretty good, from what he'd heard, although. He knew he'd have to stop him going into that club. He'd have to come out.
And no one can make me feel like you.
And no one can thrill me like you do.
And no one can make me feel like you.
And no one can kill me like you do.
This was it, how would Squall react? He didn't have time to think it out fully, he was nearly there. Stepping out of the shadows, the blonde Adonis stopped walking. "Squall." He called, loud enough to be heard and identified, but not to attract any other attention from the people who might be around this late at night.
Clearly not having expected company, at least not yet, the brunet spun to face the owner of the voice, not believing he identified him from his voice properly. His eyes widened in shock and he stopped moving. He seemed a little slack-jawed as well, but when Seifer took a step forward, he shuffled back slightly.
"Y-you…!"
/The song is Lackluster by Saliva. Another good song that I might add into my story is 'Rest in pieces' by Saliva as well. /