This...is going to be the final chapter for "Just Once More." I did plan on making it one more chapter long, but nothing would happen in it and it would be very, very, short. And stupid.

But anyway;

This one is going to be in Hayner's POV, like, the actual full on "I got off my bike and I heard Roxas shout, "Hayner!"" thingy. :)

Though, I doubt Hayner will be on a bike after this. ;D

Warning: There's a...slight/small lemon thingy in here, I guess.

I can remember seeing his face.

His features had been laced with concern and sadness as he slid his hands beneath me and lifted me off of the ground. I couldn't feel his warmth at all. No matter how hard I tried, the heat I loved wasn't coming to me. I didn't feel any pain either; although I did feel the fragments of my t.v. move around in my skin.

My body was as numb as my mind, my thoughts scrambling faster than anything I'd ever experienced, but I could still make out the emerald green eyes of the person I loved. It's really amazing how something you cherish will always come back to you.

When you least expect it.

He smiled and put his hand on the side of my face, hushing me like my mother would have, and I let my eyes slip closed. A coma was the second most inviting and accepting thing right now; besides the disciplinary leader.

My eyes were closed, but I was still consciously aware of what was going on around me. My mother had been notified, Roxas and the others were probably told and on their way here as fast as they could, and Seifer was right with me the whole time. I'm going to be fine. I have to be.

I woke up in my room.

The white of the walls was still covered by the various posters I had, some of my favorite ones were ripped, and everything else was still in its place. Well, my entertainment center wasn't even in my room anymore. I don't know where it is, but it isn't here. And the mirror that should have been showing me my reflection from my dressor was gone.

And, my window was covered by a transparent garbage bag. That'll really protect me from the cold. And thieves.

I looked back at the calendar on the wall opposite my bed. It hadn't been changed since the last time I looked at it. I could still see the highlighter around the tenth of the month. I would have smiled if the day didn't bring back some bad memories. But...how long had it even been? The memories had played through my mind so many times, I actually questioned the relief that washed over me when Seifer came to my aid that afternoon.

I sat up in my bed, wincing at the slight pain in my ribs and back, and used the wall to help with the balance I would need to make it up and out of the room.

Eventually I made it out and down the stairs, after I fell fifty friggin times. Had it really been that long? So long that my body forgot how to move? I couldn't have been-

"Hayner!"

I jumped when my mother's voice pierced my ears, and turned to look at her. I hadn't realized I was hunched over slightly from the pain until Nathan gave me a weird look, and I attempted to straighten up immediately. "Morning...," I said smiling. Maybe if I played it cool, I could sneak by and get some food. I'm fucking starving.

But, before I could move, my mom placed her hands on her hips and glared at me. "You shouldn't be up and walking around. Get up in that bed!"

Memories of my shouting at her smacked me in the face harder than Seifer could have, and I frowned. "I'm...sorry for...the other night." I whispered, not meeting her gaze.

I heard her make a noise, and I looked up at her questionably. She had a small smile on her face. "Honey, you were asleep the other night." She let out a chuckle. "Oh, and say 'thank you' to Seifer for calling an ambulance."

I held out my hand. "Give me the phone and I'll call him."

"But...Hay Hay-" Nathan interrupted. My mom put up her hand to silence him and turned to give him a small glare. "Let Hayner call his friend, alright?"

She nodded at me after Nathan quieted down and handed me the cordless phone. The smooth texture of the navy blue phone was cold in my hand; a first for mom. She was constantly on the phone and it was very rarely cold like this. It was usually warmed up between her ear and shoulder. I shrugged off the weird looks my mom and Nathan were giving me and punched in Seifer's cell phone number.

I don't usually have a habit of memorizing every little thing about Seifer; I just kind of...remembered it. I do it with everyone's phone numbers so it's not that weird. The other two snapped me out of my thoughts when they started giggling like school girls. I pretty much expected it from my mom, but my brother just sounded like a moron.

I hit the talk button and brought the phone to my ear. It rang three or four times, and I thought that maybe he had turned his phone off, and then I heard a small click. "Yeah?" His voice was calm; a surprising feat for Seifer. His voice did pick up his usually bitter tone, though, when he said, "What do you want, chicken?"

A smirk found its way onto my lips and I tried to turn away from the other two idiots before they could see anything. "I called to say thanks but I think I'm going to wait until you're not acting like a jackass to say it."

I heard him laugh. "Yeah, you sure sound like you're back to your old self as well."

I chuckled a bit, but didn't say anything more to him. I had too much on my mind. First of all, I just got out of the hospital not long ago and Seifer is the first person I called to talk too. And I was excited to talk to him. Secondly, I feel like I should apologize to him for something I don't even think I've done.

I swallowed and looked back to my mom, who was looking quite frantic because of the silence between the four of us, and said, "Thanks for saving me."

Another silence blessed my ear as I frowned a bit. "I think he just hung up on me."

My mother clapped her hands together, like she always did when she got excited, and I gave her a strange look. She's definitely up to something; I know that much. But what she's up to is what has me stumped. My eyes remained on her, periodically looking over to Nathan, too, and I made my way to hang the phone back up on the charger.

Before I had the chance to put it down, a hand grabbed mine and pulled the phone back to my ear. "Don't hang up if I haven't finished talking to you, chickie."

I swallowed and felt my face light up like a candle. His touch was as warm as ever and his breath was hot against my ear. It's been so long since I last felt this way; like I needed him. My heart began to beat faster and faster, slowing down a bit and getting faster again, as I turned to face him. "Who let you in?" I asked, my voice nothing shy of a whisper.

He chuckled and moved his phone closer to his mouth so he could talk into it better. "No one had to."

I turned away from him again, facing my mother, and asked, "How long has he been here?"

My mother just smiled; apologetically, of course. "I would have told you sooner...," she trailed off, pulling as much of her apron as possible into her fists and tugging at it nervously. "But, you know, you haven't exactly been awake for-"

"For all month long!" Nathan shouted, finishing my moms sentence in a little kid way. He just kept smiling at me like I was supposed to say 'Good boy, Nathan! Here's your Scooby Snack!'

But, instead, some part of me wanted to freak out. Some part of me wanted to just vent out all my frustration on some poor innocent object. But I controlled myself and looked from Nathan, to my mom, to the hand made, pictures-of-me-and-Nathan-glued-to-a-piece-of-paper, calendar. The bright red word "November" stood out much more than anything else and I looked back to my mom for reassurance.

"Today...," she began, focusing on the calendar and not on me. "...is the twenty fifth of November, Hayner. You were released from the hospital on the fifteenth of this month. They said you were in good condition, but Seifer stayed here to make sure you were alright while I went to work and Nathan had gone to school.

"Of course, I was worried about you the whole time. I called every little while just to make sure you where still breathing. Nathan even faked sick the other day so he could come home and stay with you." Her tone was soft and steady, at first, but I heard her fight to catch her breath when she uttered out those last words.

"What...," I questioned, not lifting my gaze from the floor. "the hospital doesn't like keeping sick patients there anymore?"

I could feel Seifer's chest against my back as he grabbed my fists. He shut his cell phone off and took the cordless phone from my hand to put it back on the charger, all the while whispering, "You need to calm down, Hayner."

Something made me snap, though, and I pulled away from him and moved toward the front door. "No! I'm sick and tired of this shit! I'm going to go and complain to the hospital!"

It was a stupid reason to leave my house, but I felt like I had to just get out of there and walk. Not really to the hospital; not really to anywhere in particular. I just wanted to walk.

I stormed out of the house, faster than I'd moved in a while, and took off for the sandlot. It's a typical place for me to run too, yeah, but there's nowhere else for me to go. Is there even a place in Twilight Town where no one would-

I stopped, just at the end of my driveway, and looked back at the front door. No one had come out yet. No one would come out until I ran. No one would think to look for me...not at that creepy mansion. It was only a short run from here; I'd be there in less than ten minutes.

I didn't think twice about running to the mansion. My legs pushed me forward with a fierce strength, so much to outweigh my drifting thoughts, and my lungs filled with crispy fall air. The streets were quiet and glazed with red and orange colors from the fallen leaves. Trees were stripped of their life and the wind against my cheeks was growing colder with every step I took toward the abandoned mansion.

Winter is coming earlier than expected this year.

Even when the snow was falling, the glittering sunset held its usual position in the sky. Children ran around without a care in the world; not really ever even knowing what was really in the snow they guzzled down. Idiots. If I had the right to tell them what not to do, eating snow would be strictly banned from Twilight Town.

Especially when they think the best snow to eat is the packed snow that was pushed down by someone's foot.

I closed my eyes for just a second and stopped running. My lungs were burning and my legs felt like that nasty jello gunk. I had already made it to the opening in the gigantic wall that lead to the woods that brought you to the mansion. People walked by me without saying a word, one woman gave me a look of concern, as I took my turn into the broken wall.

The woods were fifty time colder than the streets out there, making me wish I'd changed out of my tanktop and pajama shorts, but I continued on to the mansion. It was only about twenty steps from the woods' entrance; if you knew the way to go.

Roxas, Pence, and I came up here a lot over the summer while Olette waited at the opening. She said something about how "mansions creeped her out" or something like that. She'd been up there before; it's not like she'd never seen it. She just decided to look ten times sketchier than we did and waited outside.

We always came up here to catch Seifer and his "buddies" smoking and drinking. I remember one time, I ran away from home and came up here and he was here with Rai, Fuu, and two other people I didn't know. He had been drinking, to the point where a child could pick out how drunk he actually was, and he was taking Rai's medication with the alcohol. Fucking idiot.

But, somehow, he remembered everything that had happened that day, a side effect from the medication maybe, even me coming up there crying my eyes out about how life was completely unfair and I hated everyone. No, I am not an emo kid...usually.

But he still remembered it. Which brings me to a problem now; if he remembered that I came up here the last time I ran away, then he'll be back up here to look for me.

I ran to the mansion's gate and cussed out the lock. No one lives here. No one has lived here for, like, twenty thousand years. Why would anyone lock it?

Well, it could have been the cops. They could have locked it to keep stupid kids out on Halloween. But they could take it off afterward or something. For the stupid kids that need to hide out after Halloween.

A small opening around the corner of the large fence/wall thing caught my eye and I ran over to it to see if I could fit through it. Luckily, it was big enough for me to fit through it.

I slipped through, cursing when my finger caught on a sharp edge of the wall, and made my way to the front door of the old building. I'd never actually been inside before; just around the front gate and one time around the back. It was huge. And it was old. It could collapse on me any minute. I guess I'll hide upstairs for a while.

I pushed the large red door open and looked around inside before I actually stepped in. There were pieces of the ceiling and walls everywhere. Everything had been covered in a thick layer of dust; from the smallest piece of rubble to the twin staircases on the opposite sides of the large room. Small statues had been placed in almost every corner of the room, aligned up the stairs and on the ends of the railings, and there were strange pictures hanging on the walls, too.

They were all faded and the glass in their frames had been broken, so I couldn't tell what they were. The statues were all shaped as elegant horse heads, encrusted with small fake jewels. There was one door on the right hand side of the room that was slightly opened, while its twin on the left was closed and blocked off by broken painting statues and crumpled paintings.

"Great...," I whispered, looking around the room. "this place is just a magnet for dust related sicknesses. Great choice in a hideout place, Hayner."

I made my way over pieces of wall and ceiling and went up the stairs on my left. They were in perfect condition; like they'd never been used before at all. Come to think of it, besides the rubble and dust, this place looked like it was built and then left here for dead. Like no one ever lived here at all.

Whatever; I've got to find a place to hide before someone shows up.

When I got to the top of the stairs I opened up the door and peered inside. The room was completely white; I'd stand out like a five year old going into a movie rated R. Hopes for that room shattered, I continued on down the, sort of, hallway. It was a small pass between both staircases that had its own collection of statues and paintings.

I'd only gotten halfway across when the front door clicked open. Some part of me completely freaked out and I threw myself down on the floor and backed up against the wall. Naturally, Seifer, Rai, and Fuu were the ones that walked in.

"Alright, split up." Seifer commanded, voice cracking and full of anger. "We have to find him. Now."

"Why's he so important, y'know?" Rai asked, flinching when Seifer glared at him. "I-I just mean...you never really cared about him before...y-y'know?"

Seifer moved over to tower above his dimwitted friend. "Don't EVER say I don't care about Hayner. Believe it or not, he's mine. And I'm not giving him up, dammit."

My heart pounded in joy and a smile lit up my face at his words. I wanted to jump up and shout "I'm right here!" Then we could go back to my house and stay together forever. We'd be one of those retarded classic love stories.

I shook my head and looked over the railing. Seifer had gone into the door on the right while Rai and Fuu attempted to move the paintings and statues from in front of the door on the left. I crawled over to the door that I hadn't gone into before, the one over the room where Seifer was, jumping when I heard Seifer shout. "Idiots. Even if he did go in there, there's no way he could've gotten all that stuff in front of the door from the other side."

Rai and Fuu realized their temporary stupidity and moved to go up the stairs next to them. Seifer hesitated coming up the stairs, giving me the perfect chance to get into the other room, as he watched Rai and Fuu go into that freaky white room.

I slipped into what I figured out was the library and held my breath in the corner of the room. Footsteps were coming closer, making me try to pull my knees in to my chest more and more, and closer until the door slowly slid open.

My teeth ground together and my fists clenched up as I slid my eyes shut and buried my face in my drawn up knees. This was it; Seifer's going to beat the shit out of me for running from the house and hiding out here for a half an hour. When nothing happened, I looked up and saw the confused face of Rai.

"What are you doing in here, y'know?" he asked. I couldn't help but look around him to make sure Seifer wasn't there. He turned, too, and said, "They aren't coming, y'know?"

"Rai, is he in there?" I heard Seifer shout. He never came in, but his voice was extremely close.

Rai looked down at me and I shook my head furiously at him, putting my finger to my lips to shush him when he stuttered out, "H-He's not here, y'know?"

I smiled and gave him a thumbs up as he walked out of the library. I'll have to remember to thank him for this later.

He closed the door on his way out and I heard them, or maybe it was just Seifer, stomp down the stairs. Their voices started to distance themselves from me and then I heard the front door slam shut. I felt relieved; Seifer wasn't going to kill me anymore or, at least, not right this minute.

I stood and made my way to the door with a strangely heavy heart. It was telling me not to go out there yet; like they hadn't left. But I didn't exactly listen. I opened the door and looked out to see nothing but the awful paintings. I'm pretty sure they're gone. But, just in case, I looked down the stairs and into the large greeting hall. Much to my liking, it was empty.

I slowly went down the nearby set of stairs and looked out to the sliding door that led to the backyard. It was dusty, too, and opened slightly. As I got closer, I could see a handprint in the layer of dust. My eyes grew wide in alarm and I backed away from the door.

Someone else was inside.

I turned and looked toward the front door. The large red door was no longer an option. The person that had broken in was standing at the door, cloaked in black, facing me. My eyes grew hazy, fogged by tears of fear and want, as I backed away from the stranger. I wanted Seifer back here. I wanted him to come take me home.

I should have gone with him.

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed at them ferociously. My eyes were stinging from the dust but I opened them again anyway, to see that the stranger had gone. My heart leapt from my chest and came back, the action repeating until I ran toward the front door, making me gasp for air.

I'd never been so scared of anyone, or anything, in my life. I don't think falling from my window scared me this badly. I pulled the red door open and ran out of the mansion as fast as my legs would allow me to, and crashed into the person I'd wanted to see the most.

He slid back a bit at the impact but was still standing when I looked into his emerald eyes. "So. You really were here that whole time."

A smirk lit up his face, complimenting his features beautifully, and I couldn't help but hug him. "Seifer...I'm sorry..." I whispered, relaxing when his arms found their way around me. I felt so much safer in his arms than anywhere else in the world.

"You need to get your ass home, chickie." he chuckled, lifting my face. "Your mother is worried sick."

I swallowed and took a deep breath. It's been a long time since he and I were alone together like this. "We'll...get back to her soon." I said, pushing his beanie off of his head.

A real smile lit up his face this time as my fingers moved through his hair. "What are you implying?"

I pushed myself closer to him and kissed him gently. His hands slid up underneath my tanktop and I shuddered, my lips parting to let out a small breath of air. My eyes slid closed and opened up again as I whispered, "Just...once more?"

His smile faded and he looked around like someone was watching or something, and then smiled at me again. His lips had attacked mine in a rough, but sweet, kiss, as he whispered back, "Just once more."

My shirt had come off at the same instant his did; his hands caressing me constantly. His lips attached themselves to my neck and chest as he bit and sucked at my skin, whenever he felt like doing so, and I gasped. He was more passionate than last time, my first mental note taken, and he was more careful, too.

He removed my shorts next, tossing them away with the rest of our discarded clothing items, smiling at my blue and white striped boxers. A tinge of red colored my cheeks as he came back up to kiss my lips while rubbing the inside of my thighs.

He didn't do that last time; my second mental note.

He moved quickly, laying me down on the ground and removing my boxers, removing the rest of his clothes as well in one swift motion. He didn't pause to look at my exposed body like last time, either, he just moved down to take my erection into his mouth.

He moved faster and faster, pumping me all the while, until my back arched and I came. It had been so long since we did this that I just exploded into his mouth after not even a minute of him sucking me off.

How wonderful.

He lifted me up and set me on his lap, I gasped when I felt how hard he was, too, and he kissed me again. His tongue was as warm as ever as he slipped it between my lips and let it dance with my own. It was such an arousing feeling and it got to me every time.

He smiled, realizing what he was doing to me, and moved to position himself. "Ready?" he asked, voice laced with passion and lust.

No, I was not ready. What in the world was he thinking, moving so quickly? We hadn't done anything like this in almost two months and he's already ready to just push into me? Does he not care about how painful this will be for me?

He took my expression into account and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I glared at him weakly. "Do you know how bad this is going to hurt me?"

He looked down at the ground next to him for a minute or so and then looked back at me. He didn't even answer my question, he just put me back down on the ground and moved to get all of his clothes. After he was fully dressed, he grabbed my clothes and threw them at me.

"Get dressed," he said angrily. "I'm taking you back to your mommy, chickenwuss."

I, mentally, crumpled up my mental notes and, mentally, smacked myself in the face. I didn't mean to make him mad; I never mean it. It just happens.

I pulled my boxers and my shorts on, and hesitated when I got to my shirt. A small spot of red stood out and I looked back at my index finger. I forgot I cut it open. It was probably fucking infected, too. That's all I need. I'll be sick and in a coma again because I cut my finger trying to sneak into an abandonded mansion.

Seifer came back over and took the shirt from my hand and kneeled onto the ground behind me. "Arms up," he said, preparing my shirt for its takeover of the upper half of my body. When I didn't comply, he sighed and lifted them up for me.

He was angry.

And I really hate when he's angry with me.

Seifer took me home and then went back to his house.

He was too angry to say anything the entire way home, so I didn't say anything to him either.

I got in the shower when I got home, after explaining to my mom where I was and how sorry I felt, and then made my way straight to my room. How are things going to be between us now, I wonder. Will he ever even talk to me again...or acknowledge me for that matter?

His words echoed through my head over and over again as my mind drifted back to the mansion. All I can remember is being with him. All I can remember is wanting to be part of him again. All I want to forget are the words that won't leave me alone.

Just once more.

Was he absolutely serious when he said it? That was our last time...and we didn't even finish?

Maybe if I'm lucky...no. I'm not. Nor will I ever be. I have worse luck than Roxas, and he breaks at least one bone in his body every school year.

"Hayner!" my mom called. "Someone's here to see you!"

I sat up in my bed and looked at my alarm clock. It was almost nine at night, for Christ's sake.

I pulled myself from bed and dragged my feet across the hall so I could look out over the railing.

Seifer stood in the middle of the living room wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and his hair was combed back. Just like on my birthday. He smiled up at me from his spot and said, "Once more?"

A smile blessed me as I nodded. "Yeah...just once more."

Uhm...the ending really sucked.

xD

Well, I didn't like it, anyway, but I don't feel like going back and changing it; everyone's been waiting for this chapter, so here it is.

Done and done.

Yep. Seifer and Hayner stayed together forever, Seifer admitted he'd never even hated Hayner, and the way I expressed Hayner throws him completely OOC.

Oh welllls. :)

Love it, hate it, either way you're thinking about the last chapter of Just Once More.

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-Kisan Lee ~.^