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Whispered Screams	By : AngryAngel Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Deling
City High was nicer than his old school. Much nicer. Rich parents had donated
sick amounts of money to turn their children's educational facility into
something that almost resembled a temple in its beauty. All buildings were freshly
painted, seamed with green yards and carefully trimmed harvest fruit trees. The
air smelled of cherries and apples, and a surprisingly gentle bell announced
the beginning of classes.
Of course, as it was with
most places of its kind, Deling City High's splendor only went skin-deep. The
students were no different than the ones in Balamb. Kids who had never worked a
day in their lives and whose parents were loaded - Seifer could have sung a
song of it. Both of his parents were doctors; his mother was a cosmetic
surgeon, his father a specialist in internal medicine. Needless to say, Seifer
had never worked for his money's worth, either.
But that wasn't the point.
He remembered his fellow
students' looks only too well. Their struck faces when the rumors about his
sexuality had hit even the most oblivious of them. Seifer Almasy, prince of
jocks, had slept with a guy?
A guy?
It had been downright
outrageous.
Well, his parents had
pulled the emergency brake eventually and decided to have Seifer switch schools.
Of course, their choice had been an equally snobbish environment, equally
prestige - but at least it had been different.
Different.
His backpack threatened to
slide off his brawny shoulder. He adjusted its position haphazardly,
semi-consciously noting the group of girls that was ogling him and Irvine. He
smiled at them lazily, not really giving the act a second thought, as if it was
entirely natural to him.
Seifer could play his
charm like other people did cards.
The cowboy led him through
a maze of hallways, up a flight of stairs and past one of the two school
cafeterias.
"I really
don't recommend ya eat there," Irvine advised readily, his smug grin
apparently permanently attached to his face.
Seifer found himself
wondering just how often the guy at his side had watched "The Good, The
Bad And The Ugly."
'Certainly one too many
times, man. He's fuckin' kooky.'
"My buddy Zell really
digs their hot dogs," the cowboy continued, "But he'd eat anything
that's dead or not hiding up in the trees by the count of three. And even
then..."
He performed a vague
gesture with his hand.
"Then where do
you have lunch?" Seifer interrupted. "You don't strike me as the
kinda guy who'd bring a lunchbox from mommy."
"Oh, we go to this
place across the street, 'Ward's Diner.' It's decent. There's this really cute
chick that works there..."
Seifer sighed. Why had he
seen this coming?
"Ya don't say,"
he purred.
"Dude, she's really
cute! She won't give me her phone number though. I've asked the ice princess to
help me out, but I think he just flipped me off."
Irvine rubbed at his chin,
apparently trying to revive the memory.
"Ice princess...
talkin' about Squall or whatever his name is?" Seifer asked with a bored
inflection.
In reality, the blonde
couldn't keep his interest from perking, because that grumpy looking brunette
had been quite on his mind, though Seifer wasn't all too happy about it. He had
sworn to himself (and to his parents - about two dozen times and then some)
that he would not start anything with a guy this year. That kinda stuff
would have to wait until college, when people cared less about what he did on
his private time.
Still - Squall Leonhart
had managed to elicit his curiosity.
"Yep, that's right.
He works at 'Ward's' after school. Don't think his folks have a whole lotta
money, but I dunno, maybe he just enjoys working his ass off," Irvine
explained with an abject grunt and a careless shrug to match. "The chicks
really dig him, don't ask me why."
'Why, couldn't be
because he's hot, could it?'
Of course Seifer didn't
voice his sarcasm, nor did he give any signs of caring much for Irvine's
information on Squall. The cowboy was obviously straight like an arrow, and
Seifer knew better than to hint at his own sexuality.
Vigilance would be his
closest friend this year.
Eventually, Irvine ushered
him into a brightly lit room, and Seifer only assumed that this was their
respective math class. He quickly let his emerald eyes screen rove over
numerous seats, most of which were already occupied. He received more than just
one curious look-over, but he didn't mind. He was used to those kind of gazes -
dreamy, eager, provocative, jealous. He had mastered the art of handling them
long ago. He'd flirt just enough to keep the girls interested and the guys on
his side. Rarely ever did he take it too far.
Those times that he had,
he remembered and kept as lessons well learned.
Irvine flopped down into
one of the hard plastic chairs, immediately starting to chat with a curly
haired blonde girl in front of him. Seifer sighed mutely and glanced around the
room, scanning it for vacant seats. He spotted an empty one in the back, which
suited him just fine. As his gaze swerved to the left and right of it,
inspecting his prospective neighbors, he couldn't help but suck in a flat breath.
Sitting next to the
window, gazing disjointedly out into the yard, was Seifer's ill-tempered early
morning freeway encounter. The brunette had taken off his leather jacket and
carefully smoothed it over the back of his chair, which he was balancing carelessly
on its hind legs. His sleek helmet was resting on the window sill, never quite
out of his reach. His shirt was plain, thin, long-sleeved and black.
Seifer had to hand it to
him - Squall Leonhart pulled the rogue biker look off like no other.
Hoisting a self-assured
smirk upon his face, Seifer calmly made his way to his chosen seat. He had
passed about three tables, when something suddenly landed before his feet with
a loud and cringe-worthy clatter. Seifer halted in his stride, looking down
distracted and annoyed. Apparently, someone had dropped a baby blue tin pencil
case to the floor, and it had spilled its contents all over the cream colored
linoleum.
Coincidence?
Yeah right.
He kneeled and collected
the various pens to sort them back into their container. As he rose back up, he
could almost feel their owner's eyes boring into him.
She was pretty, he
certainly had to give her that. A petite brunette with long hair that was
interwoven with chunky auburn streaks and a finely featured face dominated by
large, bambi brown eyes. She was beaming up at him in rapture, crossing her
legs and leaning backwards so he could get a full frontal of her low-cut white
summer dress.
Suppressing a sigh and
forcing his irresistible smile back onto his face, he handed her the case.
"Think this is
your's."
She laughed, high-pitched
and full of pretense. Of course, had he expected anything else? Granted, he
fancied girls too, but he had stopped caring for the air-headed, giggling
barbie type a long time ago. It took him but a split-second to categorize this
female specimen:
She definitely wasn't what
he'd call "dating material." A one-night stand perhaps, but that was
all he would accredit her with.
"Awww," she
cooed, her voice annoyingly shrill. "Thank you! I'm like, such a klutz.
You're new, right? What's your name?"
"Seifer. Seifer
Almasy," he answered, trying to keep his grin from fading.
"Mine's Rinoa
Heartilly. Nice to meet you."
Her smile was sweeter than
cotton candy.
He hated cotton candy.
"Nice meeting ya too,
Rinoa."
"Call me Rinny."
Another merciless giggle
ensued.
'Please, shoot me now
before my brain's crippled forever.'
He resisted the urge to
roll his eyes and opted for a smug wink instead. After all, it would do him
little good to fill the lines of his enemies just yet.
"Right, Rinny
then," he said, his voice strained despite his efforts. "Well, I
better go take my seat so I don't get yelled at right off the bat. That'd set a
new record, even for me."
She gave another one of
those canned giggles, and he was relieved that he could walk away from her
without seeming like a total dick. When he re-adjusted his focus to the back of
the room, he was surprised to find Squall looking at him. The brunette's features
were curled with a look of faint disgust, and he didn't hold Seifer's gaze. As
soon as the blonde had caught his storm grey eyes, Squall shifted to his left
and resumed staring out of the window.
'Yeah, ice princess
alright... or glacier queen more like it. This oughta be interesting.'
Seifer sank down in his
plastic seat with a creak and dropped his bag to the floor. Flicking his gaze
to the side, he realized that Squall was still glaring out of the window. The
brunette's hands were placed palm-down upon his desk, and he was tapping his
right index finger ever so softly. Seifer noticed that he was wearing broad,
dark brown leather wristbands with silver clasps. They looked almost like belts
in a way. He had seen similar ones in a magazine before, and he quickly decided
that they fit the brunette pretty damn well.
"I like your
wristbands, man," he declared cannily, his chin perched nonchalantly in
his hand and his green eyes fixing the other teen with a smooth grin.
Squall turned reluctantly.
His eyes were cold and hard as they connected with Seifer's, and he stopped
tapping his finger. His contempt was almost palpable, and Seifer could feel how
a chill settled over him like heavy mist. For just one moment, he would have
sworn on his life that Squall hated him from the very bottom of his heart.
But the moment was gone,
and the brunette reeled his head to the side again, out of Seifer's curious
view. Before the blonde could have raised his voice anew, noise at the front of
the classroom snared his attention.
A woman had entered, and
judging by her stunning appearance she was the lady that Irvine had been raving
about. Her hair was straight and raven black, pinned to the back of her head in
an intricate knot. She wore a dark purple costume that flaunted her long, ivory
legs, and her eyes were swirling with the golden hues of liquid amber.
Something about her was
hypnotizing.
"Good morning,
class."
Her voice was like a song,
soft and powerful at the same time. She glanced around the room, smiling
enigmatically as she placed a stack of papers on her desk.
The red-headed guy who was
sitting to Seifer's right heaved a dull, longing moan.
Somehow, the guttural
sound tore Seifer out of his stupor, and he leaned back in his chair to assess
the situation from a distance. Next to him, Squall was looking at Edea Kramer
with stark disinterest, absent-mindedly fiddling with his wristband. Seifer
arched an eyebrow in bewilderment.
Did anything faze
this guy?
"Well, it's certainly
nice to see you all back after such a long break," Edea said lightly.
"And, if I'm not mistaken, we even have a new addition to our class."
Seifer's head whipped
around to her at those words, and he grinned blankly. She had set her eyes upon
him and was reciprocating his smile, though in a much more subtle nature.
He was starting to feel
like an idiot.
"Seifer Almasy, isn't
it?" she asked softly. "The transfer student from Balamb City
High?"
"Yeah, Ma'am."
"No need for such
formalities," she replied and a quiet laugh swayed her voice. "My
class calls me Edea."
"O-Okay."
To his left, Squall gave a
low-pitched snort. Seifer glanced at him questioningly, but the brunette
refused to meet his eye. He had grabbed a pen and notebook and begun to draw
odd shapes on a blank piece of paper, totally engrossed in his own little
world.
"What?" Seifer
hissed under his breath, feeling slightly angered. "What's so funny,
huh?"
He thought that he saw the
corner of the brunette's mouth twitching slightly, but he wasn't entirely sure.
Squall merely continued doodling, and his shapes started to resemble an animal
of some sort.
"Hey, what are you
drawing?" the blonde whispered.
"Seifer?"
He flinched at the sound
of Edea's voice, which was drizzled with a faint hint of reproach. She had
fixed her amber eyes upon him while her hands were skimming through her papers
languidly. The rest of the class had turned their heads to watch him. Irvine
was giving him an ecstatic thumbs-up.
"Yes?" he
answered quickly, trying to sound purely innocent.
"Tell me... have you
talked with your counselor yet?"
"Oh... uh, yeah. She
gave me a bunch of stuff for my classes... uh, stuff I was missing, I
guess."
He shrugged. Indeed, he
had sat down with a counselor sometime during the summer, but he had never
actually taken the time to study all the paperwork she had handed him. He much
rather went running or swimming than spend his days inside brooding over notes
and homework.
Needless to say, his
grades reflected his attitude rather nicely.
"Good," she
purred. "If you have any questions, you can come see me after class. Well,
let's continue then, shall we?"
Seifer could feel his
attention seeping away as he tried to listen to her words and understand the
diagrams she was drawing on the dry erase board. Somehow, her earlier spell had
lost its effect on him. She still looked ravishing, but for some reason he
found the silent brunette to his left a lot more fascinating.
Out of the corner of his
eyes, he could see how Squall's sketch had turned into the large figure of a
predator of sorts - a lion, he guessed, judging by the extravagant mane. Seifer
didn't know too much about art, but he could tell that this guy had talent. His
linework was very smooth and detailed, flawless almost. He looked like he had
never used an eraser in his entire life.
Seifer's previous anger
had completely ebbed away, and he was curious to talk to Squall, to get to know
him. The teen seemed so different from everyone that Seifer had ever known, how
could he possibly be any less than mesmerized? Somehow, Squall never made any
extraneous movements, and Seifer could find beauty in every single one of them.
He seemed cool, collected and almost too mature for his age (well, save for his
aggressive behavior on the road and in the parking lot, perhaps). There was
something else, too, a feeling of mystery that surrounded this boy, but it was
yet beyond Seifer's understanding.
"Squall, do you know
the answer?"
Seifer started when Edea
Kramer jarred him yet again from his reveries. He had paid no attention to her
whatsoever, and he was sure that Squall hadn't, either. After all, the brunette
had looked rather engrossed in the progress of his drawing. Now, the dark
haired youth looked up from his work to meet his teacher's gaze, but he didn't
put his pen aside.
"Square root of
7921," Squall replied flatly, his voice barren and bored.
"Mh-hm, that's
correct. Very good, Squall."
The brunette gave neither
a physical nor vocal response to that. He returned his eyes to his notebook,
resuming to work on his lion's shape. Seifer's face crumpled wryly. He hadn't
even heard Edea's question, let alone known the answer, and Squall had
whipped it up as if it was nothing.
Who was this kid?
"That was pretty
smooth, wise guy," he muttered into Squall's direction, carefully
shadowing the words with subtle praise. "Considering you weren't even
paying any attention."
Squall's pen paused
briefly on its flight over the paper, as if the brunette was actually
considering to give a reply to Seifer's comment, but then he opted for
fashionable silence once more.
A real people person,
wasn't he just?
It slowly begun to
irritate Seifer.
"Jeez, did ya swallow
your tongue somewhere on the way to class, or what?" he snapped, the bite
of sarcasm in his voice a bit sharper than he had intended.
For some reason, that
comment elicited more than just a tremor in Squall's fluid movements. The
brunette's head jerked up, and he glared at Seifer with openly displayed
hostility. There was something raw in those steel blue eyes of his - something
that told Seifer right away that he had crossed into dangerous territory.
Why, he didn't understand.
The blonde edged back
slightly, suddenly feeling uneasy. He wasn't scared by any means, but Squall's
death glare had caused him to think.
Maybe this wasn't such a
good idea.
"Nevermind, I-"
"Fuck you."
The insult had come hard,
rough and low. Seifer blinked. Squall hadn't spoken very loudly, but his voice
had been pure acid, spiked with razors. The girl in front of him turned and
frowned at both of them.
Seifer didn't care.
"What'd ya say?"
he hissed dangerously, his body tensing.
"You heard me."
"You need a fucking
attitude adjustment, bitch!" Seifer snarled, his hands crushing to fists
on top of his table. "What the fuck is your problem, huh?"
Squall set down his pen
harshly, and Seifer could see that his hands were shaking.
Unfortunately, the blonde
was already way beyond the point of caring.
"Now now, what's
going on back here?"
Edea had walked up to
their desks, her pretty features screwed into a mask of disapproval. Seifer
forced himself to steady - he hadn't intended on getting into trouble on his
very first day, but this stupid fuck was driving him over the edge. Why the
hell had he snapped like that? Seifer had said nothing offensive, or at least
he didn't believe that he had.
'Touchy little bitch.
Must be on his fuckin' period or something. Jeez.'
Next to him, the brunette
was biting down hard upon his lips. He wasn't going to explain their verbal
banter to the teacher, Seifer understood that much. It'd be on him to fix this.
"Nothing," the
blonde finally muttered, his voice grating with strain. "Sorry."
Her frown didn't fade, and
she turned to look at Squall instead. The dark haired teen's eyes seemed oddly
unfocused. He was staring straight through her rather than at her, but
eventually, he forced himself to nod. His face was scarcely more than a mask.
"Of course..."
Edea said calmly, her disbelief evident in the words. "I assume you two
will actually be quiet then."
She turned, not waiting
for an answer, knowing perfectly well that she would receive none. Seifer
followed her graceful stride with his eyes, before he turned to glare at his
desk neighbor. Squall had resumed drawing, but his features were like ice. He
was pressing his pen down upon the paper so hard that Seifer could see the
tendons of his hand gliding beneath his skin. The brunette wasn't heeding him
with a single glance.
'Dumb little fuck. Be
that way then. See what I care.'
He spent the rest of the
class in stubborn silence, refusing to look at Squall just one more time. The
brunette himself seemed quite content with that arrangement. Obviously, he was
happiest when left alone.
It took another long and
boring hour before the school bell finally heralded the end of the lesson.
Seifer sighed at the merciful sound, and he leaped upon his feet to collect his
notebooks and follow the other students, who were already filing out of the
room. He saw the annoying girl, Rinoa, chattering with her blonde, curly haired
friend, and as Seifer went to walk past them, the dark haired girl grabbed his
arm.
"Hey, Seifer,"
she giggled and begun to play with a silver pendant laced around her slender
neck. "Michelle and I were wondering whether you'd wanna go to a club with
us and a few friends on Friday night?"
"Oi! Can I
come?" Irvine
piped up. "Please? Pretty please? C'mon, I'm a good dancer! You know you
wanna see my moves!"
Rinoa studied him
critically for a moment, before she nodded in a gesture of approval.
"Sure Irvy, why not?
Just as long as Seifer here comes along..."
The tone to her voice was
seductive enough to make Seifer choke, but he kept a straight face all the
same. Out of the very corner of his eyes, he could see Squall shrugging into
his jacket, his face apparently carved into stone. For some weird reason,
Seifer could tell that the slender youth was listening.
Immediately, his lips
smoothed into a lascivious smirk.
"How could I ever say
no to a pretty girl?" he leered at Rinoa. "I'm game."
"Great!" she
replied, bouncing on her heels. "Why don't you give me your phone number
so I can call you?"
"Sure thing. Have a
piece of paper? I know you've got plenty of pens."
She laughed falsely at his
stupid joke, and Seifer could feel his insides churning with apprehension. Was
he really agreeing to a date with the class bimbo for the off-chance of
possibly pissing Squall Leonhart off?
How bizarre.
He bent over slightly,
scribbling his number upon a pink post-it that she had placed upon her desk. He
caught a whiff of faintly cinnamon scented shampoo when Squall pushed past him,
walked through the rows of disarrayed tables and finally out the door, not
turning around once. Seifer tried to concentrate on his sloppy handwriting
rather than the thought of the grouchy brunette, but as he handed Rinoa the
note with a weak half-smirk, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he had done
everything wrong.
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