Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lightning. ❯ Chapter, The Third: In Which Seifer Pays a Visit. ( Chapter 3 )

Hicky: Well, hello readers, are you enjoying it so far? Sorry about the shortness of the first few chapters. We’ve decided to try to do a minimum of about 5 or 6 pages now.

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Chapter, The Third: In Which Seifer Pays a Visit.

Good Seifer.

It still irked him. Two days later, and it still irked him. No one talked to him like that, like a dog, not even Zell. Especially not Zell, little Chicken. And he wouldn't tell Seifer what the hell he was planning that he was 'doing out of Balamb'. Which also irked him. Now, it was a competition. He had to get Irvine to admit what was inside of him before Zell did. He would.

That being said, it was time he went and found the cowboy, before he disappeared like he had so rudely the day before. Seifer knew Irvine had a test today, so he wouldn't be going far. Truth be told, he was probably still in his room. Time to pay him a visit.

Seifer stood from where he sat in the Cafeteria, dragging his trench coat off the back of the chair and pulling it on. He straightened the collar as the coat settled, then lifted Hyperion to his shoulder and strode out of the Cafeteria doors, a smirk set on his features.

In moments he was knocking on Irvine's door.

Whether it was because he had just woken and wasn't thinking straight, or whether it was because the day before he had managed to escape without harassment from sunup to sundown, Seifer would never know, but Irvine answered the door without asking who it was first.

And he was naked.

Well, not naked. But nearly. He only wore a soft, imperial purple towel slung low around his hips and the muscles in his arms and torso flexed a little as he rubbed at his hair with another. He stopped and his eyes widened when he saw who was there.

Seifer swallowed. He didn't think he could trust himself to open his mouth. Irvine's nipples were both pierced.

Irvine reached up and the door started to hiss shut, but Seifer put his foot out and the door registered it, pinging and opening again like an elevator would.

"That isn't polite," he murmured.

"Just go away."

"Now that really isn't polite. I'm a visitor. You're supposed to invite me in."

"Fuck. Off."

"Tell me where I can find him, and I will." Seifer dropped his voice. "Or maybe we could call you Off and I could fuck you, hmm...?"

Irvine swallowed and took two steps back. Seifer followed one, smirk growing.

"Seifer..."

"You'd like that, huh?"

Irvine scowled, drew his fist back, and let fly with a rather impressive right hook that Seifer never saw coming. Something cracked and the gunbladist staggered backward, holding a hand to his bleeding nose.

"Great to have visitors, really, but I've got a test in a couple hours. Good mornin'," Irvine hissed, and jabbed the button to close his door.

Seifer slapped a hand to it, leaving bloody fingerprints, and called out.

"I'm only trying to help you, Kinneas! You'll thank me sometime."

Silence.

"I've seen how you are!"

Still nothing.

"You never kiss them! You never do more than touch a hip or put your arms around a pair of pretty shoulders!"

"Shut up!"

Aha. Raw nerve, hmm...?

"They're all over you and you just smile and turn them aside, not so anyone would notice, but you do. I notice. I see."

"Go get your nose seen to. I think it might be broken!"

"Irvine, you fucking-"

"Piss off!"

"Irvine!"

His footsteps retreated away from the door, and another door within slammed shut. He wouldn't hear anything anymore, even if Seifer screamed his lungs out. Besides, the sharpshooter was right. His nose was fucking broken. He turned and headed for the Infirmary.

* * *

Hyne, how could he have ever been so stupid? To open his door to Seifer Almasy? Where had his mind been? Actually, he could answer that. He knew where it had been. With the biker. He'd been thinking about the biker, so engrossed in remembering every detail of the ride back that it hadn't even occurred to him to do his habitual check of who was at his door.

The biker...

Irvine shook his head to clear it and dropped the towel from around his hips, reaching for a brush and working it carefully through his hair until all the knots were gone. Then he swiftly plaited the wet locks to keep them out of his way during his test.

A little more study before he went, and he'd be all set. He was pretty certain Seifer wouldn't bother him anymore today, and Zell would probably be glued to his side commiserating.

Hitting Seifer had kind of really rocked.

Irvine grinned, then went to his little fridge to find some breakfast. A couple of cold slices of pizza zapped in the microwave were just right and he sat and devoured them while quickly skimming his para-magic notes.

Today was shaping up to be a beautiful day.