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A Kingdom Hearts FanFic by Mayfall

- - - - - - - Chapter Four: Seifer, No Swiping! ... Aw, man... - - - - - - -

It was dark. And then - two dots of lights. He blinked, shielding his eyes. He could hear the wheels turning; the fast-paced 'chu-chu-chu' sounded like something out of a children's movie to him. The train was moving toward him and would surely crash into him, but he couldn't bring himself to move his feet. It was either from the fact that he was too scared, or that he was curious about what would happen if the train actually hit him, that he couldn't bring himself to move his feet. Instead, he just watched the train grow closer and closer, unable to decide his next course of action - and was frankly starting to feel he should just stay there -, until a voice rang out to his right.

"Hayner!" With a jolt, Hayner turned away from the train and looked to the side to see a figure running toward him. And not just any figure.

"S-Seifer?" He called back uncertainly to him, watching his sprinting grow closer. Hayner started to turn toward him, but felt his foot slip in-between the train tracks, halting his progress. He stumbled, now firmly stuck.

"Hayner!" Seifer called again, his arm outstretched toward him.

He was starting to feel anxiety rush up in his stomach. He didn't want to die now! He had to get to Seifer! Reaching toward him as well, Hayner opened his mouth once more to call back at him. Seifer! Seifer! Seifer! He repeated his name over and over as he pulled uselessly at his leg, hearing the train get ever closer, and watched as Seifer managed to get within feet of the track. But just as their fingertips brushed, his felt himself falling backwards into oblivion -

"Hayner!"

- Until his head connected with verysolid ground, and Hayner let out a strangled yell. "F--k!" He cried, his head jerking backward, as his limbs flailed about, now tangled in the quilt on his cot.

As he quickly figured out, the bar underneath his head had collapsed, causing the top third of the cot to fall to the ground, his head and shoulders following it. With all his struggling, Hayner had even managed to make the other bar slip out from under the bed, thus causing his feet to slam down on the ground as well. The middle bar, however, stayed strong, meaning that while his head and feet were ground level, his lower torso and hips were uplifted above his head... The whole situation was already causing him some back problems.

Hayner's head bounced back to look for the source of his fall, and he immediately found himself staring straight into Seifer's face – Seifer's incredibly close face. He was looking down at Hayner, both of his eyebrows up, but one at more of an angle, bending over him so that there were only a few inches of distance between their two faces. Hayner froze suddenly, unsure as to why he suddenly found himself embarrassed at being so close to Seifer.

Seifer just looked down at Hayner curiously, with a smirk playing on his lips. Hayner found his face growing warm while he looked into Seifer's amazingly blue eyes, and had to ask himself why he felt so embarrassed and awkward... Just as he was starting to connect his new feelings to his dream, Seifer stood up, breaking the moment.

"Huh," he said carelessly, spinning the soda in his hand around in a circle to stir the liquid mindlessly, "that worked better than I thought it would." He tapped the frame of the cot with his foot, and Hayner noticed he had taken off his boots, and was now just wearing socks.

Sipping his soda, Seifer stepped away from the head of the cot, and instead went around to the side, and peered curiously at Hayner's position. As Hayner attempted to raise his anger levels enough to get past his embarrassment and retort the fact that Seifer had been the one to cause his discomfort, Seifer blinked at Hayner's midsection. Lowering the soda from his lips, his other hand stretched out toward Hayner, his index finger sticking out. Hayner, confused, lifted his head enough to make eye contact with Seifer, who was looking at him with an unreadable, emotionless expression.

"…What?" Hayner finally asked. Was he showing indecent exposure and Seifer was being 'kind' enough to point it out? He shifted slightly, feeling his belt still securely in place on his camo pants. If that wasn't it, then what -

Suddenly, Seifer looked back at his waist, and poked him – hard – in the side. Hayer bucked up, his arms going to his waist as he squeaked, "Seifer!" in an attempt to sound angry with him, but only sounding like a girl. He clutched his side, hissing as Seifer moved away, a fresh smirk lighting up his face. As he turned his back and started toward the kitchen again, Seifer heard a creak and a loud 'BANG!', followed by a series of curse-words from the smaller blonde.

"Language, Chicken-wuss." He looked smugly over his shoulder, watching Hayner roll off the cot – the middle bar now on the ground with the other two, and onto the carpet, grumbling and swearing. For some reason he just couldn't stop grinning as he looked away from Hayner, so he placed the soda can over his mouth to hide his expression. It was so funny to see Hayner fall for all of his pranks and even create worse situations for himself like this... And he could have sworn that Hayner was blushing earlier, but why he would have been, Seifer didn't know…

"What the hell was that for?" Hayner complained, pushing himself off the ground, unable to hide the whine in his voice. He heard Seifer snicker into his soda, and swore internally. Way to make an idiot of yourself, Hayner…He tossed his head to push the few strands of hair in his face out of the way, and looked to Seifer as he rounded the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Because – I was curious." He took another sip of his soda, enjoying the stupid face Hayner made in response to his unhelpful answer.

"Curious about what?" Hayner barked. Curious to see how loud I'd shout? Or maybe what swearword I would use?

Seifer raised an eyebrow, and gave Hayner this cocky-as-hell smile, and finally explained, "Because when you poke someone in the side like that, they make their sex noise." As Hayner sputtered in disbelief and started to turn faintly red again (as he realized exactly what noise he had made), Seifer turned his back to hide a growing grin, and said over his shoulder, "Glad to know it sounds just like my name."

"Y-You," Hayner stuttered, shaking his head, praying the red in his cheeks would die down. It was Seifer! Seifer! What the hell did he care?! He didn't care what Seifer thought! He didn't! "You.. you pervert!" Hayner barked at last, his arms still wrapped around his waist; it had hurt a lot!

"Really now," Seifer said, motioning with his hand for Hayner to follow him into the kitchen – which he did, only slightly reluctantly. "Is that anyway to thank the person who made you dinner?"

"Dinner?" Hayner repeated questioningly, realizing with a jolt how hungry he was. "I thought I was going to have to pay for my meals?" He scooted past Seifer as the taller boy got down two bowls from one of the wall cupboards, and used a nearby cloth to open the lid of a pot on the stove, his injury forgotten. He looked down at what was unmistakably beef stew with beans and celery, and took a deep breath. What d'ya know, it actually smells…good!

"Yeah, well," Seifer grumbled setting the bowls down on the counter, "I tried to wake you up earlier to go buy yourself something, but you wouldn't get up. So I just made us this for tonight. Consider it a one-time thing!" He barked, slapping Hayner's hand away as he reached toward the loaf of bread Seifer put on the counter. "And go get your own water, milk, or whatever – the cups're over there."

As Hayner rubbed his hand, he slipped past Seifer to grab his milk, and then went to sit down at one of the chairs that were dragged up next to the island countertop in the center of the room – that clearly served as a kitchen table, as well – and sat himself down. Seifer, with a grumble at having to serve someone else, served a helping of the stew into each of the bowls, and slid one across the counter to Hayner.

Hayner picked up the spoon he was given, and Seifer walked around with his own bowl, with a plate of toast in the other hand. "Bon appetite-o," Seifer said casually, messing up the French and putting the plate of bread between them and sitting down next to Hayner. Hayner shifted slightly, feeling uncomfortable, and mumbled, "Thank you."

"Whatever," Seifer said back, and began eating, blowing air each time he raised the spoon to his mouth. Hayner followed suit, blowing on the steaming spoonful before putting the first bite of food in his mouth.

"Wow!" He suddenly exclaimed, and a put a hand over his mouth so that he could talk without spraying food everywhere. "This is actually good!"

"You just keep getting surprised at me, Chicken-wuss," Seifer said, raising an eyebrow. "What – did you think I was as incompetent and as big of a slob as you?" He ate another bite of stew, and reached for a slice of bread as Hayner glared at him through the corner of his eye, chewing furiously.

He swallowed, but let it go. Instead, he glanced around them and asked, "How long have you been living here, anyway?"

Seifer chewed his own food thoughtfully, and said slowly, "Well... It's been since I was sixteen, so... a little over two years?" he estimated, swallowing his mouthful.

"Two years?!" Hayner exclaimed, and accidentally dropped his fork from the surprise, sending it clattering against his bowl. Seifer gave him a look, so Hayner quickly busied himself with grabbing a napkin off a nearby stack and cleaning up the small amount of food that had spilled. As he wiped it off, Hayner asked curiously, "Why have you been living alone for so long?"

Seifer shrugged. "No real reason," he said, trying to sound casual, but Hayner saw his face darken. "Just... felt like moving out a little early, that's all..."

"Huh," Hayner said, thinking it over. There was something Seifer wasn't telling him... And he was going to find out what. But when? Well, as soon as he could. But for right now, I'll let him keep it a secret... He owed him a little bit of privacy, after all he had done for him. But he wouldn't forget this. He would find out, for sure.

Because he was nosy like that.

And thus dinner continued, with talk swapping between the two periodically, with topics ranging from the weather to sports to talk about Huntington, and they even discussed school for a while before both decided that it was making them feel ill, and they moved on. Finally, dinner was winding down, after second helpings from both boys, with Seifer finishing only a few bites ahead of Hayner.

As Seifer scooped up the last of his stew into his soup spoon, he sent a sideways glance at Hayner. So this was his new roommate for the next two days? Hayner spooned some more stew into his mouth and chewed while looking around the kitchen. It wouldn't be all bad, right? Usually, he and Hayner fought upon sight of each other, but so far they had managed to keep the Struggle bats out of their small arguments – at least, for now. But still, Seifer kind of enjoyed teasing Hayner and making him angry... He really did give such great reactions that it was always worth it...

And, as he was emptying the last few pieces of his dinner into his mouth, Seifer was struck with another idea for teasing him – after all, it was this delicious stew for dinner, and a bit of peeved Hayner for dessert.

Grinning evilly as he finished eating, Seifer waited until Hayner had put his own spoon in his mouth before he asked, "So, when you do end up getting some tail – and internet pornos don't count, Chicken-wuss – you be sure to tell me how well it goes when you say my name, okay?" He was, of course, referring back to the earlier 'sex noise' joke he had made.

Hayner choked on his last bite of food, and thumped his fist on the table as Seifer snickered next to him, standing up. "Seifer!" He managed to choke out, after swallowing some milk.

"Yeah – just like that." Seifer laughed, putting his bowl in the sink. Hayner, behind him, was slowly starting to turn red, and had to put his head down on the table so that Seifer wouldn't see. He frowned into the countertop, feeling embarrassed – and now confused at to why this conversation was making him feel so... so... He could think of the word.

"By the way, Chicken-wuss," Seifer said as he walked toward the living-room, flicking the back of Hayner's head with his finger when he crossed behind him, "You're doing the dishes tonight. And then, you're going back straight back to sleep." Seifer plopped down on the sofa as Hayner looked up at him, his hand going to the back of his head.

"Back to sleep?" Hayner grumbled, pushing back his chair with his legs and standing up. "Why? I just woke up."

"Yeah, but look what I had to do to wake you up." Seifer pointed with his thumb at Hayner's cot, which was still laying in the corner of the room, flat on the ground, the blanket trailing across the carpet. Hayner frowned, and mumbled, "No one said you had to wake me up like that – "

"But it was the only way, Chicken-wuss," Seifer said, flipping through the channels idly. "I was calling your name for like five minutes." He found the show House, and stopped on that channel. "You sure are a deep sleeper."

Hayner blinked, and then turned away to go wash their bowls without responding. He noticed that Seifer had already washed all the dishes he had seen when he had first arrived to the apartment, so all he had to do was clean their spoons, bowls, and cup, in his case. As he started running the water, hearing House playing in the background, he allowed himself to space out, and began thinking back to his dream...

Seifer's calling him had explained why he heard Seifer and saw him, of all people, so it made Hayner feel a bit better... Better? Why? Well... Because! Usually you don't have dreams about other boys coming to your rescue... Unless you're a girl. Hayner let out a small sigh, and stacked the dishes on the counter as he cleaned them. Look, it probably just started because I got so effing scared at the station today... It was traumatic, after all... But even as he told himself that, he was still feeling odd about the dream...

Hayner didn't realize it, but the thing that was bothering him was not the content of the dream, nor how when Seifer had shown up he had felt so happy seeing him, but it was because he kept replaying the scene over and over in his mind, and couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried...

After finishing the dishes, and trying to make Seifer yield and let him watch House, Hayner was literally forced to go to bed as Seifer pulled him up by the shirt collar, fixed his cot for him, and then pushed him back onto the small bed, covering him with the quilt, and then threatening to sit on him until he fell asleep.

So, Hayner had immediately obliged, and went right back to sleep, and slept soundly throughout the night, even after Seifer had turned off the television and gone into his room for the night, closing the door a bit more softly than he normally would...

-x-x-x-x-

The next morning, Hayner was the first to rise. As he rolled over on his cot he looked out the window at the tops of the buildings surrounding Seifer's apartment. He blinked at the overcast sky, remembering all the events of yesterday – glad he had had no more dreams about it - and then faintly wondered what time it was. He sat up, yawning, and looked toward the kitchen. The digital clock built into Seifer's microwave said 6:54, and Hayner groaned. So early? This is what I get for sleeping so much yesterday... Seifer had made him go to bed no later than half past eight, so he had gotten over ten hours just in the middle of the night, along with the several hours the afternoon before, so he was well rested by now.

Stretching as his legs kicked the quilts away from him, Hayner winced at the sores along his legs left from the buttons of his pants. He was going to have to ask Seifer if he could borrow some sleeping pants – and maybe a shirt. He hadn't had time to ask for one before – Seifer practically threw me into bed last night...

Tilting his head, Hayner realized just how dirty that sounded.

Letting it go, Hayner slid off the cot and reached for his vest – which he had thrown on the ground before falling asleep -, and picked it up with a swing of his arm. He draped it over himself, and shivered slightly. It was cold today; they were in the dead of winter, after all... But he didn't know where the thermostat was, or if there even was any sort of heater in this god-forsaken apartment. Seifer had mentioned something about air conditioning yesterday, but that didn't mean he had a heater.

After wandering around the apartment for a while, deliberating whether or not he should turn on the TV, and if it might wake Seifer up (the reason the TV wasn't already on), Hayner finally glanced at the clock. I'll turn it on at 7:30, to let him get some more sleep just in case it does wake him, Hayner decided, and watched as the clock turned from 6:59 to 7:00 on the dot.

And then a knock came at the door.

Blinking, Hayner froze, and turned slowly to face the door. Should he answer it? Or would that bring trouble for Seifer? Maybe he wasn't supposed to be here. What if it was a friend of Seifer's? Like Rai or Fuu? They'd make fun of him, wouldn't they? Especially if Seifer told them why he was here... He didn't exactly want to flaunt his poor grades to everyone in the entire town...

The knock sounded again, and Hayner tarried only a moment longer, before walking over to the door, and opening it.

Immediately, he wished he hadn't.

"Almasy! Where's my rent?!" The screeching voice of the lady from yesterday, Mrs. Jones, rudely infiltrated his tired brain, and Hayner drew back from her unconsciously. Mrs. Jones glared at him through her beady eyes, and then barked, "You're not Almasy! Who're you?!"

Hayner winced at her shrillness, and said quietly, "I'm Hay- "

"Where's my rent?!" The old lady screeched, not even waiting for him to finish. "Get Almasy out her right now! I! Want! My! Rent!" Mrs. Jones stamped her foot with each word.

"Alright, alright," Hayner actually covered his ears – he didn't mean to be rude, but her voice was so hideously loud. "I'll get him. I'll get him!"

Fleeing from the scene, Hayner made it across the living room and stepped one foot into the hallway, still dark from the lack of light, before the figure of Seifer came hurtling out of the darkness, nearly toppling him over. It took Hayner a second to recognize him, because he wasn't wearing his day clothes - in fact, he wasn't even wearing a shirt. Just pajama pants that - Hayner was quick to notce - were a bit lower than he wore his normal pants.

The older teen looked down at Hayner with a mixture of confusion and anger, his beanie squashed precariously on his head. Seifer looked from Hayner to the door, and then back again as his confusion disappeared.

"Ah, Seif-" Hayner started, but was cut off again.

"You let her in?!" Seifer yelled, over the screech Mrs. Jones was letting out upon seeing Seifer.

"I want my rent! I want my rent! I want my rent!" It was like a nasty, smelly siren was going off in the doorway, but Seifer ignored it as he looked at Hayner.

"Hey, Chicken-wuss! Do us both a favor – no more answering the door!" Seifer shoved past him, and Hayner slipped slightly in his socks, but caught his balance.

"Hey!" He yelled back, but Seifer ignored him.

"Look, old bag!" Seifer shouted, standing several feet away from Mrs. Jones, as if afraid to approach the angry lady. "I'll get you the rent tomorra'!"

"Tomorrow is always a day away, Almasy!" Mrs. Jones shrieked, waving her arms. "I want my rent now!"

"F—k!" Seifer swore, her voice already giving him a headache. "Fine, fine! You cheapskate!" And with a furious glare that Hayner would have drawn away from, had it been pointed at him, Seifer leaned forward toward the table next to the door, and whisked a wallet off the top.

As Seifer complained and swore at the lady, and the caretaker continued to scream at him, this time in a foreign language, Hayner examined the wallet from across the room. It was amazing, he thought as he stared at it. It looked just like his. It was the same color and shape, and he realized as Seifer slid all the money in the wallet into the awaiting pudgy hand of Mrs. Jones, that it even had 'Hayner' written in the bottom, just like his -

Hayner realized it too late.

"Hey, wait!" He shouted, but both of the people in the doorway ignored him as he held out an arm to stop them. "That's my- !"

Mrs. Jones patted Seifer on the arm, and he shook his head in disbelief that she was already so calm again, with the money paid. Seifer waved her off with a few more choice words, and Mrs. Jones pulled the door after her as she left-

"Ah, ah- !" Hayner reached out in one last, desperate attempt to stop them, but the door slammed shut, cutting off any hope of him getting his money back. Instead, Hayner stood there as if frozen in motion, his mouth gaping open, his arm stretched out but not moving anywhere.

Seifer sighed, throwing the wallet back on the table. He yawned, and said as he turned around, "Glad that's over- What's wrong with you?"

Hayner frowned, and let his arm fall back to his side. "What's wrong?" He growled back, and then took a few steps forward so that he stood in front of a surprised Seifer, whose eyebrows shot up into his bangs. "What's wrong is that you just stole my money! That was all I have, Seifer! What am I going to do now?!" He ran a hand through his hair nervously, as Seifer just stared down at him.

"... You look like sh-t," Seifer said, pulling his hat down more firmly, disregarding Hayner's questions.

"You don't look so hot yourself," Hayner mumbled, attempting to nurse his askew hair. Seifer grinned lopsidedly, but didn't say anything. Whenever Hayner slept with the gel still in, he often woke up with it all over the place... "But that's not the point!" Hayner yelled at a yawning Seifer. "How did you even get my wallet?! It was in my pants!" He started patting the front of his cargos, to further stress his exclamation.

"Easy – I nicked it yesterday while you were asleep." Hayner sputtered and glared at him, but Seifer ignored it. "Look, calm down. I got it in case something like this happened." He gestured toward the door. "She comes by every morning at seven, and I knew you'd screw it up and actually open the door." He yawned, as Hayner glared at him, still, though slightly lost in his own head. How'd he find my wallet? I wonder how long he had to search me before he found it... Jeeze, I need to work on being a lighter sleeper.

He looked up as Seifer finished saying, "I get my paycheck Monday – I'll pay you back then. You'll just stay another night or two. No biggie." Deciding this was the best course of action, Seifer slipped past Hayner, still yawning, to get some food.

Hayner frowned, and turned around to face his retreating back, and wanted to get one more hit in, so he snapped, "Fine! But no more going into my pants without permission!"

Seifer smirked, and looked over his shoulder, as Hayner realized his mistake, and frowned, trying to hide his blush behind anger. "I'll work on it," Seifer said cockily, and turned his course away from the kitchen, and instead toward his bedroom. "Hey – while I get dressed, make some toast." He snapped his fingers over his head and sauntered away. Hayner watched his bare back leave until he had disappeared once more into his room, before Hayner could say anything to stop him.

Angry with himself, and angry with Seifer, a humiliated Hayner moved into the kitchen to make toast. "Stupid Seifer," he mumbled, grabbing the same bread as last night, and the butter from the fridge, and walking it over to the toaster. "I have half a mind to beat that sorry son of a..." He sighed, popping the bread in.

So he got to stay here for an additional two nights. That wasn't all bad. And he figured that he had already done his part to pay for the rent, right? More than his part. He'd get most of the money back from Seifer, and use it to buy a train ticket, and then – Hayner frowned. What was this? He was already feeling attached to this place, wasn't he? He knew that, because he didn't want to leave. He had a bed, food, and easy access to downtown Twilight Town if he stayed here... And besides, if he had to deal with an angry landlord like Mrs. Jones by himself, he wasn't sure he even wanted to rent his own apartment: too scary.

But what could he do? he thought mournfully, as the bread popped up, technically considered toast now. He reached for one of the pieces, getting the butter and the butter knife ready in his other hand. It wasn't like he could ask Seifer to let him stay here even longer... And he sure as hell wasn't ready to go home yet. But who knows? Maybe his parents were already worried about him, and calling the police? He bet they hadn't expected him to stay gone all night, too...

But if they weren't looking for him, then... He frowned.

And then something bumped into his shoulder.

"Ah!" Hayner let out a small yell, and started, turning to look at his shoulder, where all he could see was a beanie, stretched around a blonde head.

He felt his heart beat erratically. "S-Seifer?" Hayner asked, looking at the back of his head. He was just standing there, behind him, his head on Hayner's shoulder. Hayner blinked. Did... he die?

Seifer let out an incoherent mumble, and Hayner got it immediately. He smiled slightly, and asked quietly, "You're not a morning person, are you?"

Seifer shook his head back and forth, his hair tickling the bottom of Hayner's neck. He went slightly red as Seifer looked at him, his blue eyes looking up sleepily at him. Seifer's eyes... They were so blue. How had he never noticed this before?

"Z'at toas'?" Seifer's words were slurred and muffled, now that his mouth was against Hayner's shoulder.

"Uh-huh," Hayner said, his brown eyes wide, in his own little world again as he looked at Seifer's impossibly smooth skin, broken by a scar between his eyes... He slowly lifted the toast up for Seifer to take. But instead of taking it with his hand, Seifer lifted his head up and stretched over Hayner, biting down on the toast with his mouth, and then pulling it back toward himself, his forehead once more resting on Hayner's shoulder.

Hayner blinked. He must be really sleepy, to act this way... Or maybe he really isn't a morning person...He must have just acted awake when Mrs. Jones was here, most likely due to the adrenaline from his awakening, but now that it was all over... Seifer started to chew his breakfast lazily, and Hayner felt each bite resonate through Seifer's head and into his arm via his shoulder.

"Hey now, stop that," Hayner said. "That feels weird." Nevermind that it feels weird to have your head on my shoulder - oh no. Totally normal. Totally... His heart beat particularly loudly, and he swallowed hard.

"Mmnf," Seifer nodded and made a noise of agreement, and Hayner felt the fabric of the beanie slip down and off his shoulder as Seifer moved away toward the couch. Hayner looked over his shoulder as Seifer stumbled sluggishly across the room toward the TV - wearing his normal attire of beanie, vest, and brown pants -, before he grabbed his own toast from the toaster, and buttered it, as well.

That.. was so.. Weird? Nice? ... Nice?! No. Not nice. Weird. It was weird. Not nice! Weird! That's all it was... That's... all... But then why was his hand shaking so much as he struggled to get butter on his bread?

Joining Seifer on the couch after putting the bread and butter away, Hayner sat a foot or so away from Seifer, sure that being any closer to him would be weird, and any farther would imply he wanted to be away from him.

And for some reason, this mattered to him.

Seifer seemed to be confused as to how to turn the TV on in his tired state, as he pushed random buttons on the remote, and then gave up all together, throwing it on the couch between them. Hayner finished his current mouthful of toast, and then picked it up, turning it on.

"What do you want to watch?" Hayner asked, taking another bite, his heart finally returning to normal.

"Whatever," Seifer said, speaking through his toast. "Jus' not somethin' sh-tty," he mumbled, tilting his head back.

"I'll try my best," Hayner said, slightly sarcastically.

Hayner channel-surfed, until he came to a show that Seifer made a noise to, and Hayner took that to mean that he want to watch it. Hayner didn't recognize it, so he just put the remote down and watched it curiously.

After eating until all of their toast was gone – and Hayner got up, fully lost with the show, and made them two more pieces -, Seifer finally said after a silence, "As soon as this is over, we'll go outside and do some sh-t." Hayner raised an eyebrow at him – Seifer seemed almost to swear more when he was tired. "I mean," Seifer said, attempting to explain as he looked at the screen, looking confused at his own lack of coherency, "we can get some better food or something. I'll show you around, too, so that you know where you can go when I'm working on Monday."

Hayner nodded and thought about asking Seifer what his job was, until he saw Seifer reach for the remote and miss, several times, and then swear, promptly knocking it onto the floor, and decided to wait until Seifer was more awake before he asked. Instead he watched as Seifer started feeling around on the floor for the remote, and laughed to himself at the image of a very sleepy Seifer.

You learn something everyday...And it was true. He never knew how tired Seifer could get, before this. At least something good had already come from this whole situation of living with him...

He had already gotten to know Seifer better, if it was only a little bit.

Sorry about the long time between updates. D: Life, yunno? Yeah, well, there it is. And it's a little shorter than normal... Sorry... But I tried to throw in a little more hints that they like each other... At least, from Hayner's side. Maybe I didn't do that good of a job... *Mumbles.* I'm tired right now. D: *Not a night person.* Maybe I'll re-read it tomorrow and add something... I'll put something down here, if I do.

Hope this chapter was worth something... *Waves it off...*