*Save Me*
Seifer was right; Devon was angry at him for being later to his room, just not as angry as he thought he'd be, which Seifer was thankful for. Sure, he got a couple slaps, but nothing more than that, and it shocked him. Hell, he expected it to be worse. But, hey, he wasn't going to argue. Devon did ask him where he had been and, like always, he had to lie to him. Well, he couldn't very well tell him that he was with Squall, the very person he didn't want him around... right? Although, it seemed as though Devon knew when he was around him, because when he was Devon would usually show up. Seifer sighed and shook his head.
Devon was trying to control Seifer, and he was letting him. Seifer just went with everything Devon told him to do, finding no point in fighting him in anything; it would just get him punished for going against him. No, he wasn't trying to control him, he was controlling him.
He slept in Devon's room that night, something he didn't always do. Shit, Devon would just get done with him and tell him to go to his own room. So, he didn't stay in his room very often.
Also, he could see Squall was getting closer and closer with all his questioning. Squall was always questioning him now, and it was worrying him that he was going to find out what's been going on, which would make him look down on Seifer for Seifer letting it happen. He couldn't just let him know; that wouldn't be good for him. So, he had to try very hard to not let Squall know of anything he had been going through. Though, he could see he was persistent, and he questioned him a lot more than he ever had before. Seifer hated lying to him though, it would leave him feeling bad that he had to do so. Oh, he wanted to tell him; he just knew he couldn't.
He never wanted anyone to think he was weak, led alone Squall. But, he could very well tell that Squall would not let up on his questioning. Of course, he could see that he wasn't doing very well, he just guessed he didn't hide it very well—or as well as he thought he did. Well, it was no surprise that Squall could see right through him; they have known each other for a long time... since they were younger, ever since they were with Matron.
He wished he didn't have to lie to Squall; it killed him to do it, but he had no choice.
He knew Squall could see that something was going on, he was just glad that he didn't know what. How would he explain it to him? How the hell would he explain to him why he let Devon do what he does to him? How could he explain anything? He knew Squall would want answers if he knew what had been happening to him, not to mention why he never said anything to the brunet before about it. He honestly didn't have all the answers to those questions, but it was somewhere along the answers of... Devon loved him and was there for him. As for why he never told Squall—he couldn't.
All of his life—Seifer was ignored, that was why he always picked fights and started shit, he thought that would get someone to notice him... mainly Squall, though. Well, in all actuality, Seifer mainly just wanted attention from Squall. That was why he always fought with him, to get him to notice him some. It worked, just not the way he necessarily wanted it to all the time.
That was where Devon came in. He noticed Seifer, fed Seifer lines on how good he looked, how special he was... when he came to Garden. Devon was there when no one else was. He didn't ignore him, didn't brush him off. He was there, giving Seifer the attention he craved—when no one else would. But, none of them knew that, he figured. Granted, Devon's attention was hard and controlling and obsssesive, it was still attention, attention no one else but Devon gave him. He supposed that was why he got with him in the first place; he was the one person who noticed him.
And the was the main reason he let Devon get away with what he did. He wasn't about to fight the only person who gave him attention. So, that was why he goes through what he does. All he wanted was someone to love, and it seemed Devon was the one who did.
Seifer sighed and rubbed the nape of his neck. He happened to overheard a conversation that Squall was having with Irvine. So, he continued listening.
"Hey, man," Irvine sounded happy. What a shock.
"Hn?" Typical Squall response, Seifer thought with a smirk.
"I was wonderin' if you'd like to go out with us tonight?" he asked with a wide grin. It seemed as though Irvine wanted to go out somewhere.
"Where?" Squall finally asked with a coked eyebrow. It seemed he was quite curious as to where Irvine wanted go tonight.
Irvine shrugged his shoulders, grin still there. "Just out, to this club."
"Hn," Squall went off into thought for a moment. "When?"
Another shrug. "About seven or so..."
"Sure." Squall looked over at the tall blond, who was just standing there arms folded over his chest. "Who's going?"
"Me, Selphie, Zell, Quistis, and you... if you decide to come," Irvine also looked over to the tall man leaning against the wall, a concerned look took over Irvine's face. "You could... ask Seifer to come alone as well," he suggested, hinting at something.
Squall thought about it. It would be nice to go with Seifer, he just didn't know if he'd be up to it or not. Hell, from this far away, which really wasn't that far, he could see that Seifer looked a little tired. He nodded. "Yeah. I don't think he will, though."
"Why not?" the cowboy inquired, honestly curious as to why he didn't think Seifer would want to go out with them tonight. He thought it would be good to get out for a while, and he knew Seifer could use this as a chance to get away for a while. Get out a little, do something besides stay there all the time. He knew Devon kept him here a lot of the time, so he guessed Seifer would like to go out and have some fun. He, like the rest of his friends, notice how Devon treats Seifer. He also thought Seifer could do better, but he knew Seifer wouldn't listen to anyone's opinion.
Hell, he could very much see that Devon didn't let him do much of anything with them anymore. He hadn't hung around Seifer lately. Well, he didn't know Seifer as well as Squall and the rest of them—he didn't hang out with him as much as Squall did, but he knew Seifer at least a little. Little time as he'd spent with him, he'd like to think of them as friends. He could also tell that Seifer was not doing good; if anything he looked tired and worn.
Squall shrugged. "I don't know. He looks tired to me."
Irvine looked over once again, confirming what Squall said, although he already figured as much. "Aw, I'm sure he'd like to go out for a while. I mean, who would pass up a chance to go out with me?" Irvine tried to lighten things up a bit. But, the truth was, he was just as worried about Seifer as the rest of them.
As expected, Squall rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Yes, 'cause it would be a sin to not want to go with you," he said dryly.
"I know!" the taller man grinned a toothy grin and chuckled. Though, he was used to Squall's dry sense of humor. Squall had changed over the past years. He was a little more open and talkative than he used to be.
Squall shook his head, amused at Irvine. "Whatever."
Irvine sighed dramatically and shook his head. "Ah, we're back to that. Huh? I thought we broke you of that habit?" Seifer inwardly scoffed. He couldn't be broken of that. That was Squall. But, he was thinking to himself that he didn't need anyone's pity. He was fine. He didn't want to be invited out out of pity. Seifer didn't do pity, and he didn't want pity from anyone. Ever.
Another scoff. "Whatever." He gave a mock glare at Irvine, who chuckled. He knew all of his friends liked how he was more open than before. He use to shut everyone out. While he doesn't tell them everything, he does tell them some things. Then his attention was diverted back to Seifer, who he seemed to not be able to get off of his mind. In fact, Seifer was practically the only subject that occupied his mind as of late. He just couldn't seem to get him out of his mind. He was worried about him. He wanted Seifer to talk to him, but Seifer just seemed to be pulling away.
"Just go ask him," Irvine urged with a grin. He knew Squall wanted Seifer to go, it wasn't that hard to see. He liked Seifer—a lot. It wasn't a surprise to him, either.
"Fine," Squall conceded and nodded his head. He walked over to Seifer, who was staring right back at him, waiting for Squall to start talking.
"What is it, Leonhart?"
"Um-" Squall paused for a brief moment. He looked at him. "You look tired," he noted with a frown on his face. Indeed, Seifer did look tired, more tired than he originally thought.
"Yeah. I guess I am a little tired," he agreed with a nod. "That wasn't want you came over to say, though, was it?"
He shook his head. "No, not really. I just thought you looked tired."
"Hm," the taller gunblader gave him a look. "So-"
"Oh," Squall seemed to shake himself out of his inner thoughts and looked back at Seifer. "I was wondering if you would like to come out with us tonight?"
"I know. I heard you talking?" he admitted with a slight smile, which left just as quickly as it had appeared, which was replaced with a frown. "I don't need pity."
"It's not pity," he quickly assured him, hoping to not start an argument with him. "We just thought you'd like to get out, you know, do something?"
Seifer thought about it. Devon wouldn't like him going with him anywhere. Dammit, Seifer mentally cursed. He'd love to go with them, it was just the matter of Devon. He would not be happy with it... at all. "Uh, well-"
"Come on," Squall tried to get him to say yes.
Seifer looked behind him and saw Devon walking towards them.
"You need to get out a little, Seifer."
"He can't. We're busy tonight," a cool voice spoke up, making Squall growl lowly. "Sorry, but that's a no."
"I wasn't talking to you," Squall snapped, losing himself for a second. "I'm sure Seifer can answer for himself, asshole." He couldn't help it—it was fucking ridiculous! Every time he wanted to do something with Seifer, this fucking asshole always stepped in. he was getting pissed off. He was always speaking up for Seifer, like he couldn't answer for himself.
Seifer sent wide eyes towards him. Seifer had never heard Squall sound like that before.
Devon growled. "I said he can't go. I can answer for him if I please," he snapped back.
Squall's eye twitched and he stepped forward, fist balled, ready to lay this fucker out."I said he can dam well answer for himself."
Devon also stepped closer. "Mind your own fuckin' business, boy."
"Fuck you," Squall growled.
"Squall, stop," came Seifer's voice.
Devon gave him a look, making him shut up. He turned back to Squall. "We already had plans."
"Hey, calm down," Irvine tired to sooth the situation.
Squall could feel himself about to lose it. He has had enough of this freak. He wondered what would happen to him if he were to knock him out. Oh, it was very, very tempting right now. It took Irvine pulling him back to get him to snap back to himself. "Squall, calm down."
Seifer was looking at him, wondering where that came from. Squall looked ready to fight Devon.
"Yeah, Squall," Devon smiled sickly sweet. "I just wanted to get Seifer."
"You fuckin-"
"Squall! It's fine," Seifer jumped in before more could be said. Squall was giving Devon a maniacal look, and he knew he should step in as well.
'I wonder how long it will be until Squall finally loses it and hits him,' Seifer mused.
Squall looked at him, and he could see Seifer silently pleading with him to stop, so he did. "Fine," he ground out, shooting another glare at Devon, who just smiled smugly.
"Come on, Seifer." He grabbed Seifer's arms lightly and drug him away from them.
"I swear," Squall promised. "I'm going to kill him."
"Yeah. Are you alright?" he asked his friend.
"I'm fine."
"So... I guess Seifer's not coming with us?" Though, he already knew that.
"No. He said they had plans." But, Squall could tell that was a blatant lie; he just didn't want Seifer to hang out with them. Fuck, it wasn't that hard to see. Devon was jealous, and it was pretty obvious to him.
"Damn," Irvine swore. "What was up with that? You looked like you were about ready to lay him out or something."
"I was," Squall said bluntly with a shrug. It was true.
Irvine gave a chuckled. "I hate that guy."
"Me too," Squall said with narrowed eyes. "Fucker acts like Seifer can't answer for himself. It pisses me off."
"There's nothing we ca do though. I mean, we haven't really seen him doing anything to Seifer," Irvine told him.
"I know," he sighed, calming down a little. They hadn't witnessed anything begin done, so Squall knew he couldn't do anything.
"Sooo, you still up for going out tonight?"
Squall wasn't too sure anymore. He was more worried about Seifer right now than anything else. But, there was little he could o as this point. He'll just talk to him later again, and hope that asshole isn't around. "Whatever."
Irvine didn't respond, taking that as a yes. Squall needed to release some tension anyway. It would do him some good to go out for a little while. "'Sides, it will do you good to go out and have some fun tonight."
Squall just nodded, silently agreeing with him.
They just thought they'd part until later. So, without further words, Squall walked off, leaving Irvine to do the same.
