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Warning...yaoi...what do you expect...lol...and lang...aha...

there have been no changes to this story...just thought i would take the advice of someone to heart and acquaint myself with the 'new invention called paragraphs' hehehehe

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Of Crimes and Heroes

Seifer clamped the cigarette between his teeth and turned to look up at the sky. The moon was exceptionally bright. Stars twinkled on and off as he took a long drag from the cigarette then spat it out, a small smirk adorning his animated lips. The grass beneath his booted feet swayed with the light breeze that seemed to haunt all the nights of the city of Garden. The blonde pushed away from the wall he was leaning on and turned to where his motorbike was parked, pulling on black leather gloves. A small cry caught his attention from the park behind him. With a snort Seifer stood and listened as a male, probably a child of 17, cried for help.

'What are you doing again?' Seifer asked himself as he walked in the direction of the screams to help out the damsel in distress.

He felt like spitting as he came upon the 'crime scene'. An ox of a man was sprawled over a boy who was no more than 18 and was supposedly raping him, "Comon Angel, just a little fun. It'll hurt less if you relax."

The boy, a pretty brunet cried out and struggled to get free from his captor, his grey eyes swarming with tears he refused to shed.

Seifer cleared his throat to make his presence known and smiled coldly at the man.

"Get lost brat," the man growled, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

Seifer chuckled dryly, "Oh, I can see…it's just what I am seeing isn't very pleasant."

The brunet raised a brow at the blonde's sardonic comments.

"Acting smart…Get lost."

Seifer sighed, "Where is your mama?" he asked the man.

The man glared daggers at the flaxen, "What the fuck is your problem…Get the hell lost."

"Tsk tsk…not just aggressive but rather rude as well…hmmm…didn't your mama teach you anything when you were young?"

The brunet giggled and pulled away, getting off the ground and stepping a few feet back as the burly man stood to challenge the blonde, "She taught me to mind my own business unless I needed a nose job, which you happen to be asking for. I could do it for free you know."

Seifer ran a hand through his hair, "I love my nose…don't you…just look at it's perfection…unlike yours. Between us two," Seifer stepped closer as if sharing secrets with an old friend, "My mother told me never to pick on children, do you know why?" the man spat out laughing as Seifer continued, "Because something like this could happen."

With one fluid move Seifer's fist connected with the hooting man's jaw, knocking him a few feet back. The brunet gasped and backed a step as the man hurled himself at the blonde spitting rage.

"Tell you something I taught myself," Seifer cooed as he easily dodged the blows, "Never fight when you are angry, and you wanna know why?"

Seifer ducked another blow but brought up his knee as a counterattack, "Cause something like this could happen."

The man doubled over in mute pain but again he stood and again he threw himself at the blonde and again he missed and again he was beaten to the ground.

A few minutes later and Seifer stopped playing around and drove a solid kick to the man's side, sending him flying across the park and landing in a heap by the trash, "I always thought trash should stay where they belong."

The blonde dusted his pants in an exaggerated manner of victory and turned to leave.

The brunet who was still watching ran to him, "Excuse me, sir. Thanks a lot for your help. You're really strong. I almost wanted to cheer for you."

Seifer barely spared the child a glance as he walked back to his bike. However the brunet was not deterred, "I'm Squall…how about you?"

"Go home." Came the cranky reply.

Squall pouted, "Are you the kind of hero who helps and then pretends he was just training?"

Seifer snorted, "Go home kid, it's way past your bedtime…hell what time is it anyway."

Squall grunted, "I'm not a kid…I bet I'm just as much of a man as you are!"

Seifer snorted again and refused to take the bait as he slung his leg over the bike and pulled out his keys.

"I still didn't get your name." Squall muttered.

Seifer finally turned to look at the persistent brunet, intending to scare him of but was caught of guard at the intensity of the gale grey orbs that glittered with the moon.

Squall rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous fashion when Seifer's verdant eyes bore into his.

The blonde snapped out of his reverie and started the engines.

"Fine…heh…be a jerk. Who needs you anyway? I've been fine on my own all along anyway." Squall turned around only to be caught by the wrist as Seifer seemed to finally take mercy on the young brunet, "Hop on, I'll take you home."

That statement made the brunet gasp and nervously giggle, "Umm…no thanks mister…you know what…just call it a day…I can walk…bye." Squall tugged on his hand but Seifer still held on, "I'll drop you home already."

Squall vehemently shook his head and freed his wrist, "I'm fine …thanks a lot…umm...Bye."

He turned and ran in the opposite direction waving goodbye and shouting another thanks before he turned around a corner and disappeared leaving a slightly confused, immensely annoyed blonde looking back at him.