Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Painting ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter Two

"Hmm hmm hmm hmm," Relm hummed, swinging her legs beneath her seat while she ate her cocoa puffs. The power had come back on last night and Seifer moved the thirteen inch into the kitchen so she could have something to distra-... do, before she went to school.

"Or the time I got my head caught in that sock." Said Chucky from Rugrats. Relm laughed to herself and scooped up nothing but milk in her next bite. "Pleh," The remaining milk slid off the spoon back into the bowl and she got up from the table taking her bowl with her.

She dumped the contents into the sink and jumped a few times knocking the sink handle to the left to turn on the water. Swinging a leg up onto the counter she pulled herself up so that she sat upon it. Relm ran her hands under the fauscet to clean them from the sticky cereal.

"What are you doing?" Her uncle called, scaring the wits out of the girl. Her face registered pissed before she turned off the water. "I was just washing my hands, loser." She was elevated off the counter by Seifer and placed down on the floor.

"Do you have everything in your book bag?" He asked her grabbing the slightly heavy thing shoving it in her hands. "Yeah," Relm slid her arms under the straps and adjusted it so that it rested comfortably on her shoulders and back. "Lets go." She said casually.

The two of them walked into the livingroom. Seifer grabbed his keys on the way out of the kitchen and pressed the button on the door lock to open it. "Go wait out in the car." He told her and she rolled her eyes backing out of the screen door saying. "Don't take forever, I'll tell my mom if you make me late." Relm disappeared out the door and Seifer rushed upstairs.

Irvine was still asleep, fast asleep. A leg dangled loosely from the bed and he was practically over running the area Seifer had just got up from. A fiendish smirk cascaded Seifer's mouth as he walked over to the bed grabbing Irvine's foot. He ran the very tips of his finger under it to tickle him and he heard his lovers laugh.

"Nice try but, I'm not ticklish on my feet." Irvine sat up and pulled Seifer to him in a hug. The car horn beeped and they both looked towards the window. "I'd better get out there." Seifer was saying. "You gonna still be here when I get back?" He asked.

"Yup, I'll make breakfast."

Seifer shook his head to that. "It'll just keep us apart longer, we'll eat afterwards." He backed away from the bed but leaned back down and gave Irvine a kiss. "I'll be back in 20 minutes." When Seifer left the room Irvine flopped back down on the bed pulling the blanket up to his chin snuggling back underneath it to regain his sleeping status.

Seifer walked outside and whistled to Lasso, who was about to do his business in a neighbors yard. The dog raised it's head to the sound seeing who had made it then came over to the blonde with remorse. "How many times have I told you not to do that in Mrs. Wakefields yard.... Do it over there." He pointed two houses over. "Mr. Dane is an asshole."

Petting the dog on the head Relm shouted out the window. "Bye Lasso!" The dog barked at her wagging its tail back and forth. Seifer climbed into the car reaching over to Relm putting her seat belt on for her then he pulled away from the curb.

Relm looked down at herself noticing that she had her seat belt on but he didn't. "Why aren't you wearing a seat belt?" She asked as though she has to hear this one. "Because I'm an adult and your the child." Relm crossed her arms giving him a bored expression.

"I don't need a seat belt because I know how to drive." Seifer went on after seeing her mocking eyes.

"Yeah, well you must not trust your driving all that much if I have to wear one." Seifer opened his mouth to say something but decided to keep it to himself. No sense in argueing with a little kid, he wasn't immature. "Little brat." He muttered then, childishly, he stuck his tongue out at her.

Relm shook her head in disbelief and turned her attention out the window. The sky was clearing up from last nights storm and the sun was trying its hardest to cut through the thick clouds in some areas of the city. Seifer turned off at a corner and slammed down on the breaks. "Watch out maniac!" A boy shouted.

He and a few other teens were standing at a bus stop waiting for their bus to show up, but their little group somehow managed to depart about the street. "Shut up before my uncle runs you and everyone else over!" Relm shouted out the window. 'God I fucking hate teenagers.'

He looked at Relm, who has slipped her upper half out the window and he grabbed a handful of her shirt and yanked the girl back inside. 'And kids.' The car wheeled forward then ressumed its current speed. The two of them were in a loud silence and Seifer glanced over at the girl several times before asking. "What?"

"Nothing, I just never knew what a wimp you were." She stated rather casually crossing her arms. Her gaze remained out the window watching houses go by and Seifer just sighed. "I'm not a wimp." He explained. "It's just what's the point of arguing to idiots like an idiot when you can just ignore them and go about your day."

Relm hummed a second as though weighing it over in her mind then she shrugged. "I guess." Seifer wanted more than anything to bang his head on the wheel hard enough for the safety bag to come out and sufficate him but decided school was a better punishment for any kid. It would have bothered the hell out of him.

When the blue saturn pulled up beside the building Relm opened the door and hugged one of his arms. "Bye uncle Seifer." She got out of the car and waved before dashing off with a giggling group of girls. "Never seizes to amaze me." He breathed out and checked the time as he pulled away.

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"Aahhh..... Ahhhh.... Aahhh.." They moaned in unison. Their mouths found each other again, tangling their tongue between their opened mouths. Seifer's nails dug into Irvine's hips as he forced weight down on him to deepen their attachment with each other. Their bodies tensed and they released onto and in each other, relaxing into rest, where they lay.

Sighing in the comfort, Seifer kissed Irvine on the cheek. "Gods I could do this all day." The two of them kissed on the mouth again, passionately, before Irvine pushed at Seifer to get him up. "Me too, but right now...." He paused getting up off the bed. "I gotta get off to the auction don't wanna miss that vase."

Seifer rolled over so that he was sitting up in bed, completely exposed to the world in the room. "Vision of loveliness, but your dick has no power right now." Irvine walked into the hall and into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Seifer heard the toilet flushing before the shower water came on.

He was about to get up and join him when the telephone rang calling his attention else where. Seifer walked downstairs giving the neighbor that looked into the window an eyefull. Seifer grabbed the phone first before closing the blinds to the prying eyes across the street. "Hello?"

"Almasy? We've got another job for ya. Come by today around twelve." His boss said. "Yeah fine. I won't be late." He listened to the other end another moment. "Bye." He pressed the off botton and dropped the phone back down on the couch. "Great of all the days to have work," He walked back upstairs and grabbed something to wear for the day.

"No sense in waiting." He muttered letting himself into the bathroom.

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"Do I hear three thousand even? Three thousand even?" There were no more paddles raised. The auctioneer raised her gavel saying. "Twenty five hundred going once..... going twice..." She banged a little wooden plate sitting to her left on the poduim stand. "Sold to bidder number 745, for twenty five hundred."

'This was a waiste of time.' Irvine thought, hopelessly. "Next item on the lot is this 14th century painting of a little boy and girl on a farm." Irvine's eyes widened in shock seeing the painting. Something about it was..... weird. But, good weird, like he had to have it.

"It's been said that this painting was of a little boy and girl who were forced to raise themselves, when their parents supposedly went mad and killed each other."

'I've got to have that painting.' Irvine thought. "Let's start the bidding at three thousand." Irvine raised his paddle first. "Three thousand to the gentleman in purple. Do I hear three thousand five hundred?"

Another paddle went up and she continued to up the price of the painting by five hundred dollars. Irvine wavered a bit when the price got up to ten thousand dollars, but he had to have that painting and pressed on. "Alright, the bid is now up to twenty five thousand dollars do I hear thirty thousand?" Irvine's eyes scrunched with restraint but his paddle went up.

"Thirty thousand going once...... going twice...... sold to bidder number 816 for thirty thousand dollars." Irvine didn't know whether to smile or project out of himself to give his physical state a kick in the ass. But at least the painting was his. A glimmer sparkled in his eyes and he grinned at the painting and something about it seemed to smile back.

When the auction was over Irvine walked over to the back of the room and looked over the painting and touched it feeling a shiver run down his back.

"Man this thing is cool." He mentioned to no one in particular. He looked into the little girls hands and saw a watering kettle. "Aaaww." His smile widened. Just as he was about to leave the room a dark haired woman grabbed onto Irvine's elbow with a death grip.

She was pale and had on an old fashioned looking purple dress. "Don't take that painting." She said with warning in her voice. "Get off me lady." Irvine snapped yanking his arm free. He gave her a death glare and started away but she grabbed him again this time by a handful of shirt. "Pleeease listen to me, it's haunted! The little girl and boy....they," She glanced over her shoulder at the painting as though it would hear her.

"My grandfather is dead because of that painting, you cannot have it." Irvine pulled hisself free again and brushed his clothes back down. "Listen lady, I know it's nice but you ain't gotta make up all that hocus pocus shit just to get it because I'm not giving it to you."

The womans eyes narrowed at his rudeness but they softened and warned again as she said. "You must listen, if you take that home you and your family will be in danger. Burn it!" A man came out of nowhere and put his arms around the woman. He was average hieght with brown hair that had sprinkles of grey in it for his young face. And he looked roughly 25 years old.

"I'm really sorry about this." The man said. "My mother she's...." He sighed out looking for the right words. "She hasn't been all there since grandpa died, claiming to see ghost and haunted paintings and what not."

Irvine listened to what the man was saying nodding his head. "I'm Locke by the way." He held out a hand that was taken by the brunette. "Irvine, good to meet you." Locke's mother was yammering in the background saying things that didn't really make much sense.

"Father I tried, I really tried." She said clear enough to be heard and Locke rubbed her shoulders saying low calming words. "It's okay mom, grandpa's in a better place now." This was all fine and well but Irvine wanted to get home and show Seifer the new art he's got.

With the raise of a hand as a 'goodbye' Irvine walked away from the couple back into the little auctions room. "Aahh there you are sir. Here's your portriat. We've wrapped it up for you so it doesn't get ruined in the rain." A tall short haired brunette said, taking the painting from the stand, handing it to Irvine.

"Thank you." He said turning to leave. The woman looked over his shoulder to Locke and his mother. She made a disgruntaled sound in her throat and walked over to the two to clear them out of the auction house. Last time she was there, they lost three sails because of her claims of ghost and witches curses.

As Irvine walked up the hall, he could hear the shrill screams of the woman in the background and he hurried his pace along. When he got out to the car he opened the door turning the painting on its side to stuff it into the back seat.

"Ow!" He cried out bringing his index finger into his mouth. "Fuckin' loose staples." He closed the door and climbed into the drivers seat. When he adjusted the mirror infront of him he saw something that wasn't there before. "Now how did that happen?" There was a tiny hole in the brown paper that covered it and he was pretty sure none of his fingers went through it.

Figuring he just banged it on the car door. He turned the key in the ignition and sped off to Seifer's house.