Doctor's Note: Get A Roommate (CD)

''Well'' Sebastian said, chucklimg as he kept following the girl's hurried retread from the room for a few moments more, finding her funny as he watched her bump into both people and things a few thimes in her awkward nervousness, before he found himself turning towards Hari once more, mesmorised by the almost graceful movment of his hands as he cooked and prepared the food.

''Her eyes won't be fitting back into her skul any time soon, that'' he finished what he was saying before. Chuckling once more he then shifted closer to the where Hari was working, so that he was within the reaching distance in order to be able to speak quieter and not be overheard again. He did not rely care either way, but he did not wish to be interupted right now by someone whi would have a much more violent reaction than a nervous, shy girl.

''Zone out, hmmm?'' he then asked, raising his eyes towards the celling in thought. ''I'm not actually sure I do'' he whispered after a moment or two as he reached the onlu conclusion he could: there were planty of things which made him zone out, he could not deny that, but none of them did so because he enjoyed them; most in fact bored him, while a small procent simply irritated him.

''Does that mean I should strip down if I don't like the food?'' he asked soon after saying that, jokingly, wanting to change the subject, as he was sure that there was no chance of him actually disliking anything that looked and smelled as good as what Hari was currently making. ''Considering that I'm in my jeans right now and all'' he laughed tillting his head as he thoght about it some more. ''Somebody should make a cooking show out of that. I'm sure it would be very highly rated.''

Raising his eyebrow both at how sudden the other man had stopped and how strange his question was at this point, Sebastia pulled his right hand out of his pocket as he nodded. ''Yeah'' he said, reaching out towards Hari and repeating the movement he had accidently done before by brushing hs fingers across his palm again. ''I kind of missed your arm before'' he added, tilting his hand again. ''And I'm just fine. Why wouldn't I be?''

''I wouldn't be so sure about that'' Sebastian said, scoffing softly at the thought. ''She didn't seem like the type to be able to get it off her tongue'' he added, thinking back on the blushing bride so upset by such an...interesting line. He wondered if that also was the Shine, making him hear what was not there, setting him up for disappointment of trying to remember what had been said a few weeks in the future only to find that it was nothing actually worth remembering at all. Somehow, despite everything, he didn't think so.

''I didn't think about that'' he said, his eyes now focused back on Hari's face as he laughed, noticing for the first time, even from a distance, for the man had moved away from him again, a soft golden light filling the green of his irises on the inside, thinking how he had never seen something quite like that before; with every new thing he found, the shine he saw in his mind slowly got stronger.

''It would work better like that'' and it would; he could imagine it too; it was exactly the type of shows that people watched nowadays. ''I could be the host'' he continued, a smile on his eyes growing a bit brighter. ''You could be the cook'' he laughed, wondering if maybe there was a class that could teach him how to do this instead of advertising...

Soon, however, all thought of simple jokes and imaginary cooking shows was forgotten, as the other man froze the moment Sebastian brushed his hand across his skin. Frowning, he was almost going to pull his hand back, slightly confused by what was going on, and by instinct reaching for the power sleeping at the back of his mind, when suddenly he felt both of his hands being clasped in a crushing grip by another pair. Hari held onto him in a way which seemed almost desperate; he tried to speak, yet seemed to be lost for words, tears, Sebastian noticed, slowly forming in his eyes.

''Maybe I should be the one asking whether you were alright'' he said, slowly taking one of his hands back and rising it to the other man's face, brushing carefully the few tears that managed to escape from his face; a tender gesture, something he could not really imagine himself doing, yet the tan, gangly man before him seemed so distressed, he could not help it. Once the tears were gone, his hand still continued to linger, seemingly by the will of his own; he could not remember feeling a skin so soft before...

''Not quite sure about the last one there'' he then said, his voice slowly gaining back his edge, ''Something, just like everyone else here, I'd say. Which really makes me wonder what got you so panicked there. Is there something you want to share?''

Sebastian watched with quiet fascination as Hari let go of his hand, pulling slowly back into himself, until someone much more sombre emerged to say: <i>I wanted to share this</i>

''I take it that was supposed to happen to me as well'' he said after the man had finished speaking, his head now hidden in his hands, his heavy breaths filling the silence falling slowly between them, the rest of the room suddenly empty; where there have been almost a dozen students before now there were none and Sebastian didn't even notice when they have gone. He was too focused on feeling dried out skin of a black, shrivelled thing he had just seen Hari kill.

''I guess I understand now why you panicked'' he said, laying his eyes on the top of the soft-brown head; Hari was still hiding between his hands. ''If me letting you die when I was supposed to help you would have caused me trouble, I can only imagine what kind of mess you would be in for actually <i>killing</i> me'' he said, his voice dry as he smiled a somewhat dry smile. ''And this time, I would be the one sleeping in the grave'' he wanted to add, but stopped himself in time, mostly because he didn't see the point: the other man was obviously distressed enough as it was already.

''I do wonder why it didn't happen though'' he said, crouching down in front of Hari's chair so that his chest was on about same level as the man's head. ''Hey, get up here already'' he said, getting tired of talking to a mop of the admittedly soft-looking light brown hair. ''I would much rather talk to your eyes than your hair. Also, you promised me food if a got dressed, didn't you?''

For a moment, Sebastian waited for a reaction in silence, before finally getting tired of it all. He reached out with his hand, placing it under the other man's chin so he could raise his head. For a second he hesitated, before he finally spoke.

<i>''I could make a man jump off the roof with the sound of my voice''</i> he said, the power which had slept comfortably in the back of his mind suddenly rushing through his blood, colouring his voice with the notes of Seduction; he did not know, though, whether he could truly convince someone to take their own life, his experimentation with his power never going farther than the slow hot kisses in the school cafeteria or under the bleachers where they could be come something just a bit hotter, but that didn't matter now. <i>''And the last person I dared kiss, fainted. Also, I can turn into a snake''</i> He did not know why he had added that last part; he felt, though, like it somehow made his point.

''This is a school of freakish'' he continued to speak once he had felt the small burst of power he had allowed himself fade away from his voice. ''I knew that when I applied. So as long as it doesn't affect me, I don't give a damn. Now'' he added, standing up again, feeling the blood rush back into his legs, making his skin itch. ''I believed I heard the microwave do that ping thing.''

''I'm the most self-serving person alive'' Sebastian said with the lazy smugness of a resting tom cat; his usually bright blue eyes darkened with lust and power as he noticed the look in Hari's eyes, the one telling him always, without fault, that even with the Seduction completely gone the other boy wanted him; all of that, he had seen in a beat it took the other man to continue to speak. Unfortunately, by then, the shy, humble man he had met prior to the cactus killing incident had somehow managed to return.

''I'll give you a kiss when we're done eating then'' he said, tracing slowly with the fingers of his left hands across the skin of his upper right arm, his pupil still swimming in the deep blue oceans instead the usual piercing blue, his control barely keeping his power in line; he had not used it for so long that once he had opened the damn, even though it was for less than a moment, the whole of his power suddenly turned into a river ready for the damn to burst. He was thus moments away of being overwhelmed by his own burning blood and Seducing Hari into something the man might not want to... outside of bedroom. ''Now, feed me'' he ordered, needing something to distract him from doing something he both didn't want and wanted too much to do. Then, however, Hari had to go and say something that would make him frown.

''Then maybe you should. Think, that is'' he said, his voice dropping instantly from lust and lazy into sharpness and sarcasm. '''Cause I'm about as sweet as that cactus that just died. Or about three points under, actually. The cactus has those shitty purple flours in the summer at least. And I don't care 'bout anything'' he added, leaning towards Hari as he said that, having started walking towards thee fridge somewhere near the end of the previous sentence. Opening the fridge, he frowned at the bunch of bear cans sitting in the front row-he did not drink. Thus, he had to lean forward even more, bending so he could reach the water buried somewhere deep within as if that was a drink human body could do with only occasionally. Or not at all preferably. It smelled awful and tasted even worse, especially in somebody else's mouth.

''So, when's the food going to be done?'' he asked, finally standing straight again, the pants which have been hugging his body so closely while he was bent over now falling loosely down to his hips.

''No, I really don't'' Sebastian said, his voice loosing its dry sharpness once more, falling back into its normal tone, his demeanour settling back into something resembling normal as well as he smoothed down his imaginary feathers that Hari had unintentionally ruffled. He really disliked, and would hate with a passion if hate wasn't too much work as well, people telling him that he must like something, must be interested in something, <i>must care about something</i> when for years now the only thing he honestly felt inside was boredom day in and day out, except in those brief moments when something new that hasn't lost its shine yet would somehow find itself in his path, unexpected room-mates being example A of that. He sometimes wondered whether he should simply tell those annoying you-must-want-<i>something</i> people about his power, just so he could explain that that, that meant he could have anything he wanted and the only effort that he would had to make was to try poke at the power sleeping in the back of his mind for a while, until it woke up; then, it was all about speaking the right words and tones. Naturally that meant that he wanted nothing at all; it wasn't really worth it in the end; and thus he was bored.

Hari, of course, could not know any of that; still his comments had hit one spot within himself that Sebastian wouldn't completely protect, and the natural response to that was to be rude; the other man, though didn't seem to mind that much at all.

''It's fine'' he said, casting a glance towards the drinks Hari had placed on the counter. ''Oh, you send servants?'' he scoffed, his mocking tone returning to him slowly; it never seemed to stay far away anyway. ''You should have told me, mine would have done it faster'' he joked. ''You don't make a really good British man, do you?'' he asked then, smiling amusedly at the other man's attempt just a bit.

''Finally'' he said as Hari placed the food on the table, practically falling down in the chair in front of his food. He eyed the food for a moment first, thinking how had he not watched the man make it he might have as well though that it had come from a restaurant. ''You know, you really should think about cooking at that show'' he said before he finally started to eat. ''You would get a lot of naked contestants'' he added, smirking, once he swallowed the dozen bites of one of the best things he had ever tasted. ''So, should I be the first or do you just want that kiss?''