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Title: Untitled
Author: nanthimus
Rating: G, probably
Pairing: Hinted Seifer/Zell
Notes: This is very short, and reads like a prologue. Also, I don't think I write Seifer very well. Opinions welcome.
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue.
It was in Zell's amateur and not quite unbiased opinion that Seifer was a jerk. Not just an average, everyday jerk. No, Seifer made being a jerk an art form. A jerk among jerks, a jerk of all trades.
The King of Jerks.
Squall had decided to let Seifer come back to Garden after the Sorceress War. Zell certainly hadn't agreed with that decision at the time, but looking back he could understand. Quistis had helped, explaining how Ultimecia, under the guise of Edea, had used Seifer's desires to become a Knight and Hero against him. Not to mention the fact that she had practically brainwashed him.
So, Zell tried not to complain too often about Seifer. It was hard; the war hadn't changed Seifer much and at the moment he was being exceptionally obnoxious.
"I wonder what kind of gunk Dincht puts in his hair to make it stand like that," Seifer sneered. The question was aimed at Fujin and Raijin but his sharp, blue eyes were on Zell, a cruel little smirk playing on his full lips. Zell kept his eyes on his plate, teeth grinding. He and Selphie had met up in the nearly empty cafeteria only to find that the ex-Disciplinary Committee had had the same plan.
Selphie put her hand on Zell's shoulder. "Just ignore him, Zell," she said, brown eyes wide as she looked at Seifer. "You know he's just trying to make you mad."
"Yeah, well that's something he's always been good at. The only damn thing," Zell said, loud enough for Seifer to hear.
"Better one talent than none, Chickenwuss," Seifer said easily, propping his feet up on the table, leaning back so that his chair sat on two legs. "Though I guess you have another talent: kissing Puberty Boy's ass." He laughed and Raijin and Fujin joined him.
Selphie gasped, eyes narrowing. "Don't talk about Squall and Zell like that!" she cried.
"Yeah asshole," Zell said, face red and hands curling into fists. "You gotta lot of goddamn nerve!" He jumped up. "You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Squall!"
The smile faded from Seifer's face as he fazed up at Zell. "Awfully quick to stand up for your friend there, Chickenwuss." His eyes narrowed. "Sure there ain't something going on between you two?"
That was it. Zell had had enough. Darting farward, he kicked the chair's legs out from underneath it and Seifer fell to the ground, with a squawk, an undignified sprawl on the floor.
"Take that, you bastard!" Zell crowed. Beside him, Selphie stood, hands on her nunchukus as Raijin and Fujin did the same.
"RAGE." Fujin bit out, eye narrowing as she pulled out her pinwheel.
"That wasn't cool, ya know," Raijin agreed.
Seifer got up, dusting off his coat as he stared at Zell, an unreadable expression on his face. He waved off Fujin and Raijin and stepped forward, towering over Zell. His icy blue eyes clashed with Zell's fiery blue.
"Smart, Dincht. Very smart," he said. Before Zell could come up with a reply, or at least throw a punch, Seifer turned and walked out of the Cafeteria, Fujin and Raijin at his heels.
"What was that about?" Selphie said, looking up at Zell. "Did he just compliment you?"
Zell shook his head, eyes on the Cafeteria entrance. "No way, man. He was just callin' me a smartass." Though he really couldn't be sure.
"Oh. Well, he's one to talk," Selphie said, tugging at her up curls. "C'mon, let's eat. I've got to study up for a mission."
Zell blinked and sat down. "Oh really? What mission?"
END
Author: nanthimus
Rating: G, probably
Pairing: Hinted Seifer/Zell
Notes: This is very short, and reads like a prologue. Also, I don't think I write Seifer very well. Opinions welcome.
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue.
It was in Zell's amateur and not quite unbiased opinion that Seifer was a jerk. Not just an average, everyday jerk. No, Seifer made being a jerk an art form. A jerk among jerks, a jerk of all trades.
The King of Jerks.
Squall had decided to let Seifer come back to Garden after the Sorceress War. Zell certainly hadn't agreed with that decision at the time, but looking back he could understand. Quistis had helped, explaining how Ultimecia, under the guise of Edea, had used Seifer's desires to become a Knight and Hero against him. Not to mention the fact that she had practically brainwashed him.
So, Zell tried not to complain too often about Seifer. It was hard; the war hadn't changed Seifer much and at the moment he was being exceptionally obnoxious.
"I wonder what kind of gunk Dincht puts in his hair to make it stand like that," Seifer sneered. The question was aimed at Fujin and Raijin but his sharp, blue eyes were on Zell, a cruel little smirk playing on his full lips. Zell kept his eyes on his plate, teeth grinding. He and Selphie had met up in the nearly empty cafeteria only to find that the ex-Disciplinary Committee had had the same plan.
Selphie put her hand on Zell's shoulder. "Just ignore him, Zell," she said, brown eyes wide as she looked at Seifer. "You know he's just trying to make you mad."
"Yeah, well that's something he's always been good at. The only damn thing," Zell said, loud enough for Seifer to hear.
"Better one talent than none, Chickenwuss," Seifer said easily, propping his feet up on the table, leaning back so that his chair sat on two legs. "Though I guess you have another talent: kissing Puberty Boy's ass." He laughed and Raijin and Fujin joined him.
Selphie gasped, eyes narrowing. "Don't talk about Squall and Zell like that!" she cried.
"Yeah asshole," Zell said, face red and hands curling into fists. "You gotta lot of goddamn nerve!" He jumped up. "You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Squall!"
The smile faded from Seifer's face as he fazed up at Zell. "Awfully quick to stand up for your friend there, Chickenwuss." His eyes narrowed. "Sure there ain't something going on between you two?"
That was it. Zell had had enough. Darting farward, he kicked the chair's legs out from underneath it and Seifer fell to the ground, with a squawk, an undignified sprawl on the floor.
"Take that, you bastard!" Zell crowed. Beside him, Selphie stood, hands on her nunchukus as Raijin and Fujin did the same.
"RAGE." Fujin bit out, eye narrowing as she pulled out her pinwheel.
"That wasn't cool, ya know," Raijin agreed.
Seifer got up, dusting off his coat as he stared at Zell, an unreadable expression on his face. He waved off Fujin and Raijin and stepped forward, towering over Zell. His icy blue eyes clashed with Zell's fiery blue.
"Smart, Dincht. Very smart," he said. Before Zell could come up with a reply, or at least throw a punch, Seifer turned and walked out of the Cafeteria, Fujin and Raijin at his heels.
"What was that about?" Selphie said, looking up at Zell. "Did he just compliment you?"
Zell shook his head, eyes on the Cafeteria entrance. "No way, man. He was just callin' me a smartass." Though he really couldn't be sure.
"Oh. Well, he's one to talk," Selphie said, tugging at her up curls. "C'mon, let's eat. I've got to study up for a mission."
Zell blinked and sat down. "Oh really? What mission?"
END