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CHAPTER 5: The Goth Attorney from hell

 

As they were getting into the car Squall's cell phone chirped, flipping it open he answered, “Leonhart.”

 

“Hello Vincent.” He said, a few moments passed and he continued, “Sure I can be there in about half an hour.” Then clicked the phone shut without saying goodbye.

 

“I have to stop by my attorney's to sign some paperwork, then we can go shopping.” He offered as an explanation and slid behind the wheel.

 

When they arrived downtown Squall parked in one of the secured parking garages. On their way up to Vincent's office he was silent in his thoughts. Vincent Valentine was one of his exes. It had taken him over six months to speak to the man again. Vincent knew how he felt about fidelity and had screwed someone else while he had been out of town visiting his family. He had been gone for three days. Three freaking days and his lover had fucked around on him.

 

The first six months after the breakup every time Vincent called he hung up on him. But eventually his temper had cooled and he realized that even though Vincent had made a lousy boyfriend he was still an amazing lawyer. So he started taking his calls but only on legal matters, for personal affairs he was still cold and distant.

 

Now over a year later they were friends again. Not as close as they once were, but friends who could get together and talk.

 

Seifer watched Squall as the elevator made its ascent to the 45th floor of the high-rise building. There was a scowl on the younger mans face and he wondered what was bugging him. “Is something wrong?” He asked as the elevator came to a halt.

 

The doors opened and Seifer followed Squall out of them. Squall stopped and turned to him, “Just the past.” He answered abruptly.

 

Squall realized that he had just come close to biting Seifer's head off over something the tall blond knew nothing about. “Seifer, I'm sorry. Vincent and I have history. Let's just suffice to say that he cheated on me and I dropped him like a bad habit.” Squall was shocked by his actions, he hadn't told anyone why he and Vincent had broken up. Yet here he was telling his new partner. He found it really easy to talk to Seifer and he had only known him for a little over two hours.

 

“I see.” Seifer replied simply.

 

“One thing I should warn you about before you meet Vincent is his appearance. He dresses more like a vampire then a lawyer. He's known around town as `The Goth Attorney From Hell' and has been cited by judges for intimidating the other attorneys. When he offers a plea bargain the defense usually takes it. He has more convictions on his record then all the other partners in his law firm combined. But he's also brilliant in business law which is why I have him on retainer.”

 

He walked beside Squall through the huge double doors at the end of the hallway and watched as Squall casually strolled over to the reception desk and saw the girls face light up when she saw whom it was.

 

“Squall Leonhart to see Vincent Valentine.” He offered.

 

“Hi Squall, I'll tell him that you're here. Would you like a cup of coffee or something while you wait?”

 

Squall turned to Seifer and asked with a smile, “Coffee?”

 

Seifer grinned back at him, “That sounds good black please.”

 

Squall turned back to the receptionist, “Two coffees black.” He turned back to where Seifer was standing and indicated for him to sit down taking the chair beside him.

 

The wait was short they had just got their coffee when the office door opened and an elegantly dressed man stepped out. He was 6' tall and filled out the black suit and white shirt nicely. His black hair was long and straight and hung half way down his back. His eyes were a startling crimson, the natural color was a deep doe brown but the colored contacts did wonders. His skin was alabaster white giving the appearance that it had never seen the light of day. He walked over to where Squall and Seifer were sitting.

 

“Squall, it's good to see you again.” He said his voice was a deep gravely bass.

 

Squall rose to his feet and answered, “Vincent.”

 

Vincent Valentine smiled at the younger man showing off the fact that he had his canine teeth capped and the points were actually longer looking more like fangs then his real ones did. He saw Seifer who was still seated, and demanded, the jealousy apparent in his voice, “Who's this? Is he you're new boyfriend?” He pointed a long slender finger at the blond.

 

Squall quirked an eyebrow at him and glared, “My personal life is none of your fucking business. Look Vincent you said that you had paperwork I needed to sign so lets get to it. I have more important things to do with my day then answering your questions about my sex life. You gave up any right to question me the second you were unfaithful to me.” Squall threw up his hands in exasperation. “Fuck this shit! Just have a courier bring them to my house later this afternoon. We should be home around 4:00.”

 

Squall stomped out of the room and was half way to the elevator when he remembered, “Shit Seifer.” He growled and pivoted around quickly not breaking stride he plowed into Seifer's hard body.

 

“Sorry about that.” He apologized.

 

“Not a problem.” Seifer answered before he could say anything else Vincent Valentine had caught up with them.

 

“Squall I'm sorry. You're correct I have no right at all to question you. Would you please come back it will only take about five minutes for you sign the papers.” Vincent looked contrite. His eyes misted over as he remembered the altercation that led to Squall breaking up with him.

 

He had come over the night that Squall got home and Squall had taken one look at his lover and said, “Get out!”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard me get out. I told you when we first become lover's Vincent that I don't share. I was gone for three days and you fucked around on me.”

 

“How did you know?” He had asked, realizing too late that he had just admitted to what Squall could have only been guessing at.

 

The answer when it came was not verbal, but a look of loathing.

 

“I couldn't help it. I'm crazy about you. It only happened once.”

 

“Oh that's a good way to show it. I'm gone and you let someone else fuck you.”

 

He stepped forward and started to run his fingers down Squall's cheek but was stopped when Squall put his arm up to block it. “Don't! Ever! Touch! Me! Again!” Squall's usually warm tenor had grown cold and dark as he emphasized each word.

 

The coldness in Squall's voice had caused him to shudder,” Squall I'm sorry.”

 

“Sorry for what? That you got caught? God damn it! I really cared for you Vincent and now I wouldn't piss down your throat if your lungs were on fire.” Squall hissed.

 

“I said I was sorry.” His voice started to catch.

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Squall what can I do to make it up to you?”

 

“Nothing! Now get the fuck out of my goddamn house!” Squall snarled and turned his back, dismissing him.

 

He hadn't tarried instead he did as Squall had told him, he figured if he gave Squall a couple of days he would cool down and take him back. He had never been so wrong before.

 

The next six months were difficult for him. Whenever he tried to contact Squall about legal matters he was told very abruptly to send the papers over by courier. The personal matters always resulted with the phone going dead.

 

Squall followed Vincent back into his office, his stride was still angry. Seifer followed him and could feel the waves of irritation that were flowing off the brunet's body. He made a mental note to never to piss Squall Leonhart off he didn't relish being the recipient of that icy blue glare.

 

After Squall had signed the necessary papers he and Seifer departed the building. “If you don't mind I'm going to leave my car here and we can walk. It's not that far to where we're going.” The good mood that Squall had been in earlier was back and the smile was once again in his mouth.