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Seifer smiled at Squall, "So, where do you want to eat?"

Squall shrugged, "Wherever."

"Okay…umm…how about a seafood restaurant?"

"Like hell!" Squall covered his mouth with his hand, "I would rather eat roaches at the moment."

Seifer rolled his eyes, "I was kidding, thought you would say that anyway."

Squall snorted, "How about we go to the apartment, I could cook something and we could ask Caine to come over."

The apartment…he doesn't even call it a house…"Why? You missed him today?" Seifer said unkindly.

The brunet rolled his eyes, "Comon, besides, I do miss him, he's been around me for the past week."

He blonde snorted and shrugged, "Yeah whatever."

The brunet shook his head and stared out the window, "Caine said he was poor when he was young and that you helped him out."

"Yeah." Seifer muttered.

"That was very nice of you. Few people go about it the way you did."

"It was nothing."

"He said you're a lawyer."

"Yup, I am." Seifer was happy the conversation was coming back to be about him…he didn't want to admit it but he was becoming increasingly jealous from his friend.

"You know, the guy who killed Denzel, Brad," Squall started, "He got a lawyer who made him appear and a self defense sort of killer…but you know…he wasn't defending himself."

"What was the case?"

Squall closed his eyes, he had never admitted in court that he had been raped by that man. He had only been a witness…when cops asked him what he was doing in the crime scene, he said he was visiting his lover…even Denzel's friend, who had come after three days to check on Denzel…who had found him still chained to the bed, promised Squall that he won't say anything and that he won't interfere. The brunet had been so broken and vulnerable then…to ashamed to say that he had been raped and that because of him his lover had been killed.

Seifer noticed the change that had undergone his partner and frowned, "What happened exactly three years ago? Why is Brad eligible for parole if he's a fucking killer? What were you doing in Denzel's place? How did it start? Whose gun was it? Why was Brad in Denzel's place!"

Squall turned and gaped at the blonde, whose voice had turned cold and harsh.

"What? Aren't you going to answer my questions? I have a feeling you're hiding something."

Squall was just looking into the glinting Jade eyes that turned back to watch the street…so this was the lawyer side of the blonde that Caine had been talking about.

"What is it Squall? Are you just going to stare at me like I just grew fangs?" Seifer shook his head and chuckled…maybe he was too hard on the brunet, attacking him like that.

Squall was now looking out the windshield, still not answering any of his questions…

Okay so I'm right…he's hiding things…but why would he want to do that? Is he protecting Brad? No way, Squall loved Denzel…I mean he says the guy's name in his sleep…God…why would Squall stay quiet?

"Squall?"

"Just drive." The brunet spat.

What else can I say? I didn't even get a lawyer! I just acted like some witness to protect my reputation! I was selfish and I still am! Brad could be out in four years and he was still holding onto the secret like it was some pearl given to him by his lover.

"Tell me something…did you really love Denzel?" Seifer said bluntly.

Squall's silver eyes flashed and his heart skipped a beat…of course I did…even if I hadn't confessed or found total justice for my lover…

Tears filled up his eyes and Seifer parked in front of his house, "Squall?"

The brunet turned to him, "Shut up! I love him! I do!"

"Okay…no one was asking you to prove it to me. If you say you do, I believe you…but if he was killed by Brad and there was a witness…like you…then he should have a death penalty thing…like a sentence where he should stay in jail not less than 20to 25 years…Squall…you know…you could trust me."

Squall ran a hand through his hair, "It's ok…besides…it's too early for me. You said you would wait…please do just that."

Seifer scowled as the brunet walked out of the car calling back, "Please call Caine and ask him to come over…I'm making Hotdogs and salad."

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/Seifer/ what the fuck is wrong with you! i want to know what the hell happened and i want to know now!

Back off Seifer or i'll call Flo and tell her you're picking on Squall...

/Squall/ i can take care of myself...

/Seifer/ exactly, so Squall, where are you...huh? (looking around for the brunet)

/Squall (hiding in the closet)/ shhhh

i thought you said you can handle it --

/Squall/ shut up, he's coming this way!