Awakenings – Introduction Chapter

By Delvinress and Taimai

DISCLAIMER:Well we fangirls don't own the cute lil bishounen from FF8, or anything else from it either. They all are property of Squaresoft. The title isn't exactly original, so don't sue us for that either! Ta da! Now read on kiddies!

Taimai: Sorry about the title! It was all we could come up with.

Delv:Why anyone would want to own Rinoa for purposes other than a blow-up doll is beyond me.

WARNING: Shounen ai content, perhaps some hardcore yaoi later ^.^, but not sure yet. Oh yeah, and Rinoa bashing, with angst not related to her. hehehehe

For clarification: "yada yada yada" denotes speech.

'yada yada yada' denotes thought



Zell walked along the hallways. He finally got his hotdogs and he grinned. He sat

down by the fountain and opened the bag sniffing the wonderful smell. The blond's mouth watered and he reached in; he pulled out one of the bunned heavens and grinned. "Been a month, how's it goin'?" He swallowed it one with one large bite.

"I'm sure it has missed you," Seifer called out. He sauntered over across

the lobby over to the now very mad hotdog eater. "Can I have one? Thaaanks," the

older boy said as he cruelly snatched the unsuspecting bag away from Zell. Seifer

then proceeded to pluck one of the mouth-watering franks from the bag and eat

it,"Mmmm, dis ish goot!"

Zell glared and got up. "Hand it over now, Almasy."

"Hmph. Make me chicken wuss," Seifer replied smugly as he lifted the hotdog and bag above his head.

Zell looked into Seifer's jade eyes. "I'm not up for yer crap today!" Zell punched

Seifer in the ribs in hopes the taller blond would drop the bag. The blow caused the taller blonde to briefly lose his balance. However, instead of the bag dropping, the partially eaten hot dog flew to the ground with a spat. Seifer saw Zell's baby blues flash with something that resembled pure rage. 'Oh damn, I just wanted to tease him a little; he's always cute when he is pissed, but it's going to be bad if he goes into a whole fit about this. It's just a stupid hotdog anyway. It's got cow hooves and stuff in it.'

The shorter blond snarled and spun on his heel. "I hope ya get what's comin' at ya

Seifer..." He stormed off, 'At least I got to eat one.' He thought glumly.

"HALT!" a strong, feminine voice boomed that caused Zell to stop

dead in his tracks. "Ya hit the head of the Disciplinary Committee, ya know? That's

ain't allowed, ya know?" Rajin said as he and Fujin approached the slightly winded

Seifer. "HIT. UNAPPROPRIATE. PUNISHMENT," Fujin added with a slight

emphasis on the last word that made even Seifer shiver.

The shorter blond brushed past Fujin and glared up at Rajin. "Move you're fuckin'

ass, I'm not in the mood for you either."

"Now now, chickie. You don't want to antagonize the whole Disciplinary

Committee now, do you? You're lucky that I'm letting that punch slide with only thirty

hours of latrine clean up," Seifer replied as he pushed to be in front of his comrades.

'That means thirty hours of watching your cute little ass bent over working on the

floors. Haha.'

Zell's face went red. "No way! You stole my hotdogs!" The shorter blond celled out. "Might as well get in a few more hits to make it worth the work! Arrg!" He charged at the taller blond. Seifer smirked as he saw Zell running towards him. He stepped back,

took his stance with Hyperion in hand, and raised the gunblade above his head. He felt

and heard the metal of another weapon stop Hyperion's movement before he could

bring the hilt to crash down and knock out the poor hot dog connoisseur.

Zell skidded to a stop and looked behind Seifer. "Squall, move so I can kick his ass, 'kay?"

Squall ignored Zell and side stepped so he could stare straight into Seifer's eyes. "We were supposed to begin sparring 15 minutes ago."

Zell attempted to slip past the two fighting rivals. He curtly slammed into Rajin's

chest. Rajin looked down at the now-squirming fighter he had grabbed into

a hold a mere second ago. "Ya ain't tryin to get away. Ya got twenty hours of bathroom

scrubbing, ya know?" "IDIOT," Fujin added before giving Rajin a kick to the shin.

"THIRTY" Rajin quickly let go to Zell and bent down to hold his injured leg. "I meant

that, ya know?!"

Zell grumbled under his breath and dashed off to his dorm. He lied on his bead and looked at the ceiling. 'Why does someone have to be so cruel... shit.. don't try ta figure it out man, jus' go to sleep...' The blond closed his eyes and slept.



Seifer could not believe the scene that lay before his eyes. He was

crouching, near defeated, on the top of his Sorceress's float at the parade in Deling. In

front of him laid the burning, charred body of his ex-girlfriend, Rinoa Heartilly. The girl

had gotten too close to one of the sconces on the float, and her blue duster had caught

on flame. Rinoa, not being the brightest crayon in the box, flailed around with the

duster on until her whole body was aflame. 'A death befitting an annoying ditzy whore

like her,' Seifer thought. He looked up at the people in front of him and saw the

battle-ready forms of Squall, some tall cowboy with a sniper's rifle, and...the

Chicken wuss. Zell was the one who had been the one who inflicted upon him the

most damage during the fight that had just taken place.

Zell hopped back to the edge. "Move outta the way guys! I'm gonna get rid of

this bastard!" The blond focused and sparkles of thunder surrounded him as he focused on his guardian force.

The wounded Knight's eyes widen when he saw Quezecotl's light surround Zell. 'He's not..he's not going to defeat me!' Seifer told himself. Using Hyperion as a crutch, he lifted himself up to a standing position. "AAARRGGHH!" the Knight screamed; he focused all his strength onto one thing: Zell. Seifer charged the summoner before he could understand his dire position on the edge of the float.

Zell's eyes had thunderbolts in them as he focused his last efforts on the thunderbird. He looked up to see Seifer charge. A cocky grin, not unlike Seifer's emerged. "This is what you deserve, Almasy!" He screamed as he felt the bird coming alive within him.

"Deserve? DESERVE?!? I am the Sorceress's KNIGHT!! You are

NOTHING!!!" Seifer bellowed as he grabbed the now-summoned Quezelcotl. At

that point all logic had escaped him as he ignored the searing pain of the lightning

bolts that zapped him from the thunderbird's flesh. Zell was the Villian, he was the

Knight protecting his Sorceress. A Knight is supposed to defeat the Villian in his

romantic dream.

The thunderbird, drained off all HP retreated back into Zell. The smaller blond

grabbed at the powerful hand holding his neck. He looked helplessly to his allies, appendages flailing, trying to hit the assailant. Seifer merely smirked and lifted the smaller blonde until his feet were dangling over the over the edge of the float. "Now who is deserving? Your little thunderbird is very suited to you. A chicken wuss summoning a chicken!"

Zell removed his hands from the strangling grasp and focused his efforts on

pounding that smug face. "Let go of me you sonofabitch!"

"Hmph!" said as he heard the click of rifle behind him. And then another

click,…and another, and another. "You're outta ammo, pretty boy." "I may be, plus

I'ma outta of patience wit your crazy 'Sorceress Knight' bullshit, so I'll make this

quick," Irvine drawled. He switched his grip on the gun so that he held it like a club and

aimed his swing for Seifer's rib cage.

Zell continued his barrage upon the taller blond. "Help faster!" He barely chocked

out.

"Don'cha worry, darlin!" Irvine called out. He pulled his arm back and let

out a powerful swing. It solidly connected with Seifer's back, causing the Knight to

buckle under the blow and collapse to the ground.

Zell was thrown to the edge. He held onto the railing with one gloved hand. He

grimaced at the thought that Seifer was the closest one to him still. "Hey guys.. more help would be nice eh?"

"Hold on," Squall said coolly, never losing his composure. He kneeled down at the edge of the float and stretch a hand out to Zell which was seen in the quickly darkening vision of the prostrate Seifer. "N..no," Seifer whispered and weakly lifted his Hyperion to jab Squall's thigh and break his concentration.

Zell managed to get his other hand up, only to have his original hand shake off from vibrations. He then attempted to get back onto the float. "Haha, no you don't...chickie," Seifer said as he lifted his upper body to balance on his forearms. Seifer gazed down at the sole hand that clung to the edge of the float. "No you don't." He lowered his head to the hand and bit hard into the soft flesh. It spasmed one, twice, and then slipped out of his mouth's grasp before.

Zell flew towards the ground, cursing. The blond head hitting the pavement with

a sickening crack. He lied sprawled out on the road, body almost lifeless, blood seeping into the crack beneath him.

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Authors' Notes:

Taimai doesn't feel like adding anything this time around and has waived all authors' notes rights to Delv for this chapter (hehe)

Delv: Well now, this is my first joint fic and my second fic that I have written in a long time. Taimai was nice enough to give me some mentoring in the art of Rping( Thanks, Taimai!! I hope this is a good intro chapter, or at least a decent one *sweatdrop*. Okee, we should have Chapter 1 up and running shortly if not also today. Let's see how quickly I can edit, hehe. Oh and I take full credit for Rinoa's death, direct flames pertaining to her at me if need be;). Read on and thanks!