Ohmigosh, I love you guys. I got so many hits (30 in the first eight hours! I'm so lucky! ;A;!!) and the story's already on alert lists! I was expecting, like, one review for the first few chapters - and I already have six! This is so amazing to me, you have no idea. :DDD!!

So! Here we are with chapter two! You guys made me feel really excited about it, so I just couldn't wait to write more, haha! So, here you guys go!

Oh, also – I finally looked up the names of the two different train stations (it was actually easier to find than I thought it would be 8D). Central Station is the one that is part of downtown Twilight Town (I'll also start calling that the shopping district), where all the shops and the Sandlot and the Secret Place is. Sunset Station, in the meantime, is the one located at the residential area, where Hayner and his buds searched for the seven wonders, and where his house is located in this FF. Hayner right now is at Sunset Station. So from now on I'll use those titles, so hopefully it'll be less confusing. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The disclaimer from the first chapter still stands. :O!!

Note: And, yeah, I bleep out most of the swear words. -o-;; I'll get over it eventually, but for right now I can't bring myself to even write cusses... But it's not cause I'm over-religious, or anything, don't worry (not that there's anything wrong with being religious! =O!). I just don't like them. -o-;;

\e\x\i\t\ Next Exit /n/e/x/t/

A Kingdom Hearts FanFic by Mayfall

- - - - - - - Chapter Two: Sickness and Near Death - - - - - - -

It was hot. And he was cranky. So it wasn't his fault he wasn't thinking straight.

Today wasn't exactly the best day of his life. Midterms sucked, but at least he had passed above his usual 'D's. He was a senior now, anyway - it's not like his grades mattered anymore. Not that they were so hot last year, either. But, whatever.

He didn't want to go to college anyway.

But that wasn't the point. He wasn't being bothered by grades or anything like that. Right now he was just cranky for the recent waste of his time - stupid Rai; making it sound like he was dying when all he had was a cold... He had taken the shuttle all the way from downtown to here, then ran through the streets, looking like a moron, all the way to his friend's house...

He had gotten the call from Rai about an hour ago, as soon as he got home.

"What?" He barked into the speaker. No - he didn't have caller ID. It was just how he answered his phone. Straight to the point - that's how he liked it.

"It's, like, I can't breathe, y'know?" It was Rai, speaking really quietly but really quickly, too. "And I can't feel the difference between hot and cold, y'know? One minute I'm hot, the next I'm freezing. It sucks, y'know?" Seifer frowned.

"What are you talking about, Rai? I can barely hear you -"

"I don't know how much longer I can hang on there, Seifer, y'know..." Rai's voice faded away, and then Seifer heard a click and the connection cut off suddenly.

"Rai? ... Rai! Godd-mn," Seifer swore into his beeping phone, and slammed it into the receiver. He made for the door, grabbing his jacket along the way, his door keys already in his hands, his trademark beanie already flattening the hair on his head.

Five minutes later he had appeared at the downtown train station, shoved his day pass under the nose of the nearest conductor, and gotten on the soonest shuttle leaving Central Station. Fifteen minutes after that, he was jumping off the same train before it had come to a complete stop, and began sprinting down the streets of the residential part of Twilight Town, turning corners at unhealthy speeds, and nearly crashing into several people. He finally careened his way down a block of houses, and turned abruptly to face the house on the left side of the street – Rai's own - jumping over the fence and galloping over the stairs to the front door.

Rai's parents and little sister were away on a vacation, and had left Rai behind to watch the house and feed their dog. They were headed to some boring place that Rai hadn't wanted to go to anyway, so the idea was actually his. But now it sounded like Rai had gotten himself in some real trouble, and Seifer was going to kill himself if he had let Rai live alone long enough to seriously injure himself...

Even though Rai's parents had only left the day before. And Rai was 19, almost 20.

But whatever - he was still an idiot who didn't know which end of a knife was sharp.

... God, what if he accidentally cut himself? Seifer sped up a bit more.

Bursting through the door like a bat out of hell, Seifer stomped up the stairs quickly, his hand running along the railing. "Rai?!" He called through the seemingly empty, two-story house. "Rai, where are you?"

"Uh - In my room, Seif!" Seifer breathed a sigh of relief. Well at least Rai could still talk, right?

"Rai!" Seifer threw open the door, filling the doorway, expecting to see the mangled mess of his best friend sprawled out of reach of the phone. "What happened? Are you alri - ..."

And there was Rai. Sitting up in bed, a hot water bottle on his head, a bundle of tissues in one hand, and a remote in the other. The television played the theme of Spongebob rather loudly, but Rai was already turning it down upon Seifer's arrival as he watched him with a surprised look on his face. A box of cold medicine lay at his feet on the comforter, and a bottle of throat spray was balanced on the edge of his bedside table.

Seifer blinked at Rai, who blinked back at him. Finally, Rai raised a hand in greeting. "H-How you doin'?"

"... You.. have a.. cold..." Seifer said slowly, still feeling a bit taken aback at the casual appearance of someone he thought was in mortal peril.

"Well, yeah.. y'know." Rai looked over at the clock on his bedside, blowing his nose as he did so. "I called you less than half an hour ago, Seifer. How'd you get here so fast, y'know? And why's your eye twitching like that, y'know?"

... It turned out that Rai had merely dropped the phone when he had been talking to Seifer before, and it had gone underneath his bed. "And I couldn't get it - I don't know what sort of monsters live down there, y'know?" That was Rai's explanation for causing Seifer's panic.

Seifer swore a few times, scolded Rai for being over-dramatic, retrieved his phone from under the bed, swore a few more times, made fun of Rai for watching Spongebob, swore a bit more (he liked swearing – it made him feel better), and finally went downstairs and made his friend a bowl of alphabet chicken soup, fresh from the can.

"There you go, you loser," Seifer hissed, putting the tray of food down on Rai's bed. "Now stop behaving like a baby every time you get a stuffy nose. For god's sake, Rai, you're going to college in two weeks." Seifer hit the older boy upside the head, and then moved to go sit in the chair in the corner of Rai's room - after kicking the previous occupants of Rai's large clothes onto the floor.

"Yeah, man, I'm sorry." Rai's hand went to the back of his head, and looked apologetically at Seifer. "But I was feeling really sick, y'know? And then the medicine kicked in and made me feel loads better, y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." As Rai took to his alphabet soup, Seifer crossed his arms and shuffled his feet, glancing around the boy's room without any real interest. Thinking about Rai leaving was making Seifer feel angry all over again. He always knew it had to happen someday - both Rai and Fuu were older than him and a year ahead of him in school, and he knew they would go off to college and leave him behind someday - but that didn't make it any easier for him now that the time had come. Fuu was already settling into her dorm room in the nearby town of Radiant Garden, and Raijin was going to join her in only fourteen days... And then it would be Seifer, all alone in Twilight Town.

And this did not please the 18-year-old.

He frowned, and got out of the chair and crossed Rai's room to pretend he was going to look out the window. He sighed lightly, leaning against the window frame, thinking to himself as the sounds of Spongebob played behind thim. He was a senior this year, and finally going to graduate, but his friends weren't going to be there to graduate with him. His friends would be gone, living away from him, enjoying their new lives in college. He had other friends, of course, around his age and younger... Like Vivi – he was to years younger than him, and he was pretty nice to hang out with, considering all he did was compliment Seifer on everything, but even that got boring after a while. Most kids in his own grade knew him, and they'd greet him if they met him the halls, but most of them just respected him as a great Struggle athlete, they didn't really want to be around him... And it was partly his fault, too. It wasn't like he exactly radiated 'friendship'... Maybe I should try to smile more...

... Nah.

"Hey, look, I spelled my name!" Rai called sudden, shaking Seifer from his thoughts. Seifer turned around, and looked into Rai's grinning face.

"Great job," he said sarcastically, putting his hands into his jacket pockets, and walking around the bed. "You've achieved what every kindergartener dreams of."

Rai clicked his tongue in a sort of 'you-betcha' way, as Seifer leaned in and read the soggy noodles Rai had lined up on his plate. The yellow pieces of dough read 'Rai's Soup.'

"... How'd you get the apostrophe?" Seifer asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Bit an 'I' in half," Rai answered, scooping up the letters onto his spoon, and throwing them into his mouth.

Seifer chuckled lightly and shook his head. He was going to miss this big, brainless lug...

-x-x-x-x-

After making sure Rai was all set for the rest of the day – and promising to visit him tomorrow – Seifer left Rai's house ten minutes later, and started toward the train station. He had left in such a hurry before that he couldn't even remember if he had locked his door, so he wanted to get back before someone found the unlocked door and stole some of his stuff... Like he had anything worth stealing, anyway.

Ascending the stairs onto the Sunset Station train platform, he sent a quick glance to the clock. It was ten minutes 'til 3:00. So he had just missed the last shuttle. D-mn. What if he stuff was getting jacked right now? Well, at least no one could say he was a bad friend – he had left the house shortly before two o'clock, and he made it to Rai's house before 2:30 – a new personal record.

The station was almost completely empty, so Seifer was able to walk up to the nearest, empty bench and sit down to wait. With his day pass on him, Seifer didn't have to worry about buying a ticket. He leaned back against the backrest, and tugged his beanie down a bit. It was hot out, but he didn't like to be without his beanie ever, so he always wore it – even during summer he had worn it. Only during unbearable hot days, or when he was swimming or showering, did Seifer every take it off. But don't get him wrong – Seifer thought his hair was d-mn sexy enough without the beanie, but he had grown used to the hat over the years, so the beanie was going to stay.

He tugged the hat down again, just to emphasize this statement to himself.

Five minutes later, the platform had slowly started to fill with people. Seifer blended in with the crowd now, in his seat on the far side of the platform, so it wasn't a surprise a certain someone didn't see him. But Seifer saw him.

As his eyes wandered around the station, observing people and just trying to keep himself occupied as he waited for the train, Seifer managed to spot a certain spiky-haired boy buying himself a ticket. Immediately, Seifer smirked like he just had a nasty idea, and sat up straight. He watched the shorter boy fumble around with his money, and tilted his head, the smirk lighting up his face.

Well, well, look who it is. So what is Hayner doing here, all alone?

Out of the top list of people Seifer liked to tease, Hayner was certainly in the top five. The reason? He tended to have a short fuse on his anger, so it was always far easier to get a reaction out of him than anyone else. Even Roxas, who was slightly lower on that list than Hayner, didn't act up as much, so Hayner always suited Seifer better.

Seifer was still smirking at Hayner's back as he moved away from the counter and toward the train tracks, as he was thinking of the evil things he could say to the guy once they were on the same shuttle together, but slowly the look started to fade. Hayner was stumbling slightly, making Seifer think that maybe he was under the weather like Rai. As Hayner gave a particularly wide and loud yawn, Seifer's eyes were drawn to the ticket clutched in his hand, before he stuffed it in his pockets. A train ticket? All students had a day pass to get on the shuttle so that they could go to school for free during the year, so then why did Hayner have to buy a ticket?

Maybe he forgot his pass – whatthehellishedoing?! Hayner had just leapt down from the platform, onto the tracks. Seifer jumped up from his own seat, as a reflex when Hayner's body had been sent downward off the platform, watching him uncertainly. What, has he gone suicidal now? Hoping the effing train'll run him over?

Seifer walked slowly toward the edge of the platform as Hayner walked away from it, yawning his head off and stepping over the tracks.

Oh, Seifer finally thought to himself at last. He's going to Huntington. Well, that's weird... Was Hayner leaving now, too? Seifer wondered briefly if he was going on a vacation, and he scowled. Great, now I don't even get to tease that chicken-wuss during break... Assuming he was going to be gone for the whole break. Guess I should get it out now, then, huh?

Just as Seifer was opening his mouth to shout an insult at Hayner, the younger boy tripped over a railroad track, and was sent sprawling across the tracks, looking like a complete loser as he fell, his hands unable to save him as they were tucked away in his pant pockets. A lady down the platform gasped, and said loudly, "Is he alright?" Seifer however, let out a bark-like laugh, watching Hayner with such a look of cockiness one might have thought Seifer had pushed Hayner down himself.

He put his hands on his hips, smirking down at Hayner, ignoring the looks he got from the same lady who had asked about Hayner's well-being. But Seifer didn't care about her right now – he was too busy gloating over Hayner's current state.

He knew Hayner had heard him laugh, and he knew Hayner was refusing to look up at the platform to see who had laughed. In fact, he was so obviously trying to act like nothing had happened as he bustled around on the ground, dusting himself off and looking down, hiding a slight blush across his face from falling like an oaf, that Seifer had to bite back another laugh.

Hayner was tugging at his pants now, so Seifer stepped forward a bit more, so that his toes hung over the edge of the platform. He grinned, loving his position right now, and opened his mouth to shout: "Hey– "

But the rest of Seifer's shout was drowned out by a loud whistle that bounced off and reverberated around the train station. With his mouth still open and the smirk still on his face, Seifer looked sideways down the tracks, and felt his heart freeze, his breath catching in his throat.

The Huntington Express, the fancy gold lettering on the front shimmering in the sunlight, was blasting down the tracks, puffing steam into the air and heading directly at –

"Hayner!" Seifer shouted, looking forward to see if the boy had noticed the train. This time, too, his words were drowned out by the train's whistle. But Hayner, who was partially raised with his knees bent, only seemed to hear the train the second time, and looked at it slowly, and just keep staring at it, seemingly too paralyzed to move out the way.

Biting his lip, Seifer swore, and, without letting himself second-think what he was about to do, Seifer leapt from the platform, his coat trailing out behind him. The same woman who had glared at him earlier screamed, but Seifer didn't look back. He saw the train creeping closer out of the corner of his eye, and it was only by the rush of adrenaline that he kept running. He kept running, faster than the teenager had ever run before, as he watched Hayner's mouth slowly slip open like he was about to scream, but never making any sound.

Instead, as Seifer was in mid-air, the train only a few meters away from the two, he threw out his arm, catching Hayner around the middle of his torso, and wrapped his other arm around him, as his pure momentum sent them falling back, Seifer feeling the gust of wind threaten to remove his foot as the train went whizzing past.

The two went flying, and finally crashed down onto rough gravel. Seifer hung onto Hayner tightly, swearing internally as he felt a particularly sharp piece of gravel slice into his cheek. They came to a complete stop after skidding about two feet, but still Seifer didn't let go. In fact, he tightened his hold – it was partly from the pain of their landing, and partly because he couldn't believe that had just happened, and the fact that he had actually managed to save Hayner without getting either of them killed, that he hung on so tightly, now.

It took a few seconds for Hayner to move, and it wasn't until he actually stirred, did Seifer allow himself to breathe comfortably again. For a second there... Seifer moved as well, realizing he was partially under the other boy, and then found himself being pulled into a sitting position as Hayner struggled to sit up.

As soon as he felt Hayner rising, Seifer let go with a particularly loud swear word, and rolled away from him, going on his back. He groaned, feeling pieces of gravel fall away from skin of his left arm – the one he had landed on -, and let out a sigh as he sat up as well, using his right arm to support himself. He groaned again, and looked at Hayner, an angry scowl on his face.

Hayner, who looked like he had sustained almost no injuries from the fall, only stared at Seifer as soon as he saw him, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping open. He seemed at a loss for words, so Seifer started the conversation first.

"Jesus f--king Christ, chicken-wuss! Why the hell'd you just look at the train? What, did you think it would magically stop in time to not f--king kill you?" Seifer glowered at the speechless Hayner, who just managed to blink at him, until his words sunk it.

"Wh – you – that-..." Hayner stuttered, looking taken aback... Then he just looked insulted at Seifer made a face and mouthed at him, blubbering in an impersonation of Hayner.

"Wuh, wuh, y-you, the tuh-wain was scaw-ey... Jesus Christ," he said again, and brought his hands together, brushing off his dirty palms. "Learn how to f--king talk, would you?"

Hayner filled his cheeks with air in an angry manner, and his shoulders came up, "You, you, you.. !" He was just so mad, he couldn't bring himself to speak properly. Finally, though, he found his voice. "I.. I didn't ask you to save me, you assh-le!" He curled his hands into fists.

"What?" Seifer asked, raising an eyebrow. "Would you rather I hadn't saved you? Sorry – next time I'll do the smart thing and just let you die. My mistake." Yeah – there was no way in hell he'd be saving this punk's life ever again...

Hayner huffed angrily, and growled back, "Half a second later and I would've saved mysel– "

"Half a second later, and you would have been dead."

Stunned into silence again, Hayner didn't have a response for that. He knew that what Seifer said was true, but he'd never admit it – after all, that would be admitting that Seifer was right about something. He just watched as Seifer sighed to himself, then started grumbling as he stood up, dusting his jacket off and pulling his hat back firmly on his head. Hayner heard the whistle of the conductor, and turned around in his spot on the ground to watch an official-looking man running toward them, looking mad.

Hayner looked forward again to push himself up, but noticed a hand floating in front of his face. Seifer's. Hayner looked up, surprised, at Seifer, who was giving him a look.

"... Well, are you going to take it, or not?" Seifer asked smugly, smirking.

Hayner frowned, and stumbled over his words again as he said, "Wha – Oh, yeah..." He looked back at the hand offered to him, but paused. "Your hand's shaking..."

Seifer shrugged and said simply, "Adrenaline. I just jumped in front of a speeding train, after all. Now hurry up and f--king take it."

Hayner nodded slowly. "Right..." His own hand came up to meet Seifer's, but... Seifer pulled his back at the last second and snickered at him.

"Moron," he cackled, tucking both his hands securely into his jacket pockets.

Hayner stared at him for a few more seconds, before his shoulder hunched themselves around his head again, and his face turned positively livid. "You.. b- b-stard..." He seethed, his face turning slightly red from anger and embarrassment at think Seifer – Seifer ­– had actually been trying to help him. Honestly. Jeeze, I must be going crazy... And so, Hayner pushed himself up from the ground on his own, as Seifer, who was still smirking from his latest stunt, turned to face the conductor who jumped off the platform and onto the gravel.

"What was that?!" The man yelled at them, looking angry. "You boys could have been killed! What the hell were you thinking, playing on the train tracks?!"

"Us?!" Seifer shrieked back at him, honest to god pissed as hell. "What the hell about you guys?! You should make f--king announcements when a train is coming and f--king make sure no one's on the f--king tracks!"

"Watch your language young man! I have half a mind to never let you on one of these trains again– "

"Oh ho ho, I'd like to see you try, you old geezer!"

Hayner dusted the back of his pants off, and looked away from the conductor and Seifer as they began to battle it out. He ignored them both as he looked up at the train that he had almost been killed by. Judging from the large mark they had left in the gravel, it looked like they had landed mere inches from the wheels. That.. could have... ended badly...

Hayner looked at Seifer, who was gesturing with his arms and shouting at the conductor, and frowned, confused. Seifer... saved him. But... why?

Seifer and Hayner had always been sworn enemies, ever since their first meeting in first grade. Well, first grade for Hayner, but second for Seifer. Hayner had been playing with Roxas and Pence, who at that time had been in the grade below him, when Seifer spotted them and made fun of him for playing with younger kids. Hayner, with slight anger issues at even that young age, had challenged him back, calling him a 'Poopy head.'

Well, it was easy enough to say, that, once the 'poopy head' insult came out, there was going to be trouble.

Seifer had then proceeded to push Hayner, who fell back into the sand castle Roxas had been building, causing the smaller boy to start crying. Hayner, angry and upset, had jumped up and pushed Seifer back, who promptly fell into Pence's own castle.

As Roxas and Pence sat off the side, crying and mourning over their destroyed castles, Hayner and Seifer continued to shove each other back and forth until a teacher had run up and separated the two boys, and sent them both to time out with angry tears in their eyes. For the rest of the year, Hayner and Seifer had constant fights, resulting in the drop of their grades in class, and the reason that both boys had been held back a year.

Now, they blamed each other for their less-than-shining academic reports today – even though that didn't really make sense. There was, however, a lasting reminder for both of them that the fight had indeed happened – one of the school pictures in the yearbook from those early elementary school days included a photograph of Hayner and Seifer right before they had started fighting. The teacher had been thinking that they were going to play with each other and the two kindergarteners, so there was a caption underneath the photo that said 'Children from different grades are allowed to mix during snack time.'

If someone didn't know Hayner and Seifer today, they might actually have thought that they were playing. But those who did could already see the little Hayner just starting to develop his hurt/angry look, and there was already a smirk on the face of little Seifer as he wallowed in the anger of the younger Hayner.

Watching him now, Hayner could hardly believe Seifer and him had once been so small. Just like back then, Seifer was taller than him, as Hayner stood at 5'5" and Seifer at 5'8". They were both rather short compared to other boys at school, but Hayner was still shorter than Seifer – something else Seifer liked to constantly taunt him about.

Seifer did still have the same hair and eyes as back then, though. He had always been a remarkably blonde boy, and his eyes had always been the same, bright blue. The scar, however, was something Seifer didn't get until about 8th grade. He had been absent for one day, and then the next he came to school with a large band-aid on his face, and thirteen stitches. A week later, the band-aid had been removed, and the fresh scar was clearly visible. Seifer always told everyone that the mark had been made by a knife fight he had been caught up in, but it always seemed suspicious to Hayner – after all, Twilight Town was a pretty safe town. Who would be wandering around with a knife, looking for a face to cut with it?

Realizing that he was staring at the other boy, Hayner looked over the train, watching it, instead. People were boarding and people were getting off, and he watched them go, his mind wandering. He let himself stand there, relishing the way the small wind was blowing on his face and bare arms, and the way the chatter of people filled the air. He inhaled deeply and held it, closing his eyes, feeling the sun beat down on his bare shoulders...

He could have been dead by this time.

Exhaling, Hayner felt his hands starting to shake, so he clenched them into fists. If Seifer hadn't been there... If Seifer hadn't seen him... If Seifer had been a second too late... He shook his head, taking another deep breath, his eyes clenched tight.

"... And anyway – you're lucky if we don't decide to sue you guys! You should build some sort of walkway so this doesn't happen to anyone else!" Suddenly, one of the same arms that had saved his life was wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into the body of another. Hayner looked in surprise at Seifer, who was jabbing himself in the chest with his thumb, looking cocky and smug. Hayner turned his head to look at the conductor, who looked angry and flustered, but seemed to have enough fight in him to give them a short lecture on safety, which he forced them to listen to, before he finally let them go.

"Sheesh," Seifer said, flipping off the retreating back of the conductor, before moving away from Hayner and starting to lead the way back to the platform he had so daringly leapt from only minutes before. "What a nutty old geezer."

Hayner stayed put, watching the man go back onto the second platform, and then make the all clear sign, before entering the train and shutting the doors. Seifer, noticing the absence of the kid next to him, turned around and stared at Hayner.

"Hey, chicken wuss," Seifer said suddenly, and Hayner glanced over his shoulder.

"What?" He asked, with a blink.

"Aren't you supposed to be on that train?" Seifer gestured to the train over his shoulder with his thumb, and Hayner blinked again.

"What? ... Oh, d-mn!" He swore, looking at the train. "Yeah, I am– " Hayner began searching through his pockets, swearing again. As he pulled nothing but his wallet from his pants, Hayner frowned. "Where's the godd-mn ticket?!"

Looking around, Hayner finally found it. It was trapped underneath the wheel of the train, with only the corner sticking out.

"D-mnd-mnd-mn," he swore over and over, starting like he was about to move toward it, until a hand came out from behind him and pulled him back by the arm.

"You moron – are you just looking to get killed? 'Cause I swear to god, if that's what you want, I'll be happy to do it for you, you little f--ker!" Seifer looked angrily at him, but Hayner also noticed a bit of color gone from his face as he released Hayner's arm.

"What are you talking about? The train's not even– "

" –moving?" Seifer finished his sentence, pointing at the train again. Hayner blinked and look to it, and then jumped back when he realized it had gone into motion. He groaned loudly, putting his hands on his head.

"Godd-mn, I missed it!" Hayner sent his hands scratching each side of his head, and he groaned loudly, his head bowed. "D-mnd-mnd-mnd-mnd-mn," he swore again and again. "Uuugh, now I've got no where to sleep tonight!"

Hayner froze, and Seifer blinked. "What.. the hell?" Seifer asked, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you mean?"

Hayner looked sheepishly over his shoulder as he said, "Uh, well, you see– "

Another train whistle made Hayner jump a foot in the air, and he fell back onto his butt on the gravel, hissing. Seifer just watched him, and then laughed - loudly.

"You're such a baby!" He roared with laughter, and grabbed Hayner by the collar of his vest, pulling him back onto his own two feet.

"Shut up – I am not," Hayner growled, ripping his vest away from Seifer's grasp.

Shaking his head, his face still bright from laughter, Seifer said, "Yeah, sure, whatever you say. Now c'mon – I gotta catch this shuttle-" Seifer pointed at the 3:00 shuttle as it slowed to a stop "-so you're going to have to explain on the way. And I don't want excuses, chicken-wuse," he said harshly as Hayner opened his mouth to argue. "You're coming with me – now." And without waiting for an answer, Seifer started toward the shuttle, knowing Hayner would follow him.

After all, he had just saved his life, right? He owed him.

I'm wearing a beanie right now, so that I can get more firmly into the mind of Seifer. :D I think he's so angry all the time because these things really start to squeeze your brain after a while...

Please comment! I'll love you forever if you do! ;A;!!

Also, I hope I didn't take Seifer and Hayner out of character... I swore a lot to make it sound more like Seifer – he does that, right? – and Hayner seemed a bit out of it because he almost just died. But their characters will develop over the next few chapters! I promise!

Thanks so much for reading this far. And every time I see the little 'Review' number go up 1, I squeal aloud. Heck, I squeal when the hit number goes up. I'm like, "Has anyone else seen my story? Oh, let's see..." -Number has risen by one, making a totally of 31.- "OHMIGOD. I'M SO LUCKY. ;AAAA;!!"

And thank you to everyone who has reviewed. The encouragement makes me feel so good!! ;A;!!

So, so... I hope I'm doing okay so far! Thank you very muuuuch for reeeeaaading!

Edit: Also, you may be like, "Dude. Hayner and Seifer sound like they hate each other. How can this ever turn into Sayner/Seiner/Sayfer/Heifer/Heiner/Teenagesexonthecarpet?" But, I promise! They won't hate each other foreveeeeerrr... -Wilts.-

Edit2: Sorry if you find any mistakes - I always go back and re-read stuff, and I always find, like, a bajillion mistakes each time. They're never ending! ;A;!!