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One (Last) Chance	By : RotSeele Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 3721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Fourteen - Seifer POV

Why are you mad at me? whined Carbuncle from within my mind. The green-furred GF was wringing his paws as if they were hands, his crimson eyes looking incredibly sad. I only did what I was asked to!
You forced yourself on me! I retorted, earning a boyish whine from the Guardian Force. More accurately, Squall had forced Carbuncle on me. Why, I hadn’t gotten to ask him yet, since Squall was passed out on the only bunk in the small cell we currently shared. I focused on him from where I sat beside the bunk on the floor, then absently reached to brush a few stray locks of hair away from Squall’s face. Because Squall was currently out cold, I only had a working theory for his actions. Carbuncle was a GF that cast a powerful reflection spell upon the party, so Squall must’ve believed that the little demon could use his ability on a more psychological level. My mind had suddenly become clear the moment he’d been force-junctioned to me, as if a great haze had been lifted from my thoughts. Everything that I thought was good and wholesome about my being with the sorceress was suddenly and irrevocably shown to be bad.
Every thought I’d had while under her control made me sick now when I thought of them. I remembered everything she had done to me, from the torture to the questioning to the promising, and I hated myself. I had given in so easily. I had walked away from Squall, just like that. Yet a small part of me must’ve rebelled against the sorceress, because the last thing I could clearly remember was her promising me my desire, and getting my promise that I would tell her whatever she wanted to know the moment I had him in my grasp.
Fuck, I thought, bashing my forehead into my forearm and closing my eyes tight, she knows about me and Squall. Is that why we’re in the same cell? In the hopes that her spell or whatever might kick in and I’d have him ready and waiting for me?
It won’t kick in, Carbuncle said, his voice sounding affronted that I would even fathom the thought that he wasn’t good at his job.
I didn’t bother to retort this time, considering I was screwed if the GF decided to stop obeying Squall and left me to return to his real master. As it was, Squall was stirring, so I knew it wouldn’t be too much longer before he woke.
I grinned as I watched those stormy grey eyes blink open. He focused on my face first, his gaze roaming all over before he allowed himself the tiniest of smiles. Then he looked around and blew out a sigh.
“So,” he said quietly, “I guess we ended up in D-District Prison after all.”
“Is that where we are?” I asked.
He nodded. He slowly pushed himself up and swung his legs off the bunk. It allowed me a place to sit, which I gratefully took. There wasn’t much space in the cell otherwise, and I didn’t much like sitting on the floor.
“Do you remember how we got here?” I asked.
“No. Do you?”
“Not really. That’s why I was asking.” He narrowed his eyes at me, and I smiled.
He blew out a sigh again. “Last time I was thrown in here, it was because I failed in taking out the sorceress.”
“Well, at least that remained the same, right?”
He shrugged. Then he looked at me, his eyes traveling from my head to my toes and back again until he focused on my eyes. “Don’t be too hard on him. I was the one who came up with the plan to force-junction him to you.”
“So he’s told me several times and with much whining.” I ran a hand through my hair. “What made you think of that idea? Force-junctioning a GF on someone isn’t normal, you know.”
“...”
“So in other words, you didn’t think you had any other options. You were just going to give it a shot and pray it worked.”
“...It worked.”
I looked at him. He looked at me. It struck me he wasn’t going to apologize for what he did, but neither was he going to take Carbuncle back and risk losing me again. I studied his face and realized he was happy, relieved, that I was back and that I was with him. I hated myself anew. Even if the sorceress promised me Squall, he never would’ve been happy being under my control. Being forced to do whatever I wanted him to do. I looked away from him, clenching my fists.
“...?”
“It’s nothing.”
Liar.
He didn’t have to say it. It was practically palpable in the air around us. “She promised me you,” I said at last, growling out every word. “She promised me you, my dream and my desire, in exchange for me telling her everything about Garden.”
“What about everything I told you?”
“That too. You for all my secrets.” I cursed and slammed my fist into the bunk beneath us. Squall barely reacted. I turned to him suddenly, reaching out to grab his wrist. “I didn’t tell her. I didn’t!”
Squall studied my face for a heartbeat too long. “I believe you.” he said at last. He reached out and stroked my cheek, leaning his body into mine. His hand moved to my coat and gripped tight. “I believe you.”
I pulled him closer and hugged him tight. I didn’t like the way his voice had turned husky at the end. It sounded like he was going to cry, and Squall had never done that in all the years I had known him. But then, this Squall wasn’t the same boy I had grown up with. He had lived through this already. He knew what was going to happen, what he could change and what he couldn’t. He had probably cried plenty of times where no one could hear or see him do it. I couldn’t fault him for doing it now, not after he had succeeded in saving my stupid ass. Eventually, he pulled back and we sat side by side, leaning against each other.
“So,” I said after a while, “what now?”
“Not sure.” he responded. “Before, you had me brought to a torture chamber and electrocuted me until I told you what SeeD was for.”
I whipped around so fast that he actually fell backwards. I stared at him, mouth agape. “I did what?”
He looked at me with narrowed eyes and rubbed the back of his head. “You were still under her control then. You would’ve done anything she told you to.”
“But I... I tortured you?!” I wished there was room in the cell to get up and pace. But there wasn’t, so I settled for punching the closest wall. “Shit, Squall! She made me do things to you, and you still saved me? You still believe in me?”
“...She made you.” he reiterated quietly. “Seifer, I know you’re capable of cruelty, just as I know how kind you can be. She brought out the worst in you. A sorceress’ knight is a reflection of the sorceress herself. The worse she is, the crueler he becomes.”
“But you’re not blaming me.”
“Tch.” he snorted. “Of course I’m blaming you. You’re the idiot who wasn’t man enough to tell her to fuck off. Twice.” I glared at him. He matched my glare with an icy stare of his own. Squall sat forward, bracing his arms on his knees in his familiar way, but he didn’t break eye contact with me. “But at the same time, it’s not wholly your fault. And... and I love you. So of course I saved you. Of course I still believe in you. Like I told her, I took back what’s mine.”
I saw color fill his pale cheeks as he said the words. The image, like the words, burned itself into my memory. He knew it was partially my fault and he wouldn’t let me forget it, but neither was he going to continue hounding me about it and making me feel worse than I already did. I leaned closer to him, deciding to take a page out of his book for once. Instead of saying anything, I kissed him. His lips were soft against mine, resistant at first. Then they slightly parted, allowing me to deepen the kiss and taste the hot cavern of his mouth. I didn’t let the kiss continue, mostly because if I did, we’d both end up hating each other and ourselves because there wasn’t enough damn room in the cell, and pulled back to meet his gaze.
“So now what?” I asked, and at once his demeanor seemed to change. He knew I wasn’t asking about our amorous escapades.
He shrugged. “About now, Irvine’s come to get Rinoa out. They’ll get maybe a mile from here before she tries to claw out his eyes.” I laughed. That certainly sounded like the Rinoa I knew. Squall continued, “They’ll come back and rescue everyone. Originally, I was already out of this cell, so they reached me upstairs and freed me.”
“Well, seeing as I’m not there to give you some shock therapy, do you think they’ll realize we’re still in this cell?”
He shrugged. Then his head tilted to the side, and a strange expression came over his face. I tensed, feeling as though I should be trying to find the furthest corner from him. Instead, I held my ground and asked, “What is it?”
“The Moombas.”
“The... what?”
Squall smiled gently, just the tiniest little twitch of the lips. “You’ll see.”
He shifted to peel off one of his gloves and raised his hand to his mouth. Before I realized what he was doing, or before I could stop him, he bit into the soft skin of his index finger until it bled. I stared as the crimson liquid beaded at the mouth of the self-inflicted wound, and looked at Squall with wide eyes. He just smiled at me and lifted his slim shoulders in a shrug.
A moment later, I nearly lost my balance as the cell we were in began to move. Squall remained impassive, his finger now stuck in his mouth to try and stop the bloodflow. I stared at him, more accurately at his lips, and wondered what else might look good in that mouth. Judging by the way his eyes narrowed at me, it was a subtle hint to keep my mind out of the gutter and focus on the task ahead, which was actually escaping. But there was a glint to his eyes that said he wouldn’t be averse to my thoughts at a later date. I couldn’t help the grin that twitched across my mouth and I inclined my head to accept his offer.
The cell came to a halt and the door’s hissed open. Standing there was a small group of two or three little lion creatures, all of them staring at us with wide liquid eyes. Squall shifted to push past me, slipping his glove back on as he did so. The moment the child-sized lions saw Squall, they began to squeak excitedly, bouncing around him in an awkward little dance.
“Laguna, Laguna! Laguna, Laguna!” they crowed.
Squall canted his head to the side as he regarded the Laguna-yipping creatures, then looked back at me. “These are the Moombas.”
“The fuck are they?” I asked.
“They’re the evolved form of a race called Shumi. They can remember people by smelling or licking their blood.” Squall put a gentle hand on one Moomba’s head and smiled up at me. It wasn’t a true smile, rather one that told me he was smiling because he believed it was the proper response to a situation like this. I raised an eyebrow as I regarded him, and his smile faltered. “They know my blood because they know my... my father’s blood.”
“...Wait. What? Your... your father?”
He looked away from me. “It’s a long story.”
“You know your father?”
He kept his gaze away from me. “‘Know’ is a relative term.”
“But-“
“Seifer.”
I took the hint for once and shut up. Clearly, Squall didn’t want to talk about his mysterious father, and he wasn’t going to give in to my badgering. I studied his expression and realized that speaking about his father actually hurt, not because of the abandonment he clearly still felt, but because he didn’t actually know his father in the truest sense of the word. He didn’t want to acknowledge something that even he still didn’t know how to deal with.
“All right,” I acquiesced, “but you’re going to tell me one day.”
He finally looked at me but said nothing.
I moved forward, grinning widely. “So, I hope you have a plan on getting us out of here, Squall. I don’t really want to spend the rest of my life in prison.”
Squall looked at the Moombas and smiled.
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