Chapter Four is finally here. Hope it's okay and sorry for the obvious changes in the writing style. I own nothing except Todd.

Enjoy.

Checking to make sure the phone battery was all the way in the green the young spikey blond snapped it shut and stuffed it into one of his pockets. Looking back into the apartment and it's emptiness a shiver made it's way up his spine as he grabbed the last of his luggage and hauled it outside and dropped it onto the copper stone streets of twilight town. The sun was starting to rise and Roxas could feel that today would be daunting. He wasn't looking forward to seeing anyone he knew and answering their questions as too why he was standing outside his apartment building.

Standing was getting old so he decided sitting on the ground would be a better option while waiting for who know's what driven by whatever stranger. Basically his ride.

He thought back to what happened the previous night. That was a close call. Thank god Seifer hated Hayner so he wouldn't go anywhere near his bestie to tell him what he did last night.

All he had to do was just stay in the clear and hope everything goes well. Roxas pulled out his cellphone and checked the time. Fifteen minutes had passed and eight missed calls. This was going to be a long day.

Hayner spent the better part of two hours laying in his bed the next morning. The kitten was no where to be found. Probably running somewhere downstairs throwing up a hairball or pissing on the carpet. It would figure as much with the way Hayner's luck had been. Anymore of this lady life kicking him in the balls and he'll surely bust a nut in a matter of nanoseconds.

Not only had Roxas been ignoring his calls, one of his crazy relatives would not stop spamming the main phone line for hours on end leaving him to practically unplug the phone to just get a few minutes peace before his cell phone buzzed with convulsions with the caller ID flashing: D-FAG. D-fag. Douchefag.

In short his fucking crazy ass cousin. Like seriously crazy. Hayner only met the older(by two years) boy a few years ago when he was 16.

His family was hosting a new years party and everyone was invited. Friends, family and neighbors. Well his aunt and uncle on his mothers' side came into town to see her and stayed for two weeks. His aunt had two children. One was eighteen and the other was fifteen. Instead of the fifteen year old(Louis) kid sharing a room with Hayner, he got Todd as his temporary roommate. He was looking forward to Louis's company because they had a lot in common with books, games, music and hell even Struggle was both their favorite sport. But because both their mothers wanted Louis to have his own space, Todd made himself as comfortable as humanly possibly when staying over at his cousin's house. Maybe a little too comfortable. Todd was fucking batshit insane. To make a long story short, Todd introduced Hayner to his first alcoholic beverage as well as some other 'first's. Things didn't go well after that and Hayner vowed to never communicate with him ever again after they left. He stuck pretty well to that vow.

But now him being alone in his parents house, correction, HIS house, D-Fag was spamming the shit out of his phone and Hayner did not want to deal with any of that shit.

So in short Hayner took his cell off of the night table near the bed and turned it off. Roxas wouldn't return his calls anyway and if there was an emergency Pence and Ollette would know how to reach him.

A few minutes went by as Hayner drifted to sleep. It wouldn't last for long, that peaceful feeling of forgetting everything in blackness before nightmares hit.

Not ten minutes later incessant pounding on the front door quickly woke him up. He dizzily stumbled out of bed nearly tripping on his receding oversized pajama pants as he trotted down the stairs with only one goal in mind: Stopping the knocking.

The minute he opened the door, bright hot sunlight instantly burned into his retinas and he half haphazardly tried to shield his eyes. All he could take in was a pearly white smile of the disturber of his peace.

"Hey Squirt. Missed me?"

Hayner's heart nearly exploded at the sound of that voice.

It was fairly late in the morning now with the clock showing 10:43AM. A little too late for Roxas's tastes. He'd been sitting on that curb for four in a half hours now and his ride was a no show.

He was beyond pissed as he scrolled in the phone book of his cell looking for that one particular number, selecting it and hitting the call button.

Four rings passed and no answer.

"...Hmph."

A few more fluttered by until the answering machine picked it up and he debated on leaving a message.

He decided against it as he noticed two familiar figures in the distance making their way slowly to him.

Pence and Ollette. Shit.

He nervously started to look around him and saw that having all his bags out here surrounding him was a huge giveaway as to why his was in the middle of the street practically. He would be in such deep shit if they noticed him. Thankfully their thoughts were filled with each others faces with how much they were staring at each other.

Out of no where the sound of squealing tires and loud obnoxious music filled the air... and it was getting louder. Roxas nearly saw his entire life flash in front of his eyes as a sleek black Ferrari screamed to a stop not 5 inches from his face. Staring at the bumper of this thing Roxas failed to realize someone was yelling at him.

"Hey little dude! I could have flattened you! What are you doing in the middle of the street anyhow?"

With his heart beating 1,000 miles per minute, Roxas shakily got to his feet and stared at the man getting out of the monster of a car, swallowing out of fear.

The driver looked to be an older man with some gray in his ebony black hair tied up into a pony tail. One eye patch and a few scars told Roxas that this guy had been through some serious stuff in his life.

"Well any way, The name's Xibar but you can call me Xiggy. I'm supposed to be giving a ride to some little dude right around here but judging from your luggage I'm guessing that must be you. Sorry for almost squashing you under my tires a few minutes ago." As he said this, Xigbar grabbed some of the bags and tossed them in the back seat since there was no roof.

Roxas couldn't help but just stare. Not only was he going into slight shock but he saw pence and ollette were nearly on top of them. Jumping into action he grabbed the last two bags that the older man hadn't grabbed and just threw them into the back with the rest and jumped into the front passenger seat.

"Whoa little man. Why in such a hurry huh?"

Roxas just sunk down into his seat refusing to say anything. He looked like a sulking child in the older man's eyes and he began to chuckle. He shrugged and got into the drivers seat, closing the door and turning the ignition key simultaneously. "Hold on tight little dude." That was all that was said before the car lurched into reverse like a bat out of hell. Roxas nearly had his head slammed against the dash board before Xibar rotated the steering wheel, completely turning them around in the most insane U-turn he had ever been in and raced down the street.

All that Pence and Ollette saw was a crazy black car driving backwards nearly killing some old lady juggling an arm full of grocery bags and they both thought nothing of it. Well other then the fact the lady throwing oranges in the cars direction somewhat funny.

"You can't just come in here like you own the damn place!"

"Oh relax squirt. I'm just here to keep you company in your time of need."

Hayner stood at the foot of the couch that his cousin currently occupied crossing his arms and giving the most menacing look he could muster.

"that's just it. I don't need you here. Now get out."

"Not even a thank you for my thoughtfulness? My... you've grown up to be ungrateful. Here I am, weary from traveling so far and you want me gone already. Not even an offer to stay the night for dinner and rest."

Hayner's eyes narrowed at the sarcastic tone in his cousin's voice. With a huff and a turn he walked into his kitchen a few paces away. A few minutes later he reentered the living room and tossed half of a cheese sandwich at the older man.

"There's your food now get out."

"Aw how nice. Shame you aren't wearing an apron, then I would have gotten the luxury of having a nice dessert after this somewhat simple dinner you've given me."

All Hayner could do was sneer as Todd ate.

Apparently what he learned earlier was that his aunt had heard the news of both his parents' passing and thought that he needed some company. Of all the people that wanted to go, his creepy as fuck cousin Todd decided to do the honors and 'grace' his favorite little 'squirt' with his company. The last thing Hayner ever wanted to see was that bastard. He was different from what he remembered a few years ago. He let his hair grow out. That was the most noticeable feature. As far as Hayner remembered it never was passed his shoulders, but it still was as curly as ever. Golden brown ringlets bunched up in the pony tail that fell over his right shoulder. You could tell the freak used salon quality shampoo and conditioner. Probably the fruity kind that smelled like berries and cream too.

His eyes were still the same hazel and his stupid tan was still stupid. The fact he was wearing a suit creeped him out though. He was expecting something more along the lines of a jail orange jumpsuit.

Todd stretched and yawned and Hayner had the most horrible urge to slam his foot into the freaks face.

"I'm ready for a nice nap. So... sleeping arrangements?" As he stood from the couch to tower over Hayner, the younger male pointed to the couch todd occupied moments before.

"You were laying on it."

"My my you can't be serious. Leaving me on the couch? No. I'll take the spare bedroom."

Todd walked to the stair case and looked back to his younger cousin. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I stayed with you in your room though. I can only imagine how lonely you must feel and how scared you must be when you wake up from your nightmares for someone to hold you only to realize momma and papa aren't around anymore to do the job. But... that's why I'm here."

His crooked grin sent shivers down Hayner's spine and the minute Todd disappeared at the top of the stairs, he immediately went to the door and grabbed his house keys and left. No way would he stay in that house the majority of the time with that fucking abortion survivor.

Fifteen minutes went by and Hayner found himself wandering down the streets with no destination and bare feet. He didn't mind the fact his pajama bottoms were getting dusty, just the fact that it was early afternoon and he didn't have the brains enough to at least grab some type of footwear. But the fact IT was in his house should be reason enough to burn his feet on the hot stone until he decided to face the music and go home. Though maybe grabbing a shirt might have helped a little bit. Probably more so then shoes.

He stuck to the shade as much as possible which wasn't that hard since the buildings gave off shadows like rabbits birth babies. Thankfully not many people are up and about at this time since he discovered himself to be near market street. He wasn't generally a shy person, but when only wearing a set of moogle boxers that were peaking over the hem of his receding struggle bat pj bottoms...in public...in broad daylight... yeah.

He stopped to readjust himself and-

"VRRROOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"

He had never been so thankful to have quick reflexes and a strong control over his bladder. He hugged that damn wall like a cat, shaking and sweating with adrenaline. He almost got killed by a fucking car. A fucking speeding Ferrari! What the fuck would a goddamn car like that be doing here!

Wait...

He looked in the direction the car headed in and saw that unmistakable shade and spike of a certain person he knew all to well sitting in the passenger's seat. Luckily the fucking driver stopped a few feet away, waiting for a few families to cross the street. Why not just run them over too? Rack up more points with the massive amounts of children.

Without a second thought he unhinged himself from the sweltering wall and sprinted towards the car. The closer he got the more he knew it was Roxas.

"ROXAS!"

The head spun around and peered towards the quickly approaching Hayner.

Roxas's eyes popped open wide and Hayner swore he heard Roxas say 'shit'.

Roxas wanted to die on the spot. He looked to the street and the mob of people were almost gone meaning it would be clear for Xibar to use his lead foot once more. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!"

Xibar raised an eyebrow at the odd behavior but didn't pay any more attention to it when he saw the street was now clear.

Almost there. Hayner was so close, he managed to touch the passenger side's back car door and see all the luggage piled up on the seats. He furrowed his eyebrows and his anger was rising with every passing second. "Roxas!"

Roxas turned to his right and saw Hayner right next to him, sweating and panting along with the lack of clothing, and lurched towards Xigbar.

"What the HELL Is going on!" Hayner screamed.

All he saw was Roxas shaking his head with a lost look on his face. The next thing Hayner saw was a fist coming straight for his face, and when it connected the sound of Roxas's shouting, "DRIVE GODDAMNITT! DRIVE!" flooded his ears along with the sound of the engine revving up and the exhaust fumes filling his lungs. He stumbled back, lucky enough to not have his foot run over, coughing and spluttering as his nose bled profusely.

"FUCK YOU ROXAS! FUCK YOU!"

Hayner couldn't even feel his feet anymore as his nose took over as being the most painful part on his body. Blood was running down his bare chest and he struggled with just trying to walk straight. Pretty hard with his eyes screwed shut.

He had no idea where his was going. And he may or may not have a broken nose. Just wonderful. How much worse can this day get?

He sniffed slightly out of reaction to the blood dribbling down his throat and winced when his face connected to a hard surface.

Laughter was suddenly heard as he squinted his eyes open to see he walked face first into the struggle board.

"Nice going chickenwuss. Good to know you not only blind other people but yourself as well. Put some damn clothes on."

Seifer. Just the person who always shows up at the worst times. Hayner turned around, wincing as his nose gushed out a new wave of blood and Seifer's face was priceless.

"Please don't tell me you just broke your damn nose on the struggle board like the loser you are."

"No asshat... wait... Broken? It's officially broken?"

Hayner internally panicked and Seifer knew he was on borderline on freaking out.

"I'm not sure. Hold still and let me check."

Hayner watched as Seifer's hand came towards his face and he couldn't help but back up a little.

"Hayner. Come here."

Hayner shook his head and backed up further out of the taller blonde's reach.

"Hayner." Seifer said again, both his hands now reaching out for his face.

Hayner shook his head once more and backed up again but only to find himself up against the struggle board. Seifer was right on top of him as both his hands grabbed his face. He tried to struggle but Seifer's calm voice assured him that he wouldn't hurt the smaller blonde. "Stand still. I'm not going to hurt you."

Hayner felt his head being tipped back and blinked continuously trying to think of something to distract himself from the fact that Seifer's hands were touching his face and that he was so close and hard and how soft his clothing was on his bare chest and-

"OW!" Hayner threw back his head and felt it connect to the board he hit just a few moments earlier.

"The fuck did you do that for!" He covered his nose and stared accusingly at Seifer.

"It was out of alignment so I put it back in." He smirked his usual cocky grin and fished something out of one of his pockets as he stared at the younger blonde.

Hayner's eyes never left Seifer's hand as it went about searching its person until it was holding some type of white cloth and holding it out to him.

"Here. I don't want you bleeding all over the ground. You'll get my sandlot dirty, lamer."

Hayner sneered as best he could and grabbed the white cloth and put it up to his nose.

"Mind telling me exactly Why you're out here mostly naked with a bloody broken nose?"

"None of your business." He pressed the cloth to hard against his nose and failed to stifle his whimper of pain.

"Tell you what chickenwuss, I have some painkillers back at my house. You tell me what happened and I'll give you some. Unless you want to run home to mommy and have her take care of it."

Hayner felt a small pang in his heart. With everything that had been happening today it slipped his mind that... well you know. He could feel his eyes start to tear up and he looked to Seifer.

It was a tough choice. Go with his enemy and tell him his bestie broke his nose for some god forsaken painkillers, or go home and be with that Thing that was probably smelling his pillow right about now.

"Fine."

Seifer crossed his arms and waited for Hayner's story.

"Roxas punched me in the face when I saw him in a car earlier. Happy?"

Hayner missed the way Seifer's eyes had narrowed when he mention the spiked youth. "There's more you're not telling me lamer. Just know that soon I will know the whole story. Follow me."

And so Hayner followed Seifer to his house. It was just a short five minute walk but it felt longer then that. As soon as they both reached the front door, Seifer stepped aside and allowed Hayner to enter first.

Hesitantly he walked through the front door into a moderately decorated living room.

There was an earthy carpet with dark gray wallpaper lining the walls. The furniture was a rich chocolate brown and leathery looking. As he walked into the room Seifer shut and locked the door behind him and when into a hallway and returns a few moments later with a medical kit, painkillers, glass of water and a shirt of some kind.

"Here. These should stop the pain but will make you sleep so here's a night shirt." He tossed the navy blue shirt at Hayner as he set the med kit down next to himself on the coffee table.

The younger blonde just stood there rooted to his spot on the carpet holding the night shirt and three pills.

"Sit dumbass or you can fix your own nose!"

Hayner reluctantly did as he was told. He tossed the pills in his mouth and chugged the water causing himself to choke slightly and watched as Seifer pulled out some gauze from the med kit.

"Now this time stay still, or I'll make it worse for you lamer."

Hayner stayed as still as he could on the couch as Seifer slowly and carefully packed his nostrils with gauze to stop the bleeding. As this happened he wrinkled the shirt he was given between his hands and couldn't help but think of how soft Seifer's hands were since they were once again touching his face.

A few minutes went by and Hayner started to feel a little woozy and tired all of a sudden and grabbed one of Seifer's wrists as he tried to keep his eye's open.

"Ah the pills are working then. Just lay down chickenwuss."

Hayner tried to resist the pressure from the older man's hand on his chest pushing him down onto the couch, head being propped up on a couch pillow but failed miserably as the medication took it's affect.

The last thing he could feel was Seifer's hands on his shoulders and the softness of the couch before he fell completely unconscious.

Woot. Now I've actually had what Seifer did to Hayner as he relined Hayner's little nose done to me except it was with contacts. Wasn't fun.

Hope you enjoyed it. Eeekness.