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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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During the
few minutes before the beginning of his next class, he had exchanged his
backpack for his gym bag. Irvine had pointed him into the general direction of
the changing rooms, and he had happily informed him that he was going to his
choir class, for "all the cute girls take choir lessons." Of course,
Irvine couldn't really sing to save his own life. Seifer had merely chuckled at
the cowboy, too preoccupied to really care. He was looking forward to gym
class; it would provide for some well-needed distraction on his side.
The guys' locker room was
a little off the beaten tracks, and it took Seifer a while before he finally
spotted it at the end of a long hallway. He pushed the door to it ajar, entering
a small, white-tiled room in which the air was heavy with the sting of sweat. A
few guys were already undressing and slipping into their gym outfits, but
Seifer paid them no mind. He dropped his bag upon one of the wooden benches and
gave his respective locker a scrutinizing look-over. It appeared to be fully
functional, unlike some that he had come across on his trips to other schools
for athletic purposes.
Humming quietly to
himself, he sorted his shorts, shirt and sneakers onto the bench. Then, he
glanced at some dark haired student that had been eyeing him curiously from the
other side of the room.
"Hey," Seifer
said, a husky growl to his voice. "Any idea what we'll be doing?"
The boy stopped weaving
brand new laces through the holes in his shoes and nodded, an air of vanity and
importance surrounding him.
"Actually, yes I do.
We'll be doing track. Lots of running, you know."
"... No shit,"
Seifer replied with a grunt, and his face soured.
Tche. Smartass.
He wasn't an all-state
track runner for no reason.
"Erh..." the
brunette continued, "Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you
the new guy?"
For some weird reason, he
seemed upset that Seifer hadn't introduced himself right away.
Like the blonde hadn't had
anything better to do.
"Yep, that'd be
me," Seifer nodded reluctantly.
"Ah, neat. My name's
Nida."
"Seifer."
"Pleasure."
The boy named Nida resumed
lacing his dark blue sneakers while Seifer finished changing. The blonde looked
over his shoulder when Nida closed his locker door with a clatter and went to
file out of the room behind a group of other guys.
"I'll see you
outside," Nida declared airily.
Seifer nodded vaguely, not
quite sure what to think of the pompous brunette. He figured that he had just
met their future Valedictorian or something along those lines. Quietly, he sat
down on his bench, tresses of blonde hair washing into his face as he bent down
to tie his laces. Somewhere behind another row of lockers, towards the back of
the room, someone was slamming their door shut noisily.
'Jeez dude, why don't
you just go and tear the damn thing off?'
He rolled his deep green
eyes and glanced up, curious to see the guy that put so much passion into
storing away his belongings. He could hear the other's footsteps on the tiled
floor, the rubber of his soles grinding on the coarse stone.
A lean-framed brunette
emerged from behind the dividing wall of lockers. Seifer caught only a glimpse
of unruly brown hair, black shorts and a white, long-sleeved t-shirt, before
his features carved downwards into a nasty frown.
'Oh man...'
Yup, sure enough, he had
managed to land himself in yet another class with the ice princess, paving the
way for probably yet another run-in that could get him chucked into detention.
Peachy. Just
peachy.
Squall eventually halted
in his stride, feeling Seifer's intent gaze on himself. Slowly, he uncrossed
his arms from before his chest and looked to the side. He actually met the
blonde's eyes this time, but his expression faraway - completely unreadable.
Seifer raised his back slightly to study the brunette more closely.
The guy was kinda on the
thin side, he thought, though he still managed to look enticing. His legs in
those light, black shorts were muscled subtly. A decent runner, perhaps, though
Seifer doubted it. Squall's stride was too agitated. He had laid off the
leather bands, but his wrists were taped up tightly - both of them. Weak
ligaments, most likely.
Seifer considered saying
something.
Of course, when given the
choice between a swift retreat and casual conversation, Squall Leonhart rarely
ever opted for the latter. He shied away from contacts with other students on a
daily basis, apparently eager to do his nickname great justice. He didn't care
for friendship or even the occasional acquaintance. All that he wanted was to
be left alone, and he couldn't have been any less bothered for the people
around him.
This idiot was no
exception.
He had identified Seifer
as a cocky snob the moment he had first laid eyes on him on the road. Some
arrogant prick in an expensive truck and a stupid football varsity jacket who
deemed himself something special - the typical jock who thought he deserved to
be sucked up to.
Squall sucked up to
nobody.
With a muffled snort, he
turned around, and he was out of the door before Seifer could have done so much
as blink.
Bending over again, the
blonde folded his laces into a loose knot and jerked them tight while his
eyebrows mashed together.
"Stuck up
bitch."
He hurled his clothes into
his locker and slammed the door shut no less violently than Squall had done
only seconds before. Seifer was angry, and he didn't even exactly know why. All
he knew was that the touchy little ice princess had better behave himself,
because his patience with the brunette was starting to run dangerously thin.
Seifer took shit from no
one.
He left the changing room
and jogged down the hallway, out of the door and into the athletics court. He
could see the outline of Squall's figure against the blue sky, walking up to a
group of students that had huddled on the track ring. Seifer followed him, and
he wasn't surprised to see the brunette stop a little ways off to the side of
the main crowd, which consisted of males only.
The blonde grinned weakly.
In a way, Squall was a lot
more predictable than he had seemed at first sight.
Seifer examined the area
with great interest. He loved running, and this track court was fucking
marvelous. Apparently, the running tracks had been freshly paved, because the
coarse orange material beneath his shoes was hardly specked with dirt. He
scraped at it with his heels, only looking up at the sudden sound of a deep,
authoritarian voice.
"Everyone finally
here now? Good. Took you boys long enough."
He hadn't even noticed the
tall, dark-skinned man in the black tracksuit at the front of the group. He
looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties, very slim and wiry. The kind of
teacher that the girls flipped for. His long, black hair had been woven into
intricate braids, and it was cascading down his back smoothly like water. His gaze
was as dark and opaque as coal, but his eyes were sharp like those of a hawk.
The man screened his students for a while, pausing only briefly as he passed
over Seifer.
"Since it's been
almost three months that most of you have seen a track ring up close, I'd say
three laps sound good for starters," he declared, smiling faintly at his
students' complaints. "Yes, I know, it's horrible. Go on, go on."
Seifer was mildly
surprised at the abrupt manner in which their teacher was commencing the
lesson. Raking his memory, he tried to remember the man's name.
'Seagul. Kiros Seagul.
Right, he's the track coach, too. Go figure.'
Next to him, Squall had
sped off for his first lap, apparently familiar with Seagul's teaching habits.
He left most of the other guys in the dust, causing Seifer to rectify at least
parts of his earlier impression of the frigid brunette.
The bitch could run.
"Seifer?"
He pivoted on the spot,
blinking at his teacher who had approached him almost silently. The man was
studying him closely with those black eyes of his, as if there was something in
particular that he was looking for.
Seifer wondered what it
was and whether or not he had found it.
"Yeah?" he
answered.
"I'm Kiros, the
school's track coach," the man explained unnecessarily. "Director Cid
told me you were interested in joining the team?"
"Eh, yeah,"
Seifer replied, caught slightly off-guard. "I was kinda debating between
track and football..."
"Well, it's up to
you," Kiros replied crisply. "If you feel like stopping by, practice
is each Monday, Wednesday and Friday after school. We meet out here."
"Alright.
Thanks."
"No problem. I know
you're good, you were part of the all-state selection last year. You'd be an
asset for the team."
"Okay... I'll think
about it."
"Sure. Let me know
what you decide by the end of the week."
"I will."
"Well, better get
going then. The others are almost done with their first lap."
"Oh... Right."
Indeed, Squall and the
other guys at the head of the group were approaching the start of their second
round. Without much hesitation, Seifer decided to join them.
He jogged up behind the
brunette and three other students from his class, setting a moderate pace for
the time being. Frankly, he hadn't trained much over the summer holidays, too
busy recovering from the banter with his parents and his former schoolmates. It
had been a downright pain the ass. His ex-"boyfriend" (fling, more
like it) had totally flipped on him, cracking at the thought of people knowing
about them making out with each other like goddamn rabbits. He had put up a
remarkable tantrum, until Seifer had grown tired of it and simply kicked his
ass to the curb. Of course, the poor dear hadn't been too pleased.
'Dumb Fuck. At least I
never bothered to keep it exclusive or anything. Would've been a total waste of
my time.'
"-princess is running
again. Run princess, run."
'... Huh?'
Seifer's head flicked up
in confusion. Someone in front of him had spoken, a nasty inflection to their
deceivingly soft voice. The guy was dark haired, about his height and size,
perhaps smaller, and his angular face was tight with jeer. The two blonde boys
squiring his sides were laughing as they studied their friend's victim.
Seifer's eyes narrowed
when he understood who they were talking to.
"Come on princess,
what's up? Don't wanna talk?"
Squall didn't turn his
head an inch as he was running, grimly trying to focus onto his own breathing
instead of their taunts. He was staring blankly ahead, down the curve of the
track. He had been through this before, countless times, and he knew that he
could ignore them.
At least for a little
while.
After that, it was just a
matter of cutting his losses and retaining at least fractions of his pride.
"How's your daddy
dear, princess? Same old crook as ever? Fucking people over as usual?"
Squall bit his lips hard,
his teeth gouging into the delicate flesh. It was all he could do but hate with
his entire being, and hope that this bill, which had never been his in
the first place, would eventually be paid.
"So, tell me... Did
ya have a nice vacation, princess?" the guy continued snickering, the
unkind nickname streaking every single one of his sentences. "D'ya play
lots with yourself? Well, whatever it is you've got to play with,
anyway."
Behind him, Seifer noticed
Squall's hands tightening to fists, but the brunette kept jogging at the same
pace, neither slowing down nor speeding up.
Seifer made sure to stick
to his tail.
"Doubt he knows how,
Jeff," one of the lackeys chortled, amused by his own lame joke.
"Lil' Princess Prude. He's prolly still waiting for his Prince Charming to
steal away his virginity."
"Heh. See, if you're
a good girl, princess, I'll let you practice on me a bit," the bully named
Jeff offered foully, moving closer to Squall. "I know you're into that. I
heard you get your rocks off by servicing other dudes. Ain't that right,
bitch?"
Seifer's stomach coiled
with disgust and strain at Jeff's spiteful words.
Memories of a not so
distant past that he'd rather forgotten were inevitably pushing to the surface.
"C'mon, you know you
want to, princess..."
"I'd rather piss
glass, asshole," Squall snarled, his voice pure steel as he coolly flipped
the bully the bird in mid-run. "Go fuck yourself."
Seifer hadn't anticipated
the brunette's snide response, and apparently, neither had Jeff. The brawny
teen gave an angry hiss, his steps stumbling slightly as he tried to maintain
his pace.
"Think you're
something special, don't ya, fucking bitch?" he barked furiously.
"I'll show ya fucking special!"
Before Seifer could have
interfered, Jeff had extended his left leg and nastily canted it between
Squall's. He could see the brunette struggling to stay on his feet as he was
losing balance, but Squall had been running too fast to be able to retain control.
He fell hard as his ankle twisted and his knees buckled - and falling on turf
was never, ever a pleasant experience.
Seifer stopped
immediately. The bullies had halted as well, relishing the image of Squall
crouching on the ground with harshly barked skin. The brunette's face was
screwed into a pained frown as he curled one hand tightly around his left
ankle.
"Stinkin' son of a
bitch!"
The guys turned at the
sound of Seifer's seething voice, irritation meshing with the sneer in their
eyes.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Jeff huffed, drawing up his shoulders as if to look intimidating.
The blonde stepped closer,
consciously positioning himself between Squall and his enemies. He caught a
glimpse of the brunette's face, and the sudden confusion that was writhing
every single one of Squall's fine features. His dark blue eyes were almost
black.
"I'll be the guy with
his fist in your ugly mug if you don't back the fuck away from him,"
Seifer growled, his face a hard grimace.
"Whoa, chill it,
dude," the smaller of the lackeys mumbled, apparently less brave than
their leader.
Who was to blame him?
Seifer definitely looked like a menace alright.
"I saw what you
did," the blonde snarled. "Don't fucking tell me to chill, dipshit!"
"So you did, huh? And
what ya gonna do about it?" Jeff asked crudely, and his voice held a
primitive note of warning.
Little did he know that
Seifer wasn't easily impressed by so-called "warnings." He was
prepared to do whatever it took to slap these assholes into their place, and he
didn't care too much about the consequences. He could feel his blood turning
hot with dire fury at their dirty deed, and he wouldn't mind going brawl happy
on their asses.
"Hey..." the
other lackey suddenly piped up, his face strangely thoughtful. "I remember
you. Aren't you that Seifer Almasy guy? All-state Galbadia football or
something?"
"Damn fuckin'
straight I am," Seifer hissed, not letting down his guard.
The recognition of
Seifer's obvious tackling abilities seemed to make the guys ponder - a concept
that was wondrous all in itself. Seifer could practically see the little wheels
milling behind their foreheads, debating their options. Messing with someone
Squall's size was one thing, this guy however...
Well, let's just say it
didn't strike them as such a clever idea.
"But... then what do
you even care?" Jeff inquired placidly, jabbing his chin in Squall's
direction. "He's just a dumb lil punk with a big mouth that needs to be
shut up properly."
Seifer didn't have to
think long on that one. Granted, he had been pissed off at Squall for his stale
attitude, but Seifer also possessed a great sense of righteousness. He had been
a bully alright himself at some point in his life, but he had learned a lot
throughout the previous months - much more than he had ever wanted to know.
Being ridiculed and
treated like shit was no fun at all, especially when the "jokes" were
aimed below the belt line.
"Just concern
yourself with the fact that I do care," he responded coldly.
"Try 'shutting him up' just one more time and you'll be collecting your
teeth off the fucking turf. Got that?"
Jeff had no chance to give
a reply of any kind, because they finally took notice of the fact that Kiros
had come running up behind them, his face curled to a mask of concern.
Seifer could have sworn
that he heard Squall groaning in what seemed like annoyance.
"What's going on
here? What happened?" Kiros demanded.
"They-" Seifer
started.
"Shut up."
Seifer blinked, entirely
dumbfounded, and he slowly twisted around. Squall was still sitting on the
ground, though he was struggling to get up despite his sprained ankle. His
knees and the outside of his right thigh were a mess, chafed down to where his
skin was oozing a thin layer of blood. Seifer knew that it was probably burning
like fuck, but that didn't explain the brunette's unusual order.
"I tripped,"
Squall lied, exchanging a minute, warning glance with Seifer before he looked
at Kiros. "Sorry."
Of course, Kiros Seagul
was far from oblivious. He had heard Squall's hissed command to Seifer, and he
had seen the caution in his eyes. This wasn't the first time that something
similar involving Jeff and Squall had happened, but as it was almost tradition,
the small brunette wouldn't tell a word. Unfortunately, Kiros himself hadn't
seen what had happened, and it was difficult to punish students without a
communicative witness. Looking at Seifer, the new guy, it was obvious that he
had watched something, but Squall had silenced him all too efficiently.
It was a pity, and it
angered Kiros like nothing else.
"Tripped?"
he repeated icily.
"Yes," Squall
affirmed. "It's nothing. Just my ankle."
Kiros studied them very
closely as he bent down to examine Squall's left ankle, which had begun to
swell up slightly. Jeff and his cronies, Chris and Mike, were of course
sporting their most innocent expressions. Had he ever expected anything else?
Squall's face was carefully blank, as usual. The only one who seemed mildly
unsettled was Seifer, but the blonde was willing himself to stay calm and keep
his mouth shut against his better knowledge.
It was pointless. Always
had been.
"I see," Kiros
said sourly when he stood up, making it blaringly evident that he did not
believe them. "Very well. Seifer, take him to the infirmary, please."
Seifer nodded hesitantly.
He looked at Squall, whose features were dragged in agony at the mere idea of
being in close proximity to the blonde.
"I can walk on my
own," the dark haired teen tried, pushing himself onto his feet.
He couldn't help but wince
at the pain that was jabbing in his left ankle as he stood, and he shifted his
weight immediately.
"Yes, I see
that," Kiros replied sarcastically. "Seifer's going with you. Go on!
... And you guys better keep running!"
Seifer hadn't even noticed
the small crowd of fellow students that had gathered all around them. Nobody
was jogging anymore, curiosity having gotten the better of them. They did take
off at their teacher's order though, knowing that Kiros was a man whose temper
was lethal once aroused. He doled out detentions like no other.
"Come back once you
dropped him off," Kiros ordered. "I'll check on you after class,
Squall."
And with that, he walked
off.
Feeling slightly nervous,
Seifer studied his respective "task", trying to figure out the best
way to tackle it. Squall heeded him with a glare out of narrow grey eyes that
could have frozen hell over. He was, more or less, balancing his weight on one
leg, trying to rest his sore ankle without looking overly ridiculous.
"Okay... uh... I
guess you better put your arm around my shoulder or somethin'," Seifer
suggested with a helpless shrug, scratching his head.
Squall's expression made
it awfully clear that he wasn't planning on putting anything around
anybody. Seifer sighed deeply, feeling his irritation intensifying once more.
It wasn't like he had expected the brunette to leap into his arms and label him
his hero, but he had hoped that he would at least layer his
grouchiness-level a bit, considering that Seifer had just helped him out big
time. Sadly, Squall didn't look remotely willing to do anything of the like.
Finally, Seifer got fed up
with it. He'd been appointed with this task, and he was going to see it
through, death glares or not. Brusquely, he marched up to the brunette and
grabbed his left arm to lace it around his own shoulder. Meanwhile, he snaked
his right arm around Squall's waist, immediately feeling the brunette clamming
up and trying to make a break for it. Unfortunately for the smaller boy, Seifer
was using his advantage in strength and weight all too wisely.
As Squall continued to
struggle, Seifer tilted his head to bring his mouth close to the other youth's
ear. Tresses of the brunette's chocolate brown hair brushed against his nose,
and he thought that he could perceive the warm, lush scent of apples.
Cinnamon and apples...
mhh.
'Argh! Fuck. Focus
already!'
Suppressing a longing
sigh, he forced himself to snap out of it.
"You want me to tell
him what really happened?" he hissed suggestively, motioning in
Kiros' direction.
Squall froze on the spot
and Seifer could hear how his breathing jarred at the thought.
"Didn't think
so," he cooed blithely, sending a chill down Squall's spine. "Let's
get a move on then, shall we?"
The brunette was still
stiff like a board in his hold, but at least he quit slamming up futile
resistance. For the time being, Seifer was satisfied. He took a tentative step
towards the school building, relieved to find Squall following his lead.
They walked slowly, their
bodies melting together for the sake of necessity. It was awkward, for all that
Seifer knew. Squall's body was rigid, every one of his muscles tight like
wires. He hardly placed any of his weight on the blonde's shoulder, and his
stride was accordingly erratic.
"I think you're kinda
missing the purpose of this," Seifer grunted, and he curled his hand
around Squall's left wrist to pull him further onto himself.
He had, however, by no
means anticipated the brunette's response to that touch.
Squall yelped in shock and
was gasping for air as pain seared through his arm like fire, scorching his
nerves. He stumbled over his own feet at the overwhelming sensation, wincing
yet again at the acute ache in his ankle.
Seifer immediately let go
of his wrist, but he continued to support Squall's body by the waist. The
brunette's breath was coming in hard, flat thrusts.
"Fuck, I'm sorry! You
okay?" Seifer asked after he had halted both of them. "Squall?"
He cocked his head down to
study Squall's face, but it was obscured by a curtain of dark hair. The
brunette's pale neck was spangled with beads of sweat. He looked bad. He looked
like he was in pain. Nevertheless, he nodded edgily, though Seifer could feel
his hand shaking on his shoulder. The spicy, cinnamon smell of his body wash
had kindled with the acute sting of fear.
Seifer didn't quite
understand.
"You, like... have
problems with your joints or somethin'?" he asked softly, trying to soothe
the brunette's frayed nerves.
Again, just the faintest
of nods and the sensation of Squall drawing away from him as far as he could.
"Damn, I'm sorry,
man. I should have figured, since you taped them up..." the blonde said,
regret swaying his words. "I'm sorry. Really."
For the first time since
they had left the track ring, Squall raised his voice. It sounded coarse and
tight, and he was struggling to keep it from coming in nervous waves.
"It's fine."
After sucking in a deep
breath and willing himself to steady, Squall continued hobbling towards the
door to the school building, determined to get this over with as quickly as
possible. Seifer couldn't shake off the impression that Squall was merely
trying to cut the subject short, but he paced himself with the brunette all the
same. Squall's lean frame had become even more static in his arms, and he could
feel the brunette's taut abdomen echoing the now flat rhythm of his breathing.
Though it bothered him
slightly, he couldn't help but worry.
"What was that all
about, anyway?" he asked, if only for the sake of crushing the silence
between them. "Those fucknuts, I mean."
"None of your
business," Squall replied defensively, staring straight ahead as if caged
in a tunnel.
Perhaps he was.
The feeling, at length,
was the same.
"I believe it
is," Seifer disagreed.
"You're wrong,
then."
Seifer could tell by the
tone in Squall's voice that this matter was a final one, at least for the time
being. The brunette was not going to let any details on the incident slip, no
matter how hard he'd pry.
It only made the dark
haired youth more intriguing.
'Yeah... in a dumb,
frustrating kinda way. Man...'
They reached the door and
Seifer pushed it open, helping Squall inside. Once in, he looked up and down
the empty hallway, uncertain of where to go.
"So, where's the
infirmary?" he asked, glancing at Squall.
"Down that way and to
the left."
"...'Kay."
As they were walking in
the direction that Squall had pointed out, an idea started to stir inside
Seifer's head.
Perhaps this was a good
moment to set things right between them.
Not that it was of any
importance...
"Hey... we didn't
really have a good start, huh?" he said casually and grinned, though he
knew that the brunette couldn't see the gesture.
Squall was a few inches
shorter than him, and he made sure to keep his head stubbornly low. Seifer
could only gaze at the ivory skin of the brunette's neck and jugular when he
craned his head around, and though the view wasn't necessarily beneficial in
his current situation, he found it no less enticing. Focusing proved indeed
slightly difficult.
"I didn't mean to be a
dick or nothing," he quickly continued, but already felt like he was
talking to a brick wall. "Just weird coming to a new school your senior
year. Guess I was feeling kinda aggro."
If Squall cared for his
words, he definitely did not show it. His arm was slack on Seifer's shoulder,
and he stared at the linoleum to his feet. Deep down, he wanted to snort with
laughter at the blonde's words, but he couldn't bring himself to. He knew why
they had clashed in the first place; it had been just as much his fault as it
had been Seifer's, perhaps even more so his own. He didn't like people in
general, and he liked men even less. Admittedly, this one seemed alright enough
at a closer look, but didn't they always before they fucked you over?
..: "Just concern
yourself with the fact that I do care." :..
''Care'? Care my
fucking ass... and even if... whatever. It doesn't make a difference.'
"This is it,"
Squall said flatly.
Seifer looked up at the
white door in front of them. He was mildly disappointed at Squall's ignorance,
but at the same time, he could practically sense the brunette retreating to a
place in his mind where nobody could reach him. Frankly, it wasn't like he had
expected a response in the first place. He already knew better than that.
He pushed the door open
and ushered Squall inside. The nurse's office was small and sterile, reflecting
the occupant's scarce interest in decoration. Some framed certificates lined
the walls. Seifer discovered a degree in medicine acquired at the Med School of
Timber, issued to "Sybil Kadowaki".
'She's a doctor? Why's
a doctor working as a school nurse?'
He tried to picture his
own mother, Elaine Almasy, working as a nurse practitioner, and he almost had
to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud.
Like his mom was ever
going to strap so much as a bandage on anyone who hadn't whipped up a $1000
deposit.
"Squall?"
A middle-aged lady had
appeared from behind a white curtain that blocked off a separate treatment
cubicle. A stainless steel stethoscope was laced around her neck, and she wore
a starched white coat over brown shoes and stockings, and God only knew what
else. Her deeply lined face was stern, though not necessarily unkind. She
looked at Squall with an air of familiarity, and Seifer wasn't quite sure how
much he liked that concept.
Nobody should be familiar
with the school nurse.
"What happened?"
the lady asked, leading them to a stretcher where Squall could sit down.
Seifer retreated, careful
to make enough room for the doctor to operate on. Squall glanced at him ever so
briefly, but he looked away as soon as Seifer had caught on his gaze.
"I fell," Squall
said, tainting his words with the bitterness of lies yet again.
She didn't seem to pick up
on it.
"So I see," the
doctor replied calmly, examining his abrasions. "Did you twist your
ankle?"
"Hn."
"Ah, yes... hmm.
Okay, hun. I'll take a look at it in a second."
She turned to screen
Seifer's face and body, but the blonde shook his head vehemently.
"I'm fine," he
muttered quickly, not too thrilled about doctors and examinations in general.
"Only helped him."
"I see. What's your
name, dear?"
"Seifer."
"Ah. Well, it was
very nice of you to help him, but you better get back to class, Seifer."
"... Right," the
blonde agreed reluctantly.
He glanced from Squall to
her and back, nodding vaguely. The brunette actually reciprocated his gaze this
time, but his face was entirely blank. For a moment, Seifer wondered once more
where Jeff's cruel insults had rooted from, and if they held any truth at all.
For all he knew, Squall could be into S&M with rubber donkeys. Those damned
grey eyes of his surely didn't give away much more than cold-blooded
indifference, let alone sexual preferences.
It was a shame, truly.
"Well... guess I see
ya later then," he finally shrugged, feigning indifference. "Uh...
and just lemme know if there's anything else I can do."
He didn't wait for a
response when he trudged out of the room and quietly closed the door behind
himself. Sighing deeply, he looked at the digital display numbers of his
wristwatch. It wasn't even noon of his very first day yet, and he already had
enough on his mind to last him for the rest of the goddamned year. Of course,
he just had to run into a guy that fascinated the freaking hell out of
him. He wasn't even quite sure whether he really liked or really loathed the
hard-headed brunette, but it was most likely a good bit of both.
Either way - Squall's rich
scent clinging to his clothes did little to banish the brunette's image from
his thoughts.
Very, very little.
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