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Finally minna....FF8 characters have made an appearance ^___^ *laughs hysterically*

Oh Koco...I'll process you request as soon as possible.....*evil glint in eye* just leave it to your forever faithful chibi *smirk* *evil music can be heard in the background*

Seifer Almasy took a sip of Yabarah, also known in the common tongue, Blood Wine.

"The Gatherings tonight. It would be wise to attend Leonhart."

Grey-blue eyes flicked him a bored expression.

"You know where my loyalties lie. Seifer." The one name Squall continued polishing his gleaming gunblade.

"Yes we all know your Muraki's lap dog - " before Seifer could finish his sentence he found the point of a very sharp gunblade inches from his throat.

"If you have nothing else to say I suggest you get out. My patience is thin." Squall said coldly. His grey-blue eyes boring into Seifer.

Seifer ran his gloved hand through his short blonde hair.

"Alright, alright. No need to get your knickers in a twist." His green eyes gleamed maliciously.

The gunblade edged another couple of inches.

"Get out."

The tall blonde shrugged casually pivoted on his heel and backed out.

He gulped down the last of his luke warm wine before smashing the wine glass into millions of crystal shards with a single blast of his power.

`Nice to see puberty boy get a backbone' he commented as he stalked off into the darkness.

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Bakura sighed melodramatically as he settled on an overstuffed couch, creasing his freshly ironed white garb he had on.

"I would rub it right up your little snotty nose if my heart was hard enough."

The occupant of the room flicked a glare at him then padded over to the large open window. The coldness of the marble floor seeped through his bare feet travelling up his spine making him shiver unintentionally.

"Look, Malik isn't a bad guy; he can just get a bit possessive at times which is not anything personal. If you flit around him more often you'll understand what I'm saying."

"I'm not his possession." Hatsui said stonily by the window. The white haired god could have keeled if he was standing up.

`Hell's fire! Remind me to personify dear Hatsui in a heated argument on `stubbornness''

"That wasn't what I meant baka...just sort things out ok? You guys are allies not enemies."

Hatsui pushed a length of black hair away from his face and caught a whiff of lavender and rosemary scent. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

`Mother Night, what DID they do to me when I was out?!' Hatsui referred back to Bakura's question

"He told you to come?"

Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Iie"

Just then the door opened and the sandy haired God of Justice strode in, a look of surprise appeared when he saw Bakura nestled comfortably on the overstuffed couch. Hatsui looked up from his spot by the window; a dark look appeared across his face. He rested his head against his arm leaning beside the window frame of his room.

"Speak of the devil." Bakura grinned as he got up and swaggered towards the door; he patted Malik on the shoulder and gave him a knowing wink.

The other god gave him a questioning look.

"My presence is no longer needed here. You two play like nice little boys."

"Bakura?" Malik questioned, he gazed over to the figure by the window.

"Just remember there's an important council at the Keep. Not to be missed." With that the God of Chaos disappeared behind the door.

Malik ran a hand through his fine sandy locks.

"What was that about?" he asked Hatsui.

"I thought you would know the answer." Was the reply.

Hatsui sighed deeply and lent heavily against the window frame. Malik cautiously placed a hand on Hatsui's shoulder, waiting for a rebellious move.

He felt the other God tense beneath his hand, like a bow strung too tightly.

"...Hatsui daijoobu na?"

"I apologize for my insolent behaviour towards you." Hatsui said stiffly, the ebony haired God to examine the window frame he was leaning on.

Malik's amethyst eyes widened with shock and forced down a bubble of laughter.

`What DID happen to him? He doesn't despise me anymore.'

Hatsui slowly turned around to face Malik, his usually calm grey eyes distracted.

"I have been childish at times and it is my responsibility to see it righted."

Malik drank in the sight of a slightly flustered God, stammering and spluttering a `formal apology' to him.

He found himself staring at those perfect lips and wondered how it felt to kiss them.

`...hmm....his responsibility to see it right? This could get interesting.' The corner of his mouth quirked as he wondered if Hatsui was a screamer or a moaner.

Malik mentally kicked himself.

`No! Noooo! Geez....can't think of that NOW! That guy seriously doesn't know how gorgeous he is....ARGH! Gotta stop thinking with my `head' down there once in a while...i wonder how Yohji does it...' he goaded at himself as he forced to remain passive.

Hatsui avoided the purple gaze.

The sandy haired god chuckled loudly.

"Hatsui, are you always that formal? It doesn't matter were friends after all."

The grey-eyed god looked at him warily.

"Just shrug it off." Malik beamed back at him.

Hatsui managed a ghost smile before turning his face away from Malik, causing stray hairs to fall onto his face, like a curtain of silk.

All Malik remembered was how soft Hatsui's hair would be and then all of a sudden he found his own hand reach out and gently brushed the strands away from the porcelain face.

The shorter immortal's eyes widened with surprise, and then a look of curiosity appeared in the stone eyes.

`Oh god...his eyes.........his eyes are so beautiful' his own eyes shone with awe.

Staring into the forever drowning grey abyss, Malik's hand travelled down the pale cheek, and then gently tilted the face towards him.

`This is uncharted territory here Malik.' A little voice scolded him. In turn Malik drew in a deep breath and lowered his face towards Hatsui. Their breaths mingled then Malik planted a feather kiss on Hatsui's lips.

Grey eyes flew open with shock and attempted to push him away, Malik wound his hand through the ebony locks drawing them closer than ever before.

Hatsui's efforts to break contact were in vain as Malik gave him butterfly kisses up and down his neck, making him gasp involuntarily.

Justice tugged at the loose shirt as he tried to coax Hatsui's mouth open, but to no avail.

A wicked thought crossed Malik's mind, he snaked his hand towards the other god's groin and gave it a squeeze. Hatsui gave strangled cry; taking hold of the chance the sandy-haired god thrust his tongue into the passive mouth tasting the sweetness inside.

Hands flew towards Malik's chest and gave him a shove. His efforts were in vain as he slowly drowned in the forcefulness of Malik's kiss.

`Elders! I've longed for this for so long!' Malik moaned to himself as he tangled his hand through the silk locks again, pushing Hatsui with his other hand back against the window frame. His tongue urged Hatsui's into action.

Panic began to rise as he came to contact with the wall.

Malik broke the kiss, leaving them both gasping for air.

"...Gomen ne Hatsui....." he cupped the face of the shorter immortal, his amethyst eyes lidded with lust.

"Its just I've been wanting this for so long." He continued.

Hatsui gulped down several lung fills of air to calm his rising panic.

"You.....want me?" he said disbelievingly.

A predatory grin spread across Malik's lips.

"You look gorgeous when your flushed." He whispered seductively in his ear, biting his ear lobe in the process making Hatsui jump.

Malik nuzzled Hatsui's neck.

The other god relaxed by the wall.

".....Malik....the....the council...." Hatsui said softly, allowing no emotions to show through.

"I guess I got distracted." Malik winked at him as he pried himself away from his object of desire. He gripped Hatsui's chin lovingly.

"Look, this might be all sudden to you, I'm sorry. " the lusty haze seem to dissolve in the amethyst eyes, recognising the seriousness of the situation.

Hatsui diverted his gaze.

"Aishiteru Hatsui-san."

Malik lowered his head once more and gave him a final kiss before pivoting on his heels leaving his room.

Hatsui stared dumbfound at the space Malik previously has occupied.

`He loves me?'

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*sweatdropp* please don't kill me.....i have NO experience in writing limes or lemons or other strange citrus fruits.....thanks to the help of Kumiko....also known as Bakura no aboi (I think) to get this chapter done *giggle*

You won't want to know all the background drama this chapter went through.....so if theres `bits and pieces' that don't seem right don't bite.....>___<

Ja....Oyasumi nasai

*huggles kenshin plushie*