|Bump in the Night
Author: Blue Funk PM
And it all started out with a silly 'Welcome to College' teddybear. [SeiferZexion, slight Zemyx]Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Seifer & Zexion - Chapters: 6 - Words: 39,501 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 28 - Follows: 28 - Updated: 03-15-08 - Published: 10-28-07 - id: 3861463
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New story time, yes? Woo! This was co-written by oonlit1317. Technically, we RPed this out, but we like to say co-written. It sounds fancier.
And yes. The pairing... is Seifer/Zexion. Otherwise known as SaiZeku.
No, we do not own KH, FF, or any other glorious thing that Squeenix has produced for us, kthx. Don't forget to review!
If the first day of high school is frightening for miniscule little freshmen, than the first day of college is absolutely overwhelming and terrifying.
Seifer lounged by the bike racks outside of the X Dorm hall, smirking as he watched a gangly freshman stumble inside, balancing a lamp and a computer monitor in his arms. First day was always the most amusing. Seeing kids attempting to bring their mattresses and wide-screen plasma TV's with them to college was priceless.
Now, really, Seifer himself was never as awkward as that last year. He had strolled into Bastion Academy without a problem, immediately pissing off his roommate by parking his motorcycle right outside the entrance to their dorm.
But now it paid to be a Resident Assistant. The blonde had already moved all of his things into his own dorm a week ago and he was now free to assist the newbies living on his floor settle in.
Not that he would be doing that any time soon. The procedure of students storming in had just begun and so far, only a few freshies and their parents had passed by. Eventually, yes, he would head back up to the fourth floor and pass out keys. But for now... Seifer grinned, turning his head up towards the sky.
For now, he would enjoy the fresh afternoon of an August day and relax.
Zexion walked into a large building with an "X" on the front of it, allowing him to know that his dorm complex building was "X." Who would have ever guessed? He walked through the wide glass doors to his dorm, an honors dorm for the more "intelligent" students. Most of them looked like equal idiots to Zexion. They were all distracted by their various emotions and looked lost and confused. Whatever, it was just college. It'd be over in four years and then they'd all be somewhere else. Life; it happens.
He only brought some bare necessities with him, including the following: a cell phone that he never used, a wallet for money he rarely spent, a small carry-on filled with some of his clothes and trinkets, and his prized journal. Don't ask what is in the journal, actually, don't even think about what's in the journal. You'd rather not know. That was Zexion's answer to anyone who even tried to think about the journal. It always seemed to shut them up sufficiently.
He walked up a long flight of wispy stairs, red, to find a large oak door with a golden label "R.A." This is where he was supposed to pick up his key. Wonderful--the door was locked. He dropped his stuff ungracefully to the floor and leaned against a wall motionless waiting for the next unimportant phase of life to begin.
The timing was impeccable, then, that the R.A of the floor decided to show up at that exact moment. Seifer had actually decided to do something useful.
Spotting Zexion, the blonde smirked to himself in delight, making his way forward. A freshman had managed to get past his watchful gaze, huh? Time to get to work. Seifer tucked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans as he stepped off of the old rickety elevator. Directly in front of the small hall that housed the pair of elevators was his R.A room. And right by his door was... a short runt with a loose black sweatshirt and matching black pants.
"What's up, freshie?" Seifer chuckled, striding forward to unlock his door. "I take it you need a key?"
The sophomore eyed the new student's bags. Or, really, bag. It looked like the kid had just come to stay the night, not live in a small room for two-thirds of a year. Quirking an eyebrow at this, Seifer turned his attention to the freshman himself as he tugged out his key out of his back pocket.
Oftentimes, Bastion Academy got punks or kids with bizarre hair-do's. Seifer included. This guy was no different. Half of his hair was drooping over his face. And the hair itself... there was no way the fading purple/black color from the top of his head to the tips was natural.
Unlike Seifer's hair. 100 natural bleach blond, baby.
Zexion didn't share the same enthusiastic thoughts. He disinterestedly eyed the person whom was obviously their R.A, taking in the short-ish perfectly spiky hair, bright light blue eyes and a fit athletic body. Rolled his eyes down the pale hand, he saw a key in it. Zexion placed his gloved hand out, palm-up in order to receive the key to his room and loll down to it. Maybe he could even take a nap in before eating or something else similar to it.
He watched Seifer closely for any signs of motion or action in general. He saw a slight switch in Seifer's other hand, not vibrantly distinguishable but present nonetheless. He also seemed to be a generally fidgety person. He said nothing and quirked an eyebrow irritatedly at Seifer, waiting patiently for his key.
Seifer, on the other hand, paid Zexion's outstretched hand no mind and took the silence as a "yes." He calmly pushed open the door to his now unlocked room, heading inside as his flip-flops made light slapping noises against the linoleum. He was in no hurry. Seconds later, he emerged again, holding a list and a set of keys dangling on a chain.
Now, to give this freshman a name. Seifer leaned against his doorway, electric blue eyes flicking over the set of names on the sheet while occasionally glancing up at the broody newcomer.
Keys jingling gently, Seifer spoke again, meeting the dark blue eyes that were staring into his. "Name?"
"Does it matter?" Zexion asked; he didn't ask it with malice, or contempt, just with a small note of boredom and monotony in his voice. His eyes only barely flickered to the jingling keys as if to make sure they were actually there. Finding out they were there, he didn't need to look back at them. The jingling vanished in his mind after a few seconds, though they were probably still jingling.
He dropped his hand when he saw Seifer walk into the office-like room and get the keys and it was now hanging loosely by his side. His head cocked slightly to one side, his hair drooping only slightly with the motion. He waited intently for a response, expecting to get one that was most likely unsatisfactory. He heard noises bustling around downstairs in the far corners of his mind and noted that most people did not seem to be in a hurry to get their keys. They were most likely socializing. Or something as equally redundant and passé.
Zexion looked not only bored, but completely uncaring about the situation. Well. Someone didn't have his coffee this morning. Or perhaps every single morning. Seifer leered at him slightly, amused. This kid was a riot. He had been expecting jittery little students, overloaded with shit from home that they didn't need. Not... well, this.
"I need your name so I can actually give you a key to your assigned room." Seifer smirked, explaining the situation with his usual air of cockiness. He turned back to the list, shaking the keys once more. "So I'll ask you again. What's your name, freshman?"
"Zexion." The freshman said, the way he said it disregarding the fact completely that there was a reason to give his name. He flipped his cell phone open after it vibrated once, no signs of recognition passing his face as he hit a few buttons in to send a text. No change overcame his face at the vibration, the texting itself, or after hitting the send button. He slipped it back into his pocket absentmindedly before looking back up unabashed at the blond.
The hall that the two boys were standing in was decorated in two-tones colors, namely, blue and purple. Most of the other hallways and rooms followed this pattern. The only thing on the walls were a few abstract paintings, most likely done by former art majors.
Seifer, Zexion noticed with mild to little interest, was wearing average-toned blue jeans with a white muscle shirt, showing off his arms and chest well. He mainly noticed the flip-flops on his feet. More than less likely, it was a sign of laziness. Most people who didn't feel like bothering themselves with tying shoes wore flip-flops. In Zexion's mind it seemed to fit with his assumptions thus far about his R.A.
Meanwhile, Seifer was busy scanning, looking for the particular name and not realizing that he was being analyzed. It was hard enough that the guy hadn't provided the last name. Finally catching the print and the key number -Room 421- Seifer pushed away from the doorway and looked back at the student, having completely missed the entire cell phone episode. "Alright. You've got the room on the corner. Follow me."
Without even waiting or Zexion or checking to see if he was following, Seifer started the slow stroll to the end of the hall. He nodded to a branching off corridor.
"Bathroom and showers are down that way. Laundry room's back where the elevators are." He explained, tucking his thumbs back into his jeans as he walked, dangling the keys from his free fingers.
Finally, the hall came to a stop, as did Seifer and Zexion. The freshman wasn't really listening. In fact, he didn't seem to be particularly interested in the conversation at all.
Fiddling briefly with the mass of keys, Seifer tugged out the correct one. Naturally, the poor coppery-colored thing was old and looked used. Bastion Academy was the oldest college around; it wasn't surprising that most things were worn. Sure, most of the place had gotten a paint job, but Seifer had seen what the inner layers of the walls looked like. It wasn't a sight for the weak.
Sliding the key in, the blonde pushed open the oak door, and then dangled the copper item, which was attached to a ring, from his index finger. He looked back at Zexion. "This is your only key, so don't lose it."
Without waiting for a response, he tossed the key to the freshman, then proceeded to stroll into the just-opened room as if he owned the place. One of the perks of being an R.A.
Zexion followed Seifer into the room lobbing his stuff gently in a corner of the room before removing the two shirts he was wearing only to put back the first one he took off back on. It was hot and he decided he needed less layers. He wasn't a fan of the heat. He took out his journal from his duffel and scratched a few scribbles in it before replacing it in the same compartment.
He looked toward Seifer, who was standing there watching him with what seemed to be mild amusement. He briefly wondered why the blond even came in if it was just to look at him. Not that he could talk--he was a psychology major and studied many people through observation. It was his instinct.
As if it wasn't bad enough, Seifer had the appearance of one who wasn't about to leave any time soon. Sure enough, he soon sat down on the bed, swinging the rest of the keys about as he did so. He never removed his eyes from the freshman, taking in the sight as if he wished to memorize it. He had especially enjoyed how Zexion had practically just started tugging his clothes off.
Sitting back, relaxed, Seifer cocked his head to the side as he finally let his eyes wander around the room. He had seen this room hundreds of times over. Because his own room looked exactly the same. As did every other one in the Dorm Hall. Dull blue walls made the entire right wall, composed of a desk and two closets, stand out in contrast. Two beds took up most of the space, and the far wall housed a dirty window which was letting in the bright August sun.
"You lucked out, by the way." Seifer began, unable to let the smirk slide from his lips. "Your room mate won't be coming until second quarter. Had some trouble with scheduling, and there wasn't anyone else to fill in his spot. So make yourself at home."
It seemed to be the end of his explanation, but he didn't get up to leave, choosing instead to remain on the bed. He had nothing better to do, after all. And usually, if he got any questions that the freshman had out of the way now, then he could avoid the annoying knocks on his door later in the day. One could only explain the way to the cafeteria so many times. And surely this new kid had some questions. They all did. Inquisitive but confused bastards.
"M'k." Zexion replied dully, putting away some various clothes into the provided dressers. Some of the items included: boxers, socks, jeans, shirts, belts, and various simplistic jewelry. He placed his required laptop on the desk in the room and hooked it up to the charger. Soon after it began charging Zexion sauntered over to the other bed and lay down to stare at the ceiling, ignoring Seifer completely, who was still staring.
There was no need for words. Words were an unnecessary waste of air. If they needed to be said, they would. Making idle conversation was a pointless pastimes and led to lies and eventual need for the idle chat. The light in the room was dim, which he did actually enjoy. He hated bright lights, they would constantly cause him to squint--his eyes were obnoxiously sensitive.
Seifer couldn't lie. He was unused to such blasé students. Usually, they would either be questioning him or running at this point. Zexion, on the other hand, just set up everything and usual and then... lay down on the bed.
Hearing an increase in volume out in the halls signaled that the blonde needed to get back to work soon, or he'd have bewildered freshmen wandering around. Standing, he walked silently over to the second before to lean over Zexion, propping his hands up on the bed. Staring down at him briefly, he was able to take in the boy's pale skin. Didn't this guy get any sun?
Zexion turned his uninteresting gaze to him. Composure quite serious, Seifer leaned in just a bit more to invade his personal space. Perhaps Zexion wasn't used to this sort of behavior (It didn't look like he would care, anyway), but he might as well get used to it. Seifer didn't believe in personal space. Especially when there were unusually attractive freshman around.
His eyes were bright, even in the poor lighting, Zexion noted, not really showing any care towards Seifer's much-too-close position.
"I forgot to tell you something."
"And what might that be? Do I actually need to know?" Zexion responded with probably the longest stream of words thus far. He looked right into Seifer sparkling conceited eyes and raised a dainty eyebrow in almost-interest. What could the R.A. have to tell him that is important enough to be approximately seven inches away?
Smiling with a glint of teeth, the sophomore college student tugged out his secret weapon. Out of his back pocket. Placing the item daintily on Zexion's chest, simultaneously feathering his fingers over it, he abruptly straightened and sauntered out of the room. His work here was done.
"Welcome to Bastion Academy." he called over his shoulder, leaving Zexion with an obnoxiously fluffy little teddy bear on his chest that was smiling and holding up a felt sign that read "Welcome" in puffy letters. Courtesy of the college board that had come up with the idea that incoming freshmen needed something cheery and pleasant on their first day.
Seifer just liked them because they were fucking hilarious.
As soon as the RA was gone and had shut the door behind him, Zexion grabbed the bear and placed it in the opposite corner of the room, up high, where it was almost out of sight. He moved back towards his bed, returning to his original position where he soon found himself counting the tiles floating above him that made up the ceiling. He vaguely wondered where the R.A. stayed in case his air condition broke. It was about the only thing he cared about. He liked the cold. It was simple as that.
However, even Zexion couldn't count tiles all day long and after a light growl from his stomach, the boy suddenly had an incentive to go somewhere.
He walked out to the dorm floor kitchen that was on the other side of his own room. Zexion decided he'd risk making his own food over the food being served in the public cafeteria that day. In any case, he was a good cook. After frying up some rice and vegetables, he added some grilled chicken and ate at a lonesome table near the kitchen. Half-way through his meal, Zexion heard the peaceful silence being broken. Outside, he could hear some light 'slaps' on the floor. They sounded like sandals. Damn.
However, despite the foreboding thoughts of the flip-flopped blonde RA, it was not him. A bright red-head skipped into the dining hall instead, hair bobbing along with the frills of her short skirt as she chattered softly on her cell phone. As she walked through the room, her eyes strayed over briefly to Zexion and she flashed him a kind smile, but didn't pause in her conversation.
"No, I know. Really, Selphie. Seifer's just like that, he's not actually into serious relationships."
She disappeared briefly into the kitchen, her voice still echoing about in the small area before she emerged once more, carrying a stack of spare cups in her free hand. "Well, I can't right now, I'm still working. Maybe in a few hours? I'm sure the party can wait..."
Pausing by an empty table near the silently listening Zexion, she set down the cups, biting her lip as she listened to the "Selphie" on the other end of the line.
Zexion glanced up at the girl's arrival, taking in her appearance quickly and fluidly. She was wearing a tank-top and a short skirt of some sort. Resuming his tea-drinking after throwing away the remains of his meal, Zexion added another packet of sugar to the drink before stirring it lightly and taking a new sip.
Considering it was the first day, the kitchen area was abnormally quiet if the red-head wasn't counted. She was leaning against an island-counter of sorts in the middle of the kitchen by this point. She moved around constantly. She seemed to be a jittery person. Full of energy as well. Zexion made a mental note to jot something down on the subject later.
Zexion's hypothesis was proven correct when, after a pause from the girl, she abruptly gave off a screech, arms flailing as she completely disregarded the only other occupant of the room.
"Selphie, don't say that! How can you even think that? Honestly! I didn't sleep with Seifer Almasy, ok!?" She hissed into the phone. Stopping once again to listen to her friend's reply, she muttered something about a party before hanging up and sighing. Staring down glumly at the cups, she poked at the Styrofoam things, apparently mulling something over in her head.
That's when the girl chose to acknowledge Zexion's presence. Smiling in a way that did not hint at her previous behavior in the least, she nodded over to him. "Oh, hey. You're a freshman, right?"
"Yes." Zexion answered oh-so-enthusiastically, shifting slightly in his seat. He looked toward the girl. His eyes were on her, but he was somewhere else in his mind.
Smiling winningly at him, the girl strode forward to stand next to the boy at his table. "Would you mind helping me bring up some cups and plates to the third floor? The girls want to have a little get-together party..."
"Whatever." Zexion grabbed some of the cups she held in her hands and leaned on one leg waiting for her to lead, even though he had a good idea of where to go. Why think that far when she would lead?
"Thanks!" She smiled again. It seemed that the girl was always a bit cheery. Scurrying back into the kitchen, she emerged with a stack of plates. As she nodded her head towards the exit and the two began walking back out of the kitchen into the main part of the dorms, she spoke again.
"I'm Kairi, by the way. Third floor R.A. And you...?"
"Zexion," he replied simply. Why must everyone know his name? It seemed a useless concept when you can speak directly to someone. He contemplated this bemusedly as he was taken down a long bending hallway that led to more rooms. The walls and floors were the same there except a little bit lighter in color.
Kairi took his name as an initiative to start up a conversation which was mostly one-sided. As they walked along, the red-head chattered almost non-stop. They came to stand in front of the elevator and the girl pushed the call button.
"So are you liking the day so far? Things have been so busy today. Most of the R.A's have been practically running around the dorms helping everyone out. Except for Seifer." The girl snorted. "That guy doesn't do anything in a hurry. But, y'know, it's Seifer, he can't be helped."
She stopped for breath as the elevator rattled to a halt on their floor and they stepped into the empty carriage. However, the pause was short-lived and she started up again, balancing the plates with one hand. "He's on your floor, isn't he? Fourth floor? Don't expect too much help from him, he's such a slacker. And a flirt." She added, almost as an afterthought. Zexion's silence did not seem to deter her in the least.
Zexion began to wonder if she had the capability to shut up or if it was some genetic or conditioned disorder. He listened nonetheless, face impassive as per the usual. He licked his lips lightly once when they got dry. Just her chattering made his mouth dry as if he was the one talking nonstop, not her. He didn't say anything for the dry lips, however. His vans moved quietly across the floor as her flip-flops clicked lightly against the floor, providing a steady calming beat.
An entire minute of nonstop chatter in the rickety elevator and Kairi still wasn't done. "But, y'know, if he starts coming onto you, just kick him in the balls! That's what most of us do, anyway," The girl sighed. It seemed that she had been waiting to unload about this Seifer character. "He's completely hopeless. He even flirts with teachers!"
The elevator shuddered to a halt onto the third floor. The wall designs here were varied from the darker tones on the boys' floors. Here, it was a sunny mixture of light green and blue. And there were girls just about everywhere. Talking, chattering, shrieking, exchanging numbers, applying make-up. As soon as they spotted Kairi, however, they all gave off happy cries and hurried forward to help relieve the two of their items.
"Ooo, who's this guy you've snagged up, Kairi?"
"My name's Yuffie! Don't get too used to seeing this floor, you guys aren't really allowed here!"
"Kairi, what's his name?"
"Is he single, you think?"
"Emo guys are so hot!"
Zexion looked somewhere in-between the tons of 'chicks' to empty space to try and block out the barrage of questions he was asked. He turned to Kairi and asked, "Is that all that's needed of me then?" He looked toward her eyes and made eye contact. Hence, she got to see his cobalt eyes--probably one of his most stunning features. Most people only got a side-glance at them, but he wanted to get out of there. He just hoped she would get the message. However, it didn't seem like luck was on his side.
Kairi met Zexion's stare calmly, grinning easily as her own blue eyes pierced his. Despite Zexion's first impression, the sharp glint in the girl's gaze showed that she wasn't as ditzy as she came off to be.
"Nah, c'mon, you could use to make some new friends!" She nudged him gently in the shoulder, laughing softly. "Just bear with me for a bit."
Turning back to all of the quibbling girls, Kairi smiled at them as she scanned the crowd, eventually spotting an amused brunette at the far end of the crowd that, oddly enough, wasn't chattering about Zexion. The red-head waved at her in acknowledgement before turning back to the eager freshmen. "Excuse me, girls. You can just go set up. We'll meet up with your later."
Kairi grabbed Zexion's wrist gently in a way that meant that no matter what Zexion protested, he wouldn't be escaping any time soon. She tugged him through the crowd towards her friend, who immediately turned around and lead the way to a similarly placed R.A room right by the elevators. As soon as the door closed, the brunette turned on Kairi.
"Is this your way of getting rid of Seifer, then? Who is this guy?"
"This is Zexion." said Kairi cheerfully, motioning at him. "Zex, (You don't mind if I call you that, do you?), this is Selphie."
"Whatever." He looks toward Selphie, who looked like a super-hyperactive gossiper from the instant he saw her. He saw her stand up excitedly and start talking to him. Make that gibbering to him.
Recognition dawned in the brunette's eyes. She "ooo"-ed eagerly. "So you're Zexion? I checked out all of the floor's room plans. Kairi, this is the one I was telling you about, the guy that lucked out and got a room of his own for a whole semester."
Kairi gasped, moving to sit down on the edge of her desk. The room itself was mostly similar to any other room. However, the desks were separate and unattached to the walls. There was still two of everything, however. "Lucky thing!" She sighed. "I'd have killed to have my own room freshman year."
"What're you majoring in, Zexion?" Selphie queried, still standing, eyes bright with curiosity. Her hands dangled briefly about her sides before moving to fold across her chest. Her yellow summer dress fluttered gently with her movements.
"Does it matter?" Zexion asked feeling bored and generally indifferent to the situation. He heard a rap on the door. It was too loud to be another girl (at least ones like Kairi and Selphie)--it sounded forceful and impatient. He could hear somebody tapping their foot on the other side. Hey, anything to save him from answering a pointless question was a decent distraction in Zexion's book.
The two girls exchanged indignant looks but Kairi spoke as Selphie moved forward to answer the door.
"Of course it does! We want to know more about you, that's how you make friends." She said as the brunette passed by Zexion to reach the entrance to the room. Peering in through the small eyehole in the door, Selphie knocked once on the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Riku, let me the hell in!" Riku grumbled obnoxiously, holding a box of some sort in his arms. Selphie opened the door and stuck her tongue out at his outburst.
"You don't have to be so rude, Riku!" Kairi started berating when Riku blocked her out as he caught the attention of a boy he hadn't seen before in the R.A. room. Yes, Riku was, in fact, an R.A. Believe it or not.
The silver-haired sophomore dumped his container on one of Kairi's desks and sighed, still eyeing Zexion. Zexion, on the other hand, didn't bother meeting his eyes. It didn't matter. Just one more person who would undoubtedly start demanding his name and more personal information about him.
"Yeah, Riku, you don't have to be so rude." Another, deeper voice chuckled from behind the newcomer.
All of the occupants of the room looked up to see none other than Seifer leaning in the doorway, grinning. He nodded in greeting. "'Sup, guys. Selphie, Kairi." He raised an eyebrow suddenly as he spotted the psychology major. "Zexion. How'd you get dragged here? Kairi blackmail you or something?"
Seifer started chuckling as Kairi spluttered in protest in the background.
Zexion, figuring to test a small theory of his, replied back, "Well, she seemed innocent enough so I thought we'd chill some." He shrugged lightly, looking at Riku as he spoke. He hadn't yet examined Riku at all, so his attention was split.
The two girls fell silent in surprise at Zexion's full sentence, while Riku simply only looked more curious. As the silver-haired boy went about his business, dumping out the content of the box on Kairi's desk, Seifer shrugged.
"She may seem innocent, but she's not. You don't want to chill with her, she'll end up just bitching your ear off."
"I'm sure she's already told you in detail about Seifer, anyway." Selphie chimed in, eliciting another chuckle from Seifer and an indignant huff from Kairi.
Riku spoke again from the desk, his back turned to Zexion. "But she's a good friend to have if you want to hear the latest gossip about what's-her-face or Mr. So-and-So. Occasionally, if she messes up, she'll end up telling you some rumors about yourself."
"Hey, that was an accident, Riku!" Kairi protested loudly, standing now and pointing an accusatory finger at Riku. Oddly enough, though, there was no tension in the room. It appeared that despite their words, the four sophomores were good friends.
Zexion felt a weird instinct pass over him. He walked up to Riku, about four or less inches away and looked right into his eyes. There was something about the boy, he couldn't tell what though. Just something told him he wanted to see this boy, not just see him. He said nothing, and gained a few odd glances from the others in the room. He didn't take his eyes off of Riku. Riku didn't exactly seem to mind.
Once again, the two girls exchanged glances at Zexion's behavior, argument forgotten, before smirking and nodding.
"Psychology major, right?" Kairi grinned, walking closer to join the group. Without warning, Seifer moved to snatch the girl into his arms and pulled her into a hug. Although Kairi briefly protested with this action, she eventually gave up and relaxed in the blonde's hold.
Smirking knowingly, Selphie ran a hand through her short brown hair. "Better watch yourself, Riku. He'll want to examine you like Tidus did that one time."
"Oh yeah." Riku rolled his eyes, glancing over briefly at Zexion before casually sliding away. "Apparently, my demeanor showed that I was sexually frustrated. Very eye-opening observation. Anyway."
"How so?" Zexion questioned simply, cocking his head sideways--if it were anyone else he would have seemed truly interested, but Zexion almost seemed like someone was forcing him to want to know why, it was a juxtaposition of emotions.
The silver-haired boy turned his sea-green eyes back to the questioning freshman and his top lip curled just slightly to show his vague amusement. "The truth was that the idiot didn't know anything about psychology. He had just heard from Kairi that I hadn't gotten laid in a couple weeks. That's all."
"Or maybe it's 'cause you were starting to look like a bitch in heat." Seifer piped up, rubbing gentle circles along Kairi's hips as he eyed Zexion keenly.
"You aren't sexually frustrated, but you looked ardently bored, not a temporary boredom either." He looked at Riku and saw a good bit of himself in undertones like wave emissions shooting off the boy. In his peripheral vision Zexion noticed Seifer still staring at him as if he wasn't flirting with Kairi at all. He actually seemed like there was nothing more than air in his arms. It was somewhat disturbing.
Riku raised a silvery eyebrow silently in response to Zexion's observation, interest finally sparking life into his eyes. He allowed the tips of his lips to tip upwards a fraction and shrugged. "Well, you're certainly sharper than Tidus is. Zexion, is it?" He nodded briefly to him. "I'll see you around."
Turning to everyone else, he twitched his shoulders once more as he set himself towards the door and began a steady pace out. "Don't forget the welcoming party tonight, guys." He shot back over his shoulders as he exited the room. As the last silver hair flicked out of view, Seifer let out a slow breath, looking mildly impressed.
"Damn, Zexion. You got Riku to actually talk to you."
Kairi grinned at him, looking quite comfortable from her place. "Riku vowed to avoid any freshmen this year 'cause he thinks they're all a pain in the ass." She explained.
"Whatever." Zexion resumed his blasé attitude--well technically it never left, it just took a slightly different approach. He glanced over to Seifer and stated, "If you aren't paying any attention to her you shouldn't hold her." He sat back down sideways on a small purple loveseat in the room and glanced at the wall opposite of him.
He thought about what he may or may not encrypt in his journal later that night. Possibly a word or two. Maybe a sentence. Maybe some strung-together fragments would be most enticing, considering the material he wished to describe. Someone was saying something, he guessed it had to do with his abrupt comment, but paid it no mind. At first. After said disregarded comment he felt a slight shift on the couch. In a short time, he would have something entirely new to add to his journal. Or maybe, it would be so worth adding, that he'd deny it's acceptance into the sacred book. In any case, he wasn't expecting any of the next events or their order, even as a decent psychology major.
In fact, Zexion was so convinced of this that Seifer's sudden presence beside him didn't even faze him. He was staring at him. The psychology major briefly turned an eye to the abandoned Kairi, who had settled on talking quietly with Selphie. The two of them were watching him curiously. Uninterested, he finally switched his attention back to his R.A. At this point, he didn't have much of a choice because of a sudden muscled arm wrapping itself around his waist.
Seifer was leaning into Zexion's personal space again, leering at him. "I'm paying attention to you now, freshman, can I hold you?"
"Must you?" he asked blankly, looking towards Seifer, almost recognizing his existence, almost.
The blonde was completely unperturbed by the dull response. In fact, he went even further by tugging Zexion a bit closer. "I don't see why not." He replied casually, fingers splayed out on the freshman's hip, spreading warmth.
"You're warm." Zexion said even more dully than his last comment. He didn't really care what people did with him, it gave him a chance to observe and learn. It felt weird still, more so than usual when people tried to touch him. He disregarded it and felt Seifer press closer. He sure seemed to like contact.
The girls in the room seemed interested but not unused to the event playing. He took some note of that before returning to face Seifer. He wondered if he was German, his name sounded German and he looked very German. "Are you German?" he asked simply, might as well quell his insatiable curiosity.
Comfortably settled on the loveseat with a warming up (literally) Zexion tucked in his arm, Seifer shrugged, chest twitching slightly in laughter. "Damn, Kairi really did cover all bases when she was telling you about me, huh? Didn't even introduce myself."
The blonde paused in thought for a moment, head cocked as he made soft humming noises in his throat. He was too content and lazy now to think about it, but he put in the effort. At least the freshman wasn't struggling. In fact, he didn't even seem to care about his current position. All the better for Seifer.
Finally, he came to an answer. "Seifer Almasy is mostly Hungarian, but I suppose I've got some German roots as well."
He didn't inquire as to why Zexion was exactly asking. He had the right to ask, what was the point of wondering why? Seifer let it alone, watching for his reaction.
"I see. You have clear blue eyes." He stated as if it was some unknown discovery yet with no true passion all the same. Zexion moved a little bit closer to look at his eyes better and noticed a slightly bit of variation in the shade of clear blue, it was somewhat of a gradient effect.
Selphie was watching with widened eyes, formulating new gossip in her head that would most likely become hyperbole in a few hours, spreading like a virus. Or maybe she'd keep it to herself. Just like Ozzy was Jesus. Exactly.
Kairi, on the other hand, was stifling her mouth with her hand to attempt to drown out her giggles. The poor freshman. Not even one day into school and he was already getting hit on his flirty R.A.
The comment on his eyes had Seifer smirking again and his tongue even flicked out to coast over his bottom lip when Zexion pulled in closer. Without really thinking about it or giving it a spare bit of consideration, Seifer leaned in the last few inches to plant a kiss on Zexion's emotionless lips, eliciting gasps and giggles from the two girls. There really was no point to it. He just kinda felt like it.
"Your eyes, are on the other hand, are a little darker than mine." He quipped, keeping his voice low as he pulled away again to gauge the boy's reaction.
"True." Zexion touched his lips slightly. It wasn't that he didn't feel anything from it, but he didn't know if he cared to feel anything from it--if that can make any sense. He wondered if he was getting into Seifer's head at all. Considering Seifer probably understood he was a psychology major, he would be analyzing the analyzer, most likely.
"You won't figure me out though." He said, voicing his thoughts.
Giving Zexion's hips one last squeeze, Seifer leaned in again, lips brushing over the other's fingers. His eyes flashed and the cocky look, if possible, increased with the roguish grin he had on his features. "I'm willing to bet that I can. We'll see, Sexion. You can't be as unshakable as you appear to be."
With a wink, the R.A. rose. Perhaps it would take a while, but he'd snap this guy. No one could resist Seifer; even emotionless, cold psychology students. He waved over his shoulder, leaving the boy alone with the fiercely whispering sophomore girls. It was a good end to an afternoon. If his luck kept up, Seifer's second year of college would prove to be quite interesting.