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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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Circles.
Squares. Rectangles. Ellipses. Triangles.
Any figure ever captured
on a piece of canvas could be reduced to such simple shapes. It was so easy,
really. There was nothing insubstantial or magical about it. All it took was
focus and a keen eye. Squall Leonhart was capable of spotting the simplest of
shapes in the most complex of pictures. He would strip them down, stroke by
stroke, layer by layer, until he could see and understand their very scaffold,
essence and heart.
Humans and their intricate
emotions, on the other hand, did not seem to function that way.
He had tried to understand
once... a long time ago, when he hadn�t yet been pawned against everything that
he had once readily believed in with childish innocence. He had put honest
efforts into trying to comprehend why humans did the things they did, why they
made certain choices � stepping across certain boundaries and recoiling from
others.
He had tried to understand.
Their reasons. Their
excuses.
There were things,
however, that would never make sense to him, no matter how much he raked his
mind for common arguments that sounded nothing short of selfish, false and
hypocritical in his ears. They were arguments that some people would make up �
arguments that only served as excuses for wrong-doing that was worthy of
imprisonment.
He came to ask himself
whether certain gruesome actions had been torn from the pages of reason and
morality altogether. Perhaps, he thought, some people simply didn�t care about
the damage and pain that they caused others. Perhaps they only cared about
themselves and their own, quick-lived pleasure.
He didn�t really know.
Maybe he didn�t even want
to know.
Either way, it didn�t
matter the slightest bit. They were questions that he had asked himself many,
many times, but he knew that he would never understand, and he knew that nobody
would ever care.
Slowly, Squall ran his
index finger across the coarse, coal-dusted surface of his sketch pad, smudging
some patches of carefully placed graphite that still looked too edgy to him. He
was sitting at the desk in his room, his legs resting perfectly parallel to
each other on the black, cushioned seat of his chair; their muscles weren�t
moving at all, unlike Squall�s slate blue eyes that scanned over the drawing
before them.
Squall was so tired. His
legs and eyes were burning from the day�s strain; it had been rough to say the
least, and it wasn�t bound to get any easier, either. It was barely 7:00 p.m,
but he had been running and driving around aimlessly for the greater part of
the past twelve hours. He wasn�t one to skip school for no good reason, but he
had found himself incapable of facing Seifer again right after their nasty
fight. Admitting that truth to himself had been difficult enough, anyway.
In the end, he had paced
pointless patterns all over town and hadn�t returned home until the late
afternoon. He had told his mother some random story about a make-up track
practice, which she had believed without question.
She didn�t know that he
had quit track over a year ago.
Sighing, he adjusted the
tilt of his head, turning it aside just slightly. The evening sun was settling
low on the horizon and dancing in streaks through the spotless glass of his
windows, etching into his narrowed blue eyes. It was making it difficult for
him to continue drawing. He could have pulled down the blinds, of course,
but... he didn�t really want to.
He hated the dark.
As he languidly
contemplated the perfect position for the ears of his current drawing�s main
subject, he suddenly heard the door to his room being pushed open and a pair of
small feet tripling across the fluffy, light grey carpet.
�Nii-chan!�
He reeled around in his
chair, rotating the seat as he went so he�d be able to face his beloved younger
sister who was standing in the middle of the room before him. Her name was
Ellone, Ell for short, and she was very proud of the fact that she had just
recently turned five. She was a downright cutie pie, the pride of the family
and Squall�s dearest person in the world � closely followed by his mother.
Anyone who ever met the
two siblings would emphasize how very much they looked alike: they had the same
sleek, dark brown hair which always fell straight and soft into their finely
cut faces, and their skin was the same, pale shade of unblemished ivory.
Ellone�s eyes were darker than Squall�s, however � a marginal difference that
could have given away the fact that they were not full blood relatives.
Squall couldn�t help but
smile at her adorable outfit � a white and blue summer cotton dress,
embroidered with a large, green ribbon at the small of her back. Their mother
had woven her chin length hair into two braids that bounced from her head like
pigtails would, pulled together by narrow ribbons of the same kind and color as
her dress� pretty accessory. She was beaming up at her big brother fondly, her
favorite doll clutched in one tiny hand.
It almost broke Squall�s
heart.
�Hey, Ell,� he said
softly, angling himself down to her so that they were at about the same eye
level. �What�s up?�
�Nii-chan,� she giggled,
tip-toeing past him with a bright, almost cheeky smile, �Are you painting
again? What is it?�
Curiously, Ellone pushed
herself up along the table as far as she could, trying to catch a better view
of the drawing her older brother had been working on. She was hardly taller
than his desk, but compensated for that handicap with fierce determination.
With his lips steadily
curving into a kind smile, Squall lifted his sister upon his lap and allowed
her to bend over his sketch pad, touching it with her small and still quite
clumsy hands. Ellone looked at the picture in awe, tracing some coal smeared
edges with her short, curious fingers. Squall chuckled at her hands that were
now dirty with charcoal, and he carefully rubbed the black residue from her
soft skin.
She hardly even noticed.
�It�s pretty, nii-chan,�
Ell finally said, turning around to him and fixing him with her dark brown
eyes. �Is it a lion?�
�Yeah.�
Smiling, she settled back
into his lap and nuzzled against his chest. She knew how much her big brother
liked lions. Most of the stuff scattered about neatly in Squall�s room was
either related to school, lions or his artwork. There was also a silver pendant
in the shape of a lion�s head that Raine and Ellone had given the brunette for
his seventeenth birthday, and Squall actually wore it every day, though he
usually chose to conceal it beneath the collar of his shirts.
�Oh, there you are,
sweetie. Mm... I should have known.�
Again, Squall turned his
head around to look at the door, and he could feel Ellone mirroring the motion
in his arms. In the middle of the doorway stood their mother, Raine, a large
briefcase clamped loosely beneath her left arm. She was dressed casually,
wearing plain dark blue jeans and a white, lace-trimmed shirt. Her long, oak
brown hair was pushed out of her face with a simple white silk bandana that
Squall had given her for her anniversary.
Her son always thought
that she looked beautiful that way.
�We need to get going,
Ell,� Raine playfully chided her daughter, her voice ringing softly like the
sound of tiny bells. �We�ll be late.�
�I just wanted to see
Squall�s painting,� the girl declared as her lips jutted into a pout and she
reluctantly slid off her brother�s lap. �It�s pretty, Mommy! Come look!�
Squall absent-mindedly
smoothed out the wrinkles that had been etched into Ell�s dress from sitting
curled up on his legs, while glancing at his mother as she stepped up to his
desk. She looked over his shoulder keenly, placing a hand upon it gently as she
did so.
�Oh, you�re right, Ell!
That�s so beautiful, Squall. You�ll definitely have to let me frame it once
it�s finished.�
�We don�t have any more
room for stupid sketches of mine,� Squall objected immediately, trying and yet
failing to sound gruff.
�Oh, I�m sure I�ll find a
spot somewhere, don�t you worry,� she replied light-heartedly, giggling at his
wry grimace. �And your sketches are not stupid! I love them, Squall, you
have a lot of talent. You really have no reason to be so modest, honey.�
Shrugging, Squall glared
at the piece of paper in front of him. He really saw nothing special or
praiseworthy about his work. He didn�t draw to please or impress anyone,
anyway, so he couldn�t have cared less. For some reason, however, his mother
thought his artwork needy of exhibition, and she didn�t mind at all that their
home started to resemble a fully fledged lion clan�s den more than the classy,
suburban house that it was.
Oh yes - Raine loved her
son from the very bottom of her heart, and there was nothing that she wouldn�t
have done to ensure his happiness.
Nothing whatsoever.
�Well, Ell and I need to
be going, dear. If you and your Dad get hungry, there�s lasagna in the fridge.
Okay?�
The dark haired teenager
nodded quietly, carefully refusing to meet his mother�s cobalt hued eyes.
Instead, his gaze strayed to the pair of earrings she was wearing � expensive
diamonds in the smooth shape of teardrops, given to her by her dear husband as
one of his random gifts.
Squall could barely
restrain a snort of disgust.
�Okay,� he finally
replied, his voice blanched of any emotions.
�Just put it in the oven
for about a half hour, that should do,� Raine continued. �And put some garlic
salt on it before you do, sweetie. You can handle it, right?�
�... Right.�
�Of course I can. I�ve
been handling it for years.�
He tried to squash the
bitter thought immediately, but it was getting more and more difficult to
banish his fears and feelings to the back of his mind. Though he liked to deny
it, he was, after all, just a mere teenager and the things that he �handled�
would have been enough to make grown men cry.
Well, if certain people
didn�t care that he had barely transcended from childhood, why should he? In
his eyes he was a man alright, responsible for the safety and well-being of the
people he loved.
No matter the pain or the
price.
�Okay, well... see you in
an hour then, Squall. Have fun painting!�
She gave him a small,
loving peck on the cheek, eliciting a weak smile to spill from his pale, ruby
colored lips and die clean again almost right away. Inwardly, Squall was
flinching at the gentleness of the touch.
For some reason, this
whole ordeal of seeing his mother and sister off for the night was more
troubling than usual. He wondered if it had anything to do with his episode
with Seifer that morning, but he tried to ignore the notion.
Suddenly, the youth
noticed a flash of concern crossing the calm, brilliant blue surface of his
mother�s eyes as she cocked her head aside, causing her hair to cascade down
the right side of her shoulder like a waterfall. He realized right away that
his face had given away just a little too much emotion.
�Is everything alright,
sweetie?� she asked, acute worry kindling with her voice. �You look sad
somehow. Did something happen at school?�
�No. I�m fine, Mom,� he
lied quickly, avoiding her meticulous gaze. �Just tired.�
Of course, that statement
only made too much sense to her. After all, she had been a high school senior
once, too, even if she had never managed to graduate.
�I understand, dear. You
should go to bed early tonight. Don�t overwork yourself, okay?�
�Yeah... okay.�
Gently, she cupped the
side of his face, smiling down upon him with a tenderness that only a mother�s
heart could bear. For a very short moment, Squall allowed himself to lean into
the warmth and comfort that her skin had to offer, but he withdrew again almost
right away. She accepted him shying away as she always did, blaming it on
puberty and his need to be treated like an adult.
Still, Raine missed the
days when he had come and cuddled with her in bed, telling her stories of lions
and dragons and all the other things that his childish imagination had come up
with. Somehow, those days had glistened with a different kind of brightness; a
sort of happiness that she no longer saw in his eyes. She didn�t quite
understand; a few years ago, their life had been so much rougher.
Well, that time was over.
Finally over.
�You�ll be late,� Squall
stated quietly, his elbows resting on his knees as he glanced at Ell who was
twirling around his room like a ballerina. �You�d better go before she gets
sick or something...�
�Oh. Yes, you�re right,
honey,� Raine replied, torn out of her reminiscences. �Come on, Ell, let�s get
going. I�m sure Tiffany and the others are waiting already.�
�Oooh. Okay... Bye-bye,
nii-chan!�
�Have fun,� Squall
murmured, hoisting a false smile onto his face once more.
He watched the two women
of his life exiting his room hand in hand and Raine pulling the door shut
behind them carefully. Something inside the brunette�s chest was aching at the
sight, but he shoved the feeling aside brutally. The smile had already faded
from the surface of his lips when he turned to face his drawing again, gazing
at the tiny fingerprints that Ell had left behind.
She was so cute.
He�d do anything to
protect her and his mother.
His eyebrows slowly laced
together and wrinkled his forehead in a dark scowl, but he restricted his
thoughts from straying further to anything but the artistic task at hand; no
little sister, no caring mother, no ornery blonde with fascinating emerald
eyes, no looming shadows cast over his face, no unwelcome heat threatening to
suffocate his soul.
He wanted to think only of
his artwork and of nothing else.
He knew he would have gone
mad otherwise.
Outside, there was a
thudding noise of two car doors being thrown shut, and ultimately the sound of
his mother starting the engine of their family van. He knew exactly when she�d
be pulling out of the driveway and onto the road to head downtown to her
kindergarten council meeting. He knew, because he had counted down the precise
amount of minutes and seconds that it took so many, many times.
His forehead was beginning
to ache tautly and his muscles were snapping tight as he heard the sound of the
car fading away, but he kept glaring at the drawing before him almost fiercely,
not blinking even once. His right hand was clutching a stick of coal like an
anchor, the opaque blackness of it smearing against the inside of his palm and
his fingers. Eventually, the sketch begun to dance and blur before his weary
eyes, which had begun to sting and tear from the strain of not being permitted
to blink.
Finally, Squall lowered
his lids halfway over a surface of blue that had dimmed to a thick grey, and he
swallowed hard against the sour lump caught in his throat. He was forcing
himself to focus and keep his mind from spinning out of orbit, but it was growing
more and more toilsome as his time steadily ran out. The pooled up tears were
threatening to glide down his cheeks like effigies of moon-kissed creeks, but
he brushed them away with the back of his hand, leaving only a faint smudge of
coal on his skin as he performed the edgy movement.
He couldn�t keep his arm
from trembling, though.
�Mom... It... I...�
Suppressing a startled
sob, he realized that he couldn�t tell her � not even in the safe captivity of
his mind. He didn�t know whether to feel brave or pathetic for it. Somehow, it
was probably a little bit of both, and the absurdity of that feeling was the
only thing that kept him going.
Kept him breathing.
Beneath half-lidded eyes,
he looked upon the lion�s counterfeit on his sketchpad. The beast�s gaze was as
piercing and hypnotic as a certain someone�s � only the color was entirely off.
Squall�s features twisted
as he clenched his hands into desperate fists, chasing away the memory of
Seifer�s hurtful words.
�You know nothing about
me. Nothing at all!�
He drew a wet breath
through his nose, biting down hard upon his teeth. Then he sat quietly in his
chair, his muscles entirely motionless as he was waiting, and only when he
heard the door to his room being pushed open slowly once more, he finally allowed
his aching eyes to shut completely.

That
night, Seifer lay awake for a very long time. He wasn�t used to worrying over
anything or anyone, but the image of Squall�s thunderstruck face just wouldn�t
let him go. The guy had looked like Seifer had just violated his innermost
secret or reminded him of something that he had rather forgotten.
He had looked so...
hurt.
Seifer had spent almost
the entire day looking for Squall. He had searched the school grounds during
each and every one of his breaks, and he had even stopped by �Ward�s� after
classes. Of course, that dumb fuck named Raijin hadn�t told him much of
anything � only that Squall had called in sick and that he, Rai, could not hand
the brunette�s phone number or address to Seifer as it was �against the law.�
And, go figure, Selphie hadn�t been at work to assist the blonde in any way.
Seifer had felt like
breaking something at the absurdity of it all.
All the while, he had been
scared that Squall would do something stupid, but he hadn�t known why he assumed
such a thing, and he had ignored the reason why he cared in the first place.
Admittedly, he did feel like a dick for accusing Squall of being jealous, but
it was slightly difficult to apologize to someone who was nowhere to be found.
Of course, chances were
that Squall was merely pissed out of his mind and pouting in some dark, arctic
cavern, but for some reason Seifer knew better than that. He didn�t believe in
empathy or soul mates or any of that esoteric bullshit, but part of him sensed
that Squall was hurting or in trouble.
Somehow. For something.
That was all that he knew.
Staring at the white
ceiling hovering ominously above his head, Seifer lay sprawled out on the
covers of his bed in only a pair of black boxer shorts. His heart was tight in
his chest, aching with the tautness of guilt and general numbness. He wondered
just what he had been thinking that morning, teasing Squall the way he had. He
should have known better than that, taking Squall�s withdrawn nature into
account and all. Maybe it was to blame on the fact that Seifer always felt
strangely detached from reality whenever he was in the brunette�s presence; a
light, fluffy feeling that pushed him to make incredibly stupid mistakes.
It was something he had
never really experienced before.
Sighing, he flipped onto
his stomach and buried his face in the squishy depths of his pillow. As he
closed his eyes and focused on nothing but the dull sound of his breathing, he
wondered where Squall was at that very moment � whether he was okay. He knew
that he shouldn�t care so much, but at the same time, there wasn�t a damned
thing that he could have done about it.
After all, he wasn�t used
to falling in love.
Quietly, he wrapped his
arms around his pillow and stared through his window at the crescent shape of
the half moon in the black, star-strewn night sky.
�Damn, Squall, just be
alright, okay? Be pissed at me all you want, but don�t do anything stupid.
That�s all I�m asking... I really don�t give a fuck about anything else at this
point.�
And somehow, with love had
come humility.

�Yo,
Seif!�
Grunting, Seifer turned
around. He had barely slid out of the seat of his truck and planted his feet on
the ground, his backpack in one hand, when Irvine�s best buddy Zell had already
blurted out his name and stepped out of the crowd of students gathering in the
parking lot of their school.
�What?� the taller blonde
groaned rudely, too tired to say much else.
His sleep turn-out had
been extremely lousy that night, and he was only glad that it was Friday. The
last thing he felt like doing was conversing with this obnoxious martial artist
wannabe.
Zell frowned at him
accordingly, but there seemed to be something on his mind that prevented him
from throwing a fit over Seifer�s not-so-friendly greeting. He was bouncing on
the balls of his feet as usual, incapable of standing still for just one
minute. If anything, it annoyed the fuck out of Seifer, and he wasn�t polite
enough to conceal it.
�Man, cheerful greeting,�
Zell sighed sarcastically, but switched the subject almost right away. �Hey
listen, weren�t ya looking for Leonhart yesterday?�
�Uh, yeah?� Seifer
answered slowly, his interest peaking distinctly. �What of it?�
�Well, just thought I�d
let ya know that he just pulled into the parking lot.�
Emerald eyes slit at
Zell�s words, and the smaller blonde gulped at the unsettling expression. He
wasn�t sure how much he liked this Almasy character. He was weird.
�Where?� Seifer merely
spat, his gaze already roaming around for a sight of Squall.
�Uh...� Zell started, then
thrust his hand out to the right of them. �Over there. Hey, Seifer, what�s
going-�
Seifer, however, had
already sprinted off and left Zell clean in the dust to stare in confusion at
the now empty spot before him.
�� on?�
Sighing, the youth turned
around and crossed his arms in front of his chest, strutting towards the school
building under scandalized, incoherent mumbling and sporting a terrible frown.
�Jerk. He could have at
least said thanks. What is it with him and his fat head, anyway? No clue why
Irvine even talks to him. If ya ask me, he�s just another dumb jock whose head
has been hit by a football one too many times. I kinda feel sorry for Squall.
What business do they have together, anyway? Giving each other lessons in how
to become even bigger morons? Maybe it�s a competition. Must be. Not sure who�d
win. Not like I care, anyway! Hah. Maybe-------�
Meanwhile, at the far end
of the parking lot, Seifer had finally caught a glimpse of Squall�s scrawny
figure and was fast closing in on it. The brunette was kind of bent over his
bike and Seifer thought that he looked a bit odd from a distance, but that
impression was quickly overrun by anger and nervousness which caused his pulse
to soar. He suddenly felt very upset over something, but had no idea what it
was.
By the time he had reached
Squall, the brunette had squatted down next to his bike and was rumbling
through his backpack. Strangely enough, the first thing that Seifer noticed
about him was the unusual shirt that he was wearing � black, long-sleeved and
embellished with long, slender white crosses on each arm. Like himself, Squall
was also dressed in dark blue jeans and heavy boots, but Seifer found his own
shirt much more cheerful in nature than the brunette�s � red and white, with
his favorite sports company�s logo stitched on the chest. Cool guy material
alright.
While Seifer was still
examining Squall�s attire, the brunette had grown quite aware of the other
youth�s presence and slowly cocked his head into his neck. When his dark grey
eyes collided with Seifer�s, the blonde found himself strangely deprived of
words. Squall�s face was a tad paler than the day before, his gaze cold and
unkind. A bluish tint had crept into the usual ivory color of the tender skin
beneath Squall�s eyes, giving away the fact that he had probably gotten even
less sleep than Seifer had.
�What do you want?� the
brunette finally growled, his hands tight around the strap of his book bag as
he slowly stood up.
His movements were almost
mechanical, bursting with unnatural strain. Somehow, the picture seemed
familiar, but Seifer didn�t have enough time to contemplate on it any further,
because Squall looked about ready to rip his heart out of his very chest -
still beating or not. If he really wanted to apologize, he thought, his best
bet was to do it quickly.
�I was looking for you,�
he started, carefully choosing his words. �Erh, yesterday.�
�And?�
The incredible coldness in
Squall�s voice threw Seifer off balance. He had kind of expected the brunette
to still be angry, but the hatred in his eyes came as a bit of a surprise. The
little voice inside Seifer�s head told him to walk away from this conversation
while he still could without causing too much damage, but...
�And I was worried,� Seifer
responded despite his better knowledge, crossing his arms in front of his chest
defensively. �I mean, you looked pretty upset and I had no idea where you went.
I really-�
�Cry me a fucking river.�
Blinking, Seifer stared
down upon the shorter boy who now pushed past him without heeding him with so
much as another look. Squall�s message had been clear enough, but something
inside Seifer snapped at those heartless words and the repelling gesture of
being left behind so bluntly.
Frowning, he decided that
he wasn�t going to be stood up again � not after everything that had happened.
Not after losing a fucking night of sleep over this.
�Hold on,� he bit
warningly, stepping in front of Squall before he could have walked away.
The brunette glared at him
darkly, a scowl creasing his almost too pretty features. Inwardly though,
Squall was shaking with hurt, anxiety and fear. He had no nerve for this
encounter by any means, not right now - he needed to get away. Seifer, however,
was unwilling to let him go; he was playing with fire and he didn�t even know
it.
�At least listen to me,�
the blonde urged, his voice sharper now than before. �I mean I searched the
whole fucking town for you, at least--�
�Look, I don�t give a
rat�s ass about you or what you did,� Squall cut him off carelessly, his jaw
tight like a vice and his words colder than a glacier. �I don�t want anything
to do with you, are you too fucking stupid to get that? Why don�t you just get
the fuck lost?�
Seifer was robbed of all
patience at the insult and Squall�s openly displayed hostility. The brunette
had definitely struck a nerve. For fuck�s sake, the blonde snarled inwardly, he
was trying to apologize but Squall was using the opportunity to make snide,
smart-ass little comments like that. He was being a downright bitch. If Seifer
had ever found the dark haired teen attractive or worthy of concern, he forgot
about it that very moment.
�The fuck is your problem,
asshole?� Seifer growled and stepped up to Squall with his lips crushed to a
hard, thin line. �Seriously, tell me, �cause I don�t fucking get it.�
He could feel his reason
slowly withering away, but at this point, he didn�t care too much anymore. All
night, he had cudgeled his brain for a way to apologize to Squall, but the
brunette had squashed his efforts ruthlessly. Maybe he really was a heartless
bastard like everyone had claimed.
�You are, Almasy,� Squall
finally replied with a hiss that echoed in that swirl of colors in his stormy
grey eyes. �You�re the most annoying motherfucker I�ve ever met. Do me a favor
and go whine to someone who actually gives a fuck about what you have to
say!�
If it hadn�t been for the
fact that Seifer had suddenly noticed the crowd of students gathering behind
Squall�s back, each of them curiously following the scene, he probably would
have punched Squall to the ground. He couldn�t even describe how pissed and
upset he felt at the brunette�s cold-hearted arrogance. Just what was that
little punk thinking, talking to him like that? Granted, he had made some
stupid mistakes, but hell, Squall wouldn�t even give him a whiff of chance to
smooth any of them out. The bitch was less compassionate than a rock.
And then, he saw her
� or rather, his perfect chance to hit Squall in the face without actually
laying so much as a hand on him. Rinoa and her friend Michelle were standing
with the other students, witnessing everything that he said and did. She looked
right at him, brown hair dancing into her face as she smiled weakly and turned
her head to whisper to her friend. Seifer could tell that her and Squall had a
history, and if anything, he�d use that knowledge to his advantage.
His jade green gaze
snapped back to Squall, to the chill in his eyes and the darkness in his face,
and finally, Seifer allowed his pride to take over completely.
�You know what, Leonhart,�
he cooed, leaning into the brunette and smirking nastily, �I think that�s
exactly what I�m gonna do. I�m too old for your cranky, bitch ass attitude
anyway. I mean, there�s gotta be someone around here who doesn�t act like they
just fucking hit puberty! See, here�s a newsflash for ya: you ain�t nothing but
a stuck up, whiny little wanker with a whole fuck load of issues! Guess it�s
really no surprise that everybody's so fucking sick of you.�
With that, he circled
Squall�s frozen figure, still grinning smugly. When he walked up to Rinoa,
wrapping one arm around her hips and ushering her to the school building, he
couldn�t help but feel incredibly good about himself. The other kids
congratulating him for �slapping the ice princess into place� only added to his
satisfaction, and he didn�t even mind Rinoa giggling and talking him senseless
about the plans for their club night.
Had he looked back just
once, he probably would have seen the hurt rippling across dark grey eyes as
they watched him disappear into the crowd with the girl in his arms, but
whether Seifer would have cared or not was an entirely different story.
Squall, however, was
slowly falling apart on the inside, knowing damn well that he had just bitched
away the one person that had seemed genuinely interested in him and his
feelings. The blonde�s words had stung, but his actions even more so.
But while he was fighting
for composure and trying to keep his straight face from crumpling, he also
found himself clawing for defiance. Almasy�s opinion didn�t matter. Him walking
away didn�t matter. Nothing at this school really mattered. This cold,
unkind solitude was what Squall had wanted all along. This was what he
had decided on � his own little world that no one thus far had truly bothered
to breach. It was just the way he prefered it. He was finally at peace again;
alone with himself, his problems and his scary memories.
Calmly, he hooked his
backpack onto his right shoulder.
This was what he
wanted.
... Right?
�...�
Wrong.
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