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Blind Obsession	By : Seiferlover86 Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 1003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I am posting this here, too. I hope my first chapter is good. This fic will also have Non-con and language

Blind Obsession
“Seifer?”
He blinked. “Oh, hey, messenger girl,” he nodded to her, sighing.
She smiled and sat down beside the blond, who looked questionably at her. “Soo, how'd your date go last night?” she asked, beaming at him.
He shrugged.
“Oh, come on! I wanna know,” Selphie grinned, hoping to get some details.
“Hmm,” he hummed, not giving the girl an answer.
“Seifer!”
“What?” he growled, aanoyed.
“I wanna know how it went. You seemed happy.”
“Why're you so nosy,” he wondered, frowning.
She sighed. “Please tell me.”
The bigger blond relented, seeing as she wasn't going away any time soon. “I didn't like him.”
“What!?” That shocked her. When he was going out last night, he seemed happy. “Why?”
Seifer never liked to talk about his personal life to anyone. Especially Selphie. She had the tendency to blurt everything she heard. “Just wasn't for me.” Truth was, the date was at total waste of his time. The guy turned out to be a dud. They hadn't spoke more than a few words to each other, and Seifer just got bored. Hell, he got more out of Leonhart than his date.
“Oh,” she frowned, which looked out of place on the brunette girls' face, seeing as she was always hyper. “I see,” she said, then sighed. She honestly thought that Seifer had a good time. Well, she hadn't spoken to him since yesterday.
“Yeah,” he said. “So, can you let me eat me food in peace now?” He gave a sigh and went back to his food.
She bit her lip in thought. This would be the third date that Seifer's been on this week and, every time, it always ended bad. She didn't understand it, either. Seifer was a very attractive man, who should be able to get anyone he wanted. Well, when he'd gotten let back in Garden, she could see a difference in the blond man. He just wasn't like he use to be. He use to have fun.
“Ah, well,” she suddenly brightened up, hoping to lighten his mood a little. “There's always next time!”
Seifer nodded distractedly, not really paying attention to her. He just wanted to eat, then maybe challenge Squall to a spar later. It wasn't like he had any other plans tonight, anyway. “I guess....”
Zell came over and plopped down, sighing. He had a plate full of hot dogs and started scarfing them down.
“What's the matter, Zell?” Selphie asked, curious as to why he seemed to be down in the dumps.
The martial artist started talking with his mouth full. “Welf, you 'member that girf—“
“Zell! Swallow your food first,” she made a disgusted face at him.
He did. “Well, you remember that girl I went out with last night?”
They both nodded in confirmation. “What, did she slap you for grabbing her breast?” Seifer smirked.
“That was one time!” Zell cried “I was falling over in my seat! And.... and it was right there in front of me. It was an accident.” He glared at the other man.
“Uh huh,” Selphie grinned at him. “Whatever you say, Zelly.”
Zell sulked and crossed his arms. “It's true. But, that wasn't what I was going to say....” He gave the taller man, who just had that damn smirk on his face a look for interrupting him.
“Sorry. Go ahead and continue,” she told him.
“Okay. Well, anyway, it started out alright, I guess,” he shrugged. “But, then she opened her mouth.”
They all gave him a look.
“She wouldn't shut up,” he told them with a sigh.
“Hm, sounds like someone else I know....” The gunblader gave him a smirk, making Zell growl at him.
“Hey, I do not talk that much.... do I?”
“Well—“
“Shut up, Seifer.” Zell just huffed and ate some more of his hot dogs. “Hey, you had a date last night, too? How'd that go?”
“It didn't work out,” was the only answer he supplied the chicken with. He didn't want to talk about his love life, or lack of. He wouldn't tell anyone this, but it was a sore spot for him.
“Oh,” was all the was said about that.
“I know! Why don't I set up your next date?” the brunette girl chirped, grinning.
Both men gave her a look, causing her to frown. “What? I can choose good dates.”
“Uh huh,” Zell said. “Remember that one time you set me up with this girl?”
Selphie shrank back a little. “That was one mistake,” she defended herself.
“Selphie, it was more than a little mistake. That girl became obsessed with me.”
Seifer laughed at that, finding it amusing.
“I'm so happy that my failed love life is amusing to you,” he glared.
“Aw, let me do it. I'll find you somebody good this time. It'll be different this time.”
“I don't know, Sel,” he sent her a disbelieving look. “Why are you so obsessed with playing matchmaker all of a sudden?”
“Well, I don't have anything else to do. Plus, I think it will be fun!” She started listing off possible candidates in her head.
Seifer rolled his eyes. She was already in her planning mode. He wondered if he could get himself out it, then thought better of it, because, knowing Selphie, she'd bug him all day until he agreed. And, she was quite stubborn when she wanted to be.
“Seifer, what's your type?”
He ran a hand through his golden hair. “I don't know.... brunets? I like 'em shorter than me, too.”
She nodded, jotting this down in her memory since she didn't have a pen or paper on her. “All right.” She was going to have some fun with this. “Zell?” she asked him next.
“Oh, uh... blondes. I don't want her taller than me. Quiet and shy type, I guess,” he finished, frowning at the looks he was receiving.
“Okay,” the brunette said with a nod. “I better get started on this then.”
Both men sighed, both regretting ever agreeing to this.
Seifer stood up and stretched his long legs. “I'm gonna go see if puberty boy's up for a spar.”
“Alright. Later, man,” the tattooed blond gave a nod as Seifer walked out of the cafeteria.
“Poor Seifer. He's been down lately,” she said once he was gone.
“I know,” the man beside her agreed. “He's not the same as he use to be. I mean, he's still an asshole, but a lot less than before.” Which was true; he even called Zell by his name more often the before. It was weird to not be called chicken wuss. He actually kind of missed the old Seifer.
“Mm, I'm gonna go,” he announced, standing. “I'll talk to ya later, Selphie,” he gave her a smile and trotted off.
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Squall noticed the blond mans' moves when they were having their spar. They were lacking in effectiveness. He barely landed a hit on Squall. And, his dodges were choppy. Seifer was much better than this, Squall knew. So, something seemed to be going on with his blond friend.
Seifer huffed and wiped sweat off of his brow, frowning. “Dammit,” he swore. He sheathed his gunblade and sighed.
“Something wrong?” Squall asked, coming to stand next to him.
“M'fine,” he shrugged.
“Hn,” the brunet grunted, starring at him.
“What?” he asked, seeing Squall's look. He sighed again, finally regaining his breathing.
Squall shrugged. “I heard your date didn't go well last night.”
“Yeah, so? He was worse than you, Squally boy.”
At that, Squall glared, causing the taller man to chuckled. “Seriously, he wouldn't talk. I was bored out of my mind.”
His glare softened, and he smiled slightly. It was barely noticeable, but Seifer caught it. He could read the brunet's facial expressions well. Squall wouldn't show it, but he was relieved that his date hadn't worked out. He was never one to say what he was feeling and thinking, though, so he kept that bit to himself. Though he, like the rest of his friends, had noticed a change it Seifer. He seemed more down. He wouldn't let them in.
He just kept himself distant from the rest of them. Granted, he did talk to Squall more, he still wouldn't tell him what was going on, and it was obvious that something was bothering him.
“And now,” Seifer was saying, tarring Squall away from his inner thoughts. “Selphie is setting me up on a blind date with someone.”
Squall knew he must of looked shocked, and he was pretty sure it showed on his face. “Oh....” He winced.
“Yeah,” the other man rolled his eyes.
“Did she say who?”
“Nah,” he shook his head. “That's why it's a blind date, Squally boy.”
Squall knew what he was feeling, and he didn't like it at all.
“When is the blind date?”
“She didn't say yet...” Suddenly, he smirked. “If you want, I can have her set you up on one, too.”
Squall made a face. “No.... I don't think so.”
Seifer chuckled at Squall's look. “Well, I'm gonna go get cleaned up. Later, man,” he patted the other gunblader on the shoulder and walked out of the training center, leaving Squall to his thoughts.
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