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Luck on His Side	By : Vovo Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and its characters are not my property, they belong to Square-Enix. I don't receive any profit from writing this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Word count: 3,390.
A/N: I'm sorry... there won't be smut in this chapter... It's the continuation of their story together...

Luck on His Side

Chapter 6
Seifer was at the gym, trying to distract himself. Working out always helped him to relax in some way, the exercises made him focus on the movements of his body and he forgot about some worries. It helped him while he was at the routines, but as soon as he took his shower and stepped out of the place, his mind reminded him that it had been days since he last heard anything of a certain brunet.
Squall was probably too busy with the record deal and his career. He called and sent some messages, but they were far from what the blond needed of him.
But Seifer understood.
It was Friday night, but the blond didn't want to go out. He thought it would be good to meet some friends at a bar or something like that, but he didn't feel like it. So he just passed quickly at the grocery store and decided to buy some nice things for the weekend. Beer was always a good choice and potato chips seemed like a good combination. Then his eyes spotted an ice-cream package and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. He was sure he liked ice-cream, more than before. Seifer decided to buy the same chocolate flavor he shared with Squall. And finally, he decided to buy the other things... the real food for his meals.
When Seifer was home, he decided to just watch a movie before he got to bed. He picked a beer can and sat on his couch after choosing the DVD. It was so relaxing to watch some guys punching and kicking each other. There was always a guy whose life was a mess and then he found himself having to fight for his honor, defeating bad guy after bad guy until he got his revenge and girlfriend back. It was always cliche and always amusing. He was thinking about ordering some pizza when his cell phone started to ring.
In other times, he wouldn't be so eager to pick up the call, but at that moment, he jumped to the small device at the nearby table.
"..."
"Squall?"
"Hm... Seifer, is it okay to call you now?"
"Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, we've been doing a lot of things lately."
"I know."
"Seifer... Can I..."
"Yes."
"But you don't know what it is."
"Come over here? Sure. I always like sex," Seifer chuckled.
Squall blushed slightly and was thankful the blond couldn't see it. "Tomorrow... I mean... I need to..."
"It's not sex, is it?" Seifer wanted to smack himself, he didn't want to seem like he only wanted sex, though he enjoyed it...
"No..."
"Okay, come here."
"Okay... Hm... Seifer..."
"What?" the blond asked apprehensively.
"I..." Squall paused for a moment. "See you tomorrow."
"See you..."
The blond returned the cell phone to the table and was lost in thought for a moment. He was happy he would see Squall the other day, but he also felt a little frustrated. It seemed the brunet hadn't given himself entirely still... But that was a matter of time, until then, Seifer was conformed to wait... He hoped it didn't take too long...
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The blond had just got out of the shower and put some clothes on before hearing the door bell ring. When the door opened, he found a very sexy brunet in leather pants and a tight T-shirt. Despite the fact Squall looked perfect to be raped, Seifer didn't attack him like a starved animal, the blonde was a little taken aback by the sight of a guitar on the boy's back and some equipment.
So that was what Squall had in mind...
"Did you come here to show me a private concert?" Seifer arched one eyebrow and smirked.
"Sort of..." Squall put a hand over a hip and eyed the blond. "Will you let me in?"
Seifer chuckled. "Sure." He gave the brunet space to enter, but he was confused in seeing he hadn't moved. "Something wrong?"
"Is there a problem... with your neighbors? I just... didn't think about it before..."
"No problem, the guy upstairs moved some days ago and the old woman downstairs... let us say she's a little deaf. I keep asking her stupid questions and she smiles and answers other things," Seifer laughed.
"Have you thought she's just making fun of you?"
The blonde's laugh stopped. "Hm... No... I doubt it." He stared at the brunet. "Will you come in or not?"
"Yeah, sure." Squall smirked slightly and entered with his equipment.
Seifer closed the door and saw the brunet heading straight for his room. If it were in another situation, it would have surprised him to see Squall doing something like that...
The blond leaned on the wall and watched as the brunet took his guitar and started to get it ready for him to play. Squall sat on the bed and put the instrument on his lap and then stared at Seifer.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Go on," the blond answered.
"I want you to listen to me playing and then I want to know your opinion."
"Alright." Seifer had seen Squall playing other times, but he figured the brunet was going to show him his best.
"I played for some people before and they all say it's good... But... I don't believe them."
The blond chuckled. "Yeah, you don't seem the type to believe in people."
"I think you're the only person I know who can give me a real answer... And I just... There's the record deal and we're going to start composing some things for the album and I..."
You're nervous.
"I know..." Seifer walked to the brunet's direction and stroked his cheek with a thumb, then he leaned down and captured Squall's lips in a kiss. The brunet grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, almost making the blond lose his balance. The kiss deepened a little, but Seifer retreated when he felt himself bumping on an inconvenient guitar. "I think you're ready now."
The brunet's gaze still lingered on the blond for a while until he took a deep breath and started to play. Squall didn't know why he felt so nervous. He had gotten used to perform before an audience, it seemed natural to stand on stage. But with Seifer... it was different. The blond had seen some of his concerts and a rehearsal, but it was different to play just for him. He was there alone, without the other band members to play with him. Finally, he had the opportunity to choose what he wanted to play, but somehow, it seemed as if he was exposing himself too much; after all, it was his feelings he was showing through those notes he played.
Seifer listened intently, trying to focus on the sounds of the instrument, rather than the image of the beautiful guitarist. He didn't know if Squall was aware or not of the fact that great part of the impact he had on stage was due to his good looks. The brunet didn't need to play anything to make a large group of teenagers go hysteric.
"So..." Squall stopped playing for a while and stared straight at Seifer's green eyes. "What do you think?"
The blond scratched his chin in thought and pondered on his answer. Would he say nice words and earn a small smile and a good session of sex later of would he tell the truth?
"It's not good enough."
Squall kept staring at him, silently. He didn't say a word and he was still holding his breath. Slowly, he exhaled the air in his lungs and took another deep breath. He tried not to show it in his expression but... that hurt. Squall knew Seifer was the only person to tell him the truth and that had been why he had come to see him, but even so... Even if that was one of the answers he had considered he could hear, that still hurt. He wasn't made of ice, after all.
Seifer tried to read what lay underneath Squall's silence and he decided to speak again, "You're not bad, but you still have to do better if you want to record that album. It's very good for a school band, but you know that's not enough."
"And what you told me the first time we met, what was that all about?" Squall smirked slightly.
"Do you still remember what I've said?" Seifer was surprised by that.
"Yeah..." The brunet smiled sadly. "You told me you'd liked how I played."
Seifer stared at the brunet for a while before answering, "I was trying to get into your pants."
"I know."
The blond sighed deeply. Things were not going well. "Listen." He walked towards the brunet again and stopped before him. "I care for you, I want the best for you. That's why I can't stand the thought you'd miss this chance you have." Seifer held he brunet's shoulder. "Look at me. What you showed me, it's not the best you got. I know you can do better than that. For your own sake, you will do better than that. And you know what?" Seifer walked towards the door and then turned briefly to look again at the brunet. "You will not leave this room, until you show me something better. I won't let you out of here if you don't prove me you deserve that deal."
And Seifer closed the door, leaving a startled brunet behind. He walked around his living room, feeling his blood rushing hotly in his veins. Finally, he sat on the couch and put his hands over his face. What had he done? Had he been too harsh on the teen? His conscious felt it had been the right thing, but his heart felt it was wrong. And the look on the brunet's face... Was he hurt by what Seifer had told him? But it was what Squall had been looking for... The truth... right?
What is done is done...
Seifer couldn't change the past. The only thing he could do was wait—wait until Squall was ready to face him; ready to face his new world; ready to face his new life.
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Squall stared around and found himself alone in that room. He used to like to be alone, but it was different at that moment. The air seemed to suffocate him and the silence was so strong it seemed he had gone deaf. He stared at the guitar and felt it too heavy and cold in his hands. What would he do? It seemed he didn't have much choice. He had to face his fears, be stronger than he was. The only person who could destroy him or save him at that moment was himself. So he took a deep breath and stared at the strings.
It was in his hands to win or lose the battle.
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Seifer saw the afternoon pass and the sunrays fade slowly until they were surpassed by the mantle of night. He heard sounds coming from his room and he thought it was a good sign. Squall hadn't stopped since he started to play. Seifer didn't want to interrupt him, but he was getting worried. It was getting late and Squall didn't show any sign he would stop. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to make the brunet focus so much on something...
Suddenly, the door opened and Squall walked out of the room with a tired expression on his face. Seifer walked towards him and hugged him with force, almost knocking the air out of the brunet's lungs.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to Squall's ear.
The brunet waited silently until the blond loosened the hold on him and then looked into the green eyes. "There's no need to apologize. I..." He saw Seifer looking intently at him. "I wanna thank you."
"For being an asshole?" Seifer chuckled.
"For being yourself. To tell me what I needed to hear and not what I wanted to hear."
Seifer slid his hand over Squall's hair and then brushed his face with his warm fingers.
"I have to show you what I was playing. You have to tell me if it's good enough..." Squall trailed off as he felt himself being pressed against the wall. "Seifer...?" His question had been muffled by a warm mouth that covered his. Squall moaned into the kiss and let the tongue explore him in a wet caress. He felt the blond's hands sliding under his shirt and massaging the skin below. Squall warped his arms around Seifer's neck and pulled him forward into the kiss, that lasted until they could not breath anymore, and not a moment before.
"You don't need to show me anything," Seifer finally said after he regained his breathing. "I know you did your best. I was here, I'd been listening to you playing the entire time."
Squall felt a relief fulfill his heart, not only for the fact he could prove he could do something better, but because he realized that even if those walls separated them, he had not been alone.
I'm not alone after all.
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Squall was sitting on the bed, the feel of that mattress had become so familiar to him over the time. He looked around and saw the posters on the walls, the magazines scattered over the floor and the collection of CDs and DVDs on the shelves. Some of Seifer's clothes could be seen through a half-opened wardrobe door and some others were lying around the room. Whenever he breathed, he felt the smell of the blond, of his cologne, mixed with his aftershave and the characteristic scent of his skin. He remembered when he first came into the place, how strange it seemed. But, somehow, as the time passed, he felt Seifer's room was more like his home than his own house, maybe because it was where his heart was.
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Seifer arrived home after a day of work. He left the food he had bought on the kitchen and sat on the couch of his living room. His eyes looked at his bedroom's direction and he felt it was so strange to find it empty. Not so long ago, he used to find a brunet taking over his room while he played and had ideas for songs. Seifer thought it was amusing to wander around his apartment to give Squall space to compose. He didn't mind seeing his bedroom taken by a gorgeous brunet, because they would watch some movies later and order pizza. Then they would spend some time looking at weapons magazines and websites, drooling over gunblades. And after all that, came the sex, all over the place, often at the kitchen, though he didn't know exactly how and why they ended up there. The times they spent together were so good, Seifer thought they were the best days of his life...
They were...
It had been a while since he saw Squall...
One day, Seifer wished him good luck when he walked out of his door. The brunet was going to record his first album, so he spent most of his time busy in the studio. And when Seifer thought they would have some time together, the photo shoot sessions came and then the promotional video...
Yeah, the boy he met at the nightclub was taking a big step on his career. And it all happened so soon. Seifer wondered if Squall could deal with the pressure, he was still so young, younger than him. He wanted to be by his side, to help him, to be there for him. But he knew Squall had to face some things alone, and deep inside, Seifer believed he could do this.
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Everything was ready. The media had been announcing the debut of a new band that would create a revolution in the musical field. Their first song would be released at the same time as their promotional video. Their website had been displaying the regressive counting for days and it was almost time.
"Man, they don't stop coming!" Irvine exclaimed excitedly when he saw the number of hits their website was receiving. It was much, much more than what he used to see when they didn't have a contract with a major label.
"How many?" Nida looked at the screen over his friend's shoulder.
"Thousands, thousands, I bet we reach one million hits before the weekend." Irvine showed a large smile.
"The TV is ready!" Zell shouted.
Squall watched as his friends walked around Irvine's house excited. He was anxious too, but he was also a little pissed off. There were too many people he didn't know there. It was then he found someone standing before him.
"Are you alright, Squall?" Nida asked.
"Yeah... Whatever."
The dark-haired teen chuckled. "I bet you're pissed off because of these people around."
Squall just glared at his friend.
"Hey, wanna go somewhere else?"
"With people around?"
"No," Nida smiled.
Squall followed the pretty bass player to a bedroom and was relieved to see it empty. Nida lay on the bed and grabbed the control to turn on the television. Squall sat beside him, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
"Hm... Squall?"
The brunet looked beside him. "What?"
"Are you and Seifer still... together?"
Squall felt the beginning of a headache. "Yeah... Why? Is there a problem?"
"No..." Nida remained silent for a moment, before looking deeply at Squall's gray eyes. "It's just that..."
But before the boy could finish his sentence, Squall felt something vibrating in his pocket and picked his cell phone.
Make someone open this goddamn door. Said the text message.
"Hm... Sorry, Nida, I gotta go." Squall stood up and walked out of the room. He went downstairs and had some problems in trying to walk through the crowded house, but after some minutes he reached the door... There he saw a tall blond with a pissed off expression, that changed when the green eyes recognized the brunet in front of him.
"Sorry, " Seifer smiled apologetically. "That damn bus broke on the way and I had to walk here. Am I too late?"
Squall stood there for some time, just looking. It had been so long since he saw the blond. He wanted to throw himself in his arms and hold him tightly, but that was something he wouldn't do with such an audience around. "No..." he said softly.
Then they heard a regressive counting followed by a silence... And the house was filled with the Rising Sun song, while everyone cheered and sang along.
Seifer watched the video with attention. It was a very simple idea, just the band members playing. Even though there wasn't anything different and original in the video, it was very well made in every aspect.
When it ended, everyone cheered again and toasted with their drinks. Seifer looked at the brunet beside him and tried to speak into his ear. "You look hot in the video."
The blond saw a small blush on Squall's cheeks. "Thanks."
"What?" Seifer inspected the brunet's expression. "Is there something wrong?"
"No... I... I just hate this video."
The blond arched an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I don't know, maybe it's just something of the moment, but it was hell being in it. We kept repeating the same thing over and over again for hours..."
"Hey, guys! Now it's our interview!"
They heard Irvine shout through the crowd.
Squall eyed Seifer and turned to head to another place. "I don't wanna see that..."
The blond looked at him in amusement and grabbed him by the wrist before he could go. "Why?"
"Our manager said I had to be more charismatic..."
"Can I watch it?" Seifer asked.
Squall stared deeply into the green eyes. "...Whatever."
Seifer saw the brunet leaving the place when the interview started. Irvine and Zell seemed to be very excited; Nida was a little shy, but smiled; however, when the microphone was directed to Squall, he only grunted a few words.
Seifer couldn't help but laugh at the scene. The brunet looked so uncomfortable and pissed off. That was the same old Squall he knew after all...
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A/N: I think this chapter could be better, but it was difficult for the words to appear in my head. They were running away from me! I wanted to create sentences, but the words didn't come in order... I tried hard for the text to make sense. I don't know exactly why it happened, but I guess it's still difficult for me to write in this language sometimes. And I still need a beta-reader for my Final Fantasy stories. I've been trying hard to get one, but I couldn't find anyone to help me. My beta-reader for my Dynasty Warriors stories is very busy with school and work, and I don't want to bother her with more stories (I send her a lot of DW stories already xD), I don't really know if she likes Final Fantasy...
One of my problems is grammar, I need someone who's good in grammar and can spot my mistakes. And another thing that makes me worried is the flow of the text. I want it to sound more natural, I think I come up with strange sentences sometimes, because I'm not a native speaker... So I need someone who was born in an English speaking country or has lived in one for some time. Of course, I have more problems, but those are my main concerns now. So if anyone can help me... (there are ways of contacting me in my profile) But it's okay if no one can help me, I know it's hard to find time to do this kind of thing.
So thanks again for the attention, I hope things get better in the next chapter!
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