^^ A New Story! I love Hayner-X-Seifer. It's so fucking cute.

"I was fixing the upstairs window yesterday and fell off the latter, but don't worry Ms. Patterson, it's just a sprain." Hayner lied, rubbing the back of his head and smiling.

Rule One of Lying: Always have no tell signs.

Smile sheepishly when embarrassed, bite your lip and look down if sad, clench fists at sides and look down if angry, turn head to the right and cross arms if admitting something you don't want to.

"You should be more careful, it could have been serious." Ms. Patterson said shaking her finger slightly. "I have to go, but you need to be more careful." she turned and walked down the hall.

Hayner watched as she walked down the halls of the Twilight High, and waited till she was out of sight before he rolled his eyes, God, sometimes it was too easy.

Hayner shuddered at that thought. He hated liars and lying. They were some of the lowest people on the planet, next to murders and rapist-and he knew he was in their company.

And god did he hate it, but like every other person on the planet, he had reasons for what he did.

Hoisting his backpack higher, Hayner walked to his locker. He needed to get out before Roxas saw him, he'd already had to lie to a teacher and the nurse, he didn't want to have to lie to his best friend to. He opened it and began putting his books in when he heard someone lean against the locker next to him.

"Hayner." Came the voice. He didn't have to turn to know who it was. The one and only person who knew his deep dark secret and the only person he didn't have to lie to.

"Axel." He said, taking his skateboard from the bottom. When he saw the redhead flamer didn't leave he turned to face him. "Can I help you or are you here just to bug me."

Axels smile faded from his lips. "I wanted to make sure you where alright. I heard the crashes last night."

Hayner stiffened, Axel lived just three houses away from him, and of course he'd hear everything. Everyone in the neighborhood always did, but seeing as it was the 'bad' part of town- meaning its was the only place where the "Disciplinary Committee" hadn't chased all the dealers and gangs off yet- so no one ever said anything.

"I'm fine. Is that all you came here for?" Hayner didn't try to hide the coldness in his voice, Axel was the one person he never had to lie too, but he was also the person who could make his life go ass-up.

The main reason yes, but I also wanted to see if Roxas would let him give me a ride home."

"He's going to say no." Hayner smiled, and remembered when Roxas had told him if they were going to be together, then no one at school could know, because it would get around to his parents, and Axel being older than him, could cause many a problem.

"Probably, but I still have to try." He pushed him self off the lockers. "You should tell him you know. Him or someone, it's not healthy there."

"Thanks but no thanks. I won't go down that path." Hayner pulled out his Helmet and clipped it under his chin.

Axel's eyes hardened, with a look of disapproval. "Come by my house before he gets home."

Hayner put his bag on and turned his back to the redhead "And if I refuse?"

"I'll tell Roxas, and the police." Axel said burning holes in his back.

Hayner's teeth clenched shut. "I'll be there." He spat.

"Good." His foot steps retreated, going to find his boyfriend.

'Damn him!' Hayner thought as he raced out the hall doors and on to the concert. "Why Cant he mind is own fucking business!"

He slammed down his board before jumping on and speeding away faster than normal. He needed to get out of there fast. God knows if anyone had over heard them, word that the pyro and he had spoken could be on its way to Roxas, who would ask the blond and he was sure the flamer wouldn't keep his mouth shut. His whole life could be crashing, and it would hit him sooner just because he stuck around school.

He speeded down the streets, weaving around of groups of people, pushing off the ground harder and harder, as though he couldn't get enough speed. In the blink of an eye he passed people, who stood dumbfounded that anyone could get that kind of speed in anything with a motor.

It seemed all to fast when the beautiful buildings gave way to graffiti covered walls, and even shorter when he arrived at his broken down house. Checking that all the non-broken windows where still non-broken, and the ones that were still had the wood over them.

Walking up to the house he made sure the door was still locked before taking out his key and unlocking it. Once he was inside the house he listened for the tell-tale signs that his father was home- breathing, smashing, anything- but found none. He was home all alone.

That was the most comforting thought he'd had all day.

He picked up his board and took the stairs two at a time to his room, where he unlocked his door, stepped inside and dropped his board, helmet and bag at the foot of his bed. Well, it wasn't really a bed, a second hand mattress with a blanket a couple pillows that sat on the floor, had a few springs showing and always smelled like smoke.

But, the reason this room and bed smelled like smoke was very simple, Hayner had picked up a bad habit, smoking. Yes, he knew it would kill him someday, but he really didn't care. He was gonna die anyway, why shouldn't he enjoy it?

Taking a cigarette from his vest pocket he put in his mouth and lit it. He took a deep drag and his nerves stop twitching for the first time that day. He opened the small window and blew a breath out into the open air. He could see almost the whole neighborhood from here, and it wasn't pretty, or spectacular of any of that shit. Nope, it was a crappy run down shit whole.

He looked down the street and saw Axel was getting out of his beat-up orange car and was walking into his house. Even from his spot at the window he could see Axels smile. Roxas must have let him drive him home. But he also saw that half of his face was red, which meant Roxas must have slapped him for something, then felt bad and taken the ride home.

He was happy that his friend had found someone to love, even if that person was a poor college freshman. He sighed to himself, Axel would be expecting him soon, he stubbed out the rest of his cigarette and flicked the bud out the window, shut and locked it, did the same with his door then walked down the stairs.

Stopping at the kitchen to put the lasagna that he'd made last night-instead of studying for his history test, he'd passes with a b- so it was fine, but he'd really could have done better- and put it the small oven. Like everything else in his house the oven was second hand also, so you had to kick it a few times to get it to heat up.

Putting in on low as not to burn it of anything else, he closed the over door and walked out side, locking the door behind him. He walked down the dirt covered sidewalk to Axel's house. He wasn't sure why Axel had told him to come over, and he really would rather be at home making sure the house is cleans before his father came home.

He took a deep breath and knocked and the redheads door. In all of five seconds the door opened, Hayner was grabbed by his arms and pulled roughly.

"Ouch, watch it!" Hayner snarled when he heard the door close. "Why the hell did you want me to come over?"

The redhead walked into-what Hayner presumed was- the kitchen "How do you take your coffee?" he called. "Sweet right?"

"Roxs likes it sweet, I like mine black." Hayner took the time to look around his surroundings. A small TV was set up against once wall, with a couch at the opposite and a coffee table in the center. Next to the couch was a beanbag chair that, judging by the duck tape on one side, had seen better days. There where a few pictures scattered about the walls, but other than that was rather plain.

Axel came back and set the two mugs on table before heading down the small hallway. Hayner picked up the darker of the two and took a drink. The bitter drink burned his tongue and Hayner welcomed the feeling. He hadn't had coffee in awhile, the money always going towards booze.

He'd downed half the cup by the time Axel came back carrying a small first aid box. "Strip." He order setting down the box on the coffee table.

Hayner just looked at him as though he'd grown another head. "Strip? What the hell? Oh you better now be thinking that you can blackmail me for sex. You have Roxas you son of a bitch!" He raised a hand and hit him in the face.

Axel didn't hit him back, just held up his hands and said "I'd rather see Roxas strip. But he'd never forgive me if I let whatever beating marks your hiding get infected or you bleed to death because they aren't stitched together. Now strip." He turned around to give Hayner some privacy.

For awhile the blond just stood there, debating on whether or not he wanted to show him something he'd never showed anyone. After a few minutes he deiced, no, he didn't want anyone to see his militated body. "It's only my arm." Hayner said. "Its not really sprained, well it is, but it's covered in gashes. The crashes you heard was when he broke one kitchen window. I was trying to clean it up when he got angry that his dinner had gotten cold. He threw me into the pile I'd made." He said crossing his arms and looking away, acting ashamed.

Axel nodded, believing him. "Unwrap your arm and I'll make sure there isn't anymore glass and clean it for you." Hayner did as Axel asked, and let the redhead tend to his arm.

Finally after about 15 minutes, he was finished. "Thank you." Hayner mumbled, putting the rap back on. He headed for the door when he left something hit his back. He turned and looked at the ground to see a wrist brace. He picked up and raised an eyebrow at Axel.

"Wear it; might make it feel better." Hayner nodded and stepped out the door. Jogging back to the house he unlocked it and stepped inside. Without even looking at the clock he knew that his father would be home soon. He set the table and took the lasagna out, then dished some out onto his father's plate to cool. Putting rolls in the microwave for 1 minute Hayner lit a cigarette, took a drag, and wondered why he told Axel it was just his wrist that was hurt.

Was it because he was afraid that it would degust him? Or was it he was afraid that he could see it and tell the Police anyway?

What would people think if they found out? "Happy go lucky Hayner was beaten by his father guys!" No thank you. He took another drag off his cigarette.

Besides his friends giving him a ration of shit he had no doubts that so would his long time enemy Seifer and short time friend.

Yeah, no thank you.

He had enough of Seifer as it is, he didn't need anymore. He blew the smoke into rings, and had no more time to dwell on the matter because the front door opened and closed, and the smell of alcohol burned his nose.

His Father was home.

Alright! Tell me what you guys think! I should warn you now, this story is not gonna be happy. So if you just want fluff, don't read anymore. If you want a sad takes forever story, then read my next update. That's all.

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