5

Squall stood up when he heard the door slam and a care engine start. Walking over to the window, he smiled poignantly.

How long has it been since he had seen someone off. He had always stood at the door to wave Denzel off in the morning or when he went to get some surprise meal.

Seifer drove away, and the brunet pulled down the drapes. It was still early, almost five, and the place was silent.

Squall walked out of his room, his thoughts only of a blonde he would rather not be around. The blonde brought back memories of a time when Squall had a lover's house to go to. He had been such an innocent child then, full of energy and laughter. This apartment didn't differ much from the one that Denzel had had anyway. A place comfortable for two…

The brunet pulled out a towel and decided to shower.

There was no need to pretend to study Math; his mind was too absorbed in random thoughts of a blonde for him to concentrate on it.

The water was warm against his skin. His chocolate strands fell to his face as he stood there for several minutes, letting the water soothe his nerves and calm his thoughts.

Pulling himself together, the brunet finally picked up his apple and cinnamon shampoo, applying a generous amount on his hand to massage it on his scalp.

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Seifer unlocked the door and walked in. It was so dark…the electric clock read 11:43 PM…pretty late.

Out of curiosity, the blonde turned to Squall's room. The door was left slightly ajar and there was a lamp open in there.

"Squall?" Seifer poked his head in, a smile on his face.

The brunet was lying down on the bed, motionless. There was a towel draped over his hips and he was hugging a pillow to his chest.

Seifer's eyes clouded as he walked closer to the sleeping brunet. Squall looked almost angelic in the arms of Sleep.

There was no frown on his face, just a soft pout. Dark, thick lashes framed his eyes, resting against his cheeks, and his hair…the soft brown locks…fell forward like a curtain on the pillow under his head. The brunet's torso was flawless; his chest rising and falling in deep breaths and the blanket was pooled around his legs, which to Seifer looked better bare than tucked in the tight leather the brunet always wore.

Seifer's heart was racing as he stood there for over five minutes, studying every curve, every angle of the heavenly body that seemed to be lying there waiting for his touch.

Ha! His touch…he was either dreaming or just damn out of his mind…Squall would rather be dead than touched by him.

Sighing soundly, Seifer pulled the blanket over Squall's shoulder, tucking him in. Reaching out to stroke Squall's hair, the brunet sighed and snuggled closer to his pillow, "Denzel."

Seifer frowned and turned around. For Squall to be saying a guy's name in his sleep sure meant that he was occupied, and that seemed to annoy the blonde more than anything.

Walking out, he slammed the door behind him…but Squall didn't even stir.

i'm not sure about you guys but i think it's about time things got interesting...hehehe...for one thing i swear people can fall in love in three days...i swear it's true...seen it first hand, so don't wonder how the hell it happened if Seifer is so fast in his love...gah...just read and see...