The Seifer Theory- The Trial


It's time. He should be here. No, he WILL be here. He'll pass this time, too. He wants to. Hyne I want him to. Check everything: Hyperion at his best, handcuffs, vodka, obdesian dust, shot glasses, glass bowl. Here he comes, I can hear his footsteps, slower than normal but still distinguishable as his. Look casual.

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"Hey Chicken-Wuss." It seems like less of an insult than it usually is, more of a... term of endearment. Strange, not like him. He snakes an arm out of the shadow, pulling me to him.
"Hey Seif..." Hyne... his mouth, on mine... never felt anything like this... He's pressing me into the wall, devouring my mouth. Never been cut off in such a way... I don't want to, but I break the kiss.
"Seifer, I'm here to pass your test. I'll comply completley with what you tell me to do." His steel eyes, blueing with arousal, give me all the approval I would need.
"On your knees, and don't say a word until I tell you otherwise." I kneel down, wondering if he's going to take me, right here. But instead, he hands me Hyperion. He puts a glass bowl in front of me. He kneels opposite me, pushes up his right sleeve. He holds his arm out, over the bowl.
"Slit my arm. I'd also rather you didn't slit the main vein and kill me." I nod, then slowly cut a shallow gash along his forearm. He takes Hyperion back, and takes my right arm. He cuts the same gash on my arm that I had cut on his. It hurts, and I bite back a grunt of pain.
The almost familliar sting of his permenant Fira runs through my veins. He's done it to himself, too. Identical scars, on our right forearms. I can tell he's not done yet. He reaches for some odd black powder and a bottle of clear liquid, presumably vodka. He mixes it into our blood, which dripped into the bowl while the wounds were still open. He casts a normal Fire on the strange liquid, fusing it into a thick red liquid. Two shot glasses are produced from the shadows, and Seifer pours out two portions of this... stuff.
"I propose a toast... to us." His eyes narrowed, dangerously, daring me on. I picked up a glass and drained it, not really noticing that he hadn't touched his. Black roses are blooming across my vision. It's getting dark. ...Goodnight...

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...What have I just done?... I didn't... kill him, did I?... no, it can't be! I'd better get him to my room... I leave just about everything there, taking only two shot glasses, the one he just emptied and my full one, and Zell. He's not cold, but too warm. I run down the hallways to my room, not stopped or questioned. Not even seen. I put the unconcious boy down to key in my room code, and then lay him out on my bed.
I don't see anything wrong... What was it, the blood, liqour, or rock dust? Probably the latter. I needed a thickener, and it had special powers, said the geologist. Wait, what DID he say about it... the weak had a good reaction, the strong had to fight it... and he's certainly strong... I don't want you to have to fight this alone...
I drain the full shot glass that I brought from the training center. Everything goes black.