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Crowded Elevator	By : insantics Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: See? I told you guys the next update wouldn't take nearly as long! Having faith pays off! However, don't think that I'll be spoiling you guys like this all the time. I've just been pretty inspired the last few days. Don't count on it lasting long though. Anyway, I think I like this chapter, although please don't throw things at me when you get to the end! Also, I'm going to apologize in advance for the lack of Seifer, but this story has taken a turn for the Hayner-centric.
Crowded Elevator 6
Hayner burst into his first period class, having totally missed homeroom, panting and struggling to keep his mind focused on pushing down his embarrassment at being ten minutes late.
�Mr. Aldaine, is there a problem?� his teacher asked, glaring at him for the interruption.
�No sir. Sorry I'm late,� Hayner mumbled, making his way to a seat next to Pence.
�I'm afraid I'll have to notify the office of this tardy," the teacher said with a resigned sigh. "But please join us for now.�
�Thank you, sir.�
Hayner plopped down in his seat, pulling out his books and trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. He glanced at Pence, who was looking at him with a questioning look.
Hayner opened his notebook and started writing.
Hey man, I know this is a lame way to do this, but I just wanted to say sorry for being such an ass lately. I've just got a lot of shit going on.
Dude, it's fine. What's been up? And why were you so late?
Seifer.
What'd he do?
I tried to talk to him about what he told me, and apparently he's just fucking crazy.
You guys fight or what?
Sorta.
Seriously, man. What happened?
I really don't want to talk about it.
He didn't, like, try to kiss you or something did he?
It's complicated.
What?
Dude, seriously. I'm really tired. I don't wanna talk about this right now.
Hayner, I'm your best friend. Quit bullshitting me.
Fine. I'll tell you during lunch or something.
Is he why you've been such a bitch the last few days?
Don't call me a bitch. But yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that.
It's cool. See you at lunch.
Pence gave Hayner a small smile before turning back to face the teacher, who was droning on about some guy or other who did something that had some impact to make shit happen the way it was supposed to happen so that everything would turn out how it was today.
History sucked.
Hayner quickly folded the paper on which they'd written their notes, and stuffed it haphazardly into his backpack. He sighed tiredly, rubbing his eyes before propping his chin on one hand, the other lazily doodling in his notebook. The blond's head was strangely clear as he mindlessly waited for the class to be over with. He felt like he was on autopilot as the period came to an end and he made his way toward his next class. The weight of the conversation with Seifer was definitely breaking his back, but weirdly enough, his brain was actually relaxing for once.
Seifer wasn't swarming his thoughts.
He just... he couldn't think about any of that shit, because that would mean actually owning up to the truth.
Seifer, that prickface, was right.
Hayner couldn't run forever.
And it was just... Those particular words had struck several different chords within him. Not only was he running away from Seifer... It had also been almost a week and a half since he'd last been to see his mom. But after the last visit, and after seeing her so out of it again, and again, and fucking again... It was just too god damn painful. It hurt so fucking much.
And could you really blame him? After all, it was so unfair. None of it was fair! He'd lost his mother to her own mind... How does something like that even happen? And why her? Why him? He was a good kid... He didn't make the best grades, and he got into fights every now and then, but dammit, his heart was in the right place. Weren't good things supposed to happen to good people?
Fuck.
With all this beginning to run around his head, third period found Hayner lacking the blank state of mind he'd experienced for that all too brief hour during first period. It had now been replaced with an overwhelming sense of guilt and sadness.
And so, naturally, he became extremely withdrawn (where he was usually loud and boisterous), as well as really fucking cranky. He couldn't help but be extremely glad (not for the first time) that he didn't share any classes with a certain blond-haired blue-eyed bastard.
He fucking hated that Seifer was right. Hayner had been dancing around all the shit about Seifer ever since the whole mess had started. And now that he'd been blatantly told that he was running away... well. It was about damn time for him to come to terms with just how the hell he felt about... about...
Seifer.
How he felt about Seifer.
Okay... so...
He definitely knew that he was physically attracted to the bastard. But honestly, there was no one in the world who could blame him. The other male was sexy in every sense of the word � he was physically and mentally strong, and he screamed power and authority in everything from the way he talked to the way he moved. His tone was constantly demanding attention and respect, and his body language was all confidence and ease.
Not to mention that body was absolutely killer. Thick but not bulging muscles were lightly defined beneath medium toned skin, and that ass was just... Wow.
Plus, Hayner had the excuse that he was a teenage male at his prime, and before Seifer had come along, he'd never really had any sexual interaction. So of course his body was going to jump at the fucking silver platter Seifer had lain himself out on for Hayner's consumption. It was only natural.
But the problem really was that it wasn't. It wasn't natural for someone to be so infatuated with someone that they'd been hating for practically seven years. It was... it was just too weird. There wasn't any reason for this to happen, there wasn't any reason for Seifer to suddenly up and decide, �Hey, I like Hayner, I think I'll molest him in the elevator one day!�
The brown eyed boy rolled his eyes at his internal dialogue, making a face at himself.
Well, he had to admit there was something kinda hot about getting it on with your worst enemy. And there was something alluring about how Seifer seemed so determined to have him... Not that Hayner would ever concede to being treated like a piece of property or any shit like that. But, you know, no one had ever really paid him much attention before, and, well, it was kind of... awesome.
So, yeah. He had at least two legitimate reasons to be attracted to Seifer. That, and...
He sighed softly against the backdrop of yet another droning teacher.
He'd always been curious about Seifer.
What was Seifer like when he wasn't being an asshole? How did he act around his friends? What happened when he was with his family? Was he a different person, or was he just always meant to be a prick to everything that moved?
Ever since Seifer had barged through that apartment door and knocked Hayner on his ass when they were ten, Hayner had been curious.
What, exactly, made Seifer Almasy tick?
Hayner's eyes rolled up to the ceiling in a silent confession. So, there were three things that made Seifer attractive: Hayner's lust, their rivalry, and Hayner's curiosity.
Those same brown eyes refocused on his blank notebook, suddenly glaring at the paper as though to burn holes right the fuck through it.
So what did that all amount to? A crush?
'You've got to be shitting me. I do not have a crush. I don't. Not on Seifer, not on anyone. It's just... some weird fucked up thing that's going on, and of course I'm gonna think about it. All I feel is lust and a mild interest in whether or not he's constantly a dick.'
Hayner slowly gathered his things as the bell rang, signaling lunch time. Now it was time to face yet another thing... Ugh. Hayner was getting straight up sick of dealing with shit today. Couldn't it come gradually or something?
But no. He couldn't let Seifer be right.
No more running away.
Hayner braced himself for the upcoming confrontation with his friends by going to the bathroom, looking himself in the mirror, and forcing his expression to appear less pissed off. This effort was almost futile, and Hayner resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to work really hard not to make his friends mad at him again.
Once again, all his problems came back to Seifer. If Seifer would just get out of his head, he wouldn't be so pissed, he wouldn't snap at his friends, he wouldn't feel so guilty...
The blond shouldered his backpack and slumped out of the bathroom, walking toward the cafeteria with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the strap of his backpack in a death grip.
He stood in that god forsaken lunch line forever, managing to grab some decent food in the form of school spaghetti and some fries. Hayner glanced reluctantly around the cafeteria, his eyes catching sight of a black beanie sitting next to a purple head and a hugely muscled male.
Thankfully Seifer didn't look up, nor did he seem to notice Hayner in any way. A strange feeling bubbled in Hayner's stomach as he looked away from the older boy, and he began making his way outside to his, Pence, and Olette's favorite table.
The one sad little tree, for some reason, made Hayner suddenly feel extremely isolated and cold, despite the warm, cheery day.
He shook off the feeling and approached the table, sitting down and forcing a small smile on his face.
�So, guys... What's up?� Hayner said awkwardly, unsure of how to start the conversation that would inevitably leave him irritated.
Pence glanced at Olette before putting down his fork and sighing. He looked up at Hayner.
�Alright, dude. No beating around the bush this time. What. Happened.�
Olette interrupted before Hayner could even open his mouth.
�Did you guys talk?� she asked.
Hayner flinched, shoving down the urge to just get up and walk away. Annoyance had its foot in the door and was desperately trying to push its way into Hayner's mood.
�Yeah. I talked to him.�
�So what happened?� Pence demanded impatiently. �You've been like a pissed off bull for a fucking week.�
Hayner glared at Pence for that comment, but then rolled his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose in an effort to try and summarize the conversation with Seifer without giving away too much... personal information.
�Well what he said about liking me and shit... It really bugged me, y'know? So I saw him this morning when I left for school, and I decided I was sick of thinking about that crap and confronted him about it,� Hayner paused and took a breath, noticing both Pence and Olette staring at him intensely. �I asked him why he liked me... and he gave me the most messed up answers. Not to mention he was a total prick about it too.�
Hayner finished his spiel and slouched in his seat, aimlessly poking at the spaghetti he no longer felt like eating.
�So did you apologize?� Olette asked eagerly. Pence looked at her, a bewildered expression on his face.
�What would Hayner have to aplogize for? Seifer's the asshole here, remember?�
Olette gave him a sour look, which did not suit her normally pretty features.
�He told him he hated him, Pence,� she said matter-of-factly.
�And...?� Pence replied, sarcasm etched in his tone. This earned him a small glare from the brunette girl sitting across from him.
�Listen,� Hayner interrupted, before Olette could unleash on Pence, �None of that even matters because apparently Seifer doesn't think apologies mean anything.� Hayner continued poking around at the pasta, not looking up at either of his friends.
�Huh?� Pence asked.
Hayner finally looked up, letting out a tired sigh.
�When I told him to apologize for all the crap he's done, he pulled some shit on me about how apologies were just words and-�
�So you didn't apologize, but you wanted him to apologize? That's hardly fair, Hayner,� Olette cut in.
Hayner grunted.
�Just whose side are you one anyways?� the blond mumbled.
�Okay, hold up here!� Pence said, waving his arms above his head. �Hayner hates Seifer. That's a fact! That's the way it's always been! And... and Seifer should apologize for everything he's done!�
Hayner flinched again, all his fourth period thoughts flooding back to him... How he'd admitted to himself that maybe he didn't hate the bastard, and that there was a certain fucked attraction for the bully.
�Look, I really don't wanna talk about this anymore, okay? This morning was crazy enough without having to sit here and relive it,� Hayner said, his tone tired and annoyed.
�Fine,� Olette said, putting up her hands in surrender. �But don't think you're getting away that easily, mister.�
Hayner gave her a small smirk, finding her antics amusing. She smiled back at him, recognizing his down mood.
�I still don't get what's going on here, really,� Pence said, before turning his gaze to Olette. �And what's with you, seriously? Defending Seifer all the sudden?�
�I just think Hayner's being silly, that's all. Besides, Seifer's not so bad. He probably has more going on in his life than we think he does,� Olette said, he expression thoughtful. She turned to Hayner and gave him a small, secretive smile, and Pence only shook his head, more confused than ever.
Hayner didn't quite know what to make of that smile either.
�So, fall's getting here, you guys want to head to the beach before everything freezes over?�
The rest of their talking, while strained, was much easier on Hayner's nerves.
Sixth period, Hayner's free period (and the second-to-last period of the day) came about before he knew it. He took up residence sitting on the floor next to his locker, and prayed that the rest of the day would go by without a hitch. He'd done enough �owning up� for a lifetime, in his opinion, and he was completely over trying to do anything else. He was emotionally drained, and his nerves were fried. All he really wanted to do was go home and pass out for five days.
Hayner sat, his head resting against the lockers behind him, looking dejectedly at his lap, trying to relax and let the time pass. He'd finally managed to find a moment of peace in the quiet hall, and though his mind was still going a thousand miles an hour, at least now it was able to do so without the added irritants of teachers and classmates.
Unfortunately for Hayner's little bubble, Olette had decided to take a �bathroom break� in order to hunt him down and talk to him.
He looked up as he noticed a pair of familiar white sandals standing directly in front of him.
Dammit.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
Hayner unleashed the sigh to end all sighs.
�Hey Olette,� he mumbled, looking away from where she towered over him and opting instead to stare blankly at her legs.
�Hey,� she replied before dropping down to sit in front of him. �I know you don't want to talk about all this, Hayner, but trust me, it's only going to drive you crazy if you don't. Once again, you're not telling me and Pence everything...� she bit her lip lightly, avoiding Hayner's gaze. �It's almost like you don't trust us.�
Hayner frowned.
�It's not that I don't trust you guys, Olette. I mean, c'mon, there's nothing I wouldn't do for the both of you and I know that you guys feel the same. It's just that... all of this is so crazy to me. And I know I haven't handled it right, and I don't want you guys to know about everything I've done.�
�Hayner, there's nothing you could do, except maybe kill somebody, that would change what we think about you. We've all done stupid stuff. Remember when I had that ridiculous crush on that one guy, Brian? How I sent him that stupid letter after I'd practically stalked him for a month?� she laughed lightly at the memory, before her expression turned more serious. �I mean, I know that you and Seifer have gotten... umm... physical... and has the way I act around you changed at all?�
Hayner gave her a small, tentative smile.
�No, you haven't. I guess... I just feel really ashamed. I can't seem to control myself around him... It's like I said before, we're either fighting or -� he hesitated at Olette's somewhat alarmed look, �- or we're doing stuff. It's not exactly a good thing, but I don't really know what to do about it.�
�So I'm guessing something other than yelling happened this morning?� she prodded.
�Yeah,� Hayner said. �He kissed me again. Twice.�
�Did you kiss back?�
Hayner felt his face flush immediately.
�... Yeah. Yeah, I did,� he thought for a moment. �I just... I can't help it. I'm attracted to him on some insane level.�
Olette's eyes softened.
�Hayner, it's okay to be attracted to him -�
�No it's not!� Hayner hissed quietly. �It's not okay! It makes me so mad!�
Olette pursed her lips at Hayner's frustrated expression.
�Well, I'm going to head back to class. But seriously, you need to think about this some more. Like I said, Seifer's probably not as bad as you think he is; you're just so used to hating him that you're afraid of what any change might bring.�
Hayner glared at her back as she walked away.
He'd been thinking about it, thankyouverymuch, and he certainly didn't need anyone judging him about how much he'd been thinking because he'd been thinking so much that thinking was just �
Okay, brain. Shut the fuck up.
Preoccupied with his thoughts, Hayner failed to notice a pair of brown eyes narrowing at him from around the corner. The figure to whom those eyes belonged quickly turned away, huffing down the corridor toward their own class room.
Hayner sat brooding for the next twenty minutes until he decided to start heading in the direction of his next class, but as he picked up his backpack, the PA system suddenly crackled to life.
�Hayner Aldaine, please report to the front office. Hayner Aldaine to the fron office.�
Hayner frowned in confusion before shrugging and changing plans, his feet guiding him down the hallway and toward the secretary's desk. He walked slowly, hands in his pockets, eyes distant as he tried to wipe his mind blank.
He looked up as he approached the secretary.
�Hi, I'm Hayner. I was called up to the office a minute ago?� he asked.
The woman behind the desk smiled gently at him.
�Oh, yes! Your father called and left this message for you,� she said, handing him a slip of paper.
Hayner opened it carefully, hoping it wasn't some sort of fresh hell for him to face when he got home.
Hayner-
The doctors want us to see Mom today. They say they've seen some improvement with a new medicine, and they think that seeing us may help her out even more. I'll be waiting for you in front of the school when you get out.
-Dad
The blond felt a burst of hope flood through his system. 'Mom's doing better!'
That thought was repeating over and over in a mantra inside his head as he excitedly thanked the secretary and walked out of her office with a bounce to his step. He couldn't help the wide smile that was plastered on his face, and all of his inner turmoil was, for the moment, completely forgotten.
He was jittery all through seventh period, barely keeping his shit together enough to actually sit through the class. He had his stuff jammed into his backpack at least ten minutes before the bell was supposed to ring, and his leg was doing that annoying up-and-down shaking thing it did when he was excited.
The day was finally looking up.
When the bell rang, Hayner bolted out of the class room like a horse on crack. He ran through the hallways and out in front of the school, where he scanned the parking lot for his dad's crappy blue truck.
He jogged up to the truck, throwing the door open excitedly, greeting his dad with a wide grin and earning himself a rub on the head in the process.
�He kid. Excited?� his father asked, eyes sparkling with eagerness. It was obvious the man was just as anxious to get to the hospital as Hayner was.
�Hell yeah I'm excited!� Hayner glanced at his dad, who gave him a look for the language. �Er... Sorry. But did the doctors say anything else when you talked to them?� he asked.
His dad cranked the car and pulled out into the street.
�Not much else. They just said, basically, that she's been improving... Which was a bit vague, if you ask me, but I'll take anything at this point,� his father replied, features becoming more serious and faintly sad.
�I know, Dad. Me too.� Hayner said quietly.
The rest of the drive was nearly silent, save for a �How was your day?� / �Good, you?� / �...Good.� exchange. But that was kind of always how it had been between Hayner and his father, so the silence was comfortable, and in no way oppressing. However, there was an obvious tension in the car that grew the closer they got to the hospital.
There was a spark of hope alive in each of them, and both were silently wishing that the spark wouldn't be smothered out again.
Let it be known that Hayner fucking hated Twilight Town Psychiatric Hospital. It wasn't because the walls were white and prison-like, or that everything smelled of antiseptic, because, quite frankly, that wasn't how the hospital was at all.
When you walked in, the waiting room was almost like a hotel lobby. The walls of the hallways and the patient's rooms were painted a soft cream color, and the scent of the place was neutral. The floors were all carpeted, except in the exam rooms. The patient's rooms would have resembled hotel rooms, if not for the absence of a television and the fact that all the furniture was bolted securely to the floor.
The real reason Hayner hated this place were the memories. The three years of fucking horrible memories.
Memories of his mother denying his existence.
Memories of his mother pushing him away physically when he tried to touch her.
His mother sobbing
His father's one breakdown, when he'd walked from his wife's room with tears streaming down his face quietly. He'd walked right past Hayner and into the restroom, and only came out when Hayner had tentatively knocked on the door and asked if he was okay. The man's face had been dead for days after that.
His father still wouldn't tell Hayner what exactly had pushed him over the edge that day; Hayner really wasn't sure he wanted to know.
And then there was his mother's far off gaze as she looked straight through Hayner, desiring a world that wasn't there.
Hayner shoved the apprehensive feeling he gained from these thoughts down, reminding himself that this time things would be different. This time his mom was better, dammit, and things were starting to look up for once. Virtually nothing could dampen his spirit right now, even as his heart beat faster with anticipation.
Nothing could bother him. Not Seifer, not school, not the strain with his friends... Nothing.
They signed in at the nurse's table, and waited with baited breath for their turn to be called back. A nurse dressed in Mickey Mouse scrubs walked in and out of the little door in the front of the room, calling back visitors and outpatients alike.
�Wyatt and Hayner Aldaine?�
Hayner and his father both rose quickly, half running up to where the nurse stood. She smiled sweetly at the both of them, leading them into a hallway.
�You're here to see Mrs. Lavena Aldaine, correct?� she asked.
�Yes,� his father answered. �We were asked to come as soon as possible.�
The nurse led them down the hallway before stopping in front of a closed door, resting her hand on the handle. Hayner looked at her, confused. This wasn't his mother's room.
�The doctor would like to speak with you before I take you to see her,� she explained.
�Ah, I see,� his father responded. The nurse knocked quietly on the door, and after a moment a squat, balding man dressed in a long white coat opened the door and smiled tiredly at the man and boy in front of him.
�Mr. Aldaine, Hayner. It's good to see you both.�
�We were told that you've seen some improvement in Lavena?� Hayner's father questioned, anxious to get to the point.
The doctor's tone turned very clinical, and the smile dropped from his face.
�Last week we introduced her to a new medicine, one that has been shown to help with the symptoms of psychosis and schizophrenia. It's only recently become available, but the studies have all shown very promising results. Now that her body has had time to adjust to the medication, we have been able to note a vast improvement in her ability to perceive our reality as opposed to the one she has created in her mind. She is grounded in reality more so than she has been since she was admitted,� the doctor stated.
Both father and son took a moment to take this in, each daring to hope that this would be the cure they'd been waiting for. Hayner was the first to speak.
�D'you... d'you think she'll recognize me?� he asked, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. The doctor faced him, his expression a small frown.
�I can't say for sure. She does realize that she's not at home, and that things are drastically different from what she imagined them to be, but she remains confused as to why exactly she's here,� he paused for a moment. �She's very much in denial about her sickness.�
�In other words, she's still pretty out of it?� Hayner asked.
�It sounds like it, Hayner. But at least she's with us instead of somewhere else. Right, doctor?� Hayner's father interjected.
�You're correct, Mr. Aldaine. I suppose you could say that she's �pretty out of it,� but it is certainly not on the level she has exhibited for the last three years. She is much more in touch with reality,� here the doctor paused, his eyes darting across the floor as he searched his mind for the best way to word his next statement. �However, her emotions have also been volatile due to her confusion. But that's why you're here,� he let a small smile appear on his face. �We believe that familiar faces may be therapeutic, and help ground her more solidly in reality.�
Hayner nodded, and turned to face his father.
�Dad... d'you mind if I go in first? ... Alone?�
His father looked at him, frowning and wary.
�Hayner... I don't know if that's such a good idea. Are you sure about that?� he asked, concern marring his features.
�I just want to talk to her a bit on my own. I... I need this, today,� Hayner ran a hand through his hair before meeting his father's eyes again. �Please?�
His father sighed heavily, placing his hand on his son's shoulder.
�Alright,� he agreed, his expression suddenly very serious. �But if things get too--�
�I know.� Hayner interrupted, shrugging off the hand and nodding toward the doctor.
As the three of them walked down the various hallways, turning here and there, Hayner felt his heart go spastic in his chest. In one moment of hope, it was soaring in his throat... Yet in a moment of doubt, it was plummeting to his gut.
This had the potential to break him, and he knew it.
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