Occupational Hazard part 1
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It's been like a year since I wrote a SeiferxSquall fic ~__~ I've finally started one and I have the end of it actually figured out this time ^^; So uh, enjoy part one ^^;
Title: Occupational Hazard
Rating: PG-13/R
Mood: drama? Angst and fluff
Warnings: m/m, shounen-ai/yaoi, language, multi-part
Fandom: FF8
Couple: Seifer/Squall
Status: Incomplete as of yet :D
Disclaimer: I've got an imagination. Don't sue me.
Part 1
It had been a long day, a VERY long day. A tall, young blonde man sighed as he walked down the busy, brightly lit city streets of nighttime Esthar. Out of habit, he checked his watch as he walked home and made a sour face, his green eyes winkling in distaste. He had hoped he would get home in time to eat dinner at a normal pace. At the rate his meetings were going at, he'd been scarfing down his dinner at night before plopping into bed and promptly falling asleep. He had a feeling this would go on for quite a while, and this did NOT appeal to him.
As he strolled down the street, a young lady came out of a closing shop to his right. Her eyes looked him up and down, clearly pleased with what she saw. The young man politely nodded to her and smiled, not bothering to chat since all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. Oh, yes, sleep was far more inviting than a girl at that moment. Then, for a small instant, he felt pathetic for thinking that.
"I really should get a car... or a bike..." he murmured to himself as he stopped to shove one gil into a soda machine for some water. These chance encounters with cute girls would end if he had some mode of transportation. He had downed half of the bottle when he stopped, feeling something wet on the back of his other hand. The blonde looked down and blinked at a dog that was sniffing at his briefcase.
"Angelo?" he asked as he reached down to pet the mongrel. His hand pulled the collar out of the dog's hair to reveal it was indeed Angelo. "Hey." He smiled and crouched down to pet the dog some more before the dog's head turned and he barked, running away. "Come back!" the blonde yelled as he suddenly chased after the dog. He followed Angelo around the corner where he abruptly skidded to a stop and hid back behind the wall of the corner, peeking around quietly.
General's daughter turned popstar Rinoa Heartilly was laughing at a young man sitting on a bench holding a guitar. He watched quietly as the guitarist began to laugh as well. It looked like he'd been relaxing and playing when she'd come along, or that maybe they'd met there. The blonde wasn't able to assess the situation any further before Rinoa waved and turned around, walking to the curb where a limo waited and slipped in, the dog following her. The blonde leaned on the wall staring after her limo for a moment wondering why the almighty pop star was talking to random street musician.
He turned to the man on the bench and found that the young man was staring at him quite intently. The blonde blinked a few times before looking harder, beyond the messy blue streaked brown hair and sunglasses, but was interrupted when the brunette spoke.
"Seifer?"
Seifer smiled. He couldn't forget that voice.
"Squall." The blonde sighed relieved and closed the distance between them, sitting down as Squall set the guitar on the ground, leaning it against his leg. "What in the world brings you to Esthar?" he asked as they shook hands, lingering together for a moment before letting go.
The brunette sighed and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Negotiations." He offered a cigarette to the blonde, who put a hand up to turn them down as the other man lit up. "We might be opening for Rinoa's tour in a few months."
Seifer smacked his forehead. "Aw, Squall, I'm sorry I keep forgetting to email. I do remember Selphie telling me something about managing the band with you. I read that you guys are doing well."
Squall waved his hand as he blew smoke from his lips. "No worries. I can't even get a hold of my father nowadays. When was it you started working for him?"
"About... four months ago," Seifer replied as he leaned back against the bench and set his briefcase on his lap. "You know, for as hotheaded as I am, I've been surprisingly patient lately."
"I'll attribute it to late maturity." The guitarist smirked.
Seifer laughed. "I guess so." He drummed his fingers atop his briefcase. "So, you in town for long?"
"I've been in town for two months."
The blonde stared. How could he have missed that? "Really?"
"I'm just stuck living with everyone else so I'm usually with them." Squall tossed the butt of his cigarette away.
Seifer chuckled. "That doesn't surprise me. Still as antisocial as ever?"
"Hyne, if I can ever get away from those nuts." Squall shook his head. "And they hide my cigarettes!" He shook the pack at Seifer.
Laughter sprang from Seifer's throat. "That doesn't surprise me." He grinned. "But aren't you a singer? That's bad for your voice."
He turned to give Seifer a deadpan look. "If you lived with them, you'd smoke too."
"I suppose you do have a point," the blonde murmured before snorting. "They all do seem sort of... prying."
Squall sighed. "Today I was roaming around, looking at places to live." He shook his head. "Should I want to live without my band?"
Seifer smiled. "I'm sure you guys are okay most of the time, right?"
"Yeah. They just pry a bit too much for me to live with."
"Well, if you're that desperate, you can live with me." The blonde leaned his head back and stared up at the night sky.
The brunette snorted. "Yeah right. Just because we're getting along right now doesn't mean we won't be at one another's throats in a month."
"Chill Leonhart. I'm not that immature anymore." Seifer grinned. "I'm just... slightly less so."
"I'm shaking," Squall muttered blandly.
"Define 'at each other's throats.'" The blonde glanced over noting the glare he received and murmured, "Nevermind."
Seifer stared up at the sky for a few more minutes as Squall lit up another cigarette and let Squall finish it off before he spoke to the singer.
"I know you're a star and all that other shit, but the offer still stands," he said openly. "There's plenty of space where I'm living."
Squall flicked the butt of his second cigarette away, pondering the issue. "Well, I'm sure it won't hurt to go and take a look. How far is it?" he asked as he slipped his guitar into the case next to him.
The blonde stood and stretched as he thought. "Um... I think about half a mile..."
"Do you always walk home?" Squall made another face at the blonde.
Seifer smiled. "I kept thinking to myself that I need a car, but then I say, it's more healthy to walk."
"Get a bike," Squall said as he collected his things and stood. "They're much more fun."
"I'll take that under consideration."
"Lead the way, cubicle boy," the singer quipped as he looked at Seifer's clothing.
Seifer looked down at himself and realized that he'd become so accustomed to wearing suits that he never really noticed them anymore. A chuckle of embarrassment escaped his lips as he looked the singer up and down. Squall was covered head to toe in leather, as he always had, the only difference it seemed was the style of his clothing. The black and blue streaks in his hair, as well as the black eyeliner gracing his eyelids made Seifer feel sort of odd, like he had changed a lot. Squall, it seemed, had become more open and happy with his life, while Seifer had become more refined and sophisticated. It was something he'd never expected to or realized he'd become until that moment.
The brunette tilted his head, a worried expression on his face. "What's the matter?"
The blonde chuckled nervously, realizing how long he'd known Squall for. "I just realized how very different I look." He shook his head when the brunette frowned a little confused. "Nevermind, we can talk about it later. This way," he said as he turned and started off toward his house.
Seifer felt a slight uneasiness sink into his mind as he walked. He wondered if Squall liked the way he'd changed. The blonde had left the garden after he finally graduated the next year and quit to go to college, instead of staying. Through many unlikely turns of events as well as classes, Seifer found himself an advisor to the President of Esthar, the youngest to date. And that was only after four years. Many people thought he couldn't do it because of his past, but he proved those assholes wrong, and President Loire had been behind him all the way. He might be a silly man sometimes, but he was smart and forgiving too.
"What do you think of my father?" Squall asked suddenly. The blonde blinked in surprise. It was like the guy was psychic or something.
"Squall, I think your father is a good man, and he talks about you proudly on a regular basis. I hear a lot about you after he's talked to you." Out of the blue, Seifer chuckled. "It makes me wonder sometimes if our souls were switched at birth."
"I never saw you as much for politics, Seifer, but when I do talk to my father, he talks a lot about you, too."
Seifer smiled. "You dad... he treats me like a son." He glanced back. "It makes me feel like I'm finally somebody, and not just some orphaned kid who screwed everything up."
"Now you're the President's Knight instead of a Sorceress's," Squall mocked as he switched the guitar to his other hand.
"Don't remind me. I hate it when the politicians call me that," Seifer grumbled as he loosened his tie.
"I'll call you Seifer, if that's alright with you."
"Suits me fine, Squall." The blonde glanced back with a smile before turning the corner onto the street where he lived. "So, heard about that breakup with Rinoa, but you guys seem to be friends."
Squall sighed. "She was cheating on me."
"Not surprising." Seifer checked his watch. He heavily considered calling in sick tomorrow. "Why is that?"
"Probably because I wouldn't give her anything."
Seifer stopped at the door of the fence in front of his house. "Why?" he asked confused.
Squall looked away. "I already suspected."
The blonde snorted. "Was she too woman for you?"
Squall glared. "You know, maybe I can find my own place..."
Seifer grabbed the guitarist's arm as he turned. "I'm sorry. It's just... I wanted to know, that's all."
The brunette sighed and turned back to him. "Apology accepted."
"You leave yourself wide open though, you always did." Seifer opened the door on the fence, leading the brunette up to his house.
"Always with the teasing." The brunette sighed. "This your place?"
"My little slice of home." Seifer unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Stars first," he said cheekily and gestured as Squall passed him with an amused smile and stepped across the threshold of his first and only home.
~*~*~
Title: Occupational Hazard
Rating: PG-13/R
Mood: drama? Angst and fluff
Warnings: m/m, shounen-ai/yaoi, language, multi-part
Fandom: FF8
Couple: Seifer/Squall
Status: Incomplete as of yet :D
Disclaimer: I've got an imagination. Don't sue me.
Part 1
It had been a long day, a VERY long day. A tall, young blonde man sighed as he walked down the busy, brightly lit city streets of nighttime Esthar. Out of habit, he checked his watch as he walked home and made a sour face, his green eyes winkling in distaste. He had hoped he would get home in time to eat dinner at a normal pace. At the rate his meetings were going at, he'd been scarfing down his dinner at night before plopping into bed and promptly falling asleep. He had a feeling this would go on for quite a while, and this did NOT appeal to him.
As he strolled down the street, a young lady came out of a closing shop to his right. Her eyes looked him up and down, clearly pleased with what she saw. The young man politely nodded to her and smiled, not bothering to chat since all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. Oh, yes, sleep was far more inviting than a girl at that moment. Then, for a small instant, he felt pathetic for thinking that.
"I really should get a car... or a bike..." he murmured to himself as he stopped to shove one gil into a soda machine for some water. These chance encounters with cute girls would end if he had some mode of transportation. He had downed half of the bottle when he stopped, feeling something wet on the back of his other hand. The blonde looked down and blinked at a dog that was sniffing at his briefcase.
"Angelo?" he asked as he reached down to pet the mongrel. His hand pulled the collar out of the dog's hair to reveal it was indeed Angelo. "Hey." He smiled and crouched down to pet the dog some more before the dog's head turned and he barked, running away. "Come back!" the blonde yelled as he suddenly chased after the dog. He followed Angelo around the corner where he abruptly skidded to a stop and hid back behind the wall of the corner, peeking around quietly.
General's daughter turned popstar Rinoa Heartilly was laughing at a young man sitting on a bench holding a guitar. He watched quietly as the guitarist began to laugh as well. It looked like he'd been relaxing and playing when she'd come along, or that maybe they'd met there. The blonde wasn't able to assess the situation any further before Rinoa waved and turned around, walking to the curb where a limo waited and slipped in, the dog following her. The blonde leaned on the wall staring after her limo for a moment wondering why the almighty pop star was talking to random street musician.
He turned to the man on the bench and found that the young man was staring at him quite intently. The blonde blinked a few times before looking harder, beyond the messy blue streaked brown hair and sunglasses, but was interrupted when the brunette spoke.
"Seifer?"
Seifer smiled. He couldn't forget that voice.
"Squall." The blonde sighed relieved and closed the distance between them, sitting down as Squall set the guitar on the ground, leaning it against his leg. "What in the world brings you to Esthar?" he asked as they shook hands, lingering together for a moment before letting go.
The brunette sighed and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Negotiations." He offered a cigarette to the blonde, who put a hand up to turn them down as the other man lit up. "We might be opening for Rinoa's tour in a few months."
Seifer smacked his forehead. "Aw, Squall, I'm sorry I keep forgetting to email. I do remember Selphie telling me something about managing the band with you. I read that you guys are doing well."
Squall waved his hand as he blew smoke from his lips. "No worries. I can't even get a hold of my father nowadays. When was it you started working for him?"
"About... four months ago," Seifer replied as he leaned back against the bench and set his briefcase on his lap. "You know, for as hotheaded as I am, I've been surprisingly patient lately."
"I'll attribute it to late maturity." The guitarist smirked.
Seifer laughed. "I guess so." He drummed his fingers atop his briefcase. "So, you in town for long?"
"I've been in town for two months."
The blonde stared. How could he have missed that? "Really?"
"I'm just stuck living with everyone else so I'm usually with them." Squall tossed the butt of his cigarette away.
Seifer chuckled. "That doesn't surprise me. Still as antisocial as ever?"
"Hyne, if I can ever get away from those nuts." Squall shook his head. "And they hide my cigarettes!" He shook the pack at Seifer.
Laughter sprang from Seifer's throat. "That doesn't surprise me." He grinned. "But aren't you a singer? That's bad for your voice."
He turned to give Seifer a deadpan look. "If you lived with them, you'd smoke too."
"I suppose you do have a point," the blonde murmured before snorting. "They all do seem sort of... prying."
Squall sighed. "Today I was roaming around, looking at places to live." He shook his head. "Should I want to live without my band?"
Seifer smiled. "I'm sure you guys are okay most of the time, right?"
"Yeah. They just pry a bit too much for me to live with."
"Well, if you're that desperate, you can live with me." The blonde leaned his head back and stared up at the night sky.
The brunette snorted. "Yeah right. Just because we're getting along right now doesn't mean we won't be at one another's throats in a month."
"Chill Leonhart. I'm not that immature anymore." Seifer grinned. "I'm just... slightly less so."
"I'm shaking," Squall muttered blandly.
"Define 'at each other's throats.'" The blonde glanced over noting the glare he received and murmured, "Nevermind."
Seifer stared up at the sky for a few more minutes as Squall lit up another cigarette and let Squall finish it off before he spoke to the singer.
"I know you're a star and all that other shit, but the offer still stands," he said openly. "There's plenty of space where I'm living."
Squall flicked the butt of his second cigarette away, pondering the issue. "Well, I'm sure it won't hurt to go and take a look. How far is it?" he asked as he slipped his guitar into the case next to him.
The blonde stood and stretched as he thought. "Um... I think about half a mile..."
"Do you always walk home?" Squall made another face at the blonde.
Seifer smiled. "I kept thinking to myself that I need a car, but then I say, it's more healthy to walk."
"Get a bike," Squall said as he collected his things and stood. "They're much more fun."
"I'll take that under consideration."
"Lead the way, cubicle boy," the singer quipped as he looked at Seifer's clothing.
Seifer looked down at himself and realized that he'd become so accustomed to wearing suits that he never really noticed them anymore. A chuckle of embarrassment escaped his lips as he looked the singer up and down. Squall was covered head to toe in leather, as he always had, the only difference it seemed was the style of his clothing. The black and blue streaks in his hair, as well as the black eyeliner gracing his eyelids made Seifer feel sort of odd, like he had changed a lot. Squall, it seemed, had become more open and happy with his life, while Seifer had become more refined and sophisticated. It was something he'd never expected to or realized he'd become until that moment.
The brunette tilted his head, a worried expression on his face. "What's the matter?"
The blonde chuckled nervously, realizing how long he'd known Squall for. "I just realized how very different I look." He shook his head when the brunette frowned a little confused. "Nevermind, we can talk about it later. This way," he said as he turned and started off toward his house.
Seifer felt a slight uneasiness sink into his mind as he walked. He wondered if Squall liked the way he'd changed. The blonde had left the garden after he finally graduated the next year and quit to go to college, instead of staying. Through many unlikely turns of events as well as classes, Seifer found himself an advisor to the President of Esthar, the youngest to date. And that was only after four years. Many people thought he couldn't do it because of his past, but he proved those assholes wrong, and President Loire had been behind him all the way. He might be a silly man sometimes, but he was smart and forgiving too.
"What do you think of my father?" Squall asked suddenly. The blonde blinked in surprise. It was like the guy was psychic or something.
"Squall, I think your father is a good man, and he talks about you proudly on a regular basis. I hear a lot about you after he's talked to you." Out of the blue, Seifer chuckled. "It makes me wonder sometimes if our souls were switched at birth."
"I never saw you as much for politics, Seifer, but when I do talk to my father, he talks a lot about you, too."
Seifer smiled. "You dad... he treats me like a son." He glanced back. "It makes me feel like I'm finally somebody, and not just some orphaned kid who screwed everything up."
"Now you're the President's Knight instead of a Sorceress's," Squall mocked as he switched the guitar to his other hand.
"Don't remind me. I hate it when the politicians call me that," Seifer grumbled as he loosened his tie.
"I'll call you Seifer, if that's alright with you."
"Suits me fine, Squall." The blonde glanced back with a smile before turning the corner onto the street where he lived. "So, heard about that breakup with Rinoa, but you guys seem to be friends."
Squall sighed. "She was cheating on me."
"Not surprising." Seifer checked his watch. He heavily considered calling in sick tomorrow. "Why is that?"
"Probably because I wouldn't give her anything."
Seifer stopped at the door of the fence in front of his house. "Why?" he asked confused.
Squall looked away. "I already suspected."
The blonde snorted. "Was she too woman for you?"
Squall glared. "You know, maybe I can find my own place..."
Seifer grabbed the guitarist's arm as he turned. "I'm sorry. It's just... I wanted to know, that's all."
The brunette sighed and turned back to him. "Apology accepted."
"You leave yourself wide open though, you always did." Seifer opened the door on the fence, leading the brunette up to his house.
"Always with the teasing." The brunette sighed. "This your place?"
"My little slice of home." Seifer unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Stars first," he said cheekily and gestured as Squall passed him with an amused smile and stepped across the threshold of his first and only home.
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