Save Me

Save Me



He knew his boyfriend was pissed the moment they walked into Devon's room. Devon whirled around to face him, eyes cold. He knew very well what was to come, but he didn't protest. Devon had quite the temper, so he figured it was best to remain quiet. He knew he was in for it as soon as they walked out of the cafeteria and went to his room. Seifer swallowed thickly. He could even see the red flash through Devon's eyes. Believe it or not, but Devon was quite scary when he looked like that. His looks had an impact on Seifer, and he knew it, too.

Seifer eyed him for a few more moments, waiting for whatever he was going to do. He knew it wouldn't be long before he finally did something.

"Seifer," came Devon's voice, soft, dangerous.

Seifer didn't react to his tone at all, knowing it would sound like that. Hell, he was use to it all when it came to Devon; he didn't fight it, and he didn't know why. He knew this would happen, yet he did nothing to stop it, and he went against his boyfriend's words. He stared at him with his green eyes, just waiting. He saw Devon's eyes narrow.

"What have I told you about talking to him?" was his question, causing the tall blond to be startled out of his inner thoughts. Devon was using the kind of voice reserved for when he was really pissed.

"Devon," Seifer tried. "Look, I'm sorry-"

"Shut up," Devon hissed, fury in the depths of his cold eyes. He growled at Seifer. "How many times do I have to tell you, Seifer? Huh? Do not talk to him."

Seifer didn't know what to say to that, so he just kept quiet.

"What am I going to have to do to you to get you to listen to me?" Devon approached Seifer slowly.

Seifer instinctively backed away from him, knowing what was about to come. "Devon-"

"You know I hate him," he said out loud, but Seifer already figured that much. "I don't want you to have anything to do with him."

"But, he's my friend," Seifer argued, which he knew was a mistake the moment he did it.

His eyes flashed again, and he growled. "Shut up. You will do as I say, Seifer." He walked up to Seifer, an eery smiled took over his face. "I think you need to be taught a lesson about not listening to me, don't you?"

"No," Seifer quickly said, but Devon wasn't listening to him.

"I think you do," he said, the same smile in place. "Maybe it's what you need." He grabbed Seifer's arm and yanked it hard. Seifer cried out, but didn't say anything. Devon smirked when he heard it and began pulling harder on the appendage. Seifer had a few tears running down his cheeks, which made Devon's smirk bigger. Then, as he was pulling his amr, he twisted it at a very odd angle, causing Seifer to cry out more.

"Devon," Seifer voiced, though it was laced with pain. "Stop it."

"I don't think so. I think this is called for." Devon twisted more. Really, this was just to teach him what would happen if he didn't listen to him. If Seifer would have stayed away from pretty-boy, none of this would have happened. He had to do this. He wasn't thinking about what he was doing, really, he was just filled with rage and jealousy right now.

Seifer tried pulling his arm free, but found Devon had a very tight grip on it, which made it hard to do. Devon was very strong. He was Seifer's height; the same build as Seifer, so it was hard. When Devon was mad, Seifer noted, he was stronger then. Seifer felt his arm being bent more, and he didn't know what do. Devon was working on breaking his arm.

"Devon," Seifer gasped out, still trying to pull free.

Devon smirked, and with a final twist, Seifer's shoulder snapped, causing him to cry out loud. Devon let him go, seeing he did his job. Seifer had tears coming from his eyes, but Devon showed no emotion on his face.

Seifer knew he'd have to go to Dr. Kadowki, which he was not looking forward to. He didn't want to be questioned on how this happened.

"Come on, let's get you looked at."

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"Seifer, dear, what happened?" Dr. K asked as she approached him on the bed. Devon had walked out to go somewhere and said he'd come back by later.

Seifer winced when she checked his broken shoulder. "Nothing."

She gave him a look and shook her head. "Seifer, this don't just happen."

He sighed. There was no way he was going to tell her what really happened to him. "I-I fell." He knew that was a lame excuse, but it was the best he could think of at the moment, and he hoped Dr. Kadowaki would by it; he didn't wanna talk about it.

"You fell?" she echoed, not quite believing him. She knew he was a stubborn boy, and could barley get anything out of him. "Are you sure that's all? Because it looked like more than that."

Seifer nodded. "Yeah. Look, can you just fix me up so I can go?" He hated it in there and he wanted to get out as soon as he could. He would no tell her anything of what happened to him.

She sighed; this was so typical of Seifer. He would never tell her what happened to him, and she knew it. Well, this wouldn't be the first time he'd been in there to see her. And each time he would never tell her. She was starting to worry about this. She decided to just focus on fixing his shoulder at the moment, as that was what needed her attention.

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"Hey, Squall?"

Squall looked up as Zell came over to him in the halls. "What?" He noticed the look on his friend's face and was concerned.

"It's Seifer."

Squall was instantly on alert then, eyes shot open wide. "What? What about Seifer?"

"He's in the infirmary."

"What!" Squall was more worried now. How the hell did Seifer end up there? He was fine earlier today, so he was concerned about what had happened. How can Seifer go from being fine one moment to being in the infirmary? It just didn't make any sense to him. "Why?" he asked.

"I don't know man. I just saw Devon taking him there. He looked angry and didn't tell me anything," Zell shrugged, but Squall could see the worry in his friend's eyes, which matched his own, except Squall was probably more worried than Zell was.

"Devon took him there?"

"Yup," he nodded. "He looked pretty bad."

Squall didn't wait for him to say more and he went off to go the the infirmary to see Seifer. He walked a little faster than usual. He hoped Seifer was alright. He honestly don't know what he'd so if he wasn't. Yeah, Seifer was alright; he was sure of it. But, that still left him to question how it happened. And he doubted Seifer would tell him.

"Is Seifer alright?" Squall asked when he got there.

She looked surprised at his sudden appearance, but quickly got over her surprise. "Yes, he's fine. He just had his shoulder popped out of place."

Squall's eyebrows shot up into his hair line, and she thought that he looked concerned. "Oh, I've taken care of it. He'd be out of here within a an hour."

Squall visibly relaxed at that. "Can I see him?"

She nodded and pointed to where he was. Squall went over there and saw Seifer had his eyes closed. He looked to be in some pain. Squall was thinking how great Seifer looked, despite the pain, but quickly shook off those thoughts and walked closer the the blond. "Seifer?"

Seifer's eyes snapped open when he heard Squall's voice. He could never mistake Squall's voice for anyone else's. "Squall? What're you doing here?"

"I heard you came here, so I thought I'd see how you were," he answered.

"As you can see, I'm fine," Seifer smiled at him slightly.

"So, you wanna tell me what happened? I mean, you were fine earlier."

"Nothing you need to worry about, Squall-boy." The last person he ever wanted to tell was Squall. If Squall knew what really happened, that Seifer let Devon do this to him, Squall would be disgusted with him. He didn't want Squall to think less of him, or see the disappoint in his lively blue eyes. He couldn't take that, not from Squall. Squall meant a lot to him. What would he say if he found out Devon did this? Seifer normally wouldn't let this happen. Seifer was strong, but with Devon, he didn't fight back—Squall would be disgusted with him; think he was weak. Seifer couldn't grasp why he let it happen, but he did.

"Seifer, I'm worried about you," Squall admitted in a soft voice.

"Why? I can take care of myself." Seifer looked down, tightening his hands in the sheets.

"Really? The why are you in here?" Squall challenged.

"Leonhart, I'm fine," Seifer waved off his concern, but was secretly glad Squall had been worried about him.

In defeat, Squall just sighed. "You can tell me what happened. Did someone do this to you?"

"No, of course not," he lied. "Look, just don't worry about it, okay? I'm fine now. There's no need to be concerned."

Squall opened his mouth to speak, but a voice came in and stopped him. "What are you doing here?"

Squall snapped his head over to Devon and glared. "I came to see how he was doing."

"Well, you can see he's fine. Now, run along."

"You can't order me around," Squall wasn't having any of that. He stood his ground, determined not to leave.

"Get out. He's my boyfriend. I'm here so you can go now," Devon growled at him, hate pooling in his eyes.

Squall just looked at him. "I don't have to do a damn thing you say. Do you know how this happened?"

"Nope. I was the one who carried him here."

Squall didn't look like be bought that. He watched as Devon went over to Seifer and wrapped a strong, possessive arm around him. He saw the barely noticeable flinch it caused Seifer. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Seifer, babe. The doc said you're fee to go." Devon was now bluntly ignoring Squall.

Seifer nodded and smiled and small smile at Squall, showing him that he was fine. "It's fine, Squall." He heard Devon growl when he talked to Squall, something that went noticed by the brunet as well.

"Are you sure you're fine?" he inquired again, just to be sure. When he heard Seifer was in here he had been very worried. He was glad to see that he was alright.

"He said he's fine, pretty-boy," Devon interrupted whatever response Seifer would have given.

"Was I talking to you?" Squall growled back, venom in his voice. "I think Seifer can speak for himself, asshole."

Devon scoffed. "Look, I am going to take care of him, something a BOYFRIEND does. This is none of your business."

"He's my friend. I believe it is my business," Squall hissed. Something about this guy rubbed him the wrong way. Devon was too much of a possessive asshole.

Seifer eyed them. Every time they were around each other this would always happen. They never got along. Ever. And it all went down like this when Seifer introduced him to them as his boyfriend. It was also when Devon became more controlling than usual. "Hey-"

"Shut up," Devon said before he could stop himself.

"Don't talk to him like that," Squall growled out, feeling the need to defend Seifer.

"I can do what I want. What are you gonna do about it?"

"Squall, it's fine."

"There, you see? He's fine," Devon smirked at him in a way that sent shivers down Squall's spine. There was something wrong with him. What, Squall didn't know. Seifer didn't deserve to be treated like that. Seifer was better than that.

Squall narrowed his eyes. "Do you always have to speak for him?"

"What's it you you?"

"Is everything okay in here?" The doctor asked when she heard them.

"Yeah," Devon answered, shooting Squall a hateful look, to which Squall returned.

She nodded. "Seifer, I want you to take pain killers for a few days. It will help with the pain."

"Thanks, doc," he smiled at her.

"You're welcome. I'm sure you heard that you're free to go?" Seifer nodded. "Good. Try and be more careful." Honestly. Seifer was coming in here for some reason or another. He might as well have a room here.

Seifer smirked. "Aw, you know you don't wanna get rid of me."

"Yes, I'm sure I don't," she said dryly. She walked out and she heard him chuckle.

"Well, let's go, babe."

Squall was sick out how he said that. He shook his head.

"You get ready and I'm gonna talk to the doc real quick." He kissed Seifer heatedly for a moment then walked out.

"Seifer," Squall began. "You sure you're fine?"

"Yes," Seifer sighed. "Look, it was just an accident." He sent Squall a reassuring smile, a smile that Squall didn't buy.

"If you say so." He was wondering about Devon. He didn't know what it was about that guy; he just wasn't right. Squall could tell something wasn't right with him, but Seifer would probably get upset if he said anything. That look in Devon's eyes was scary. It was actually unnerving to Squall, but he wouldn't say he was scared.

Seifer didn't see it, though, and he wondered why. Seifer couldn't really love him, could he?

"Seriously. It's fine. I should go Squall."

Squall looked like he wanted to protest, like he wanted to tell Seifer to not go with him, but he kept silent about that and just nodded, though it was a very much reluctant nod. "Okay."

"Come on, Seifer," came an irritated voice.

Seifer nodded. "I'll talk to you later." Yeah, when Devon's not around. He'd have to do it then.

"Now, Seifer." Devon grabbed him by his uninjured arm.

"Stop yanking him around," the brunet blurted out before he could think. "He's not a fuckin' rag doll."

"Mind your own damn business," Devon warned him.

"It didn't hurt Squall. Don't worry about it." Seifer wondered why Squall seemed so concerned about his well being.

Squall grit his teeth when he knew Seifer was lying to him.

"Yeah," he smirked and walked out with the blond in tow. Squall was glaring at Devon's back, wondering why something seemed off about him. He knew Seifer's shoulder was not an accident; the look in Seifer's eyes said that much, but he hadn't said anything. Why can't Seifer see this? Why can't he see that Devon's no good for him? Squall could instantly tell that there was something not right with Devon; his friends saw it as well.

Squall couldn't do anything, though, as he had no proof if anything was going on or not. Seifer never protested when they left together; never fought back with him, always seemed compliant with Devon's orders. Yes, orders; that's all they were. There was something in the blond's eyes that told Squall something different then what left his mouth.

He sighed and left the infirmary.

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