Chapter 2 – Not Nice To Meet You

Hayner stood outside of a large brick building, clutching the small card in one hand. It was now or never to go and see this 'therapist' and he was most certainly not looking forward to it.

Walking inside, he waited in line with 2 other people before he got to the front of the queue, a small young blonde woman sat at the desk and took his card. "Take the first left, Doctor Axel should be ready and waiting for you" He nodded and smiled slightly, feeling the nerves build in his stomach.

He was about to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open and a tall man with eccentric red hair went to leave – almost walking straight into him. "Oh, sorry, you must be Hayner?" The man grinned at him, the little teardrop tattoos crinkling as he smiled. "I just need to grab something but feel free to take a seat" With that the older man was gone.

Hayner slowly entered the room and took a seat in one of the two leather recliners opposite the desk that he assumed was his therapist's.

His thoughts trailed to the strange man, he barely looked old enough to be out of university; nevermind be a well-renown therapist for teens. The red hair was very voluptuous and made his emerald eyes stand out – as much as it annoyed him to admit, the eyes kind of reminded him of Seifer's, thought the blonde's were less intense.

The room was somewhat plain, with warm browns and reds colouring the room, with a large bay window to the left of the room. Hayner was lost in thought and he didn't notice when the man returned until he was seated infront of him. "Well it's nice to meet you Hayner, my name is Axel and I will be your and Seifer's – is it? Yeah, I will be your therapist."

Hayner wasn't sure what to make of the man; he had a strange twinkle in his eyes that made him uncomfortable. "Not much of a talker, huh?" He shrugged, eyes staring the elder man down.

"I just have nothing to say" Axel sighed and jotted something down on a notepad.

"I know you aren't here by choice, but you might as well make this as painless as possible – and here I was told you were the more compliant of the two" Hayner wasn't sure whether that was supposed to be a compliment or a dig at his masculinity. "Well let's begin with some simple questions."

"What's your favourite colour?" Hayner rolled his eyes, did he seriously come here to talk about his favourite things?

"Green" It was obvious if you took notice of his choice of clothing; camouflage was about the only thing he wore.

"Why? Could it remind you of someone?" He frowned at the hint, was that supposed to be a reference to Seifer?

"Can I not just like the colour?" Axel nodded but looked him in the eyes for a few seconds before writing something else down. This was going to drag on for hours at this rate.

"So tell me Hayner, why do you and Seifer fight?" Hayner paused, this was the second time in a few days that he had been unable to answer that question. He paused and thought about it, maybe it was because Seifer was perfect; the boy could do no wrong.

"Honestly I couldn't say why; we just do. He says something, I say something and then punches are being thrown." Axel nodded, chewing on the end of his pen.

"Can you think of what might be the root cause of this – jealousy, dominance, romance…" He trailed off, eyeing Hayner to see what his reaction would be. The younger man froze, glowering at the red haired male infront of him.

"Are you trying to say that I'm jealous of Seifer because I'm gay for him?!" Axel shrugged leaving the answer open, but Hayner knew that that was exactly what he was implying.

"I was just asking a simple question. Have you had any thoughts of your sexuality? Is there even a tiny part of you that might be attracted to men?" How the hell could he be so calm when asking such an intrusive question, it was as if he had just asked what he had for tea – not if he was sexually excited by men!

"I'm not fussy, if I love a man then I do, if not then that's fine too. But there is one thing for sure, and that is that I do not fancy Seifer Almasy." Axel smirked slightly and wrote something down before reclining in his chair, with a face like the cat who got the cream.

~S*H~

"So he asked you if you were gay for Seifer?" Hayner scowled as Roxas chortled with laughter down the phone. "That is so rich!"

"Shut up Roxas, the guy's a total creep, he kept staring at me while asking simple question. It was as if he already knew the answer" Roxas stopped laughing and Hayner could hear him doing something in the background.

"Did he say anything else?" Hayner sat down on his bed, gazing out his window at the late summer night, which was still warm even though it was September.

"Not really, but it felt like everything he said somehow related to Seifer" Roxas went silent for a while, before plucking up the courage to ask his friend something that he was sure wouldn't go down well.

"Well… Have you ever thought that maybe, you know, the reason you two fight is because of some sort of sexual tension?" Hayner wanted to throw his phone across the room, why did everyone seem to think that all he and Seifer needed was a good fuck to make everything better?

"Not you too man, seriously? Seifer isn't bad looking but he's way too much of an ass to even think about in that way" Without realising, Hayner had just admitted that Seifer was hot and if he wasn't so much of an asshole then he would totally go there.

"I knew you liked him. Shit dude, Sora's back, got to go, speak later!" Before he could retort to that comment the line went dead and Hayner was left sitting glaring at his phone as if it was the source of all his problems.

"For fucks sake, I do not like Seifer" He muttered to himself as he slouched into his kitchen to get a snack, he needed to comfort eat. He could only imagine how the session with Seifer would go if Axel was going to continue to imply that they loved eachother deep down and were just in denial. Seifer was going to fucking love that.

But why did he care what Seifer thought?

"Shit" He cursed himself, he was letting the therapist into his mind and it was messing him up.