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Title: Vindictive
Author: brightspark
Pairing: Seifer Almasy x Squall Leonhart
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Theme: #12 Impossible; stubborn
Rating: PG13/T
Disclaimer: They belong to Squeenix.
Notes: This isn't half the thing I wanted to write, but it got a life of it's own, so here you are.
"Before you came to Garden..."
"We were best friends."
"I'd forgotten."
"Those brainsucking guardian forces might have something to do with that."
"Seifer... are you angry with me?"
Seifer took a deep breath. He looked away from Squall, away from Garden, and out into the night, and he shrugged, one finger tracing the line of the scar between his eyes. "Why do you think I fought you, Squally-boy?"
Squall looked down. He bit his lip, moving to Seifer's side, shoulder against shoulder, nodding slightly in understanding.
"You wouldn't say a word to me anymore," he whispered, swallowing hard. He didn't turn to look at Squall, or react to the warmth of Squall's shoulder pressing against his. He dropped his hand and gripped the railing hard, as if he wanted to break it. "You wouldn't say a damned word. You just looked at me, as if... as if you were so much better than me, so much stronger than me, so much smarter than me now... I had to prove you wrong."
"Maybe I just looked at you and thought that you'd lost something."
That made Seifer look at him, one eyebrow raised. "Lost what?"
"I don't know... everytime I saw you around Garden, when we weren't fighting, I mean..." He frowned, not knowing how to say it, so not used to putting things into words that he almost thought he couldn't. "It was as if you'd forgotten what I was like. As if you'd lost... I don't know, it sounds stupid."
"My childhood? The Orphanage?"
"Maybe."
"Fuck." Seifer turned, facing back towards Garden, patting down his pockets, fishing out a box of cigarettes. Squall frowned, but didn't say anything, watching Seifer fumble with the lighter. "We were both so fucked up."
"Yeah."
He cursed again and gave up, dropping the cigarette and his lighter, too, crushing it underneath his boot. Vindictive. "Maybe we could try again? Be friends? Like we used to be? Maybe," he smiled, teasing, warm, "maybe you can help me recover what I lost, and I can help you see me how you used to."
"I can't."
"What?"
Squall looked up at Seifer's frown, turning himself, pushing away from the wall. "I love you too much."
Seifer moved faster than he'd ever moved before, grabbing Squall by the arms and pushing him back against the wall, not letting him walk away. "You fucking what?! What do you want to go and say something like that for?"
"Let go of me."
He flinched a little at the coldness of that tone, but he didn't let go, grimacing as Squall twisted, like a snake, like a viper, trying to wriggle away. He yelped as Squall brought his feet up, kicking him in the legs and stomach and wherever he could reach forcing him away, both of them landing heavily on the ground, faces too close together.
They paused. For a moment, it was as if the world stood still.
Then Squall leaned down, and pressed his mouth hard against Seifer's, not at all gentle, hungry, consuming.
And then he pulled away, wiping his mouth, standing up and kicking Seifer hard. "I love you too much."
Love so fierce, it was almost hate. Laying there, watching Squall walk off and taking stock of his bruises, Seifer thought he understood that. It wouldn't work. They'd always fight, always argue. Maybe Squall'd seen that. Maybe they were similar. Vindictive. The least sign that something wouldn't work, and it wasn't good enough.
And what isn't good enough has to be destroyed.
Author: brightspark
Pairing: Seifer Almasy x Squall Leonhart
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Theme: #12 Impossible; stubborn
Rating: PG13/T
Disclaimer: They belong to Squeenix.
Notes: This isn't half the thing I wanted to write, but it got a life of it's own, so here you are.
"Before you came to Garden..."
"We were best friends."
"I'd forgotten."
"Those brainsucking guardian forces might have something to do with that."
"Seifer... are you angry with me?"
Seifer took a deep breath. He looked away from Squall, away from Garden, and out into the night, and he shrugged, one finger tracing the line of the scar between his eyes. "Why do you think I fought you, Squally-boy?"
Squall looked down. He bit his lip, moving to Seifer's side, shoulder against shoulder, nodding slightly in understanding.
"You wouldn't say a word to me anymore," he whispered, swallowing hard. He didn't turn to look at Squall, or react to the warmth of Squall's shoulder pressing against his. He dropped his hand and gripped the railing hard, as if he wanted to break it. "You wouldn't say a damned word. You just looked at me, as if... as if you were so much better than me, so much stronger than me, so much smarter than me now... I had to prove you wrong."
"Maybe I just looked at you and thought that you'd lost something."
That made Seifer look at him, one eyebrow raised. "Lost what?"
"I don't know... everytime I saw you around Garden, when we weren't fighting, I mean..." He frowned, not knowing how to say it, so not used to putting things into words that he almost thought he couldn't. "It was as if you'd forgotten what I was like. As if you'd lost... I don't know, it sounds stupid."
"My childhood? The Orphanage?"
"Maybe."
"Fuck." Seifer turned, facing back towards Garden, patting down his pockets, fishing out a box of cigarettes. Squall frowned, but didn't say anything, watching Seifer fumble with the lighter. "We were both so fucked up."
"Yeah."
He cursed again and gave up, dropping the cigarette and his lighter, too, crushing it underneath his boot. Vindictive. "Maybe we could try again? Be friends? Like we used to be? Maybe," he smiled, teasing, warm, "maybe you can help me recover what I lost, and I can help you see me how you used to."
"I can't."
"What?"
Squall looked up at Seifer's frown, turning himself, pushing away from the wall. "I love you too much."
Seifer moved faster than he'd ever moved before, grabbing Squall by the arms and pushing him back against the wall, not letting him walk away. "You fucking what?! What do you want to go and say something like that for?"
"Let go of me."
He flinched a little at the coldness of that tone, but he didn't let go, grimacing as Squall twisted, like a snake, like a viper, trying to wriggle away. He yelped as Squall brought his feet up, kicking him in the legs and stomach and wherever he could reach forcing him away, both of them landing heavily on the ground, faces too close together.
They paused. For a moment, it was as if the world stood still.
Then Squall leaned down, and pressed his mouth hard against Seifer's, not at all gentle, hungry, consuming.
And then he pulled away, wiping his mouth, standing up and kicking Seifer hard. "I love you too much."
Love so fierce, it was almost hate. Laying there, watching Squall walk off and taking stock of his bruises, Seifer thought he understood that. It wouldn't work. They'd always fight, always argue. Maybe Squall'd seen that. Maybe they were similar. Vindictive. The least sign that something wouldn't work, and it wasn't good enough.
And what isn't good enough has to be destroyed.