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Log Completed
When; Yesterday Night (Takes place after Seifer's been pranked)
Rating; PG-13 (Minor language)
Characters; Seifer and Hayner
Summary; Seifer and Hayner have a late-night talk after everyone else leaves and Kairi pays a surprise visit.
Log;
To sum up Seifer's thoughts into one word, FUCK.
He stood motionless under the steamed water pouring out of the shower-head above, watching it disappear into the drain in all its purple-tinted glory. He wasn't quite sure how this happened, how he let this happen. One minute, he was minding his own, next thing he knew, there was a blur of confusion involving liquids and colors, followed by several pitches and tones of laughter.
At least he wasn't wearing his jacket at the time.
Seifer continued to curse inwardly as the stream of dyed water refused to cease. His hair was purple. Purple. His hair was purple.
Upon realizing the color would not fade out, he growled and turned the water off, reaching for a towel and drying himself off. Which, of course, had a hint of purple on it afterwards. He closed his eyes to get his thoughts together, becoming motionless once more and taking in the steamy silence surrounding him. Part of him wanted to make Hayner pay viciously. The other part, the part seeming to dominate him at the time, wanted to completely disconnect. Fuck everyone. Whatever.
With that, he wrapped the towel around his hips and walked out of the bathroom, purple hair and all.
As usual, Hayner was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed comfortably underneath him and a bright red pillow tucked snugly under his chin. Except today, he wasn't wearing his trademark grin or his usual insulted pout. The lines in his face were a little older, a little more mature than they usually were. Where there should have been a smile, in its place was a stiff, uncomfortable frown.
He had expected tonight to be fun. Really fun. After all, he was paying Seifer back for all of those sleazy comments and inappropriate insults. And it had been fun, except something kept bothering him. He had laughed with everyone else, taken his fair share in the enjoyment. Except, everyone had left now (Hayner had opted to stay) and Hayner was alone again. For the most part at least; Seifer was still here. Now, he didn't feel like laughing so much. It wasn't that he was afraid. No, it was the look on Seifer's face--the way he looked at him. It made him want to apologize, made him feel guilty.
What did he have to be guilty for? It was fair game. Seifer had been a jerk from the start. Still, Hayner felt guilty.
He looked up when the click of the bathroom door was heard, and Seifer walked out. Hayner cracked a smile, and tried for a joke, "Purple looks good on you."
Seifer halted, eyed Hayner wordlessly, then quietly walked into the single bedroom. He didn't bother shutting the door as he flung the towel off him to throw something on. And since he was waiting on everything to dry, that meant boxers. Meaning he was stuck in there. Unless he didn't mind wandering the streets half-naked.
The inward cursing was still at it - every harsh word in the English language whirling through his head. He wanted to punch something. Someone. He wanted to drink till he passed out. He wanted to begin plotting retaliation.
But it just wasn't the same without the others.
Seifer didn't like it one bit that the tables had turned. That he was the butt of the joke, that he wasn't the laughing side, that there was nothing he could do other than take it until given enough room to walk into the shower. He thought about re-evaluating his ways, but quickly shoved the notion aside - his hair matching the yard back at home didn't mean he had to become a saint.
Damn. He needed a drink.
He had expected bitching, whining of some sort. Even a splash of violence, which he was well-prepared to handle. Except, he hadn't expected silence. Not from Seifer. The lithe blond sat there on the couch, half-expecting Seifer to turn around and pin him against its cushions. He didn't though, and that was unsettling. Hayner shifted on the couch uncomfortably, it made him feel bad.
"Seifer, you're being unreasonable. It was a joke." He tried to keep his voice terse, impassive, except remorse edged into it. Made it sound meek and timid when it should have been indifferent.
"Piss off, Hayner, you had your laugh," he called out from the other room in a flat tone. Just a joke. Jokes were verbal. Jokes were laughing at mishaps caused by the targets themselves. As much of an asshole as Seifer was, he was too high-and-mighty for pranks. You don't trip people, you just watch them trip themselves. That was his policy.
And Hayner more than crossed it.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and got off the bed with a grunt, walking back out of the room and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, stared, then remembered that this wasn't his place - no beer or liquor. Old habits die hard, as is said.
Did Seifer just call him by name?
Hayner took in a long, shuddering breath and ducked his head a little, his eyes cast downward. He hadn't thought the other would've been so offended by it. Its not like they did anything terrible. Just a little prank to knock Seifer down a few notches.
"...It was a joke, Seifer. Why can't you just forget about it? The dye'll wash off in a few days and then it'll be like it never happened." Hayner gave the red cushion a little squeeze, and exhaled deeply, "It's not like we pants'd you in public or anything. We just dyed your hair. And it doesn't even look that bad."
"You finished?" Seifer stepped under the threshold leading into the kitchen and leaned against the adjacent wall, folding his arms after addressing his roommate sharply. One foot overlapped the other--using the wall to support his weight--as he continued to eye Hayner; nevermind the fact that he resembled some underwear model from a teen magazine.
He lifted a hand to annoyedly brush the corner of his lips with a thumb flick. "I could think of a few things that would 'wash off and seem like nothing happened', but damn if you'd like it." The wandering hand then nestled into his hip. "Your point's lame and doesn't work."
Hayner closed his eyes, opened his mouth to speak, and decided against it. He also decided to ignore Seifer's little commentary. The one about substances that would wash off. Hayner made a few well-informed guesses as to what those 'substances' were, and took in another breath. At least he wasn't being vulgar anymore. Now he was just being snarky.
"No. I'm not finished. You had it coming, you know. Barging into this place with that much attitude." The smaller teen rose, and tossed the pillow onto the sofa. Despite his efforts, guilt kept edging into his voice, "C'mon. How about we call it even and forget all about this?"
Seifer uprighted himself and took slow steps towards Hayner, stopping right in front of him and leaning in with a squint. "Believe me, if I knew anyone else in this shithole, I would have nothing to do with you."
"...What do you want me to say?"
The blond averted his gaze, the floor suddenly much more interesting than Seifer. Hayner's breath hitched in his throat and tangled his words. It was a wonder how someone could look so menacing with indigo hair. The silence was getting awfully heavy. And even so, just this once, Hayner was grateful for the silence; for his stubborn pride. It kept him from apologizing, kept him from embarrassing himself, "And I never wanted anything to do with you either. You came in here on your own."
The words came out softer than he intended, a little less threatening than he'd hoped for, and just a tad too warm for it to be completely true, "I'm not gonna apologize. With the way you were acting, you had it coming."
Seifer looked him up and down, slowly, before releasing a quiet exhale in the form of a snort. "I don't need your apology," he muttered between clenched teeth before walking around Hayner and plopping down in the couch. One elbow rested on top of the back cushioning, while a leg made its way onto the surface of the coffee table, and he settled his head back to stare 'down' at Hayner before looking up at nothing in particular.
Hayner collapsed into the couch besides him, and reached over Seifer's lap for his pillow. He wasn't sure why he held that thing everytime he sat on that damned couch, but he did. The whole situation was nothing short of frustrating. He felt like was the bad guy here. The big bad villain. And all he'd done was get a couple of friends together and give Seifer a new hair job.
Sighing, the blond sank back into the couch, brow furrowed in thought, "It doesn't look bad, Seifer. And it'll come out anyway."
Seifer let out a dragged out sigh before softly saying, "Shut up, Hayner. I know I'm still hot."
His foot swayed to and fro on the table as his eyes remained glued to the ceiling. He needed a drink. Or a lay. Though the latter was hardly a common occurrence. His mind began to wander: how could he get his hands on his darling Skyy? Were there any convenient holes to fuck? Hmm. That would make for good payback, wouldn't it?
The fair-haired boy didn't respond--merely rolled his eyes; there was nothing to say to that really. Hayner was far more relieved than annoyed though. Even if Seifer's response wasn't chalked full attitude like it usually was, at least Seifer was being somewhat snarky again. It was better than Seifer just being downright cold. Hayner would never admit it openly, at least not unless it was under death and torture, but Seifer's apathy was almost unnerving.
KNOCK.
Had one of the guys forgot something? Hayner took a quick sweep around the room with his eyes. Nothing seemed too out of place, save for Seifer's hair, and his lack of clothing, but those were other stories. At the second KNOCK, Hayner stumbled to his feet, a little disorientated, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
He pulled open the door, "What do y--" Hayner blinked, rather taken aback, "Kairi?"
Kairi smiled a quick giddy smile and sent Hayner a tiny wave. "Hey! I couldn't sleep, and remembered we still needed to catch-up on..." pause, "...things..." She found herself unable to coherently finish her statement after catching a glimpse of a figure in the apartment.
She then looked back at Hayner, noting his demeanor.
Glanced back at Seifer.
Back at Hayner.
Seifer...
Hayner...
...Whoa. WHOA.
Seifer opened one eye and peered over at the door, wondering who the hell would grace Hayner with their presence. Huh, she was kinda cute. And the look on her face... Oh. Ohhhhhh. Hmm...
He hopped up and calmly strode over next to Hayner, flashing his trademark grin and resting an elbow on the shorter boy's shoulder. "Well well well, didn't know you had good taste both ways, Hayner." Seifer winked at Kairi, adding a subtle sway to his lean which moved him closer to the other blond.
Wait.
...What? What?
Wide eyes flickered between Kairi and Seifer, struggling to put the pieces of the puzzle together. His mouth was parted, his expression dumbfounded. He glanced back at Kairi, confused. What was written over her face? Was it disbelief? Shock? No, under that. She wasn't suggesting that...Hayner opened his mouth to speack--and (in)conveniently found himself baffled, "N-no. Its, it's not what it looks like Kairi--I swear."
This was not a conversation he wanted to be having. He could feel the heat rise to cheeks--was he turning red? Well now, that made him look perfectly innocent. Great.
"I...I...Seifer....Seifer's half naked...b-because...he just took a shower. Its not like...we were...Kairi, what're you thinking?!"
"I obviously needed to take a shower to wash up, sweetheart," he mumbled in a sultry tone, still grinning at Kairi, who was busy turning her own shade of red. That and 'admiring' Seifer's fashion statement.
"I um..." she chuckled sheepishly, "I'll come back another time. Yea."
"Aw, don't you wanna join in on the fun? It was just getting started," he called after the backing away pile of blush and snicker.
"K-Kairi, n-no. Seifer's just being a jackass--its not what you---god, its not what you think!"
Hayner could distantly recall feeling sympathetic and guilty towards Seifer about the whole incident. (Amusement was in there too.) Those particular feelings had dissolved into something along the lines of rage, "Seifer--shut up. Stop giving Kairi the wrong idea you ass!"
The smaller blond stared blankly at Kairi, desperately trying to come up with words, words that made sense. He wasn't having much luck.
"I...I...come...in...Kairi? Please?"
Kairi then grinned hugely, still blushing profusely. "Just tell me about it later." She stood in one spot for a moment longer, trying her damndest not to break out into a giggle fit, then about-faced and walked away stiffly, cupping her hands over her mouth in the process.
Once she was out of sight, Seifer's grin faded instantly, along with his come-hither body language. He calmly moved away from Hayner but didn't walk off at first, waiting for a good glare to be shot in his direction.
"I--Kairi---w-wait. Goddamn it."
The blond watched as Kairi departed, shock numbing his body. He supposed it was the shock that subdued his rage--kept hm from turning and tearing Seifer apart with words. Hayner, in somewhat of a daze, shut the apartment door behind himself. That hadn't just happened. That hadn't just happened. If he said it enough...it was eventually bound to come true.
...That hadn't just happened.
Hayner rose, and made his way to the kitchen, not looking at Seifer, still beet red.
Seifer made a tiny, triumphant, clicking noise in the back of his throat before half-following Hayner, stopping at the threshold and blocking the way out by leaning against the wall once more, arms folded. He didn't say anything yet, didn't even smirk. Nothing to show the proud victory he just attained. He just watched, somewhat intrigued by the fact that Hayner hadn't made an attempt on his life yet.
"When I calm down," Hayner paused, and drew in a long, deep breath, "I'm going to kill you."
If he weren't livid, Hayner was sure he would have been proud of himself for having so much self-control. But that self-control was partially owed to fear. He was afraid if acted now, he really would kill Seifer. Eyes glued in front of him, Hayner pulled open the door of the fridge, his hand shaking a little as he reached for the grape juice. It concerned him a tad that he could see spots of red dancing before his eyes. Hayner wasn't so sure that that was a healthy thing...
"...I'm going to cut open your throat....and remove your insides." He grabbed one of the clean cups, and half-filled it with grape juice. Something cold, something cold to fight the blush.
This was so sweet that it gave Seifer cavities.
He finally decided to approach Hayner, still calm, still expressionless. Leaning in once again, only closer than before, he gradually cocked one eyebrow, following it with the tiniest, sexiest, most sinister smile. "Now we're even, squirt." Icing was added to the statement with a quick lip-puckering and smooching noise, then he backed off, raked back his ever-purple hair, and walked out of the kitchen and back to the couch.
Hayner forced himself to set the glass of juice on the kitchen counter before he ended up throwing it at Seifer. He inhaled deeply, and was rather surprised--a little alarmed as well--when his voice came out perfectly normal, "There's no way in hell that makes us even."
"...We dyed your hair purple. That was temporary--S-she---Kairi's going to think we slept together. What if she tells someone?" He had to sit down. He would call Kairi and (calmly) explain to her that what she had assumed had taken place, had never in fact, taken place. Hayner settled into the sofa besides Seifer, and just stared at his hands.
That had not just happened. Nope. Hadn't happened. If he repeated it enough times, it'd become true.
Seifer took a silent breath, returning to his cold demeanor. "It does make us even - you're thinking the same things I was." He idly buffed his nails on his chest. "Don't you think you're being unreasonable? It was just a joke." BAM. Hit the nail on the head.
For several moments, Hayner couldn't form a tangible response, "...Just a joke. Right."
It was either he concede to Seifer, or admit that he was wrong. And he wasn't sure which one would make him feel worse afterwards. Running a hand through his hair absent-mindedly, Hayner found himself taking deep, long breaths. And when he was sure he wasn't going to turn around and deck the older boy in the face, Hayner spoke.
His voice was low, quiet even, "Alright then. Fine. We're even. Which means you can't sulk anymore, got it?"
"Whatever, now get the fuck off my bed," he said with a little more flavor than his last statement. Seifer had fascinating ways of showing affection, whatever that meant. He sprawled out over the couch without waiting for Hayner to get up, stretching as much as possible before collapsing back into the cushions.
He didn't care for apologies, they never mattered. All that mattered was score-keeping. Hayner embarrassed him, he embarrassed Hayner; the ends justify the means.
He smacked his lips exhaustedly before his eyelids drooped shut, knowing full well there was still a dead-weight seated on the couch. What an interesting day. And his hair was still purple.
Rating; PG-13 (Minor language)
Characters; Seifer and Hayner
Summary; Seifer and Hayner have a late-night talk after everyone else leaves and Kairi pays a surprise visit.
Log;
To sum up Seifer's thoughts into one word, FUCK.
He stood motionless under the steamed water pouring out of the shower-head above, watching it disappear into the drain in all its purple-tinted glory. He wasn't quite sure how this happened, how he let this happen. One minute, he was minding his own, next thing he knew, there was a blur of confusion involving liquids and colors, followed by several pitches and tones of laughter.
At least he wasn't wearing his jacket at the time.
Seifer continued to curse inwardly as the stream of dyed water refused to cease. His hair was purple. Purple. His hair was purple.
Upon realizing the color would not fade out, he growled and turned the water off, reaching for a towel and drying himself off. Which, of course, had a hint of purple on it afterwards. He closed his eyes to get his thoughts together, becoming motionless once more and taking in the steamy silence surrounding him. Part of him wanted to make Hayner pay viciously. The other part, the part seeming to dominate him at the time, wanted to completely disconnect. Fuck everyone. Whatever.
With that, he wrapped the towel around his hips and walked out of the bathroom, purple hair and all.
As usual, Hayner was seated on the sofa with his legs crossed comfortably underneath him and a bright red pillow tucked snugly under his chin. Except today, he wasn't wearing his trademark grin or his usual insulted pout. The lines in his face were a little older, a little more mature than they usually were. Where there should have been a smile, in its place was a stiff, uncomfortable frown.
He had expected tonight to be fun. Really fun. After all, he was paying Seifer back for all of those sleazy comments and inappropriate insults. And it had been fun, except something kept bothering him. He had laughed with everyone else, taken his fair share in the enjoyment. Except, everyone had left now (Hayner had opted to stay) and Hayner was alone again. For the most part at least; Seifer was still here. Now, he didn't feel like laughing so much. It wasn't that he was afraid. No, it was the look on Seifer's face--the way he looked at him. It made him want to apologize, made him feel guilty.
What did he have to be guilty for? It was fair game. Seifer had been a jerk from the start. Still, Hayner felt guilty.
He looked up when the click of the bathroom door was heard, and Seifer walked out. Hayner cracked a smile, and tried for a joke, "Purple looks good on you."
Seifer halted, eyed Hayner wordlessly, then quietly walked into the single bedroom. He didn't bother shutting the door as he flung the towel off him to throw something on. And since he was waiting on everything to dry, that meant boxers. Meaning he was stuck in there. Unless he didn't mind wandering the streets half-naked.
The inward cursing was still at it - every harsh word in the English language whirling through his head. He wanted to punch something. Someone. He wanted to drink till he passed out. He wanted to begin plotting retaliation.
But it just wasn't the same without the others.
Seifer didn't like it one bit that the tables had turned. That he was the butt of the joke, that he wasn't the laughing side, that there was nothing he could do other than take it until given enough room to walk into the shower. He thought about re-evaluating his ways, but quickly shoved the notion aside - his hair matching the yard back at home didn't mean he had to become a saint.
Damn. He needed a drink.
He had expected bitching, whining of some sort. Even a splash of violence, which he was well-prepared to handle. Except, he hadn't expected silence. Not from Seifer. The lithe blond sat there on the couch, half-expecting Seifer to turn around and pin him against its cushions. He didn't though, and that was unsettling. Hayner shifted on the couch uncomfortably, it made him feel bad.
"Seifer, you're being unreasonable. It was a joke." He tried to keep his voice terse, impassive, except remorse edged into it. Made it sound meek and timid when it should have been indifferent.
"Piss off, Hayner, you had your laugh," he called out from the other room in a flat tone. Just a joke. Jokes were verbal. Jokes were laughing at mishaps caused by the targets themselves. As much of an asshole as Seifer was, he was too high-and-mighty for pranks. You don't trip people, you just watch them trip themselves. That was his policy.
And Hayner more than crossed it.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and got off the bed with a grunt, walking back out of the room and into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, stared, then remembered that this wasn't his place - no beer or liquor. Old habits die hard, as is said.
Did Seifer just call him by name?
Hayner took in a long, shuddering breath and ducked his head a little, his eyes cast downward. He hadn't thought the other would've been so offended by it. Its not like they did anything terrible. Just a little prank to knock Seifer down a few notches.
"...It was a joke, Seifer. Why can't you just forget about it? The dye'll wash off in a few days and then it'll be like it never happened." Hayner gave the red cushion a little squeeze, and exhaled deeply, "It's not like we pants'd you in public or anything. We just dyed your hair. And it doesn't even look that bad."
"You finished?" Seifer stepped under the threshold leading into the kitchen and leaned against the adjacent wall, folding his arms after addressing his roommate sharply. One foot overlapped the other--using the wall to support his weight--as he continued to eye Hayner; nevermind the fact that he resembled some underwear model from a teen magazine.
He lifted a hand to annoyedly brush the corner of his lips with a thumb flick. "I could think of a few things that would 'wash off and seem like nothing happened', but damn if you'd like it." The wandering hand then nestled into his hip. "Your point's lame and doesn't work."
Hayner closed his eyes, opened his mouth to speak, and decided against it. He also decided to ignore Seifer's little commentary. The one about substances that would wash off. Hayner made a few well-informed guesses as to what those 'substances' were, and took in another breath. At least he wasn't being vulgar anymore. Now he was just being snarky.
"No. I'm not finished. You had it coming, you know. Barging into this place with that much attitude." The smaller teen rose, and tossed the pillow onto the sofa. Despite his efforts, guilt kept edging into his voice, "C'mon. How about we call it even and forget all about this?"
Seifer uprighted himself and took slow steps towards Hayner, stopping right in front of him and leaning in with a squint. "Believe me, if I knew anyone else in this shithole, I would have nothing to do with you."
"...What do you want me to say?"
The blond averted his gaze, the floor suddenly much more interesting than Seifer. Hayner's breath hitched in his throat and tangled his words. It was a wonder how someone could look so menacing with indigo hair. The silence was getting awfully heavy. And even so, just this once, Hayner was grateful for the silence; for his stubborn pride. It kept him from apologizing, kept him from embarrassing himself, "And I never wanted anything to do with you either. You came in here on your own."
The words came out softer than he intended, a little less threatening than he'd hoped for, and just a tad too warm for it to be completely true, "I'm not gonna apologize. With the way you were acting, you had it coming."
Seifer looked him up and down, slowly, before releasing a quiet exhale in the form of a snort. "I don't need your apology," he muttered between clenched teeth before walking around Hayner and plopping down in the couch. One elbow rested on top of the back cushioning, while a leg made its way onto the surface of the coffee table, and he settled his head back to stare 'down' at Hayner before looking up at nothing in particular.
Hayner collapsed into the couch besides him, and reached over Seifer's lap for his pillow. He wasn't sure why he held that thing everytime he sat on that damned couch, but he did. The whole situation was nothing short of frustrating. He felt like was the bad guy here. The big bad villain. And all he'd done was get a couple of friends together and give Seifer a new hair job.
Sighing, the blond sank back into the couch, brow furrowed in thought, "It doesn't look bad, Seifer. And it'll come out anyway."
Seifer let out a dragged out sigh before softly saying, "Shut up, Hayner. I know I'm still hot."
His foot swayed to and fro on the table as his eyes remained glued to the ceiling. He needed a drink. Or a lay. Though the latter was hardly a common occurrence. His mind began to wander: how could he get his hands on his darling Skyy? Were there any convenient holes to fuck? Hmm. That would make for good payback, wouldn't it?
The fair-haired boy didn't respond--merely rolled his eyes; there was nothing to say to that really. Hayner was far more relieved than annoyed though. Even if Seifer's response wasn't chalked full attitude like it usually was, at least Seifer was being somewhat snarky again. It was better than Seifer just being downright cold. Hayner would never admit it openly, at least not unless it was under death and torture, but Seifer's apathy was almost unnerving.
KNOCK.
Had one of the guys forgot something? Hayner took a quick sweep around the room with his eyes. Nothing seemed too out of place, save for Seifer's hair, and his lack of clothing, but those were other stories. At the second KNOCK, Hayner stumbled to his feet, a little disorientated, "I'm coming, I'm coming."
He pulled open the door, "What do y--" Hayner blinked, rather taken aback, "Kairi?"
Kairi smiled a quick giddy smile and sent Hayner a tiny wave. "Hey! I couldn't sleep, and remembered we still needed to catch-up on..." pause, "...things..." She found herself unable to coherently finish her statement after catching a glimpse of a figure in the apartment.
She then looked back at Hayner, noting his demeanor.
Glanced back at Seifer.
Back at Hayner.
Seifer...
Hayner...
...Whoa. WHOA.
Seifer opened one eye and peered over at the door, wondering who the hell would grace Hayner with their presence. Huh, she was kinda cute. And the look on her face... Oh. Ohhhhhh. Hmm...
He hopped up and calmly strode over next to Hayner, flashing his trademark grin and resting an elbow on the shorter boy's shoulder. "Well well well, didn't know you had good taste both ways, Hayner." Seifer winked at Kairi, adding a subtle sway to his lean which moved him closer to the other blond.
Wait.
...What? What?
Wide eyes flickered between Kairi and Seifer, struggling to put the pieces of the puzzle together. His mouth was parted, his expression dumbfounded. He glanced back at Kairi, confused. What was written over her face? Was it disbelief? Shock? No, under that. She wasn't suggesting that...Hayner opened his mouth to speack--and (in)conveniently found himself baffled, "N-no. Its, it's not what it looks like Kairi--I swear."
This was not a conversation he wanted to be having. He could feel the heat rise to cheeks--was he turning red? Well now, that made him look perfectly innocent. Great.
"I...I...Seifer....Seifer's half naked...b-because...he just took a shower. Its not like...we were...Kairi, what're you thinking?!"
"I obviously needed to take a shower to wash up, sweetheart," he mumbled in a sultry tone, still grinning at Kairi, who was busy turning her own shade of red. That and 'admiring' Seifer's fashion statement.
"I um..." she chuckled sheepishly, "I'll come back another time. Yea."
"Aw, don't you wanna join in on the fun? It was just getting started," he called after the backing away pile of blush and snicker.
"K-Kairi, n-no. Seifer's just being a jackass--its not what you---god, its not what you think!"
Hayner could distantly recall feeling sympathetic and guilty towards Seifer about the whole incident. (Amusement was in there too.) Those particular feelings had dissolved into something along the lines of rage, "Seifer--shut up. Stop giving Kairi the wrong idea you ass!"
The smaller blond stared blankly at Kairi, desperately trying to come up with words, words that made sense. He wasn't having much luck.
"I...I...come...in...Kairi? Please?"
Kairi then grinned hugely, still blushing profusely. "Just tell me about it later." She stood in one spot for a moment longer, trying her damndest not to break out into a giggle fit, then about-faced and walked away stiffly, cupping her hands over her mouth in the process.
Once she was out of sight, Seifer's grin faded instantly, along with his come-hither body language. He calmly moved away from Hayner but didn't walk off at first, waiting for a good glare to be shot in his direction.
"I--Kairi---w-wait. Goddamn it."
The blond watched as Kairi departed, shock numbing his body. He supposed it was the shock that subdued his rage--kept hm from turning and tearing Seifer apart with words. Hayner, in somewhat of a daze, shut the apartment door behind himself. That hadn't just happened. That hadn't just happened. If he said it enough...it was eventually bound to come true.
...That hadn't just happened.
Hayner rose, and made his way to the kitchen, not looking at Seifer, still beet red.
Seifer made a tiny, triumphant, clicking noise in the back of his throat before half-following Hayner, stopping at the threshold and blocking the way out by leaning against the wall once more, arms folded. He didn't say anything yet, didn't even smirk. Nothing to show the proud victory he just attained. He just watched, somewhat intrigued by the fact that Hayner hadn't made an attempt on his life yet.
"When I calm down," Hayner paused, and drew in a long, deep breath, "I'm going to kill you."
If he weren't livid, Hayner was sure he would have been proud of himself for having so much self-control. But that self-control was partially owed to fear. He was afraid if acted now, he really would kill Seifer. Eyes glued in front of him, Hayner pulled open the door of the fridge, his hand shaking a little as he reached for the grape juice. It concerned him a tad that he could see spots of red dancing before his eyes. Hayner wasn't so sure that that was a healthy thing...
"...I'm going to cut open your throat....and remove your insides." He grabbed one of the clean cups, and half-filled it with grape juice. Something cold, something cold to fight the blush.
This was so sweet that it gave Seifer cavities.
He finally decided to approach Hayner, still calm, still expressionless. Leaning in once again, only closer than before, he gradually cocked one eyebrow, following it with the tiniest, sexiest, most sinister smile. "Now we're even, squirt." Icing was added to the statement with a quick lip-puckering and smooching noise, then he backed off, raked back his ever-purple hair, and walked out of the kitchen and back to the couch.
Hayner forced himself to set the glass of juice on the kitchen counter before he ended up throwing it at Seifer. He inhaled deeply, and was rather surprised--a little alarmed as well--when his voice came out perfectly normal, "There's no way in hell that makes us even."
"...We dyed your hair purple. That was temporary--S-she---Kairi's going to think we slept together. What if she tells someone?" He had to sit down. He would call Kairi and (calmly) explain to her that what she had assumed had taken place, had never in fact, taken place. Hayner settled into the sofa besides Seifer, and just stared at his hands.
That had not just happened. Nope. Hadn't happened. If he repeated it enough times, it'd become true.
Seifer took a silent breath, returning to his cold demeanor. "It does make us even - you're thinking the same things I was." He idly buffed his nails on his chest. "Don't you think you're being unreasonable? It was just a joke." BAM. Hit the nail on the head.
For several moments, Hayner couldn't form a tangible response, "...Just a joke. Right."
It was either he concede to Seifer, or admit that he was wrong. And he wasn't sure which one would make him feel worse afterwards. Running a hand through his hair absent-mindedly, Hayner found himself taking deep, long breaths. And when he was sure he wasn't going to turn around and deck the older boy in the face, Hayner spoke.
His voice was low, quiet even, "Alright then. Fine. We're even. Which means you can't sulk anymore, got it?"
"Whatever, now get the fuck off my bed," he said with a little more flavor than his last statement. Seifer had fascinating ways of showing affection, whatever that meant. He sprawled out over the couch without waiting for Hayner to get up, stretching as much as possible before collapsing back into the cushions.
He didn't care for apologies, they never mattered. All that mattered was score-keeping. Hayner embarrassed him, he embarrassed Hayner; the ends justify the means.
He smacked his lips exhaustedly before his eyelids drooped shut, knowing full well there was still a dead-weight seated on the couch. What an interesting day. And his hair was still purple.
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You left an sn in. :3
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