His entire body tensed at the grip as he was shaken, his eyes meeting Seifers once more and feeling his touch like this told him Seifer was real. THIS was real but how…?

“You-” He choked out before taking a breath in through his his nose then forcing the air out his mouth, if he couldn’t calm down the dark haze around his vision was going to get worse and he was going to pass out. Finally he seemed to have managed to catch a bit of a breath, thanks to the other but he still looked panicked. “This is real…you’re real”

“that’s not fucking possible…this isn’t right. This is some messed up dream it has to be…” He shook his head as he started to feel sick, “This can’t be. You died, they died, Rinoa she…then everything”

Hands shook and he was struggling to keep his breaths regulated, he was panicking and the attack hitting him hard. How the hell had this happened, two years he’d been missing and yet he’d been in Radiant for five. This world was supposed to be destroyed and everyone he knew was dead, they all should have been. Rinoas magic had led this world into the darkness.

His entire body tensed up in a way that wasn’t like Squall,  he actually looked like he was close to ripping the IVs out and bolting from the hospital bed at the mention of the others. “Answer me, where am I and how long has it been since the war ended” He breathed out, knuckles white as he gripped the sheets still just staring at Seifer. The monitor was displaying the increase in his heart rate, he was panicking.

Even the threat wasn’t fazing him, he didn’t take the bait or try to snap back. Rather he had managed to force himself to sit up despite the wave of pain it caused him. “Please, just answer the question…”  He needed to know if this was some messed up nightmare or twisted joke, this couldn’t be real

The moment he registered someone else was in the room Leon felt like he was still dreaming and that the drugs in his system were messing with him, his eyes had widened as he stared at Seifer for a long time. The stormy greys were locked with Seifers blues and filled with confusion, he looked utterly lost as if he was staring at a ghost. The rumble of Seifers voice made him snap out of his state and lips parted yet nothing came from him at first.

“…what?” He breathed out finally, trying to sit himself up but ached to much to do so and let out a soft string of curses before he stopped trying to sit up. “Where am I?” This had to be some messed up nightmare, Seifer wasn’t supposed to be here and his world was supposd to be destroyed but why did this feel like he remembered. Those eyes holding him into place and that voice breaking through his wall,

     “Think it’d be pretty obvious where you are Leonhart.” Seifer moved away from the bed and leaned back against a wall. “Your little crew should be getting here any minute. Soon as they show up I’m out of here.”

     He didn’t want to deal with any questions or accusations. Didn’t mean he wasn’t  angry at Squall. The number reasons becoming more than he could count on one hand. But what did it matter? He was supposed to be leaving. Soon Squall would be Garden’s problem. And he...He wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.

@milessomnia

A load of bullshit.

    There wasn’t anywhere that was secure. Not for him. The war had labeled the blond and now he had to live with it. The people had their heroes. They needed their villain as well.

     Fate and destiny were something he preferred to make for himself. But for some reason they just weren’t going to give up on trying to push him where they wanted. And the mess he’d stumbled upon was plenty evidence of that. Now, here he was standing towards the back of a sterilized room. Hyne, he hated places like this. But his options had been few after pulling the brunette out of the wreck he’d found him in.

     Surprise had punched him in the gut when he found the man. Squall Leonhart. The hero that had disappeared. He’d been gone about two years. Just up and left without a word. Nothing to trace him. 

     What the hell were the powers that be thinking dropping him into Seifer’s lap? The one person who might have understood him despite what he’d been put through at his hands had just abandoned him. If it wasn’t for his rival he’d never been dragged back to Garden. And after he’d left, so had his authority. Seifer had pretty much become free game.Sure Selphie and Irvine had done their best. Even Zell had tried showing some interest. It just wasn’t enough.

     He let out a heavy breath and glanced over at the brunette. The sound of machines ringing in his ears. Word was going to get out and spread like wild fire. Any minute now he expected the welcoming committee to come bursting through the doors. Pushing off the wall he took a few steps towards him until he was standing at the edge of the bed. Sure Squall had changed some. Longer hair, and he was a bit more built than he used to be. But there were somethings that were undeniably recognizable. The scar, and when he opened his eyes....Seifer saw those stormy greys.

     The blond froze. He couldn’t just slip out from where he was. He’d gotten too close. Fuck. Good job Almasy.