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Uprising: The Beast Wars	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"What's your plan, commander Dincht?" Zell asked himself in a strange voice that was supposed to mimic one of his students. "Well," He said in his own voice, though it's got a bit more bravado. "I've got the brilliant plan of jumping down a monster's throat, while dawning the appearance of a whale and lightning wizard. Good plan, Zell. Really good fucking plan- Whoa!"
He's been crawling his way free from Leviathan's esophagus since dealing it a painful blow of electricution to it's soft squishy innards. The summon had tried coughing the young man up but Zell's brace held strong. Thank you very much days at the gym. Only his stamina is tapped from the time spent on the inside: his breathing is labored from lack of oxygen, and so far he can't seem to climb any higher than a couple feet- yes, feet, Leviathan's got a very looong tube for a throat- without slipping back down when the sinking creature sucks in a breath of water pushing the martial artist back down his throat a ways. At least Leviathan regained his wits and is currently making his way to the surface.
Its powerful movement beat against the engulfing ocean as the summon swam to the surface, overshooting the margin line to hurl itself on land; its hard scales scraped and ravaged the concrete of Fisherman's Horizon. A few cadets unengaged in battle managed to get out of its writhing destructive path, while others were bashed aside none-too-gently; but the injured fighters cast a cure spell to help them at least get away from any further damage.
"Shit!" Spat Zell as he made his move for freedom in one hard penguin-style slide for the exit out through the monster's gullet. It took two slaps of Bishop's tale for him to slide free.
The male's morphed blubbery body hurtled across the streets of Fisherman's a good distance from Leviathan, whose mad eyes glared him down cold and ready for round three of the fighter's tactical assault. The Guardian Force must be getting outside help for him to be this souped-up! The first time Zell fought it Leviathan practically handed itself over on a platter, and at the time he was using his fist with lightning junctioned. But now, even having had most of the lightning attacks come at it from the inside, it isn't slowing him down even a fraction.
Out of breath and trying desperately to catch it, Zell fused with the lightning wizard, Ramuh, once again. "Bring it on!" Declared the transformed male. Holding his thunder rod up in the air, Zell cast Thundaga. It may be an attack from their era, but the force behind it is all Esper spirit, and the lightning bolts came in hard!
Everyone watched in morbid awe as Leviathan took a beating he couldn't swim away from. Without water on it's side the beast was little more than a worm on the pavement surrounded by a flock of starving birds. It was both frightening and sad. But not enough to keep them from assisting their commander in battle. All people not busy with minor, though respectably tough, battles with the invading tortoises and other such monsters, unleashed lightning attacks and a few ice assaults.
The attempts made by Leviathan to fight back were futile. It made many a swing at the cadets with it's sturdy tale. It shot water balls out of his screaming mouth to cease the painful electricution being cast upon him, it only made its pain worse as the water acted as a conductor to the voltage.
"I hope this works," What the martial artist meant was that he hoped it would stick. Zell could easily draw the Guardian Force in, but would itstay is what kept the Esper's ellderly white hair on the martial artist's head like it were his own.
The cadets don't let up with their ongoing attacks, watching nervously as Zell began the encantation for the binding contract. The first attempt failed, as did the second. But the third took. It looked like Leviathan were being abducted by aliens with the bright lights flashing around it and sparkling orbs that glowed and swirled. Leviathan's solidity dimmed as he's drawn into the Guardian world through a connection with the martial artist. The contract tattoo etched itself into Zell's ribcage looking like an ancient hyrogliphic. Though it burned in a way it never used to, he doesn't fight it. He just held his breath and waited.
Everyone waited with held breath in wonder if the Guardian would break free. But it held. It held. The monster attacks remained on high, though, and cadets turned their attention to the residents who were still being evacuated from fallen homes, bridges, or injuries keeping them from hurrying to the hovering Trams.
And this was happening all over the planet.
Squall looked down at the gruesome sites he and Seifer are passing over, through the large glass windows. He was reminded of the first mission he'd ever gone on. The battle in Dollet was so real. There were explosions going off on the beach for Hyne's sake! And then to stumble upon a serious situation involving Galbadia, in the process... Then chased all the way back to Lapin beach by some mechanical creepy crawly. It was all a bit too much to take in for a cadet starting on the battle field. What a day to be tested.
But he'd passed. Made SeeD. And from there on Squall continued being made a hero that, he himself, never felt he'd caught up to. He supposed it was because he never really had a reason to fight. He was a dog on a leash, and sent to "sick 'em" by his master, so he did. But now he's got Kait. He's got Irvine. He's got his sister back and a father, a full family of friends and loved ones to care for and see to the safety of. Even guys like Seifer. If there were ever a time to be a hero, this was it.
Squall looked over at the taller male who's standing at a window as well lost in his own thoughts. He wondered if Seifer's thoughts may mimic his own? They must do, afterall, the ex-knight aspired to be someone retainer when he was younger. He may not feel that way anymore considering all that's happened, but then again, some childhood dreams never seem to go away. Even if it's just a small fraction left.
"Seifer? Are you ok?" He asked when taking in just how strangely the male was standing there. His head dipped down, his stance swaying. It wasn't the usual sturdy posture Squall's used to seeing from the older male.
"Hmm?" Was the ex-knight's response.
"I said are you ok?"
Turning around, he eyed Squall suspiciously. "Why? Don't I look all right?"
Squall held his startled expression, because Seifer most certainly does not look "all right". The whites of his eyes have gone black, the irises a smoky gray. The infection must be growing again, Siren's gotta be activated.. Talking to the other Guardians. Seifer can't turn in here! The pilot will no doubt crash them into the ocean, or somewhere on land. Squall has to approach this situation carefully.
"How do you feel?" Squall took cautious steps towards the altered male.
"How do I feel?" He scoffed along with his mockery of an answer. "Listen to yourself, if there's something wrong with me than say so."
"Just keep calm," Squall spread his arms to act as a barricade between Seifer and the pilot.
"I am calm." He said, actually sounding calm at that. But he sure as hell didn't look it.
"Think calming thoughts then.."
"Leonhart, stop tippy-toeing like I'm five and asking about sex... What's the problem?"
"Your eyes are black, not like demonic black but the whites are, and the irises are gray."
Brows furrowed, Seifer removed a long dagger sheathed inside a secret pocket in his coat. Looking at his reflection he swore under his breath, doing so again when getting a peek at the fangs about to dangle over his lower lip.
Trying to keep his nerves his check, he snapped at the pilot. "Can't this heap move any faster!?" Even Seifer seemed to recognize the danger when presented with it that if he changed, he'd rage out and kill Squall and the pilot, and unable to fly the Tram he'd crash land on Earth at hundreds of miles per hour.
"Seifer, I told you to calm down." Squall spoke evenly. "Siren must be talking again, you just have to fight her voice... It never seems to last long." And he hoped he was right about that, because honestly he's grasping at straws through a false state of calm.
Seifer grinned sinisterly and took a step towards his rival. "You're all disgusting... Every filthy, perverted, parasitic one of you." Grabbing Squall by the throat he turned himself to place Squall at the wall where he slams him into it, elevated so that he's made to stand on his toes.
"Seif... This isn't..." He began to gasp for air. Seifer's seriously trying to kill him! And when the tips of his boots leave the floor, he knew he had to think fast if the change was giving Seifer this sort of strength. "It's Siren, fight her!"
"There's no need to fight it," Seifer murmured. "If you don't become one of us..." The hue of the ex-knight's skin dimmed and darkened to an almost pasty jellyfish color. "Then you can die like the rest of the vermin on this planet."
Squall can feel the tips of sharp fingernails piercing the skin of his neck where Seifer's palm is covering. The transformation is really progressing. Seeing that his aggressor's flesh has taken on a leathery appearance, he mentally apologized to his rival before raising his knee and from there he drove his boot into the male's crotch. That pretty much covered the issue of being choked out. Seifer howled with pain dropping to his knees, with hands cupping his package.
"What the fuck did you do that for?!" Griped the ex-knight.
Kneeling, Squall set a hand on Seifer's shoulder to give the male a shove so he could look at him. "Are you all right now?" He asked looking Seifer over. He's relieved to see the symptoms have alleviated and Seifer looks like himself again.
"Sorry about that," Squall muttered, standing He helped Seifer up to the bench. "But it worked, you're not turning any further and the changes have gone away." Hands together, he leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "Seifer, do you have any recollection of what you said to me while you were turning?"
Thinking about it, he sighed and shook his head. "Not really. I just remember seeing red then wanting to feel it." He flexed his gloved hand, noticing the holes. "And why the hell am I the one who's changing? If anything I figured the pissy princess would be the first, you're far more high-strung than I am."
"Funny."
Squall quieted as he wondered then what they should do should the change creep up again. They're still a day away from Centra, and it's not even late in the day today. Last thing he wanted was to be on pins and needles the entire flight.
"Maybe we should sleep?"
"Sleep?"
"If Siren calls out to the again, we may not be effected if we're asleep." He gave a shrug. It was just a theory. And he didn't hear Seifer coming up with any sollutions.
"I would think earplugs would work better." Comments the ex-knight.
"We don't have earplugs with us, and it wouldn't make a difference if we did because Siren can only be heard by the ."
Hearing the effort Squall's using to keep himself from snapping at him, Seifer scoffed. "Tch. Examples A through Z over your being more high-strung than me."
Squall left that without comment. Sighing out his frustration, he bolted upright then stood. "Maybe we should land." He tried to sound casual. Under control and collected. But he couldn't even fool himself into believing everything was all right. And as his panicking breaths left his parted lips he saw more cold fog puffing into the small space. "Just for a minute."
"Why?" Having missed the reason for Squall's anxiety due to gazing out the window at the approaching mountains, he then looked at his rival. "Do you know how much that's gonna slow us up?"
"I said we should land. Now!" Replied Squall as he removed a glove to show off a pale blue hand.
Oh.
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Quistis climbed off the track and walked steadily into the train operating room. It's operable now, but she didn't duck inside in order to use one of the trollies. She needed a place to rest for a moment. She's been taking down Adamantoise on repeat, and after using Malboro's Bad Breath attack, she's feeling a little nauseas as usual when using the technique.
Coughing, she almost disgraced herself with a swear but kept it in as she peered over the control counter out of the large window and through it she sees the discolored creature she'd been battling coming her way, but slowly. It doesn't yet know where she'd gone to. It's a civilian for sure. A loud uproar caught the monster's and Quistis's ear. It sounded like cheering. Fortunately the sound was enough to move the monster in that direction, leaving the woman alone.
Coming to a full stand, her periferal caught movement off to the right. Slipping behind some coverage for an unseen better look, the secretary's eyes land on the pale bald head of a worshipper hiding away in another station booth. And in his hand is a long staff housing a glowing stone at the top.
'That must be the Rune I have to destroy.'
He was too far out of her hit range for a magic attack to work, and she's unsure if she can move closer to him without being seen.
'I've been off the battle field too long. Would Seifer or Squall hesitate to attack? And those men are usually harmless themselves.' Knowing this to be true, Quistis kept to the wall so as not to scare the man off. She's in no mood to give chase.
Ten feet away. Six feet. Three. Unlatching her whip from it's hip holster it unfurled to its full length, where it was manipulated through the alchemic ability of her Blue Magic to move in the man's direction like a snake. The worshipper doesn't notice this, he seems to be in a meditative state. Quistis can hear the man's low chanting turn into a strangled struggling sound from beyond the closed door. Twisting the handle of her whip it released hundreds of thousands of thorns into the man's skin. It wouldn't kill him, but he'll be damned uncomfortable. Charging into the room, she grabbed for his cane with the rune gem attached to it. This should stop the monsters for good, if Squall's report was correct.
The man eyed her with a gaze so blank you would think he was blind. It was kind of spooky.
'You won't be needing this.' But the zealot's hand held true. Quistis knew she should have just killed him outright. How can he be in so much pain and suffering, bleeding from the neck now, and still have the will to fight? It's frightening. At this rate he'll be holding on through rigor moris. 'Desperate times.'
Removing a survival knife, Quistis sliced into the man's hand removing his fingers from their hold. It's messy, but effective. As the rod fell free she grabbed a hold of it, quickly smashing it to the hard ground repeatedly until nothing remained but busted chunks of gem.
And just as it happened in Winhill, the monsters began to stand down. Their dazed expressions looked around confused. The ones not battered unconscious crawled to the shore almost like they were hypnotized to return to the sea. Returning to their natural habitat. All the cadets watched in disbelief and relief that the fighting seemed to be over. They'd been at it for hours, it was exhausting. The monsters assaults were relentless, like they were programmed to not know defeat.
But who could tell how things were going someplace else. They can't rest when they have to transport the townspeople, and then relocate to help out in other areas.
"Commander Dincht," A girl hunched over to catch her breath after running up to him. "Where's Hyland? I didn't see him anywhere, but I remember that he said he wanted to help you."
"It's alright, I'll go get him." Zell assured her. Grimacing, he held his hand up to his ribcage.
The heat from contracting with Leviathan increased a bit, but he worked through the pain and moved to the edge of town where the docks are constructed. Looking down into the dark mass of water, he didn't know what he'd expected to see. Maybe the young man surfacing, totally fine but griping that he'd lost track of him after joining Instructor Minne on the submarine. But that wasn't the case, and much to his chagrin, he jumped into the ocean. Fusing with Bishop, he took a breath then submerged beneath the rocking sea.
Looking around him he can't see anything but water and roaming fish. Maybe they were chasing after some Adamantoise? A frightened school of silver fish hurried away from something that was moving quickly through the water. Zell, for a moment, thought it was a shark but upon closer examination he sees that it's the submarine! Something's wrong though. A twister of water is shooting from the lower half of it. It would whirl like a wet tornado, vanish, then another one would appear shoving the sub higher and higher from the murky depths of the sea.
'There must be a hole.' Assessed the commander.
Swimming over to the metal fish, he peeked an eye beyond the hole seeing the confused then elated cadets and instructor. Pointing upward, he dipped his body to position himself beneath the busted tank and with little effort forced the submarine to the surface. The occupants inside popped out like someone hit the eject button. With nowhere to properly doc they had to slip into the water in order to grab the ladder to get on land, but anything was tolerable in favor of being in a sinking ship. Once they all had their feet on solid ground, Zell moved from under the submarine and changed back to himself.
"That's going to cost us." Minne muttered about the submerging vessel. Helping Zell up from the ladder, he pats the male on the back. "Thanks for helping us, we tried to get out but everything locked automatically. We couldn't get out of the hole because of the rushing water."
"That's okay." He looked at the faces of the cadets then reached out to shake Hyland's hand. "Thanks for stopping the missles."
"Sure." He smiled proudly. "But what happened to Leviathan? Last we saw he was coiled around a support beam."
A cocky grin on his face, he popped his fist into his palm. "Beaten into submission and drawn." He popped his hand against the chest.
The recovered group cheered through exhaustion.
"I'm not sure who stopped the monsters, but they all made a hasty retreat fifteen minutes ago." Explained the martial artist, as he then looked around for the hero of the day. "Let's not slow down, we gotta finish evacuating the town." Clapping his hands together he then swung them about in gesture to just pick a direction to help out. As he turned to do just that, he was grabbed by the arm and held in place. "What?" He asked when looking over his shoulder seeing the white haired male behind him.
"Is it alright if I head back to Garden?"
"Galbadia? Why?"
"I just wanna check in on someone."
"Who?"
Hyland hesitated to reply, then leaning forward he whispered. "Kait and his team went out on a mission, I wanna see if they're ok."
"I don't know about the others, but Kait's on his way to Esthar due to injuries." Gifting the male with the stink-eye he asked out of curiosity. "What do you care? You do nothing but pick on the guy, suddenly you're so interested in his team and how they're making out."
"Inspite of how I act, I do somewhat like those dorks..." He sounded like he was lying but not in the opposite of what he's saying. He sounds like he's lying if only to withhold something. "We're all in the same class, gotta watch out for each other."
Zell was onto him this time. Hyland likes Kait. It's him and Seifer all over again. Dick is a bully. Dick targets one guy that's caught his eye. Dick realizes the guy he's picking on isn't so bad. Then dick falls in love with him. Or even like with him. Same thing, different fine print, but still the same thing.
"They're some pretty strong kids, I'm sure they're alright... Y'know, outside of Kait's injury." Staring the cadet in the eye, he slumps his shoulders. "Go ahead. I'm sure we've got plenty to help here."
His embarrassment broke out into a smile and he shook the commander's hand. "Thanks. I'll find out what I can and report somewhere else if I'm needed."
"Sure." Came his dryly.
Zell still didn't like the idea of this creep digging his little buddy, but it couldn't be helped he supposed. Afterall, he wouldn't like it if someone told Seifer to back off him, once the ex-knight came to realize he had feelings for him. Hn. But at least the kid isn't hung up enough to follow Kait to Esthar. Unless it's too confess to him, I'm sure seeing his rival is the last thing the healing teen wants.
'I sure hope everything is going good on someone's end.'
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He only meant for them to stop for fresh air, for just a minute, but the farther he walked away from the Tram the tighter Squall's stomach became. Leaning over he allowed the contents in his stomach to spill out onto the dusty ground. He's really starting to sweat, though his body is so cold. Wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm, Squall told himself to calm down. The SeeD commander coached the manner into his mind but it wasn't transferring to his body, it continued changing. Seifer, who followed after Squall, wasn't too far behind him with his own mutations.
"Rrr..." Squall clenched his teeth, holding onto his head where the pain is coming from the worst. "Ow!" His scalp pricked and his hair stood out behind his head as it began to freeze over with ice. A cold hiss came from his throat; and spining on his heels he mindlessly looked around for someone to go after.
Seifer's red eyes locked onto Squall as he was thinking the same thing as his rival. Death. "Mmm... You smell delicious." He growled.
Squall's feet elevated from the ground and with intense speed he rushed the horned blond. The Lion of Balamb looked as ferocious as a that which he admires: cold sharp eyes, a large bushy mane, and claws instead of fingers. He was the exact look of what man would look like once the world turns into Azenea's paradise.
Seifer's taloned hand swiped at Squall, freeing himself from the male when his attack was dodged. He rolled over to a stand and continued aiming swings down at Squall who's backing away. But the lion doesn't stay on the defense. Sucking in a breath he blew out a cold wind freezing Seifer's left hand that was seconds from rearranging his face.
Squall's foot shot out knocking Seifer down on top of him; a fiendish grin spread across his face as he turned up the cold, and with talons together resembling a broad dagger, he kept Seifer from landing on him by alternately shoving his hands into his rival's fur covered gut. The sub-zero temperature hurt like nothing he's never felt before, but his own body was turning up the furnace so he can give back what he got by grabbing the offending man-made weapons by the wrist to stop Squall, from there he opened his fang filled mouth where a blast of chi energy formed inside the opening. Eyes wide, Squall does the same but the frozen energy is gathering in eyes.
The pair became shrouded in a clap of smoke as the meld of their conflicting body tempuratures see-saw strength causing them to become engulfed from view. And when their blast met it created a small bomb that knocked them both apart with enough force that they have to dig their nails into the earth to anchor them from slamming into the surrounding mountain side. Both roared over the interference of killing the other. Charging for each other their attacks looked almost choreographed with blocked and met swipes of their fist and claws. Seifer gained the upperhand by rolling himself forward scraping into Squall with his long jagged silver horns. It was like being shaved by sandpaper made of chipped diamond.
Squall recovered easily enough, though he's bleeding from the cheek and collarbone where he'd been hit. Creating a wall of ice to block him from Seifer's view, he's taken by surprise when the male powered around from the side and pounced him. They became wild feral animals going in at each other at that point. Tooth and nail. Hungry for their opponent's death, no middle ground. And they very well could have killed each other had it not been for Irvine showing up and taking a shot at them.
"Now what in the world is goin' on here?" He asked mostly to himself when the pair froze in suspended animation to look at Irvine; blood dripped from everywhere on their person. It looked like something out of a nature documentary: When animals attack.
His transportation was flying over the area, headed for Centra, when he noticed a Tram parked down below, there are no towns in this particular area, nor any civilian life roaming freely. So it made no sense for the air craft to be there unless it crashed. But there was no sign of smoke, nor any fire... Not from the Tram, at least. But in the distance from that was a moving cloud of smoke. It looked like two monsters attacking each other, except these monsters were dressed like Squall and Seifer.
They didn't have a clue who he was, or what he'd just done to them since he'd fired blanks at any part of them that showed. But they knew one thing, he was different from them. Which made him the enemy.
'Squall? Seifer? What the hell's happened to them?' Taking aim when seeing them rush for him, he junctioned Meltdown into his shotgun and fired at them.
The scattered shot hit both fuzors in their charging faces. The magic weakened their strength twice but every other shot was simply a hollow bullet to the stomach or head. It wasn't slowing them down!
'What do I do? What do I do?' Darting for cover behind a large boulder, he re-evaluated the situation. 'Sleep? It could work.' Changing the junction to Sleep, he spun around taking aim at the bull-dozers but they weren't there. 'Where did...?'
A shadow covered the ground so suddenly that it caught his attention to look up. Irvine couldn't move in time to avoid the incoming threat, and they pounced him. He fought them off as best as he could, but the pair worked in perfect sync considering they were just at each others' throats a moment ago. It was a sad sight getting pulled this way and that, knicks and cuts being made here and there. The cowboy couldn't get a grip on his gun, and even if he could he wouldn't be able to properly aim it.
The whole situation of what happened was so muddled with mystery that it fit right in when Squall and Seifer were elevated from off of Irvine and hurled against a mountain side.
Irvine looked around, spooked, over who or what could have cast Tornado just now. But he saw no one and nothing. 'Did that come out of me?'He doesn't even have that sort of magic in his encantations, so then how? Looking at his hand he got the start of a lifetime over seeing his fingers stuck together so that five were only two with an oversized thumb on the side. Shaking his hand rapidly, he slowed it to a stop when it looked like a hand again. 'The heat must be playing tricks on me.' He humored the situation as he stood up, thoroughly tousled and aching, the battered peacemaker sauntered over to the two brawlers.
The blow against the solid mountain seemed to work because Seifer and Squall look like Seifer and Squall again.
Hands on his hips, he rasped out. "Well, this should be fun." Kneeling beside his husband, he lifts his arm to rest around his shoulders. It's a ways back, but he'll get them back on the path to Centra.
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Night fell, and Laguna can see Esthar approaching in the distance. It's about a few hours away, if he can see the top of the highest building from where they are, that is. Laguna's been on high alert watching his grandson sleep. The teen started... well, sort of morphing into this demonic looking thing. Irvine told him roughly what was going on, but he didn't realize the extent of how it worked. He'd blacked out from exhaustion and injuries when he turned. Kait was turning just from laying there. The former president of Esthar wondered if the change happened when the body is unable to hold its own will? If Kait were awake, would he be turning?
Touching the boy's hair, he smiled sadly at him. "I'm sorry you got a scare; that this happened to you." Kissing Kait on the back of the head, he looked out the window as he spoke. "But everything is gonna be fine from here on. I won't let anything else happen to you." He hoped nothing more happened to himself! Touching the scar across his face; Laguna urged the air craft to move faster. The sooner they arrive in Esthar the sooner they can be safe.
It was strange, earlier in the day he could swear he heard a little voice telling him something strange. Whispering over and over "You can smell their blood... Find them... Destroy them... Then come to me... Serve me." Laguna has wanted to hurt someone. The pilot perhaps. His blood hummed with violence towards the man at that time. Now he feels nothing but his usual.
"Come on, come on... Just a little faster."
Kait breathed deep and blinked his eyes open. "Grampa, are we there yet?" He asked before his senses came in and told him the answer.
"Almost."
Nodding, he closed his eyes again. "Grampa... Do you think Squall and Irvine would be upset if I quit Garden?"
Laguna was quiet as he thought about that, maybe not so much the answer, but the best way to word it for the boy to understand him when he replies. They've already had this conversation but it would seem Kait's feelings of leaving Garden have only progressed. "I think your parents will want you to focus on being happy, the things that make you happy. ...If it's being SeeD than they'll support that, if it's being a normal teenager who's going to school or gets homeschooled," he chuckled. "You could sit on the couch all day eating chips, and they'd love you. If there's one thing your father's lack, it's the ability to be disappointed in you." Rubbing his grandson's back, he added. "You can count on that."
Smiling, Kait watched the city move from a distant glow to actual buildings, then he looked back at his grandfather. "Do you think I can sit up now? My lower back is killing me."
"I think it'd be cool." Helping to sit up, he assists him off the gurney to sit beside him on the bench.
Wrapping his arms around the man's torso, Kait rest his head on Laguna's shoulder. "Thanks, grampa."
"I may not always be the sharpest tack, but I've still got a few years from senile left with me."
"Naah, you're gonna be cool forever."
"Listen to the kid, changes due to aging. I'm gonna be cool forever."
When the pair reached Esthar they were ushered into the presidential home by waiting guards and doctors who helped them from the Tram. Once they got a once over from the medical team, they were placed in their rooms to rest.
Staring up at the ceiling, Kait amused his boredom by mentally repeating over and over that he's bored. He's already taken his eighth nap since he got injured, checked over his Triad cards, thought about calling Leo to check in. By now she must be extremely worried about him, frankly he's worried about her. He doesn't know what's been going on since the dispatch started. For all he knew, she could be...
A knock on the door called his attention. "Hello? I mean, come in." He asked whomever was at the door.
Pushing it open, one of the guards saluted him like he was as important as the president himself. "Sir, a young man is here to see you. Claims he's a friend of yours."
"Vola?"
"Says his name is Hyland Strand?"
Brow furrowed, Kait looked mortified. "Umm... He's not my friend, but you can let him in anyway." Hyland could have been closest to Esthar and had to deliver a message to him. And frankly, he must have come here for some reason.
His rival looked beligerant as usual as he entered the room, but once his eyes scanned around then landed on Kait he seemed a lot less high and mighty. In fact, he looked a bit spooked. Kait wondered how he must look to warrent such a surprised stare from his enemy. Walking over to the bed, he took an uneasy seat on the edge closest to the bottom.
"How is everybody?" Kait thought he should start the chat session. "Have you talked to Leo, is she all right?"
"I don't know," he shrugged a hand. "I was in Dollet then Fisherman's. What happened to you?"
"I can't talk about it anymore." Replied the depressed male. "Ask my team, I'm sure they'll tell you. ...So, how bad is it?"
Blowing out a puff of air, he scratched the back of his head. "Fucked. Monsters are souped up, Guardians are running fucking rampant." Pointing his thumb over his shoulder as if the scene were right behind him playing out. "Zell's fine, he only took a slight beating."
"Oh. ...Then why are you here?" He asked very firmly.
Scooting closer, which frightened the bedridden male even more than having his enemy, out of every cadet in any Garden he attends, come to visit him on his sick-bed. "The world's gonna end, or it might... I just wanna get something off my chest." Looking Kait in the eye, the albino haired male steadied himself and then said. "I like you."
Blinking, Kait replied. "Good. Because you were really plucking my nerves."
"So... You're cool with it?"
Confused he replied. "Are you kidding, you've been making me loaf going to Galbadia since I was fourteen, why would I be unhappy about a friendship?"
"I'm not talking about a friendship," Taking Kait's chin between his fingers, he leans close to his mouth. "I'm saying that I have feelings for you." Moving in for a kiss, someone who's never heard a sound a day in their life couldn't miss the sound of Kait's head popping against the headboard to avoid the kiss.
"What are you doing?" Hyland asked.
Kait laughed so instantly he began to choke on it. Coughing, he waved a hand to calm himself. "Are you insane! I... You hate me! I always thought you made that very clear for me to understand. And now you come along telling me something this? Why?"
"Like I said, who knows how this world is gonna turn out in a couple days or even hours... I figured, if I've got nothing to lose, then why not tell you how I really feel."
Glaring, he scoffed. "Yeah right. This is some new type of torture, get me all worked up and whatever. Next thing I know I'm getting fishing my undies down from some location you've hanged them in."
Chuckling, he shook his head. "Well, it's true. I like you... And I know you're straight, but if the world doesn't end, and maybe you and Leo split... Wanna give things with me a shot?"
Again Kait began to laugh. This was ridiculous! Hyland can't be serious! He just can't. Not to mention he felt humiliated having the statement of being straight put to him. He's not sure why, it just felt weird. "First of all, I'm not straight, I'm bisexual... And even if things didn't work out with Leo and me, you think I'm the type of person who can carry on a relationship with someone who's been harrassing me since before I could even remember good times at Galbadia Garden school?" Shaking his head, he adds. "Don't let panic make you weird, because you're losing it. And I'm sure once all of this dies down, you're gonna be embarrassed and take it back. So... No."
Scoffing, he stands from the bed. "Don't be brutally honest or anything, damn. Alright," he walked to the door. "Can't say I didn't try. I'll keep you posted."
"Find Leo then, and give me a message."
Nodding, he walked out of the room, the guard closing the door swiftly after him.
Kait sat in the bed, glad for the laugh, while wondering if he should be flattered or annoyed. What kind of person shows they like you when they've been nothing but a reason to become a dick yourself. It was incredible this situation. How far does that guy's insanity go? Placing a hand over his chest on the left side, he took a deep breath to steady himself. He's not sure if it's due to anger or being shaken up because he might be considering the male's words, now that he's no longer present. But he knew one thing, he felt his blood racing...
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Commentary: I can't believe the next chapter and it's over. Nice. I'm getting better at short stories. I hope you've enjoyed this. Thank you for reading with me, and I'll see you next time.
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