By: Ellipsis the Great
DISCLAIMER: Kingdom Hearts and everything affiliated with it belongs to SquareEnix and Disney. All I own is the plot…
Summary: Sometimes, rules aren't meant to be followed, and promises shouldn't be kept. Seiner.
Spoilers: None that I know of…
Warnings: Yaoi, a little angst (obviously), and I suppose I should point out that this is AU…
Second Epilogue: History Repeats Itself
"I hate everything about you, why do I love you? You hate everything about me, why do you love me?" –Three Days Grace, 'I Hate Everything About You'
"Ugh! I can't believe he said that!" Haven screeched as she stormed past the kitchen where Hayner and I had been talking.
"What happened?" I asked, sticking my head out of the doorway as her bedroom door slammed shut.
"Girl problems?" Hayner suggested.
I turned my gaze on Vaan, our adopted son. "What's got her so upset?"
Vaan rolled his eyes. "Some idiot in her shop class told her she'd never get a boyfriend because she's practically a boy. I think he called her a lesbian, too, but I haven't been able to get the whole story out of her."
"I didn't think that bothered her any." I said with a slight frown, hoping that our decision to raise her as a tomboy (which wasn't entirely our fault, mind you) hadn't…I dunno, emotionally impaired her or what the fuck ever.
"It doesn't, except that she had a crush on him." He said. "She told him about it—that's why he said what he did."
Hayner and I exchanged a scowl.
"Why didn't she just sock the bastard?" Hayner asked.
"She says that would be proving him right." Vaan shrugged.
I snorted. "I'll go talk to her."
Vaan grimaced. "Don't you think you should send Gramma?"
"She's having boy problems." I said. "I'm a boy."
"If you think it'll help, Dad." He said, holding up his hands.
I made a face at him, then went back to my now teenaged daughter's room, knocking lightly on the door after hearing a few sniffles from the other side.
"Come in." Came her tearful voice.
"Hey, chickadee." I said, slipping in with only a brief glance. Gone were the teddy bears and soccer balls of her youth—now the room had a small vanity and a large punching bag.
I sat beside her on the bed. At one point, soothing a crying girl would have scared the shit out of me (hell, soothing a crying Hayner used to scare the shit out of me), but I'd gotten pretty good at it over the years if I do say so myself. And I do, so shut the fuck up. I put a hand on her back (she was lying on her stomach with her face in her pillows). "Vaan told us what happened. You okay?"
She sat up and threw her arms around me with renewed sobs. "Oh, Daddy, it was terrible! He called his friends over and…and laughed at me, and…I just wish…I just wish I'd never set eyes on Seymour Guado at all!"
"Want me to beat him up for you?" I offered even as I wrapped my arms around her and petted her hair gently.
"Would you?" She asked, pulling away and looking up at me hopefully.
I laughed, ruffling her hair. Well, her beanie. She was still wearing the old thing—I don't know how it hadn't fallen apart yet.
"You're just going to have to prove him wrong, chickadee." I said. "Find someone who will go out with you for you, yeah? Boy or girl—you know we'll support you no matter what."
"I like boys, Daddy." She insisted, giggling a little. "But thanks."
"That's what I'm here for." I said as I hugged her again.
"It's not even what he said that really bothered me." She leaned into me. "But did he have to bring his friends into it?"
"You're right. He didn't have to be such a jerk." I said. "And when it's coming from me, you know he went too far."
She sighed, then turned her 'you know you're gonna give me whatever I ask for so just don't argue' smile on me. "You sure you can't beat him up for me, Daddy?" She asked sweetly.
"No, no, I'd probably get arrested and sent to jail, and there would be far too much paperwork." I chuckled, then gave her a sly grin. "But I can still put the fear of God into him."
Her grin widened.
"Dude, isn't that Seifer Almasy?" I heard someone whisper as I stalked down the halls of Twilight High School.
"It is! And he looks angry!"
"I heard he once beat up an entire street gang with his bare hands!" Someone said.
"I heard they had guns and knives!" Some other kid added. "They kept shooting and stabbing but he didn't even pass out until he'd kicked all their asses!"
"What's he doing here, man? Especially looking that mad?"
"I dunno, but let's keep out of his way! I don't want those fists turning on me, that's for sure!"
I smirked rather maliciously—so my reputation preceded me even this many years since my street fighting days.
I opened the door to shop class with more self-control than I usually had, though still with enough force to have every student give me an alarmed look. Even the teacher, a leviathan of a man named Lexaeus something-or-other had an eyebrow cocked at me.
"I'm looking for Seymour Guado." I said.
Lexaeus nodded and pointed at a boy with long blue hair in some weird-ass hairstyle that made me think he'd called Haven a lesbian because he was denying being gay himself.
I gave him a long hard look, inwardly cackling with glee when his eyes widened, and finally nodded. "Alright." I said, then turned and left the classroom, shutting the door behind myself with a soft slam and listening to hear the aftermath of my sudden intrusion.
"W-who was that?" I heard someone (presumably Seymour) gulp.
"That was Seifer Almasy." Lexaeus said. "Haven's father."
"Holy shit, that was your dad?" Seymour squeaked.
"Language." Lexaeus muttered.
"Yeah, isn't he a sweetie?" Haven giggled, ignoring Lexaeus' comment. "He said he wasn't going to beat you up for me, but I guess he must have changed his mind!"
"D'you…still want to go out?" Seymour asked, causing me to scowl.
Haven laughed again. "I told you yesterday that I don't like pussy, Seymour."
"Oooh." People around the room chanted, stifling snickers.
"Alright, class, let's get back to actually learning now." Lexaeus said, but was cut off by whatever else he was about to say when the bell rang. "Never mind. Read pages twenty to thirty for homework—class dismissed."
Haven was the first one out the door, throwing her arms around me with a delighted squeal. "I love you, Daddy, thank you!"
"No problem, chickadee." I said. "You want to go get some ice cream?"
"Daddy, I still have another class to go to." She said.
"How many days have you missed?" I asked.
"Then one day won't hurt. C'mon."
We turned to see a boy with long black hair that was partway tied up by a bandana. He was scowling, but a light blush stained his tanned cheeks.
"Jecht." Haven said coldly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Who're you?" I asked.
"That's Jecht, Daddy. The boy I told you about." She whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Ooh, right. Jecht was the bully from Kindergarten who had apparently started a life-long rivalry with her after she kneed him in the balls.
"What do you want, Jecht?" She demanded.
"D'you…wanna go see that new martial arts movie after school?" He asked nervously, his blush deepening.
Haven blinked, and then her cheeks turned a dark red color that was half from anger and half from embarrassment. "I already know I'm not dating material, Jecht, you don't have to rub it in!" She half-sobbed. "Fucking jerk!"
"I wasn't trying to rub it in, you stupid girl!" He snapped. "I'm seriously asking you out! God!"
"O…oh." She said softly.
"So d'you wanna go or not?" He asked.
She looked at me, and I just shrugged.
"I'm still dating my rival." I reminded her. "Go on, chickadee."
She flushed again, then looked back at Jecht with a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Okay. But any snarky comments from you and I'll ground you again." She said as she walked over to where he was.
"Dodging you is half the fun." He said, a goofy grin spreading across his face.
She giggled, then grinned at him. "Race you to our next class?"
He nodded vigorously, then took off without any other warning.
"Cheater! Get back here, lamer!" She yelled, racing after him with a distracted, "Bye, Daddy!" thrown over her shoulder at me.
"Bye." I called back halfheartedly. I knew I'd told her to find someone who would like her for who she was, but…God damn it, I didn't mean right away! I meant…like…ten or fifteen years from now, when I'd gotten used to the idea of Hayner and I not being the only important men in her life. With a sigh, I flipped open my cell phone.
"Hayner, we need to start thinking of good 'You hurt my daughter and I'll kill you' threats…"
The End…………Again!A/N: No, really, I mean it this time! XD I was totally ready to let this story go, and then Ralph attacked me with this idea. Bastard. Part of it is actually based off of something that happened to my mom—this guy said something really rude to her while she used to be a secretary at a school, so my dad went and asked the teacher who he was, then glared at him for a moment, said 'thank you' and left. XDDDD The guy totally freaked out, and the teacher was like 'I dunno what you did to Mrs. (Insert Last Name Here), but you'd better apologize.' X33 I love my dad so much. But I can never tell him I used the story in a yaoi. He would spontaneously combust and die, I kid you not. Oh, well…so…yeah, love you guys! No responses this time cuz I'm lazy, although I will say to those who don't know that to PM (Private Message) someone, you go to their profile and click on 'send message.' You do have to have an actual account to do it, though. But I think all the people who asked were members, so…whatever. Love you guys, and thanks for EVERYTHING! :loves you forever: See ya next! –EtheG