Clouds, little clumps of condensation that litter a sky. Sometimes those clouds become dark, and they let tears rain out over a land. Other times they are hardly even there. Life is like a cloud in many ways, it starts out as a tiny thing until it blooms into huge hurricane then back down to a single drop, repeating a process over years until finally it truly does dry up. So what's the point of fighting to try and break a system that's been set in stone for years? Who knows, but we all do it, some more then others. Some don't feel like cooperating with destiny at all, Seifer Almasy being one of them.

A small buzz rang from an alarm clock set a bit early on purpose. Seifer was not a morning person, and had to reluctantly pull himself out of his bed before walking to turn the alarm off. The alarm was set away from his bed for a reason. If it was on his bedside table, the pale blues eyed blonde would have quickly pressed the snooze and would have never awoken for school. A yawn escaped through the lips of the boy as he trudged towards his closet to grab the robe that hung on it. He pulled it on slowly, still half asleep, and tried to not fall over as he opened the door to his room.

There weren't any sounds of coffee cups being set carefully down, or new papers being ruffled, or even a frying pan sizzling on the stove. There wasn't anybody else in the small apartment to have made those sounds. The blonde had lived alone for quite some times now ever since his father had gone off to fight in some war or another. Or, at least, that's what his father had claimed he was doing. Though a very un likely story this was, he was most likely in some foreign land doing drugs and sleeping with random woman nightly. Ever since his mother died, his father had become even more of a druggie and sex addict.

Seifer didn't care much. His father had hardly been there anyway, he was actually very thankful for his morning of silence. He rubbed the final hint of sleep out of his eyes before making his way to the fridge. He glanced at the expiration date on a carton of milk before pouring it in a bowl along with some cinnamon toast crunch. Cereal was an easy breakfast to make and was quick to eat, though it seemed allot of people his age didn't even bother to eat breakfast. After all, it was six in the morning, who would be hungry then; Seifer's stomach growled at him and he quickly took a spoon full up to his lips, apparently Seifer was.

After quickly finishing his cereal the blonde flipped the switch on the tv and silently watched the news. It was part of his daily rutine, though he had no idea why. The news did nothing but remind him of how depressing the world truly was. The drowsy blonde watched with mild interest as the hostess talked about the recent kidnap of a small girl, the murder of another, and a few other random stories. After that, the hostess was replaced by a weather man who forecasted a rather chilly day. Glancing out his window, Seifer realized that a fresh coat of snow coated the ground. He let out a sigh, not looking forward to his short, but cold, trek to school.

A few hours later, Seifer found himself in a lunch line flanked by his two dating counter parts, Rai and Fuu. "Heh, look what the cat dragged in, yah know?" Rai said suddenly, Seifer followed his gaze until his eyes fell upon a shorter honey eyed blonde around a year younger then him. A smirk crossed Seifer's face. He wasn't exactly sure why he always taunted the younger boy named Hayner. Yet he always looked forward to seeing the slight pink tinge he caused to the boys features. It was weird how such a simple thing could make his day.

"Hey, chickenwuss!" He called to the other boy who instantly cringed.

"What do you want, Seifer, my lunch money? What are you five?" Hayner spit back instantly. Seifer watched as the boys jaw clenched, the act making his smirk grow wider.

"And here I thought we could have a civil conversation." Seifer replied sarcastically. "To bad your busy showing off to your girlfriend." he added with a condescending glare. The pink tinge started to show on the younger boys cheeks at the remark.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Hayner's fists clenched to mach his jaw. The boy obviously tired of there daily routine.

"Oh really? What then? are you gay?" Seifer said same sarcasm drenching his words. This time a full blown red covered Hayner's cheeks, shocking Seifer a bit.

"Buzz off jackass!" Hayner yelled at him, head turned to the side to hide his blushing face. Seifer's smirk turned to a full blown grin at the statement. He chuckled to himself, his eyes unable to tear away from the boys blushing face. What was it about Hayner that always made Seifer think about him? Seifer brushed the thought away, he didn't always think about Hayner, did he?

The older blonde eyes narrowed in confusion as he realized the boy did litter almost all of his thoughts. He quickly turned back on his condescending demeanor before giving off his last statement.

"Better not chicken out of the preliminaries, Lamer, or I just might make you regret it for the rest of your life." With that, he turned with a laugh and walked through the cafeteria doors. School was coming to a close, exams being held next week, and the Struggle preliminaries after that. Seifer attempted to break his mind away from the younger blonde but soon realized he couldn't. How had he not realized this before?

The soft reddening on the boys cheeks, the slight shine of the gel the boy put in his hair, even the soft texture of the boys lips, he thought about them all. He shook his head a bit, as if that would help shake the boy from his mind, before bringing up a hand to massage the scar placed diagonally across the bridge of his nose. It was a movement he did when frustrated, though he didn't know why he was getting worked up about this. How could some Lamer riddle his thoughts? It defiantly pissed the blonde off.

The rest of the school day passed by quickly but did little to calm down the older blonde. The word cute had popped into his mind during seventh along with the blushing face of Hayner. 'Cute? Cute? I do not think he's cute.' Seifer ridiculed himself in his head on his walk home. He clutched his coat firmly around himself to shield him from the cold. Once inside his small apartment, Seifer eased himself into his couch and pressed the palms of his hands to his temple. He let out an exasperated sigh and flicked on the television. He immediately regretted the decision as a Struggle commercial flashed across the screen. Images of Hayner pinned down as Seifer threw hits at him to gain struggle point filled his mind and he pressed harder to his temples. "Get out of my head lamer!" Seifer said aloud to himself. He stood up from his couch and walked into his bathroom. He flipped on the shower spicket and eased out of his clothes waiting for the water to warm itself. He easily relaxed in the shower letting his mind only think of the task at hand and the warm water over his skin.

Once finished with his shower, the blonde re clothed him self and left his apartment. He decided to go down to the sand lot for some fresh air. He knew that his friends Rai and Fuu would be out on a date therefore leaving it empty. The blonde made his was easily through market street, a route he had walked upon on many occasions, and made his way to the sand lot. He walked over toward the score board and set down the bag he was carrying with some struggle equipment tucked safely inside. Seifer opened the bag and removed his favorite struggle bat. He let his body ease into a fighting stance before taking a couple swings. It felt good to be practicing in the chilled air and it let him clear his mind. There was something about practicing that was very soothing to the older blonde. The tranquility was soon broken, though, by sounds of foot steps nearing the lot. Seifer looked up, a bit peeved at the interruption, to find none other then Hayner enter the sandlot.

Seifer's eyes narrowed to a glare, the second he could shake the boy from his thoughts he had to appear. The younger boy returned the glare and stopped in front of Seifer.

"Fight me." The boy said simply. Seifer was surprised by the sudden offer but was not going to back down from a fight. Especially with a lamer like Hayner. His lips rise to his normal conceded smirk and he grasped more firmly to his struggle bat. Hayner produced his from a bag that he quickly tossed to the side and the two fell into there fighting stances. There was no delay to the start of the fight as Seifer quickly lunged at the younger boy who just as quickly ducked from the attack. Hayner came in closer to the taller blonde and gave him a quick shove. Seifer fell to the ground but soon had Hayner there as well. Before eyes could blink Seifer was on top of Hayner twisting the hand with the bat onto his back.

"Well isn't this romantic." Seifer spit sarcastically into Hayner's ear. The boy struggled to try and get free but was unable to pry the older boy off of him.

"Shut up!" Hayner retorted before kicking at Seifer with his leg. The older of the boys was not expecting the sudden assault and loosened his grip in surprise. Hayner shot up from under Seifer rolling away from him in an attempt to get away. Just as quickly, Seifer was upon him again, but this time the younger boy was facing upward.

"Still not tough enough chickenwuss." Seifer said with a laugh, relishing in the fact that he brought a slight tinge to the boys features.

"Okay! Fine, get off me!" Hayner yelled struggling to get free. Seifer let out another chuckle brining his face closer to the younger boy.

"I don't think I will." The close proximity of the two boys made Hayner's face an even deeper shade of red. Seifer's smirk widened as he realized this, closing the space between them even more. Seifer's thoughts betrayed him once again as the thought of Hayner's soft lips popped into his mind. Seifer's features softened as his eyes truly got a look at the boy. 'Maybe he really is cute...' not even realizing what he was doing. Before he knew it, his lips were touching Hayner's in a soft kiss. It wasn't anything of lust or passion, just a small token of curiosity that soon blossomed into full understanding. He, Seifer Almasy, had the hot's for the total lamer Hayner Aldaine. He lifted his head from the kiss, still in shock from what he had just done, before totally leaping off the younger boy and throwing his things back together. He was practically sprinting all the way back to his apartment. Hayner laid there for a moment trying to comprehend what had just happened. "Did Seifer... Just, kiss me?"

AN: Yay end chapter one, hope you guys enjoyed it, reviews are always appreciated =D