Swat the Fly
by Mariye
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Disclaimer: Well, you all should know me pretty well by now, so you
know I own nothing here.
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Seifer and Raijin were walking through the halls of Garden. Fujin had
told them that she wanted nothing to do with anything for the rest
of the week, after Raijin and Seifer had ambushed her with snowballs
in the Quad, so they were wandering around trying to find something
to do.
"Fujin always was the one with all the good ideas with stuff to do,
ya know." Raijin kicked a random stone on the ground. They both
followed it with their eyes. It stopped right at the feet of Zell
Dincht, who, like usual, was animated and full of energy. He
currently looked like he was shadow boxing.
"Thank you Hyne." Seifer looked up at the ceiling, then at Raijin.
"See, we don't need Fujin to come up with ideas to do stuff. We can
make do until she cools down."
So the two members of the Disciplinary Committee walked up to poor
Zell, planning to torment him. Zell sat crouched on the ground, his
head watching a small insect flying around his head.
"Hey Chicken Wuss, what you doing, swatting flies?" Seifer asked as
Zell jumped up and flailed his hands.
"Yeah, ya know?"
Zell stopped and looked at them both, "Actually, I'm technically
catching flies. If you would excuse me." Then he suddenly bolted off,
jumped, then spun back around and grabbed at some invisible object.
"Oh, so close! Darn!" His eyes kept searching the air.
Raijin and Seifer looked at each other, puzzled, then turned away
from the boy that they now thought was delusional and psychotic.
"So, he seems even more strange than usual. Let's send him away to a
place where he'll get a nice padded room." Seifer whispered as he
looked over his shoulder. Zell was still punching at a fly that
Raijin and him obviously couldn't see.
"He seems harmless though ya know. Maybe we should ask why he's
doing it..."
"Fine."
Seifer and Raijin turned back to Zell.
"Why are you trying to catch this so called fly?" Seifer asked,
keeping his hand on his gunblade. Zell looked at him like he was
an idiot.
"Its a special training exercise for speed and agility. My Grandpa
taught me it." Zell swatted the air again. Raijin looked at Seifer.
"The runt is pretty quick, ya know... maybe this is for real after
all..."
"Still... its kinda annoying."
"You guys should try this. You both are way too slow. I bet a T-Rexar
would have no trouble catching either of you." Zell said, pausing
to talk to them. The fly buzzed between Seifer and Raijin's heads.
"You think so? I didn't know, ya know?"
"Raijin! Chicken-Wuss, are you saying we're fat and slow?" Seifer
drew his gunblade. Zell folded his arms across his chest and shook
his head.
"I just said you two were getting slow. Thats all. Outta practice.
Listen, I gotta go. If you want, you two can try catching that fly.
C-ya!" Zell ran off behind them. Seifer and Raijin looked at each
other, then looked around.
"No ones here?"
"Looks all clear, ya know."
Raijin and Seifer started jumping and darting around after the
little fly. Meanwhile, Zell crept over to a figure hidden in the
bushes.
"Okay, so we split the money we make off this video 50/50, right?"
He whispered.
"NO. 70/40."
"What! Did you see all the work out there that I did? I made myself
look like a fool! If anything I deserve 70, you get 40."
"MY IDEA. MY CAMERA."
"So? Big whoop. I could go tell them right now this is all just a
plot to embarrass them."
"FINE. 50/50."
"Oh yeah!"
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[the end]
by Mariye
======
Disclaimer: Well, you all should know me pretty well by now, so you
know I own nothing here.
======
Seifer and Raijin were walking through the halls of Garden. Fujin had
told them that she wanted nothing to do with anything for the rest
of the week, after Raijin and Seifer had ambushed her with snowballs
in the Quad, so they were wandering around trying to find something
to do.
"Fujin always was the one with all the good ideas with stuff to do,
ya know." Raijin kicked a random stone on the ground. They both
followed it with their eyes. It stopped right at the feet of Zell
Dincht, who, like usual, was animated and full of energy. He
currently looked like he was shadow boxing.
"Thank you Hyne." Seifer looked up at the ceiling, then at Raijin.
"See, we don't need Fujin to come up with ideas to do stuff. We can
make do until she cools down."
So the two members of the Disciplinary Committee walked up to poor
Zell, planning to torment him. Zell sat crouched on the ground, his
head watching a small insect flying around his head.
"Hey Chicken Wuss, what you doing, swatting flies?" Seifer asked as
Zell jumped up and flailed his hands.
"Yeah, ya know?"
Zell stopped and looked at them both, "Actually, I'm technically
catching flies. If you would excuse me." Then he suddenly bolted off,
jumped, then spun back around and grabbed at some invisible object.
"Oh, so close! Darn!" His eyes kept searching the air.
Raijin and Seifer looked at each other, puzzled, then turned away
from the boy that they now thought was delusional and psychotic.
"So, he seems even more strange than usual. Let's send him away to a
place where he'll get a nice padded room." Seifer whispered as he
looked over his shoulder. Zell was still punching at a fly that
Raijin and him obviously couldn't see.
"He seems harmless though ya know. Maybe we should ask why he's
doing it..."
"Fine."
Seifer and Raijin turned back to Zell.
"Why are you trying to catch this so called fly?" Seifer asked,
keeping his hand on his gunblade. Zell looked at him like he was
an idiot.
"Its a special training exercise for speed and agility. My Grandpa
taught me it." Zell swatted the air again. Raijin looked at Seifer.
"The runt is pretty quick, ya know... maybe this is for real after
all..."
"Still... its kinda annoying."
"You guys should try this. You both are way too slow. I bet a T-Rexar
would have no trouble catching either of you." Zell said, pausing
to talk to them. The fly buzzed between Seifer and Raijin's heads.
"You think so? I didn't know, ya know?"
"Raijin! Chicken-Wuss, are you saying we're fat and slow?" Seifer
drew his gunblade. Zell folded his arms across his chest and shook
his head.
"I just said you two were getting slow. Thats all. Outta practice.
Listen, I gotta go. If you want, you two can try catching that fly.
C-ya!" Zell ran off behind them. Seifer and Raijin looked at each
other, then looked around.
"No ones here?"
"Looks all clear, ya know."
Raijin and Seifer started jumping and darting around after the
little fly. Meanwhile, Zell crept over to a figure hidden in the
bushes.
"Okay, so we split the money we make off this video 50/50, right?"
He whispered.
"NO. 70/40."
"What! Did you see all the work out there that I did? I made myself
look like a fool! If anything I deserve 70, you get 40."
"MY IDEA. MY CAMERA."
"So? Big whoop. I could go tell them right now this is all just a
plot to embarrass them."
"FINE. 50/50."
"Oh yeah!"
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[the end]