Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Junkie-love ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Title: Junkie-love
Author: Yorda
Rating: NC-17
Diclaimer: Sadly none of the characters of FF8 are mine, but belong
to Squaresoft
Couples: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: angst, lemon, language, mild violence, drug use, OOC
Summary: Seifer's on drugs and it's Squall's duty to help him.

Chapter 2:

Squall returned from the bathroom and sat down on the other bed, facing Seifer. He patiently waited as the
blonde started to come back to his senses. Seifer shifted on the bed, letting his green eyes slowly open.
Squall leaned forward, balling his hands in to fists. The blonde was trying to get his hazy eyes to focus.

"L--Leonhart?" he mumbled after blinking a few times.

"Yeah...It's me Seifer." Squall replied with a firm voice. He was suddenly feeling so angry at Seifer.

'Why the hell did you even let yourself get mixed up with drugs you stupid ass!' He was both angry and
worried sick.

"T--the fuck are you doing in m--my room?" Seifer spluttered, slowly sitting up on the bed.

"This is *my* room too Seifer. You're my room-mate." The brunette informed him. He saw a frown make it's
way on to Seifer's pale face.

Seifer finally managed to get his eyes to fully focus. He let them travel on Squall's lean body.

"So...you haven't changed a bit Leonhart." Seifer stated, stroking his short golden hair. It was true. Squall
looked the same he always did: his longish chocolate-brown hair, messy and hanging loosely, casting a
shadow over his storm-coloured eyes. He was missing his bomber jacket, but other than that, he was the
same Squall.

"....Yeah...but you *have* Seifer..." The brunette muttered, shooting Seifer a meaningful glance.

The blonde met Squall's narrowed eyes and noticed the younger man was staring at his arm. Seifer quickly
pulled his sleeve down, covering the marks Squall had already seen. When he thought the brunette wasn't
watching, he removed the compression belt from around his arm.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?" Seifer snapped, sounding annoyed. Squall remained silent for a
while. After a moment of thinking, he stood up and moved to sit on the same bed with Seifer.

Squall grabbed Seifer's left hand firmly and pulled the sleeve back up, not giving the blonde a chance to
protest. He watched as Seifer's pale face reddened with shame or anger, maybe both.

"Nice marks you have here Seifer." Squall said, sounding almost sarcastic. Seifer tried to pull his hand back,
but the brunette wouldn't allow him to.

"Those are none of your business!" Seifer growled, starting to sound angry.

"You think I don't know where they came from?" Squall continued, holding Seifer's hand tightly.

Seifer went silent, not able to think of an excuse.

"You use intravenous drugs Seifer...and god only knows what else!...What the hell happened to you?"

With a sudden rush of anger, the blonde managed to rid himself from Squall's death-grip and stood up from
the bed.

"Y-you have no proof of that!" Seifer screamed, leaning against the wall as he suddenly felt dizzy. He
blinked his eyes a few times, massaging his temples. He was breathing hard, trying not to vomit.

"Proof?...You want *proof?* Here's your fucking proof Almasy: When I walked into my room earlier, you
were lieing on my bed in a drug-stupor, with a used syringe, your hand full of old and new needle marks!"
Squall informed Seifer with a raised voice.

"Shut up!" Seifer suddenly screamed, slumping down on the floor. Squall felt a mixture of disgust and pity as
he watched the former Sorceress' Knight start vomiting furiously on the floor. He turned away from the sight,
covering his own mouth with his hand.

"Seifer...You need help." He said softly as he watched the blonde man, kneeled on the floor, breathing
heavily.

"I--I don't want help...not from you Squall, not from anyone! I c-can take care of myself..." Seifer whispered,
trying to catch his breath.

Squall kneeled down beside the blonde and lay a hand on his shoulder. Seifer flinched, but was too
exhausted to move away.

"Why did you come back Seifer? After six months...why didn't you return when we defeated Ultimecia?
Everyone thought you were dead." The brunette asked as he helped Seifer stand up.

"I hate this place. Why would I want to return here?" Seifer snorted.

"You're here now..." Squall noted, raising his dark brows.

Seifer lowered his face and remained silent.

'He probably had no other choice left but to come back here....Maybe he returned to Garden 'cause he knew
some one would help him here, even if he refuses to admit it.' Squall thought and brought his right hand up
to touch Seifer's face. He traced the long scar on his ex-rival's forehead, as he inspected the blonde's
haggard features. Seifer met Squall's eyes, and the brunette swallowed as he saw how awful Seifer looked.
He was skinny and pale, and dark rings surrounded his extinguished eyes.

"How long have you been using?" Squall finally asked, forcing Seifer to answer with his intent gazeing.

"Almost ever since the Ultimecia incident..." Seifer whispered, lowering his face again.

"I...I was so happy to be alive. I almost thought I wouldn't make it out of Lunatic Pandora. But I had survived
and thought I'd finally be able to start a new life...after all the shit I went through."

Squall watched as the blonde sat down on the bed again, stroking his eyebrows nervously. Squall thought
the gesture was a bit odd, but remained silent, waiting for Seifer to continue.

"But I was wrong...so fucking wrong! Everywhere I went, I was recognised as the 'Sorceress' Knight', as the
bad guy! No one would let it go! I was driven away from every fucking town and city I went to!...I had no
home, no job, no friends...so...I..."

Squall noted Seifer was breathing heavily, obviously starting to get upset. The blonde didn't continue his
story anymore and remained silent. Squall knew how it would have ended.

The brunette sat down beside Seifer who was rubbing his face with shaking hands.

"You ok?" Squall asked, knowing how stupid the question must have sounded. Seifer was obviously *not*
ok. He was already starting to get withdrawal symptoms and Squall knew it. He suddenly remembered
throwing all Seifer's drugs away and swallowed nervously.

"Squall....please help me.." Seifer suddenly whispered, the plead almost unnoticeable.

"What?"

"Help me..." Seifer repeated and gripped the brunette's white t-shirt. Squall blinked his eyes, slightly
surprised.

"I---I don't wanna be hooked...I don't wanna use them, but I---I can't help myself!" Seifer said, his voice
sounding desperate.

"I hate what I've become...I'm pitiful! Nothing but a useless junkie...I--I don't even have Hyperion anymore! I
sold it for drugs!...Can you believe it? Seifer Almasy giving up his weapon for a momentary relieve."

Squall grabbed the blonde by his shoulders, holding him firmly.

"I will help you Seifer. I promise I will." The younger man told the blonde, giving him a reassuring smile. The
look on Seifer's face was relieved, and a glimpse of hope lingered in his emerald green eyes.

Squall got up from the bed and glanced down on the floor.

"First I'll clean that mess away. It doesn't smell or look so nice." The brunette decided and went into the
toilet to get something to clean Seifer's mess with.


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It was already evening. Everything had gone ok so far. Squall had went to the cafeteria to pick up something
to eat, but Seifer wasn't hungry. Squall just shrugged and sat on his bed to eat his sandwich.

The blonde was sitting on the floor, pulling his knees tightly against his heaving chest. Squall could see
Seifer's forehead was glistening with sweat.

"Seifer...are you ok?" he asked and put his sandwich aside, moving down on the floor. He crawled to sit
beside Seifer and touched his trembling body, noting the boy was suffering from some kind of spasms.

Squall frowned when he saw Seifer's eyes travel down towards the suitcase, and the clothes and
miscellaneous things scattered on the floor.

'Thank god I threw everything away...' Squall thought in his mind as he realised what Seifer must have been
thinking about.

The brunette had completely forgotten the promise he'd made to Rinoa, and was startled when there
suddenly was an angry-sounding knock on their door.

Squall went to open it, and the first thing he got was a smack on his face from a furious Rinoa Heartilly.

"Squall Leonhart! You are a bastard!" the girl screamed, turned around and stormed away, leaving Squall
speechless.

'Oh shit!!! I totally forgot I was supposed to meet her at the Quad!' Squall cursed in his mind, stepping out
into the hallway.

"Rinoa wait!" he called after the girl, who was already too far away.

Squall sighed and returned into their room, closing the door behind him. He turned around and saw Seifer
kneeling on the floor, rummaging his bag.

"You won't find anything in there Seifer....I threw them away." Squall informed, swallowing as the blonde got
up to his feet.

"You *what*!?" Seifer screamed, his eyes suddenly burning with anger.

"I threw them away Seifer. It's for your own good and-" Squall was stopped in the middle of the sentence
when the blonde suddenly jumped on him and pinned him down on the floor.

"You fucker!! Why the fuck did you do that!?!?! This is not any of your fucking business Leonhart!" Seifer
raged, pulling at Squall's long strands.

The brunette was too shocked to do anything. He just lay still as Seifer's grip on him slowly started to
loosen.

"I---I'm gonna fucking kick your ass you stupid fuck--I--I'm gonna--gonna..."

Seifer suddenly buried his face into Squall's shirt, wetting it with his hot tears, weeping miserably.

"I--need something! Please! I--I can't take this!" Seifer sobbed, looking upl with pleading eyes.

"It hurts...every fucking muscle aches...please Squall! I'll do anything! Just give me something! I---I know
you didn't throw them away! ....Please say you didn't!" Seifer continued, leaving Squall speechless.

The brunette was already freaked out by Seifer's behaviour, and knew things were only gonna get worse.
He suspected Seifer was using some kind of opiates, and knew the ablactation would be hard.

'I *will* help him.' Squall told himself as he got up from the floor and helped the panting blonde on the bed.

:::::::::::::::::::::.To be continued:::::::::::::::::::

-Yorda