Disclaimer: Here we go, again. Okay, Squall, Laguna, Kiros, Zell, and all the happy fluffy pink bunnies don't belong to me, okay? So stop trying to convince me that they do, all you little power hungry peoples. =P (oh, and 'duct tape' belongs to uh, whoever it belongs to)

Warnings: okay, this is the worst chapter, warnings wise. Lets just say the major prison cliché comes up in here. I won't say more for fear of giving it away, but don't flame me k? You were warned.

Faery-of-fiction & Fantasy 101: Thanks to both for the lovely reviews ^^ and fof, please, too many questions! * Digs myself out from under pile * lol at least I know you're really reading the story, dang! Thanks for giving me the inspiration to continue you guys ^^

Redrum: As always you bring up some of the easiest questions, but you people and Zell! Doesn't anyone want him to get hurt or die or anything? Oh well, just read on (and thanks for the thumbs up!)

Mindless Silence: I suppose you'll find out later in this chapter. Oh god, you guys are going to hate me, but hopefully nobody saw this coming ^^

Lei: even a water bottle? Oh wow, this must be a special plot! =D lol thanks for the support Mo: of course you want to read more, it's just that good ^^ thanks for taking the time to review

* Checks* well damn, is that all my reviewers? * Sweat drop* spose I can't put itoff any longer, here goes the chapter. (Don't hate me!)

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Kiros looks too worried. I tried telling him that Zell will be fine if he sleeps with him, and he believed me until Squall left today. The blonde looked so relieved when Kiros offered to stay with him, but he was worried about me too. I always did like that kid, he's too kind. He went off to bed a couple minutes ago, leaving me alone to say goodbye to Kiros.

I frown at his glum look and mock punch him on the shoulder. "Go with the kid, alright? Cheer up already, you're looking too much like Squall!"

Kiros tries a half smile and rolls his eyes at me childishly. "I may be Squall, but it's not as bad as being Irvine." He indicates the letter I have written on the cheap desk. "Whom are you writing the novel to?"

I snicker. "Whom? Well hello Mr. Fancy pants!"

My lover raises an eyebrow at me. "I told you not to watch that movie."

I Shrug. It may have been the tweakiest series ever, but the 'Evil Dead' trilogy produced a ton of good one-liners. Kiros stands and shrugs his shoulders to mock me before wrapping his arms around my waist. Resting his head on my shoulder, he gives me his 'I love you' nuzzle. I allow him to stand there for a minute or so. If I had my way we would stand this way forever, but soon I think of Zell, and push Kiros away. He smiles gently. "See you tomorrow, love."

I wave him out and watch his back until he disappears around a corner, and then with a sigh I turn and head back into my cell. It feels so empty; I've never slept alone here before. I pace around for a moment before setting down at the desk. I turn the envelope over in my hands a few times and eye the name written in my blocky print on the front. I'm such a coward for only writing my secrets in a letter, and in a moment of self- loathing throw the damned sheet of paper in the corner where it slides off the side of the desk and onto the floor. Rubbing the bridge of my nose briefly I stand and stumble over to the standard issue prison cot. A good night of sleep never hurt any body.

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Zell's snoring is quiet and somewhat soothing, but I can't find it in me to fall asleep. While I'm certain Ifrit and Diablos won't be paying the small blonde a visit tonight, I have this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that something will happen. I start slightly as Zell turns in his sleep, and then settle back down onto the concrete floor. Folding my hands behind my head I stare up at the ceiling and try to relax. Zell is perfectly okay. Zell, maybe. It's weird trying to sleep without Laguna beside me. Maybe I should have just had Zell come sleep with us, my mind would have loved me for it. I sigh and tell myself to stop thinking. And then as I close my eyes and drift off into the realm of slumber my last thought is 'tomorrow will soon come'.

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After spending several minutes patiently picking the simple lock I motion Ifrit inside of the small cell with an inward chuckle. It was too easy to fool Kiros, I knew he would feel the need to play the hero and stay with the little snot. Ifrit tiptoes in an overly childish manner and then quietly leans against the wall next to some crappy desk someone, most likely Kiros, managed to bargain for. I look at Laguna's sleeping face and smile tenderly. He looks exactly like the little children I used to 'work' with. Poor old fool never even saw this coming. Slowly and with practiced ease I manage to tie him down without waking him up, and wave Ifrit over. With a smirk he slaps Laguna sharply across the face. The man comes awake with a start, and cries out in anger and confusion when he realizes he can't move.

I come into his view and smirk at the glare. "Don't scream, my friend. I don't want to kill you quite this soon." His glare intensifies, but he keeps quiet. Ifrit hands me my bag, and I rummage through it while talking quietly to the bound man. "I just need to ask you a couple questions, concerning our resident pretty boy." Laguna looks confused, and Ifrit chuckles. I set the bag to the side and lean my face close to his. "You know... Squall?"

A look of comprehension settles on his features and he lies back on the cot. With a quiet groan he mutters. "What would I know about Squall?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh please. I know what you are to him, I over heard you talking to your little black boy." He growls and tries to jump for me, but thankfully is restricted by the bonds. "Listen old man, I just want to know one thing, and I'll leave you alone. How can I break Squall?"

Laguna gives me a look of total disbelief, and with a snort he looks me in the eye. "Are you that incredibly stupid?"

Ifrit gasps at the brunette's bold words. I stand up, quite taken aback. "I beg your pardon?"

He nods slightly. "You want to know how to break Squall? Well here it is, you can't."

I cock my head to the side. "What do you mean, 'I can't'?"

"Squall doesn't care about anything, you moron." Ifrit moves foreword, but I stop him and allow Laguna to finish. "You can't break someone who doesn't care."

"Yeah, whatever." I poke him on the chest. "Listen, I'm going to ask you again, how to break that asshole. You only get three tries to answer, and you just wasted one. I'm being nice to you now, but next time you don't answer my friend here will take care of you." I jerk my thumb in Ifrit's direction. I tug on his bonds, then move my hand lower and caress his cheek. "So tell me, how can I break Squall?"

He jerks his face away from my hand and growls at me. "Listen asshole, I told you. You can't break Squall. There is nothing you can do to him to hurt him. He doesn't fucking care about what happens to himself."

"So that's a no then?" Laguna nods quietly. I shrug, and Ifrit moves in. "Too bad, could've saved you the trouble."

I admit, I've raped many children in my day, but it was always a personal affliction of mine to watch others going at it. I hum to myself and face the wall as from behind me I hear the sound of duct tape, and a brief struggle. Then comes a long drawn out muffled scream combined with a groan of pleasure from

Ifrit. I stop humming and listen for a moment. "Ifrit, make him bleed."

The idiotic man lets out another pleasured groan, and the faint scream intensifies. With a shake of my head I retrieve my bag, barely avoiding seeing what was happening on the bed. Then I start humming a random tune again and lay out my instruments. To be quite honest, I don't expect the old man to answer my questions at all. I lift a syringe and examine the needle and it's contents closely. The main reason of course being, there is no answer. Although I liked his little 'You can't break a man who doesn't care' line, it was something I couldn't have thought of by myself. Unfortunately for Laguna, he is wrong. He himself said that Squall doesn't care about himself, and of course I'd be an idiot to argue that. I flick the syringe to get the air bubbles out, not that it matters much.

I turn around, syringe in hand, and tap my foot impatiently. Ifrit finishes soon after, and pulls himself off of Laguna with a wet popping sound. I wince, never caring much for the noise even when I was the one instigating it. I kneel by the low cot and smile at Laguna. His face has the look of someone in great pain, and yet he allowed no tears to fall. He is a strong man, i almost feel bad about what I'm going to do. But of course, I'm sure I'll get over it. I rip the duck tape off his mouth and his face screws up in pain. His eyes turn to me, and they are dead. Oh well, piece by piece, as they say. I pet his hair gently, and he still can find it in him to turn away from me. I cluck. "Now now, no hard feelings, right?" Laguna merely blinks at me without seeming to care anymore. I sigh. "Don't be like that, old friend."

"We were never friends, you asshole." He spits the words out with enough hate to belie his eyes.

"Oh Laguna, that hurts me deep down, in my itty bitty little frozen heart. Now listen, I don't want to hurt you even further. Tell me, how can I break Squall?"

His voice is filled with the same hate, yet borders on hysteria. "I told you, you can't break him! He doesn't care about himself, nothing can hurt him!"

I make myself look concerned. " So he doesn't care about himself, but do you think he would care if something happened to, say, his daddy?"

Laguna's eyes widen in shock. "How..."

"It's like I was telling this idiot, sometimes one just overhears the most interesting tidbits. You say Squall doesn't care about himself, and I would be the last to argue the point. But the only thing about Squall is, he cares too much about others. I really hate to bring you into this, but I must break Squall." I wave the syringe in his face. "This is loaded with Heroin, more than enough for a significant fatal overdose. Administered straight to the veins, it might be painful. But I like you, you were always a reasonable fellow. So, I figure, administered straight to the heart there should be no problems whatsoever, pain wise. Of course you will die, but everyone will sooner or later, right?"

He gives me an unreadable look. "You're insane."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Obviously I am quiet insane, but there is always a method to the madness. Now if you don't mind.." I remove a switchblade from my pocket and use it to cut open his shirt above his heart.

His breathing quickens. "Look, you don't have to do this."

I set aside the cloth. "Oh, but I do."

"Why? You already made your point! He fucking raped me!" He points his head towards Ifrit, who licks his lips in a disgusting manner.

I roll my eyes. "And your point is? Anyone can be raped, I doubt I'd get the same reaction if I just left it here."

I rub cleansing alcohol over the skin, just for the professional aspect. "Why?" I look at him, confused. Luckily he elaborates. "Why do you want to break Squall? What did he ever do to you?"

"Aren't we getting kind of cliché here? 'What did he ever do to you', please." I control my temper, which isn't surprisingly easy to do.

"Listen Ifrit. If you're going to stay, do me a favor and keep it shut, okay? Thanks." I turn back to Laguna. "That's a good question, actually. I'm so glad you asked. It's not that I have anything personal against Squall." I wet my lips. "It's mostly because no matter what I ever did, he couldn't be beat. Nothing I ever did could faze the fucker. I guess you could say it's a dream of mine to see him get angry, actually, *pissed* over something." I lean in so only he can hear. "And, I won't get caught either. It's a simple matter to dispose of a syringe in here, and they will only find Ifrit's semen. So I'm killing two birds with one stone, see?"

I lean back and stretch, beckoning Ifrit to come closer. Laguna seems so terrified, and I relish the look. He shakes his head wildly, and whispers a desperate 'no' as I raise the syringe to his chest. I smile. "Can't hear you, lovely." And with a grim satisfaction I slide the needle as deep as I can into his body and release the drugs into his system. And then Laguna does the worse thing he can do, something I never saw coming. He screams my name as loud as he can. Ifrit runs out the door, leaving me in a panic. With a curse I yank the syringe from Laguna's heart and flee the cell, the last screams of a dying man echoing down the corridor behind me.


BS: well? Does everyone hate me? Just for the record, I have nothing against Laguna, either. As a matter of fact, I like him a lot ^^ But the plot must be progressed. Hmm, whatever will happen now, I wonder? Oh, and I don't mind a couple of flames for this chapter, if you righteously feel the need to do so. Or just tell me what you thought, whatever floats your boat. * Shrug* once again, thanks for the previous reviews. Laters.