Disclaimer: I don't own anything on Final Fantasy VIII.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Yaoi, Shounen ai, (Boy/Boy) OOC, OC, Rape, Abuse
Summary: Seifer has a new boyfriend in Garden, someone Squall despises, thinking he doesn't deserve the tall blond man. But, what he doesn't know is what Seifer has to endure with his boyfriend. Also, what is going to happen when he wants to take Seifer away from Balamb? What will Squall do?
A/N: Thanks very much to all my reviewers! I very much appreciate the help and support you've given this story. And I'm glad that I have kept you all interested in my story. Truthfully, I very much enjoyed writing this. I hope this chapter pleases you as well. Also, thanks for any ideas you all have gave me, I very much appreciate it.
Oh! Also, I was highly thinking of making a sequel to this, if you're interested. I already know what the plot will be. Well, if you would like me to do a sequel, then please let me know. So, please read and review. Let me know what you think of this chapter. ^_^
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*Save Me*
Chapter 9
"Seifer, where were you?" Devon's voice echoed through his usually silent room. They were in Devon's room, where he went after seeing Squall. Apparently, Devon had been waiting for hm, which he knew he was, anyway. After all, he was supposed to come here, as per request from Devon. He looked into Devon's eyes, seeing rage, plus his usual temper.
"I-I was training," Seifer lied easily, but Devon always seemed to figure—though he don't know how, when Seifer was lying to him. He never did tell Seifer how he knew, he just did.
As expected, Devon gave him a sharp look, giving him a once over, knowing instantly that the blond before him was lying right to his face. He was pretty sure Seifer knew better than to lie to him, especially to his face. He had punished Seifer at times for doing just that. So, that only meant one thing... he was seeing Squall before he came to see his boyfriend. Now, why would Seifer lie to him if he knew he would be punished for it? Well, he knew Seifer was a hard head, so he shouldn't be too surprised that he lied to him.
He shook his head. "You're lying to me."
"I'm not," he quickly countered back, hoping that he would get away with it, but knowing Devon was too smart—smarter than Seifer liked to admit.
Devon growled. "You're were with Squall again, weren't ya?" he hissed out through grit teeth.
"N-no," Seifer shook his head, once again denying it.
Another growl emanated from his throat, having enough of Seifer's lying. "What have I said about lying to me, Seifer?"
Seifer swallowed, knowing he was caught. "Look, Devon, I-" He never finished because Devon's fist was meeting his face in a hard blow. He gasped and held his jaw, rubbing it. "D-devon?"
"I have told you not to lie to me," he started, calmly, voice betraying what he was really feeling inside at the moment. His hands were clenched into hard fists, giving Seifer a hard, long look. "Yet, you do."
Seifer didn't move, fearing what Devon would do to him if he did. His hand was still on his jaw, but he was not surprised the blow had happened—he knew it was coming. He just stared at Devon, waiting for whatever was to come next. Of course, Seifer was tired of this happening, but what could he do about it? Devon was the only one there for him, so he couldn't give that up... right? Devon was ll he had, well, he did have friends too, but not like he had with Devon.
Was it right to go through this? Was it alright for Devon to do this to him? Did he deserve this for lying to him, for seeing Squall when he was told not to? Seifer didn't know, he just never fought back. Although, Seifer felt that he did deserve it, what with disobeying him and everything. Seifer knew all too well what would happen if he were to lie to the man standing in front of him, but yet, he insisted on doing so, so maybe he had it coming.
Well, it wasn't as if he could just not see Squall—he didn't think he could ever do that. Squall, though he was curious as to why, seemed to care for him, much more than he thought he would. He knew Squall hated Devon, probably as much, if not more, than Devon hated Squall. Seifer liked to know that Squall cared—it was what he wanted from the shorter man.
Devon hauled Seifer up to his feet, staring at him with blazing eyes, eyes that seemed to burn into him, which caused him to uncontrollably shiver. Damn, Devon always seemed to get to Seifer, not matter how he tried, he always managed to make Seifer feel week, which, Seifer knew he was not.
There were many times where Seifer just wanted to get away from all of this, walk away from Devon and his abuse. He honestly had no good reason for staying here, putting up with all this abuse and shit Devon throws his way.
"I'm s-sorry," Seifer gasped after clearing his thoughts.
Devon only shook head head. "You know, I'm only doing this 'cause you lied to me, and went and saw that little fuck," he snarled, giving another punch to Seifer, making his cry out from the hard hit. He gave Seifer a few more hits, hitting him hard enough to leave bruises. But, Devon wasn't thinking clearly, he just wanted Seifer to wisen up and not lie to him, or see Squall. Though, he did take pleasure of Seifer crying out like that. It was his sick pleasure.
He lifted him up and smirked. "Now, why am I doing this?"
"'Cause I l-lied to you."
Devon nodded his head. "Why else?"
Seifer went silent.
Devon smacked him again. "Why else, Seifer?"
"I-I was seeing Squall," was his timid answer.
"Right," Devon said, backhanding Seifer. "You won't do it again, right?"
Seifer nodded quickly, hoping it was over now. Devon smirked in victory, loving how easy it was to get Seifer to comply with his demands. "Good. Now, you should go get cleaned up."
The tall blond nodded and left quickly. Seifer hurt all over. Well, he could use cura, but Devon loved to see his marks on him. Seifer didn't care, he had to do something—he knew there was going to be bruises that were very noticeable. At this moment, Seifer didn't care—he just needed to have them not noticeable to his friends. Especially around Squall—who knew what the smaller man would do if he found out about Devon. He shuddered thinking about it. So, without further thought, Seifer cast it on him, leaving some of them, taking care of the rest that were to be notice.
"Fuck!" Seifer cursed when he was in his bathroom inside his room. He really didn't know how much more of this he could take. He was sick of being treated like that. What was he going to do? Should he just stay with Devon? Or should he put an end to it? He really didn't know at this point. Sure, part of him just wanted to get out, get away from Devon. Then, the other part of him, the one that was use to the abuse, was saying that he Devon was the only one who would love him, and he wasn't sure what he wanted to do.
Taking a deep sigh, Seifer decided he was tired and wanted to take a nap.
"Yo, Squall," Zell waved as his friend made his way over to him the next day, food in hands. He smiled at him.
Squall gave a nod, an obvious gesture of greeting his friend back.
"What's up, man?" Zell asked after his ate his mouthful of hotdogs.
Squall shook his head, amused at how much he fits into his mouth. "Not much."
They were quiet for a moment, eating their food. "Hey, have you noticed something going on with Seifer?"
Squall looked over at Zell, wondering what he was talking about. Well, Seifer had been acting strange, but still. "Like?"
"I don't know," the short martial artist shrugged his shoulders. "But, I never see him. When I do see him, well, he just doesn't talk much. Also, I have noticed-" he paused for a brief second, then looked over at his friend. "-I've noticed he walks like he's hurt or something."
Squall's eyes sharpened. Actually, Squall had noticed that as well, and every time he tried to bring it up, Seifer would always, always change the subject. Though Squall had no proof, he had a sneaking suspicion that he didn't get hurt by accident, like in the training center. No, there was something more, something they were not seeing here. But, Squall had not pried into Seifer's business, knowing Seifer tensed up every time he were to bring it up.
But, there was still nothing he could do—he didn't have any proof of what was going on with the taller man, but he was worried about him nonetheless. Whatever it was, Seifer didn't seem to want to talk about it, let alone think about it. Plus, Seifer was obviously lying to him.
"So... you've noticed, too?" Squall queried with a frown on his face.
"Yeah. I don't know. I think there's something go on."
"Hn." Squall had been thinking the same thing.
"Have you been able to get anything out of him?" he suddenly asked him, gazing at him with intense eyes.
"No," Squall shook his head, sadly. "All he says is that he trains a lot, so that's where he gets hurt."
Zell scoffed at that. "You and I both know Seifer would never get hurt like that in the training center. He could take down those monsters in there."
"That's what I thought. Hell, Seifer would never be that hurt in there. I mean, he's been in there plenty of times and not once been badly hurt."
"Yup," the cheery blond nodded.
"Plus," Squall continued after a moment. "I know that Seifer's been lying to me. He seems... tense when I ask about he gets hurt."
"Hmm," Zell paused to think. "Man, I don't know what's goin' on with him, but I think you should be the one to find out."
"I want to, but-" Squall breathed. "-I don't think Seifer would like me prying into his business." Hell, like that had ever stopped him before from worrying about him and trying to get answers out of him. He just didn't want the sexy blond to be mad at him for prying. But, if Seifer was not telling him anything, plus keeping on lying to him, then he should try and find out what's going on, before it became worse. Squall paled at that thought, fearing it could become worse before it got any better.
"I think he get's hurt too often," Zell noted with a frown. "It just seems... odd how often he get's hurt. What do you think, Squall?"
Squall snapped back to himself. "What?"
Zell sighed. "I said I think he get's hurt to often," he repeated. "Then I asked what you though of that." He gave Squall a look.
"I think you're right."
"I wonder where Seifer is," the blond asked after a minute.
"I don't know, but I want to talk with him."
"Yeah, you need to," Zell agreed.
Squall stood up and stared at Zell. "Alright. See you later."
"Later, man."
Squall walked off, intent on finding Seifer—they needed to finish their conversation from the other day, anyways. Squall was going to open up to him, tell him how he was feeling, but no, Seifer had to leave before he could say anything more to him. If he didn't know any better, then he'd say every time they started talking, something would happen, whether it be Devon, or Seifer having to leave, it was always something to keep them from talking. Dammit, Squall was determined to talk to him some more—maybe he could get more answers out of him. Or so he hoped.
Well, on the plus side, Seifer had opened up to him a little more than he use to, for which Squall was happy about. 'He's there for me.' Those words echoed through his head, though, and he wondered what he meant by that. Couldn't he see what was right in front of him? Squall would be there for him if he would let him. In any case, Squall was there for him, and he would continue to be. He just wished he'd realize that he was there and he didn't need that asshole.
So, Seifer thought Devon was the only one there for him? Is that what Seifer was implying? Surely, Seifer knew better than that. He had Squall and his other friends there for him? Didn't he see that? Well, apparently not. Well, Squall would have to show him then.
Squall's train of thought halted when he heard a couple of voices. One sounded very much like Devon's voice, and the other sounded like Seifer. He wondered what they were talking about. Now, Squall wasn't the one to snoop and listen to others conversations, but he wanted to find out what's been going on with Seifer, so he stayed and listened.
"-So, we are leaving this Garden," came Devon's voice.
WHAT?
"Devon, no. I'm not leaving," Seifer held firm in his answer, betraying what he was really feeling. He didn't want to leave Garden. His friends were here—Squall was here, he didn't want to leave Squall.
"You'll do as I say, Seifer," growled Devon, voice venomous.
"No."
Devon twitched at being back talked. He will do as he says. "Yes. I want to get you away from here. I want you away from that moronic fool."
Squall felt his right eye twitch.
Seifer's gaze hardened. He was getting tired of him talking like that about Squall. "He's not a moronic fool, Devon. He's my friend. Stop talking about him like that."
Devon hissed. "I'll do as I want. Shut up. Stop talking back to me if you know what's good for you, Seifer."
"No," Seifer glared, finally fed up with it all.
"Seifer, I'm you're boyfriend. You will listen to me."
"Look, just stop it, alright? Squall has done nothing to you."
Squall was happy Seifer was standing up to idiot.
"Bullshit," Devon snarled, hands clenched. "He's a fucking bastard."
"No, he's not," Seifer defended again, not liking anyone talking about Squall in such a way.
"Seifer," the bully growled in warning. Devon thought they were alone, so if he were to hit Seifer, no one would be around to see it. Plus, Seifer was talking to him this way, Devon was going to lose it soon. "Whatever. Like I said, we'll be leaving here and going to Deling city."
"I said I'm not going,"
"You little shit."
"Devon, I don't want to go. My friends are here-"
"You mean that fuckin prick is here, which is why we're moving. I don't like him. I don't want you around him. You know this."
Seifer lowered his head, but wasn't backing down on his answer, no matter what Devon would do. He looked back up at Devon and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but no. I can't leave. I won't."
"You can and you will."
Squall wanted to step in, but now might not be a good time, yet. But, fuck, how could he want Seifer to leave? He was glad that Seifer said no, though.
Devon walked closer to Seifer. "Am I clear?"
Seifer shivered by the sudden closeness, but shook his head. "Devon I-" Should he say it? Well, he wanted to just break it off, but how was he supposed to do that? He was just sick of the way he was treating him, and Squall's questions and concerns made him question himself and his relationship with Devon. "-I don't want to."
He grabbed Seifer and slammed him into the wall. "Alright, I've heard enough of your back talking."
"Devon, stop," Seifer gasped out as he was choked.
Devon smirked, but it quickly vanished when he was roughly grabbed from behind and got a blow to his face.
"You asshole!" Squall snarled, kicking him in the side.
Seifer's eyes widened when he heard that voice. "Squall?" What was he doing here?
"How fuckin' dare you touch him like that." He grabbed Devon by his shirt, but was took off guard when Devon swung at him. He didn't have time to block.
"Stay out of this. It doesn't concern you," Devon spat.
"Squall!" Seifer called to him, shooting Devon a glare.
Squall growled and lunged for him, knocking him flat on his back.
Seifer looked between the two, knowing he should do something to stop this, but glad Squall was sticking up for him.
"Stop it," Seifer said, but he was ignored.
"I said mind your own fucking business. Seifer is mine, therefore he is my concern. Not yours."
"Fuck off. I knew you were no good."
Devon growled at the smaller brunet and made to slap him, but was caught off guard when Seifer stepped in front of him. "Devon, stop it."
"Get outta the way, Seifer."
"No. It needs to stop."
"So, you're sticking up for this loser?" Devon remarked coldly.
"The only loser I see is you, you asshole," Squall snapped, glaring for all his was worth. "So, this is how Seifer got all these marks on him. I bet you were the one that dislocated his shoulder."
"Like hell. You don't know shit, boy."
"Squall, what are you doing here?" Seifer regarded Squall for a moment secretly glad he was there.
"I came to find you..." Squall gave Devon a disgusted look. "I'm glad I did."
Seifer smiled at him.
"Oh, fuck you. I knew you wanted him from the moment I saw you two hanging out," he said with a hateful tone to his voice.
Seifer's eyes widened and he gaped a little.
"As if it's any of your business," Squall growled.
"It is. Seifer is mine."
"No, I'm not. Not anymore," Seifer said, finally saying what he wanted to say.
"Excuse me?" Devon hissed. Squall smirked.
"Look, I-I can't do this anymore, Devon." Squall watched as Seifer shook his head.
Before either of them could react, however, Seifer was grabbed by his arm. "You are not leaving me."
"Let me go," Seifer struggled.
"Let him go, asshole."
Devon snorted. "I think not. " Before Devon could utter another word, Squall's fist slammed into his face, hard.
"Seifer, are you okay?"
Seifer nodded and smiled. "I'm fine.
"Seifer."
"Look, you need to leave before I do something I might regret later," Squall said coolly, with all the anger he had. Squall grabbed Seifer and walked off.
A/N: Well, was it alright? I had trouble with the chapter to tell you the truth. I couldn't figure out how I should do this. Well, I finally came up with a way. I wanted to leave it here, as it seemed the best place to leave it. Sorry. Plus, I wanted your opinion on how I did with that last scene. Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I tried to do the fight between them good. Please review. Let me know what you think. I will start off in the next chapter where I left off here. Okay? Just thought you would like to know. :)
And as I said, I was thinking of a sequel to this. I don't know how long the sequel will be, but it came to my mind over a few chapters ago. I don't know, I think It'd be fun. ^_^
Oh, I was thinking next chapter should be the last. I was thinking it will be, then start thinking of how I should do the sequel to this, though I do have something in mind, but I don't know if it's good or not. If anyone wants to offer suggestions, then they are very welcome and appreciated. :)
Thanks again for reviewing! ^_^