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Crowded Elevator	By : insantics Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: A longer chapter than last time, but not as much sexy time. I hope you enjoy anyway... I hope that people aren't just reading for the smut! nervous Also, if you haven't heard the song/figured out where I got the inspiration for this story, look up "Crowded Elevator" by Incubus.
DISCLAIMER:I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the Final Fantasy series, and am not making any money from this story.
Crowded Elevator: 4
Hayner sat, shell-shocked, dumb-struck, deer-caught-in-headlights, whatever, for at least five minutes, naked and alone in a bath tub. A bath which Seifer had insisted he take, no less.
After five minutes of total incomprehension, there came a sudden burst of anger.
Just who the fuck did Seifer think he was, anyway?! You don't just do and say those things to people, you can't just get away with whatever you want! How dare he, that stupid fuckhead bastard prick! What the... What the hell?!
Hayner slammed his fist down in the water, eyes closing in frustration as he contemplated the events of the past twenty four hours.
He'd gone from being totally ignored by Seifer, to making out with him on the floor of the apartment complex, to... to having sex with the shit head, all the way to being confessed to.
Confessed. Confession.
“I like you, you dumb prick!”
Good god.
The blond boy felt himself sink into the water, letting out a groan. This was all just too much for his brain to process. Between school and worrying about his mom, he definitely didn't need this Seifer mess. As Hayner ducked his head under the water, he thought about how he'd definitely need to go visit his mother soon... Despite how much he hated it.
Post partum psychosis. That's what they called it, but Hayner knew that they didn't actually have a fucking clue what was going on. As far as anyone was concerned, it may as well be that something snapped, and his mum just went bat shit crazy.
Crazy. Hayner hated that word. There was definitely something wrong with her, but he couldn't bring himself to believe she was actually... He just had to believe that she'd come out of it, that she'd come home smiling, remembering him and accepting him and loving him. If he couldn't believe that, then what else was there?
He hated visiting though, because, like last time, she'd look at him and ask,
“Where's Hayner?”
“I'm right here, mom,” he replies, smiling, hoping that maybe this time she'll see him.
She shakes her head gently.
“Don't be silly. Hayner's just a little boy,” she says, looking at him with dead eyes. “Who are you?”
Hayner's heart plummets, his throat beginning to constrict with barely restrained grief. The room is cold and silent, offering him no comfort. He still tries to smile though, because maybe she'll remember his smile.
“I'm Hayner, mom. It's Hayner.” he says again, with a little more emphasis. He kneels in front of her, taking one of her hands in his. But she only shakes her head again.
“No, no it's not. Please tell him to come here. To come to mommy.”
He squeezes her hand more tightly, trying to push away the urge to grab her, shake her, sob into her shoulder.
“It... it's me... it's really me, I promise you...”
The woman with a shade of hair matching his own simply stands, moving away, and Hayner lets his grip on her hand fall. She shakes her head again.
“Tell him... That I miss him. Tell him to come to mommy,” she pauses, turning to look at Hayner, “Why won't he ever come?”
Hayner sighs, closing his eyes in rejection, frustration, and pain.
“He'll come to you. I promise, one day he'll come.”
And his heart breaks. Because maybe he won't. Maybe never.
Hayner pushed his head past the surface of the water, gasping for breath, shaking his head violently. These thoughts were no good; they weren't going to get him anywhere, and all they would do was remind him of how fucked up things were. Everything was all wrong, and so, so stupid. And it was all Seifer's fault.
If Hayner had just... if he wasn't so horny, or something, then none of this would have happened, and he would be going on his merry way down the stream of life. But no.
Seifer had to come along and fuck it all up.
And now Seifer liked him? What? Just... no. That couldn't even be possible. That whole concept just went completely against all things good and holy in the world. It was... It wasn't supposed to be this way! Couldn't Seifer understand that some things just had to remain as they are? Didn't he get that they were supposed to hate each other, now and forever, because that's how it was? Why was the blond bully so hell bent on rocking Hayner's world when all the brown eyed boy wanted was a little stability?!
But then there was a sudden lull in Hayner's thought pattern, and his body relaxed of its own accord. His anger was slowly dissipating, and suddenly things didn't seem so bad anymore. In fact, Hayner was feeling significantly better, emotionally and physically. His backside wasn't screaming at him, and his thoughts weren't swirling in a whirlwind inside his head.
He just felt very... relaxed.
He leaned over and pulled the plug on the drain, suddenly feeling pleasantly tired. As he stood, his backside ached, but it was no where near the pain he'd felt – he glanced at the clock – only an hour or so ago.
An hour? Well, the bath water had gone kinda cold. But how did he just spend an hour sitting in a bath tub? Not that it didn't feel nice. It had felt nice. Until it got cold, and he got sleepy.
'Oh yeah, it's definitely bed time,' he thought, making his way into his room for a change of clothes.
As he walked, Hayner felt loopier than one of Olette's favored crazy straws.
What?
Oh, right. Pain killers. Weren't they supposed to make you kinda like this? Maybe. Well, yeah, obviously. So that was it. Painkillers.
After pulling on some boxers and a nightshirt, Hayner once again pulled his covers up to his chin, and closed his eyes.
Sleep came easily, and this time, there were no worried thoughts about his mother, Seifer, or anything else.
The next day Hayner was still in a good deal of pain, but at least this time around he was capable of walking. When his dad asked if Hayner needed to stay home again, the blond vigorously shook his head and walked slowly to the door of their apartment, backpack slung over his shoulder.
The last thing he needed was for Seifer to pay him a visit again.
Hayner's dad didn't question the fact that he was leaving a half an hour before he usually did. For that, Hayner was definitely grateful. He didn't want to have to explain that he was having trouble walking... and he especially didn't want to explain just why that was.
“I feel like I'm eighty,” he muttered to himself as he practically crawled down the hallway toward the elevator.
When he finally made it, he sighed in relief, shaking it out and stretching a bit to get some of the soreness to go away. Damn but he could use some more of whatever Seifer had given him yesterday...
And then, as the elevator doors began to close, a hand reached in, stopping the door in its tracks. The stupid thing automatically retracted back into it's crevice like a scared dog, and Hayner glared at it for betraying him. Because, well, the other half of his reason for leaving at the ass crack of dawn was so he wouldn't run into the person standing rightin front of him.
How was Seifer everywhere, all the time?
“Morning, chicken-wuss,” he sneered, looking Hayner up and down. The brown eyed boy stood his ground, glaring right at the bully's face. When their eyes met, Hayner felt his heart jump into his throat.
Buh-bump. Buh-bump.
“Morning, asshole.” Hayner shot back.
Buh-bump. Buh-bump.
“Feisty much? Tch, it's too early to deal with you.” Seifer said, walking into the elevator and pressing the 'door close' button. He made no motion to push the button for the first floor.
Hayner felt his heart beat faster, anger and... something else making him bristle. Why did the blood start pounding in his ears whenever Seifer said even two words?
“I like you, you dumb prick!”
Hayner immediately flushed, remembering not for the first time the words that Seifer had said only the day before. He stood there in a confused daze, his emotions scattered in a million different directions so that he had no idea just what the hell was going on. He was angry, flustered, embarrassed, excited, and... and fuck! How was Seifer doing all of this?!
“What, not feeling well? You look a little... hot.” Seifer said after a few moments, the smirk evident in his voice. This snapped Hayner out of his own little world and straight back into reality. He growled, shoving past Seifer and pushing the button to take them to the first floor.
“I thought it was too early to deal with me.” Hayner said venomously, trying to calm his heart and make it so his face wasn't so damn red. Shit, Seifer should be the embarrassed one, not Hayner! Hayner wasn't the one who'd made some stupid confession!
Seifer pushed the stop button on the elevator. He turned toward Hayner, crossing his arms and just staring at the other boy.
“What?!” Hayner yelled, exasperated, turning toward the bully and adjusting his backpack. “What the hell do you want?!”
Seifer didn't even blink.
“God you're stupid. It's obvious what I want.”
Hayner growled, ignoring the sudden heady rush that came over him at those words. He could already barely breathe from the anxiety and tension of the situation, and he could not handle losing his grip now.
Hayner pushed the button for floor one.
“No it isn't! It isn't fucking 'obvious!' It couldn't be any more not obvious! Why don't you just tell me what the hell you're doing, because you're pissing me off!” Hayner yelled, balling his fists and glaring at Seifer as hard as he could.
When Seifer rolled his eyes, Hayner almost hit him. In the next instant, Seifer was giving Hayner this look, a look he'd only ever seen during struggle matches. That determined look. The look that wanted to win at all costs.
The blond pushed off from where he was leaning against the side of the elevator, stepping right into Hayner's personal space. Hayner flinched when he felt Seifer's hand against the side of his face, and he immediately slapped it away.
Hayner felt something inside himself snap, and just like that he was screaming in Seifer's face.
“Just who the fuck do you think you are?! One minute you... you're saying shit about my mom, shit that I can't even control, and then the next you're fucking kissing me and telling me you like me! Do you have any fucking clue how much of a shit head you are? You can't go doing that to people, saying shit like that! You're fucking insane! I... I hate you!”
Hayner's labored breathing and the sounds of the moving elevator pierced what would otherwise have been a dead silence. And suddenly, the doors opened.
Seifer's face was twisted in rage. He shoved the Hayner harshly out of the elevator and onto his sore ass.
“Do you always fuck people you hate?” Seifer snarled, just as the doors began to shut. Hayner pounded his fist on the floor in anger, trying to stand up and halt the doors again. But his body was protesting every step of the way, and Hayner just could not make it in time.
The last thing Hayner saw as the doors closed was Seifer's back to him.
'Thank god,' Hayner thought, stepping into his school building and heading toward his locker. He'd already been to hell and back that morning, after everything with Seifer, and all he wanted to do was crawl back into his bed and never come out. But now he had a whole school day to get through.
He was putting in the combination on his locker when he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned around, smiling in relief when he saw Olette standing there, offering him her other pop tart.
“Missed you at school yesterday,” she said in greeting, handing him the sweet.
“Yeah,” Hayner said, taking a big bite, chewing and swallowing it. “I was feeling pretty shitty yesterday.”
Olette looked at him in a way that told him she was worried.
“I... Did anything happen with your mom? It's just that you never miss school...” she said tentatively, her voice low despite the relatively empty hallway.
Hayner gave her a sad little half smile.
“No, I haven't been to visit her for, like, three days. Everything's just the same as it's been since she was admitted.” he replied.
Pence and Olette had been there when things fell apart for Hayner. When his mum got sent off to the psych ward, Hayner had come to the usual spot in a numb state. He'd told his two best friends what happened, how confused he was, and how much the whole situation just... sucked. And they'd been there for him, listening to him as he told them about all the humiliating times when his mother had treated him like a four year old. He almost cried again when he finally admitted that his own mom no longer recognized him.
Pence had been silent, sitting next to him and just being present. Olette had done the same, but she cried quietly as the three of them sat there, listening to the train roll by. That train and the rest of the world were completely oblivious to the broken heart sitting on a tattered couch in a back alley.
Olette sighed, more than likely relieved.
“So what were you sick with?” she asked, trying to change the subject.
“I... um... I had a stomach thing,” he responded, thinking fast. “But I'm over it now. I'm just moving a little slow.”
She laughed a little, and Hayner couldn't help but smile.
“So that's why you're early. Usually you're running in here faster than a cheetah and still only make it just before the bell.”
“Hey,” Hayner said through a mouthful of pop tart, “If I get one of these every day I'm early, I might just start leaving sooner.”
She mock glared at him. “Just because I gave you one today doesn't mean you get one all the time, you mooch. Besides, you already probably owe me, like, 500 munny for all the times I've paid for your stuff.”
Hayner put one hand behind his head, smiling sheepishly.
“Yeah, yeah...”
He heard someone slam their locker especially hard down the hallway, and when he looked, his eyes met with a retreating black beanie and white coat.
His heart sped up again.
“I'm... uh... I'm gonna go ahead to home room. I'll see you at lunch, alright?” Hayner said, turning away from Olette and heading in the opposite direction of Seifer.
“Um... okay,” she said, watching him curiously, looking behind her to see what made Hayner leave so abruptly. She barely caught a glimpse of a white coat rounding the corner.
Her brows furrowed.
“Weird...”
'Finally,' Hayner thought as the lunch bell rang. He made his way out of the classroom, still moving slow but not as stiffly, and walked down the hall to the stairs, making his way down to the first floor to the cafeteria.
'Since when are stairs such a bitch?'
After waiting in the worlds longest line, Hayner finally sat down at a table with his friends, their usual one outside next to the only tree. Really, it was kinda sad, just the one tree. The rest was just grass.
“Yo,” Pence said, waving at Hayner. “What's up man? You're moving like you've been hit by a truck.”
Hayner sighed, trying not to think about anything that involved Seifer. Especially the sex part.
“I had a stomach virus yesterday, and I still feel kinda woozy if I move too fast.” Hayner said, lying through his teeth. He hoped it wasn't obvious, especially since he was about to dig into one of the fattest burgers ever.
“Oh. Sorry dude, that sucks.” Pence replied. It went quiet for several long moments, making Hayner restless. His thoughts kept straying back to Seifer, and it was starting to drive him crazy. It was like his whole world had been invaded, and there was no way to fight off the intruder.
He glanced back and forth between his two friends, his leg moving up and down anxiously.
Still no one said a word.
Pence took a long sip of his drink.
Olette poked at her chicken sandwich, and Hayner couldn't take anymore.
“Seifer told me he likes me.” Hayner blurted.
Pence's drink exploded from his nose. Olette's fork clattered to her plate.
It would have been perfect if some crickets had started chirping.
Olette picked up a few napkins and started cleaning up the mess Pence had made.
Finally, “WHAT?” came from Pence.
Hayner sighed, feeling his face start to flush. “Yesterday Seifer told me he likes me-” Hayner instantly realized his mistake, “-he, um, ambushed me when I was getting my prescriptions and stuff.”
Pence seemed to be trying to process this, and Olette stayed mysteriously quiet as she wiped soda up from the table.
“He... He likes you? As in... like likes you?” Pence asked, incredulous.
Olette threw the napkins at Pence.
“Well, duh,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Seifer's the only one still immature enough to show that he likes someone by making their life a living hell.”
Hayner stared at her.
“What?”
Olette and Pence both ignored this.
“So what did you do when he told you?” Pence asked, before a lightbulb went on in his head. “Wait a minute... Seifer's gay?”
Hayner shrugged. “Nothing wrong with being gay. But yeah, I guess he is.”
“So what did you do? Did you tell him you weren't into guys? What happened, man?” Pence asked anxiously.
“I... I never said I wasn't into guys.” Hayner said quietly. He hadn't exactly told his friends he was gay, because it didn't seem like a big deal. But suddenly it kinda was.
Pence just stared.
“I – whoa, dude, just gimme a minute. This is kind of a lot for a guy to take in,” he said after a few awkward moments. Hayner nodded, because he really had dropped a few bombshells in the last five minutes.
Olette seemed on the verge of rolling her eyes again.
“So, Hayner, what happened after he told you?” she asked, her eyebrows drawing together in curiosity. Somehow Hayner got the feeling that she knew more than she was letting on.
“We fought for a little, and I told him... I told him I hated him.” Hayner said distracted by his own words. He'd really said it. He'd really told Seifer that he hated him.
“Hell yeah you did!” Pence said, suddenly back in the picture and reaching his hand out to high-five Hayner. The blond responded automatically, raising his hand and slapping it against his friend's.
“Oh Hayner,” Olette said dramatically. “What have you done?”
Hayner scoffed. “What do you mean 'what have I done'? I told him off! I don't want to-”
“Do you have any idea how hard it probably was for him to say that?” Olette interrupted. Thinking back, Hayner didn't think it had taken Seifer much effort at all. “And then you go and say you hate him? Do you, Hayner? Do you really hate him?”
Hayner hesitated for a heartbeat before sputtering, “Of course I do! Look at all the shit he does to me! He talks about my mom for chrissake! I hate him!”
“Yeah! He's never left Hayner alone, and he's the biggest asshole in this school!” Pence half-shouted in agreement.
Olette gave both of them an angry look, and they sat back, immediately weary of her.
“Fine. But think about this, Hayner. It took you this long and it took that much for you to notice him. Maybe you're the asshole,” she said, standing up to leave, her food almost untouched. “You're so oblivious it's almost sad. Oh, and you should never say you hate another person. You don't know how much you might regret it later.”
“Do you always fuck people you hate?”
Hayner shook his head. He bit into his burger, and his head started to hurt. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what was going on.
The day trudged on with three classes left, and one of them was Hayer's free period. He didn't have any classes with Seifer, which was a definite god send, but it turned out he wasn't entirely safe.
It was during his free period that Olette caught him again.
He'd just been sitting in the hallway dozing off when he felt eyes on him. He looked up to see Olette looking down at him, her face looking more than a little peeved. She plopped down in front of him, glancing around to see if anyone else was in the hallway before looking him in the eyes.
“You're not telling the whole story. What happened with you guys? And don't give me any crap this time,” she said warningly. Hayner new she was mad because this was the second time that day she had cursed – a very rare thing for her.
Hayner sighed, trying to figure out what to say.
“Well... it kind of – some stuff happened, and we... um...”
“Does this have anything to do with why you're 'moving slow?'” Olette asked, quoting with her fingers in the air and staring at him hard.
Hayner felt like he was being interrogated under a bright light.
“Er...” Hayner started, then realized exactly what she was implying, “Olette!”
“I'm not stupid, Hayner. Something like... something like that happened between you guys, and now you're confused because it's thrown your world off kilter. Am I right?”
Hayner just nodded. Olette always had been good at reading people.
“You,” she shoved her finger into his chest, “need to talk to him. Not fight,” she emphasized, “but talk.”
Hayner let his head slip back and bang gently against the wall.
“That's just it. I can't talk to him, because he just says things that piss me off. And then I get mad, and we fight. We never talk, we're either fighting or fu-”
Olette held up her hand, signaling him to shut the hell up. The blond couldn't believe he'd almost said it out loud to her. Seifer was just totally screwing with his mind.
“Just talk to him, okay?” she said, before standing up, “The teacher's gonna ask where I am if I'm not back. I'll see you later.”
For the millionth time that day, Hayner let out a sigh. This one was exhausted, and he closed his eyes tight in exasperation. This was totally not how things were supposed to be going right now. This was all wrong.
This was all so, so wrong.
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