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Scars	By : aeryia Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- And just to clarify, Final Fantasy VIII is property of Square Soft, although the plot and any made up characters are copyright mio (mine).
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CHAPTER TWO
Extinguished Desires
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"The night's still young. Let me make it up to you."
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Seifer truly believed that time had somehow managed to stop without any prearranged warning. He had not budged from his stationary spot beside the traitorous door, the idea of the current setting not having yet fully sunk into his understanding. He had not proposed the damage this type of situation might delivery to someone in his position, although the consequences he might attain from such a meeting were the last thoughts on his mind.
As though granting Seifer his most coveted wish, the man atop Squall had altered from lying to straddling the young brunet, an effortless method to better propel the menacing sneer dawning on his roguish features. His scathing hands, however, remained on the space between their bodies, his fingers deliberately toying with the undone button on leather pants, threatening to plunge further inside the tight clothing.
With all his attention fixed on the bewildered blond, he had paid no mind to the fast breathing of the youth underneath him, which was steadily increasing with each passing second. For what was causing this rapid inhalation, even Squall could not decode. While he had mentally prepared himself for a long night of exploitations and expanded humiliation, something about witnessing the upsetting expression on the handsome blond�s face broke him.
Seifer was slowly forcing his way to a part of Squall that no one has been able to gain entry to before, and the brunet did not like it. Whether it was that he felt a fraction of himself in violation or that he cursed himself for letting their mere encounter escalate further, he did not know. Either way, he swore to insanity that he would discover a solution to his dilemma, and quickly.
Squall�s contemplations promptly shattered at the sound of that repellent voice.
"He�s much more pleasing from up close. I�m willing to share, this one time."
A pair of fists clenched in looming belligerence, their owner forgetting completely the plan that they have formulated.
"The boy�s quite talented, too, if all you need is a quick relief," the man continued to supply, one hand remaining at Squall�s hip as the other strayed upward, slightly lifting the cream dress shirt as it softly stroked the youth�s belly.
Green eyes widened at the upsetting gesture, more distressed about the indifference Squall was expelling than the vile act altogether.
"Don�t worry. He won�t bite. Not unless you want him to."
"Fucking bastard!"
Seifer launched forward unexpectedly. The surprised man dropped back against tropical covers with a muffled thud, two hands gripping tightly around his thick neck. His breath came in short gasps as he used the stored energy for the activities of the night to grapple himself free, but with no avail. The blond�s strength was more than he had anticipated.
"You better� let go of me if� you know what�s good for you," the man managed to wheeze out despite the lack of air circulating his lungs.
"Fat chance, Reid," Seifer returned between clenched teeth, at last recalling the man�s family name.
"Why you little-- ugh," the tighter squeezing around his neck cut Reid�s breath, as well as his thoughts, short, sending his coherency into an apathetic wave.
"Did I fucking give you permission to speak, asshole?" Seifer hissed, his cat green eyes boring into his captive.
Taking advantage of the man�s less than agitated state, Seifer shifted his vision for a glimpse of how Squall was making out.
The brunet was stretched out in the same position, with his unbuttoned leather pants gaping wide across his hips, but now his grey eyes were trained on the beige-colored ceiling instead of at Seifer.
"Squall?"
The radical variation in tone compelled Squall to alter his line of sight to meet with Seifer�s. They no longer possessed the eerie vulnerability that Seifer had detected when he had stumbled upon the room; they had regressed to its original stormy disposition.
The brunet�s flaming gaze evidently suggested a malevolent exasperation, but Seifer chose to overlook that bit of evidence.
"How�re you holding out?"
"I�m fine," Squall stated impassively, as if nothing were wrong with the current situation.
"I�m sure you are," Seifer ground out, assuring himself that they would settle this at a more accommodating time. His vigilant eyes swept from the brunet�s shattered form to Reid�s narrowed gaze. "Why the fuck are you staring at me like that? I�m not the one who got caught with my hand down a minor�s pants."
"Seifer--"
"Give me a motive right now to stop me from handing you over to the DC police so they can throw your ass in jail."
"Seifer--"
"I�ll bet my father�s rage you wouldn�t last a week. Let�s see how you deal when someone else is about to shove their dick up your--"
"Seifer!"
The temperamental blond halted his daunting at hearing Squall cry out his name in distress. He was no longer sprawled on the rumpled sheets, but seated at the farthest edge of the bed, his back to the other two men.
"Well? Did you suddenly forget what you needed?" Seifer growled in agitated frustration when Squall had kept quiet.
"Let him go." The demand was but a notch above a whisper, clear enough to be heard in the stillness permeating the room.
Seifer was now staring at Squall in honest perplexity, sincerely considering that he should have taken his mother�s suggestion in cleaning his ears this morning.
"I won�t repeat myself again, Seifer." The brunet�s firm tone left no room for dispute, but damn it if Seifer was going to go down without a fight.
"Are you out of your mind? Squall, this guy almost raped you, and you�re willing to let the fucker go?"
"I know what he almost did. I was here, remember?" A dragged sigh was heard before Squall added softly, "Besides, it�s not rape unless I don�t consent to the advances." He turned gradually, gazing at Seifer from beneath thick, coal lashes. "I won�t hesitate to call the cops on you, Seifer, if you don�t let go of that man right now."
Seifer�s jaw threatened to slack even as he gathered to retain his mouth from opening in astonishment. Here he was, believing that he had won a bountiful of brownie points for coming to the brunet�s aid, but instead he was being shot down for going out of his way and playing hero for once in his life.
It truthfully wounded not only Seifer�s pride, but in an indistinguishable place in his heart to be trampled on in the way Squall had done so. Sure he had permitted his feelings to venture off into more unsettling territory, but the hidden affirmations did not stop him from allowing the afternoon events from taking place.
If the situations beforehand were not twisted enough, they certainly were now.
Seifer chanced a look down at Reid, who was at his mercy should his temper not be satisfied. The smug smirk was back in its place as his malicious black eyes stared back at the blond mockingly, knowing well that he had won the battle.

�But not the war, you slimy bastard.�

With Squall�s alerting words reeling endlessly in his mind, Seifer slowly loosened the powerful grip he had around Reid�s neck. He stood up from the bed, watching in disdain as the older man coughed violently to regain the oxygen that he had lost. His emerald eyes narrowed when Reid�s head rotated in Squall�s direction.
Emotions that Seifer found too strange to interpret passed like electrical sparks between the two. He made a mental note to ask the introverted brunet about it later, even though he knew he would not receive a straight answer, or any at all, in return.
After what seemed an eternity, Reid rose. He made on effort to straighten himself out, only following after his own two feet as they guided him to the door. As he neared the exit, he called out in warning:
"I�ll let you go this time Almasy, but that�s only because I like you. As for you, gorgeous," he licked his chapped lips before warning, "This is far from over."
"You�re in no position to be tossing out threats, old man!" Seifer snarled, readying to tackle the man if needed.
Reid cackled at Seifer�s ignorance before departing.
They were alone at last, as Seifer had wanted it from the beginning. No matter that their source of condemnation had finally headed off, Seifer swore that the apprehension in the air had yet to dissolve completely.
As much as he understood, to some extent, the situation in which Squall had gotten into to, the sudden excess tranquility in the air began to trouble the blond. Yes, he knew that the young brunet probably needed some time to gather his thoughts, but enough was enough. Seifer wanted answers, even if he had to wrestle them out of Squall. But no matter how badly he wanted to comprehend what had taken place, the boy�s health came in first.
"How�re you feeling now?"�You�ve seen me in the middle of a violation and yet you think I�m anywhere near doing cartwheels, asshole?
Contrary to his disconcerting thoughts, Squall assured, "I'm fine." He set his hands on either side of his position on the bed to better balance him as he made to stand. Even though Reid was no where near him, he was still trembling as if he were.
Seifer stalked to Squall�s side to help the brunet should he stumble in his steps. "Like hell you are. Here, lean on me so you don't fall." Squall pushed the provided arm aside before backing up against the wall, intensifying the gap between himself and Seifer.
"Don't touch me," he hissed dangerously.
Golden eyebrows shot up as handsome features screwed in disbelief. "What the hell's your problem, punk?"�I'm surprised he hasn't figured it out yet.
With a deadly scowl aimed in Seifer�s direction, Squall proceeded to supply, "You're my problem, Almasy. I never asked for your attention, I never asked for your 'assistance', yet here you are, like a nightmare come to life."
"Are you always this difficult with people who have just finished saving your ass?" Seifer bit back.
"I never asked to be 'saved.'"
"You're an ungrateful bitch. Do you know that?"
Squall scoffed in reply and turned to leave.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me." Seifer grabbed Squall by the shoulder and whirled him around. He was unprepared, though, for the icy storm stirring within the brunet�s eyes. The bitter expression sent involuntary chills down Seifer�s spine as he swallowed thickly to regain his train of thought, "I wasn�t finished with you yet so just sit tight until I�m done."
"Do me a favor and shove that phony concerned crap up your ass. You�re not fooling anyone with your act so why do you bother keeping it up?" Squall returned in the calmest tone he could muster.
"Little bitch!" Seifer grabbed a generous amount of white clothing between both his fists as he slammed Squall�s smaller frame against the wall. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"What are you going to do? Hit me? Go ahead if it'll soothe your rage." Squall's voice remained impassive as did his delicate features.
"You�ve got a sick and twisted mind inside that pretty little head of yours."
"Feel free to take any further advantage of me if you need to You�ve heard firsthand how great I am. Why not give me a test drive?"
Green eyes widened, the blond's next words lost upon hearing the youth's unexpected remark. Seifer alleviated his hold on the brunet, but didn't bother to widen the minor gap between them. Squall's head was thrown to the side, a minor attempt to keep the blond's image from springing into his line of vision.
"Squall, look I'm--"
Squall was quick to interrupt Seifer's stumbling apology, "Your pity is the last thing I need right now Almasy, so save it."
"Fine, I won't say it, but I am." Seifer didn't want their meeting to end like so, with a malevolent grudge hanging from them both. Squall's expression remained blank, as did his once raving stormy eyes. He had not moved an inch; if he was not comfortable with he blond's closeness, he was excellent at keeping it hidden.
After watching the emotionless brunet for uncountable minutes, Seifer played around with the possibility of asking the brunet a question that had fixed itself onto him since he had first staggered on them. He hoped that Squall would not take it the wrong way, as his curiosity ran deeper than did his newly found feelings for the boy at the moment.
"What were you two doing in a secluded room?" Seifer inwardly cursed at his verbalization of the question, but he continued to support it nonetheless when Squall stayed quiet, "I asked you a question."
"I believe that what you walked in on should answer your question."
Brushing the brunet's impulsive answer aside, Seifer asked anew, "How well do you know that man?"
"It doesn't matter."
"The hell it doesn't! If I hadn't been there at the time that I was, you could have been--"
"I said that it doesn't matter!" Putting a hand to his forehead, Squall spoke in a softer voice, "It's not important so why do you insist that it is? This doesn't concern you."
"Have you ever stopped to think for one second that maybe it does? That maybe I do care the least bit for you? Not every individual will go out their way to do so." Seifer all but yelled.'Why can't he just... why does he have to make things so difficult...'
With a bountiful of questions swirling around the mess in his mind, Squall slowly slid down along the wall, raising his knees once fully seated on the ground. He kept his sight on the floor as he reminded himself how to breathe deeply. The day had been going well, or at least, according to plan. Where did the blond come from and for what? Squall couldn't see why the man had to be right behind him, breathing down his neck over every detail in his life. Did he feel it his mission to "save" him for the sole reason that he witnessed a misfortune?'That is the only reason. If he hadn't seen that creep with me in bed, I bet he could care less. Damn playboy. Can't get satisfied with all the women that he has to come and seek me out.'
Seifer resisted slapping himself for his stupidity. His heart threatened to sink the moment the brunet dropped onto the floor. What he couldn't comprehend was why this boy was taking his concernment so hard. Surely his parents hasseled him as much as he was currently doing, so this shouldn't be anything new.'His parents. Hah... Wonder if they know that their gorgeous son was out here tonight giving his body up to some old ass bastard... and I don't think I'll be too happy to know if this has happened more than once. But like he said, he doesn't want me to care. So what the hell
does he want me to do? Forget? Yeah right, as if--'
He didn't like the possible answers that were coming up, but Seifer knew that he couldn't harass the brunet forever. He could let it rest for now, and bring the topic up sometime in the near future, and hopefully Squall would not have an outburst similar to the one he just had.
"Let�s forget about all this."
Squall didn�t bother to lift his head in order to test the blond�s sincerity on his statement. To a certain extent, the drastic change in issue made him question Seifer's sanity even more, but what the blond was asking him to do was damn near impossible.�And if I can�t?�
"You�ll just have to try hard enough."
Squall�s eyes widened at having heard an answer to his private thoughts. He looked up to find Seifer crouched before him on one knee, arms crossed on his lap.
A hand reached out to gently brush aside stray chocolate bangs for a better look at a pair of misty grey orbs. "I can help you, if you let me." Squall kept his eyes downward, not trusting himself to look elsewhere.
Goosebumps rode quietly through Squall�s skin at having been so close to the obnoxious blond. He didn�t like the foreign feelings that were welling up from deep inside, but he didn�t have the energy to stop them from cruising further. Why did this man have to enter his life now of all times? What did he hope to accomplish?�Absolutely nothing. This prick is only looking for a quick lay. That�s it. I�m nothing but another piece of ass to this bastard.�
"How about it?" the blond continued in a relentless whisper, his voice growing huskier with every word spoken, "I do care about you, how much, I don�t know, but I�m willing to find out and show you if you give me a chance."
A hand appears in Squall�s line of sight, its fingers wriggling in open invitation to grab hold of it. Amusing himself with repeated curses about how confusing and idiotic the blond can be, Squall took the offered hand.
"I�m Seifer, by the way," the tall blond began as soon as Squall was on his feet, intent on keeping his promise, "and you are?"
His sight locked on the joining of their hands, Squall believed that Seifer had finally snapped, but then he recalled the blond�s request. Feeling grateful that the night�s events were to be put past them, Squall replied with a forceful, "None of your business." He quickly released Seifer�s hands as he sauntered for the door.

�Ah, the wonderful ecstasy of d�j� vu.� Seifer mused as he silently admired the sexy sway of those perfectly curved hips.
"Does this mean you won�t be my date for prom night?" Seifer called out to the retreating brunet.
Without a look back, Squall flipped Seifer the middle finger before disappearing out the door.
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Even after the long minutes that followed the unusual line of circumstances, Seifer was still grinning like an idiot. He shrugged off the curious stares aimed at him from the crowds that he had passed on his way to-- well, he didn't know precisely where he was headed as he unconsciously allowed his legs the privilege to roam around the extravagant house.
His mind felt as if it were on a natural high, floating, up there near that imaginary place called "heaven". Squall hadn't exactly concede towards any form of friendship between the two, but he didn't reject the idea either. That thought alone caused Seifer's grin to widen as he deliberated over the many of possibilities that he might use to win the moody brunet over. It wouldn't be an easy fight; that he was sure of, but now that he had gone far enough, he was willing to go all the way.
Any way that it would lead.
"Seifer Almasy! There you are!"
Said blond rotated in place, noting that it was his mother calling after him. He sent her small wave to acknowledge her presence as she was nearing him. "Where have you been? Chasing after a nice young fellow, I hope."�You don't know how dead-on you are, Ma.�
"Maybe, maybe not," Seifer said with a laugh, intent on keeping his mother guessing until she could get a good look at Squall. Naturally, he needed the brunet on his side before they could confront his mother and inform her that the brunet did not look young from solely genetics.
"And that's Seifer speak for 'yes'. Tell me, have I seen him around?"
"I've no idea what you're talking about, Mother."
"Ah, I see how it is. Don't play this game for too long, Seifer. You know I'll find you what you're hiding from me soon enough."
"I'm not hiding anything from you, Ma." It wasn't an entire lie. It wasn't as if he and Squall were fooling around behind his mother's back for the past couple of months. How he wished the opposite, though. "Were you looking for me for an update on my love life or did you need someone to hang for a while?"
"That's right! I almost forgot! Your father and I are staying for a while longer, don't ask why because I won't tell you." She winked at Seifer before continuing, "A friend of ours offered to take us home. You know the Reid's, honey, don't you?"
Seifer forced himself not to cringe upon hearing that name. "Yeah�"
"Well, because of their kind gesture, Alexander decided that you could take the car home. He said something about how you were most likely bored without any 'action'... I swear, that man will never stop."
"That's great, Mom." An idea flashed through Seifer's thoughts. He had to stop the grin from overtaking his lips as he finished with an, �absolutely perfect."
Molly smiled a knowing smile. "Don't stay up too late now. I want the whole family together for breakfast tomorrow morning."
"I'll remember that." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Go and have fun. Don't worry about me."
"I won't," she said with a laugh.
Seifer waited until she was out of sight before setting off once more to track down a certain brunet.
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After stumbling into yet another long and empty hall, Seifer was ready to throw in the towel and ride himself home. Those brief notions were washed away when Squall rounded the corner on the other side of the passageway. A fleeting glint of surprise flickered through grey-blue eyes before they settled back to their usual stony persona.
"Finally found your ass!" Seifer stopped in front of the apathetic brunet, feigning exhaustion. "You're a difficult bastard to track down, do you know that?"
Squall raised an eyebrow, not amused. Placing a hand on one hip, he supplied somberly, "I never asked for you to come after me."
"�Course you didn't." Rising to his full height, Seifer looked down at Squall's smaller frame, his eyes zoning in on the protruding hip. "Feeling better?"
A frown was quick to mar the brunet's delicate features. "Thought you said we were going to �forget?�"
"Right. Just testing you." Squall rolled his eyes as Seifer gave out a nervous chuckle. "Where're you headed now?"
Squall blinked at the tall blond, expressive grey eyes looking Seifer up and down at his rapid change in subject. "Home."
Seeing an open opportunity, Seifer offered, "Well in that case, allow me to give you a ride."
"I don't think so." Feeling that enough was said, Squall attempted to go around the blond's much larger build, but Seifer swiftly sidestepped him.
"Why not?" he persisted.
The brunet nibbled on his lower lip as he dug for an excuse to evade the obvious, but tempting offer. "It�s late."

'It's late?' As if such an idiotic and spontaneous answer like such was going to keep Seifer away from getting to better know his newest object of affections.
"The more reason for me to escort you. I�m not taking any chances of you possibly being abducted while you�re making your way home." Reaching out, Seifer gently cupped a pale, smooth cheek and softly pleaded, "Let me take you."
Unexpectedly heavy eyelids threatened to drop over softening bluish eyes. Squall raised his eyes, feeling too dazed from the afternoon's events to notice the concern and desire swirling around the glimmering emerald ones staring back at him. He already comprehended to some degree that Seifer was the type of man who would stop at nothing from obtaining what he is chasing after, but that wouldn't prevent Squall from trying to.
Seifer found it hard to concentrate on his thoughts from the sight of the half-lidded brunet. He finally had the boy right where he wanted him, and there was not a thing to stop him from claiming his prize. Just as he found himself leaning toward an inviting pair of pink lips, his hand was brusquely slapped aside
"What the--"
"No thank you," Squall finally answered, taking in the blond's baffled state as the ideal opening to slip away. When Seifer turned, the brunet was already a few feet ahead of him.

'Little brat...'
Still feeling weary from his past 'escapade', Seifer resolved that a quick walk was enough to put him at hearing's length. Once at the right distance, he called out, "Why are you making this so hard on yourself?"
"How am I doing that? I've already made my decision," Squall called back before he entered another corridor.
The numerous people that had been present earlier in the day were now slowly parting, as it was already late in the afternoon. Seifer followed after Squall as the brunet led him through countless walkways, some that even registered familiar in his mind from his past roving. When he had decided that his legs were to be given better attention, the brunet had crossed the last visible hall and went through the door at the end of it.

'Guy doesn't give up, does he? And where the fuck does he get all that stamina from anyway?'
Once at the end of the hallway, Seifer pushed open the door with an irritated grunt. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness that had fallen over the sky, he realized that he was in the backyard of the mansion, where the valet parking was situated. Looking past the few people that were waiting in line for their car to be returned, he found Squall speaking to one of the valet parkers, who was dressed in red.
Careful not to make a sound, Seifer strolled closer to the unsuspecting brunet, thankful that the man in red had turn to tend a customer. Without missing a beat, he swiftly snaked his arms around Squall�s waist tightly, tugging the smaller boy closely against his chest.
Evading the kick that had targeted his right knee, Seifer mumbled into an ear, "Come on baby, I said I was sorry." He faintly felt Squall tremble at his touch, but he was too caught up with the beauty within his arms to look into it.
Squall squirmed in Seifer's embrace, trying hard to avoid the curious stares focused in their direction. "What the fuck are you're doing?" he hissed venomously.
The proud blond ignored him, fixed on playing his game a little while longer. "The night's still young. Let me make it up to you."
Squall was beyond mortified. His face flushed from humiliation and desire, a strong desire to be anywhere but his current position. He struggled relentlessly in the large blond�s arms, wanting to get away from the upsetting touch. "Let me go, you perverted asshole."
"Nu-uh. Don't wanna." Seifer buried his face into Squall's pale neck, inhaling the brunet's unique, sweet scent. "You smell great, baby. Like always."
The resistance subsided once Squall became aware that Seifer would not give up so easily. That, and the blond was physically stronger than he was. With a half-baked plan in mind that will hopefully liberate him from the powerful hold, Squall forced himself to relax into Seifer's arms. He made sure that his head fell back onto a muscular shoulder, his eyes sliding closed to keep from seeing Seifer's reaction. He distinctly heard his companion's breath hitch from his unusual action before a pair of lips latched onto his neck, placing light pressure but not going any further.
Feeling excruciatingly uncomfortable with how the situation was now being directed, Squall spoke up. "If I let you drive me, will you let go?"
"Aww, and here I thought we were finally bonding," the blond's voice had grown huskier to Squall's ears, more wanton.
The blond had a way of testing Squall's patience more than anyone before him. "Is that a yes or a no?"
"It's a yes. That, and you have to promise me that you'll let me help you remove that stick from your ass once we get there."
"Whatever."
Seifer released the brunet's body were quick to drape a possessive arm around the brunet's lean shoulders. He whistled for the valet's attention, brushing aside the darting glances he gave both Squall and himself to tell him to bring around his father's car. With a curt nod, the young man scrambled to find the Almasy's car.
Feeling the smaller youth grow rigid in his arms, Seifer asked cautiously, "What's up?"
Squall sighed before responding, "He'll be quick to spread this around. I'll never get to work here again because of you."
"You've got to learn to loosen up."
Offended at the comment, Squall mumbled, "Kinda hard when I have a stick shoved up my ass�"
A soft chuckle erupted from the tall blond as he squeezed Squall�s shoulders affectionately. Seconds later, a car appeared in front of the couple. The same man in red got out and handed the keys to Seifer before walking away rather hurriedly.
Relieving Squall of his touch, Seifer turned off the alarm and opened the passenger door. He looked back at Squall, a smirk forming on his lips. Scowling lightly at the gesture, Squall slid forcefully onto his seat, no vocalization needed to validate his displeasure in tolerating the antics of this mysterious blond. His eyes remained on the dashboard, refusing to acknowledge the other man as he collapsed onto the driver�s seat ungracefully, the car slightly dipping to the left under his weight.
Squall lost track of time for how long they had been sitting there without so much as either breathing a word. Not that he minded the silence. He was grateful that after the events of this night, he was finally allowed some sort of peace� but then again, he needed to get home quickly.
"Are we leaving or not?" he questioned briskly.
Seifer smirked as he inserted the key and fired up the ignition. "Just waiting for your order."
With no car blocking the front, Seifer easily maneuvered the vehicle through the driveway and into the darkened streets. He soon found it hard to concentrate on the road before him without taking small glances at the gorgeous brunet sitting beside him. Even as the glimpses accumulated in number, he had not noticed the uncomfortable squirming from Squall's part.
After following the long road they had gone through once outside the mansion, the car slowly stopped as it approached the first traffic light.
As he waited edgily for the red light to change, Seifer decided to ask carefully, "So� are you seeing anyone?"
"... �"
"Any girlfriends?"
"... �"
"How about a boyfriend?"
Squall sighed and retorted jadedly, "I agreed to a ride, not an interrogation."
"Don't get your panties in a bunch there, princess. At least let me know where your place is before closing up on me, that is, unless you don't mind coming home with me?" Seifer informed as the light transformed from red to green.
With a disgusted expression in place, Squall proceeded to direct Seifer to the location of his residence, voicing no more than one-word answers unless necessary.
Seifer pulled up along the block that Squall had instructed him to stop by, noting that the neighborhood was a distance away from his. He gave the tall and polished building, which was about fifteen stories high, a once-over, letting out a low whistle at the extravagant architecture.
Questioning to whom this boy might be related to, Seifer asked curiously, "You seriously live here?"
"... �" Squall didn't bother answering the undisclosed rhetorical question.
Long fingers tapped distractedly on the steering wheel. "So then�," Seifer's voice trailed off as he searched for a subtle way to ensure that he'd see the brunet once more, "I guess... I�ll be seeing you around?"
A scoff is heard. "I don�t think so." The passenger side door opened before slamming shut.
Seifer's intentions on making sure that Squall entered the building safely were swiftly demolished as he swerved onto the vacant streets at top speed, pissed.
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