Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ A box of crayons and bunny food ( Chapter 42 )

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CHAPTER 42: A box of crayons and bunny food

After Squall and Seifer had finished lunch they decided to do a little more shopping. Squall had said that he needed to pick up a few more things for dinner. But before they went to the market he needed to make a quick stop at Irvine's. He had remembered seeing a pair of chaps when he had taken Seifer shopping and he wanted to get a pair to surprise his lusty bull with. Granted he knew that Seifer would be the only one to ever see him in them but that was fine.

Arriving at Irvine's he told Seifer to wait outside that he would only be a few minutes. Finding the black leather chaps quickly he was on his way the register when something else caught his attention. Stifling a laugh he knew that Seifer would also appreciate the drop bottom pajamas that he was also going to buy.

After they were finished with grocery shopping they were on the way back to the car when Squall heard that oh so familiar shriek that he would never grow accustomed to.

“Squalleeeeeeeeeee! There you are. Have you been avoiding me?” Rinoa shrilled as she ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck.

“Like the plague.” Squall snapped and untangled himself from her cloying grasp.

Rinoa stepped back and shook her finger at him, “Now Squall you stop being so mean to me. I have good news.”

“And what's that thinking about becoming a mime?” Squall sneered contemptuously.

Seifer started laughing at the brunet's caustic reply. He had actually been surprised that when Rinoa asked if he was avoiding her, his lover hadn't replied, “Like a case of the clap.”

Rinoa cocked her head over to where the tall blond was waiting and scowled at him expecting him to wither under her glare, when he didn't she looked back at Squall who was trying to find his car keys.

“No silly. Daddy wants to meet with you to discuss your intentions for me. But that's going to have to wait until I get back from Paris, daddy is letting me go shopping and I thought while I was there I would pick out a wedding gown.” Rinoa replied breathlessly.

Squall had finally had enough glaring down at her he said coldly, “Rinoa that is it. I've had it. I don't know how many ways I have to tell you that I am not interested in you. I've tried being kind and that didn't work. I was crude and that also didn't work. I thought the fiasco that happened at my fathers would have put an end to it. But I can see that it didn't. So I'm going to be blunt and brutal, I do not like you. I have never liked you. The thought of having sex with you not only repels me but nauseates me as well. This is your final warning do not come near me again or I will have you arrested for stalking.” Yanking out his car keys he pressed the auto door button and slid into the drivers seat and slammed the door in her startled face.

Seifer crawled into the passenger seat and softly closed his door. Glancing over at his boyfriend he saw that Squall's hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel his knuckles were white against his sun brown skin. He didn't say anything just sat there quietly while Squall tried to get his temper under control. Casting a quick glance at his passenger Squall saw that he was buckled in and roared away from the parking place.

As Rinoa watched the black BMW speed away she stomped off seething, chanting silently under her breath, “You will be mine Squall Leonhart. I don't care who I have to step on to get you. But you will be mine.”

When Squall and Seifer arrived home they found that Carrie was also home and was sitting in the middle of the living room floor doing her homework. She had been having a battle of the wills with Little Seifer who insisted on sitting in the middle of the book that she needed to read or chew on the end of her mechanical pencil. No matter what she tried the little pest wouldn't be deterred.

Glancing up as the door opened she saw that her brother and Seifer were home. Just looking at Squall she knew that something was wrong. Especially when he didn't even stop to say hi but stomped over to his room and slammed the door with a resounding bang. Looking over at Seifer she asked, “What's wrong? Did you two get in a fight?”

Seifer walked over to where she was still sitting on the floor and plopped down beside her, “No, we didn't get in a fight. Rinoa Heartilly is what's wrong.” Seifer explained calmly, leaping suddenly to his feet he started pounding back and forth. He bellowed, “What the fuck is wrong with that stupid bitch? Did somebody hit her in the head with a stick? If they haven't maybe somebody should just to see if her brain is working, if she even has a brain. She is without a doubt the stupidest woman that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.” Seifer threw his hands up in exasperation and continued his pacing and his tirade. “Jesus Christ she's lucky that breathing comes naturally or she would have forgotten to do it along time ago.”

“Maybe she shoved a box of crayons up her nose.” Carrie offered helpfully a malicious smile on her lips. She was already planning on ways to make Rinoa suffer, not only had that annoying bitch upset her brother but his boyfriend as well. She loved them both to pieces. Seifer had quickly become her best friend and she hated seeing him this angry and upset.

At Carrie's comment Seifer's anger dissipated and he chuckled, “Holy shades of Homer Simpson.”

“What has she done this time?” Carrie asked.

“Oh nothing much, she's just planning our wedding.” Squall replied drolly from the doorway.

“Excuse me?” Carrie questioned.

Before Squall could respond the doorbell chiming interrupted him. Crossing over to the door he opened it and found that the deliverymen from Edea's had arrived with his table. Opening the other door he allowed them entrance into the house and showed them to the kitchen and pointed over to where he wanted it set up. Pulling out his wallet he took out a couple of $50.00 and handed them too them. “Thanks guys, here have a couple of cold ones on me.” Leading them back out the living room he bid them good day and closed the door.

When he turned to face Carrie and Seifer the tension that had been etched on his face earlier had vanished. Squall was happy that he finally had his dining room table back. No more eating on the floor of the living room or on the fold out. Smiling at his two favorite people in the world he said, “I'm making stir-fry for dinner I hope that's okay.”

Receiving yeses from them he grinned and said, “Then if you'll excuse me I have prep work to do. If you want to come into the kitchen and keep me company that would be great.”

Carrie quickly scooped up her scattered textbooks and started to the kitchen when the doorbell chimed again. She grinned at her brother and said, “That's probably Kaj. I hope that's okay.”

Squall smiled at her and said, “It's fine Care.” And went to answer the door yet again. His sister was right it was Kadaj who was at door.

“Hi Squall.” Kadaj greeted him.

“Hi Kaj, come on in.” Squall offered his own greeting, “If you'd like to stay for dinner I'm making stir- fry.”

“Sounds great. And I'd love to stay.” He replied.

As Squall was chopping veggies for dinner his cell phone chirped, “Hey Seif could you get that for me?”

“Sure babe not a problem.” Seifer answered. Retrieving the phone where it lay on the counter he saw that it was Vincent, “Hi Vincent.”

“Is Squall okay?” Vincent asked instantly concerned.

“Yeah he's fine he's busy chopping bunny food.” Seifer replied with a snort.

“When did you get a rabbit?” Vincent asked the confusion apparent in his voice.

Seifer let out a sharp bark of laughter, “Your roots are showing Vinnie.”

“What? Oh never mind I was wondering what you were doing tonight?”

“Going out dancing with Cloud and Yazoo.” Seifer answered then added, “You want to come with?”

“Sure. When and where?”

“I think Squall said that the name of the place is Groove Thang and we're meeting up there at 6:00.”

“Great tell Squall that I'll see him then that I need to talk to him.”

“Fine. See you later Vincent.” Seifer clipped the phone shut.

Since Squall had been listening to Seifer's side of the conversation he didn't ask what Vincent had wanted since he knew that they would be seeing each other later at club.

While they were eating dinner Squall glanced over to where Seifer was sitting working on his second plate of stir-fry. Arching an eyebrow he said snidely, “You know something for somebody who doesn't like veggies you sure scarfed down your bunny chow quickly enough.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Seifer growled. Squall was right, that little shit, since he had been eating healthier he felt a lot better.