Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 8 or its characters, I'm only
borrowing them for a bit. Warning, this is yaoi.
Author's Notes: My first fic after week's of laziness. Shall
hopefully be writing the second chapter soon, or I might just keep
it a one chapter fic. Oh, well, hope you like it.

The sun shining through the blinds seemed determined to hit
him square in the face, no matter how many times he rolled around on
the bed. When he had finally found a pillow to stuff his head under,
several bird began to chirp. It was almost as if the whole world
knew that he, Seifer Almasy, had been out all night and was now
going to make him suffer by not letting him get any sleep. Even his
own body was betraying him, his stomach rumbling loudly as he was
hit by hunger pains. The only thing that he could remember eating
last night had been a plate of some veggie-shit that one of his
customers had been willing to buy him.
Once again flopping over onto his back, Seifer realized
while searching blindly for his pack of smokes, that he could smell
bacon and eggs cooking. Probably the damn kid, he thought as his
stomach begin to grumble even louder at the thought of food. Finally
finding his cigs, which were of course clover cigs because the kid
didn't like the smell of smoke for some reason, he placed the cig in
his mouth. Once again on a blind search, he managed to find his
lighter, and after a few puffs, he felt that he could now get out of
bed. Even though he wanted to just jump back into bed again.
Scratching idly at the back of his head, and stretching,
Seifer made his way towards the shower, grabbing a pair of gray
sweatpants, the only thing that was clean. As he had already
guessed, the damn little bastard had used up the all the hot water,
meaning that he would have to take a cold shower. If it wasn't for
the fact that the brat could cook, he figured he would have kicked
him out a long time ago.
Now fully showered and half-clothed, since he had given up
trying to find a shirt that was fully clean, he made his way
downstairs. From where he stood he could hear someone humming
loudly, and he couldn't help but smile softly to himself. The smell
of bacon and eggs was even stronger downstairs, and his stomach
seemed to threaten to rip out of his body if he didn't get something
to eat.
Standing in the open space of the kitchenette/dining room,
Seifer could only smirk softly at the scene before him. Standing
before the stove, dressed in one of Seifer's old pajama tops,
shorts, and wearing a white apron with little chicobos chasing after
each other, was his little chicken.
" Well ain't this cute. Cooking breakfast for me are we
Chickenwuss? Never knew you cared so much" Seifer said, strolling
into the kitchenette and seating himself at the table.
The blond jumped at the sound of Seifer's voice, whirling
around, spatula held protectively against his chest. The boy looked
absolutely pale, as his frightened expression changed into a scowl.
" Goddamnitt Seifer! My name is Zell! Zell, damn you! And
who the fuck says I was cooking for you, ya jerk?!" the boy
answered, shaking his fist at Seifer.
Seifer just chuckled, he loved ruffling his little chicken's
feathers. " Do you really kiss your mother with that mouth Chicken?
I'm appalled, is that anyway to talk to your brother?"
" I would if I had a mother to kiss," he said this part
bitterly, " And you ain't my damn brother, you prick. You just say
that so that you can boss me around."
Seifer swore softly at the bitterness in Zell's voice,
knowing that the little blond was still upset about what had
happened to his mother. Of course because Seifer had pretty much
been living on his own since the age of eleven, when his mother had
overdosed, he couldn't really sympathize with Zell.
Sighing softly, Seifer walked over to the younger boy,
placing his hand on the boy's head, leaning down real close to him.
He liked his lips as he bent his lips close to Zell's lips.
" Well, I'm not your mother, but I wouldn't mind you kissing
me with those lips" Seifer just barely whispered, his lips just
barely touching Zell's.
As had expected, Zell squeaked a very unmanly squeak as he
pushed Seifer away, rushing to the other side of the room. The blush
on his face was so cute, as he stood with his back pressed against
the wall panting softly. The boy looked as if he had just had a
heart attack, and Seifer couldn't help but laugh.
" Hahhaha! You should see the look on your face, Chickie!
Never knew you could blush" Seifer said, watching as the boy went
from a dazed look to a pissed off look.
" W-What'd you mean by that ya damn pervert! I wouldn't ever
want to kiss you! " Zell yelled at him, blushing even harder.
Seifer pretended to look as if his feelings had been
severely crushed, even wiping at his eyes for added effects. Of
course, Zell was too busy to rubbing at his cheeks to notice any of
this, and so Seifer just turned to the food. For a kid that could
barely manage to walk without tripping he could make breakfast just
as good as any chef. Well any chef who only had eggs and bacon to
cook with. And even though he hated to admit it, Zell was a better
cook then even himself, seeing as how he still hadn't learned just
quite yet how to keep eggshells out of the eggs.
" Hey Chickie, set the table will ya?" Seifer called out,
turning the stove off.
Finally discovering his ability to move again, and the
dreaded blush gone from his cheeks, Zell rushed to set the table.
Every now and then he would glance at Seifer, and immediately find
himself blushing again. It was something he couldn't help,
especially whenever the older boy teased him in that way. Of course
he couldn't really understand just what it was about Seifer's
teasing that made him blush, seeing as how he figured that it was
only girls that blushed like that when guys said things like that.
Often times he had wondered about maybe talking to one of
his friends about it, though more often then not he just decided
that it would be best not to talk about it. Besides the fact that he
guessed it could get Seifer into trouble, he was pretty sure that a
lot of his friends either wouldn't understand or just wouldn't
listen. Especially when he was feeling things that he knew wasn't
normal.
" Oi, Chickenwuss, when you planning on putting that plate
down so that we can eat?" Seifer's voice suddenly broke through his
thoughts, startling him.
Zell flinched as the plate slipped from his hand and
shattered, staring at the shattered pieces in horror. Flashbacks of
what would happen if he messed up and broke something appearing out
of the box that he thought he had sealed them in. He whimpered
softly as he dropped down to his knees, getting ready to pick up the
broken pieces.
" Hey Chicken don't!" Seifer lowered his voice when he saw
Zell flinch. " Don't worry about that, I have it okay? You just sit
down."
It only took him a few minutes to sweep up the broken plate,
filing it away under the mental cabinet of things that need
replacing. Then walked back over to the cabinet and retrieved a new
plate. Zell just sat there at the table silently as he dived up the
bacon and eggs, making sure that he gave Zell a little bit more. The
boy was only sixteen, and he needed more food to help him grow.
Which at five-feet-five inches, he most certainly needed to grow.
After several minutes of watching Zell push his scrambled
eggs from one side of the plate to the other, Seifer decided that he
had enough. It was very rarely that Zell ever got this quiet, and
when he did it usually led to an episode. And since he was still
quite tired from staying out all night long, Seifer most definitely
did not want to deal with an episode.
" Hey, Zell," the name sounded strange and foreign to him, "
what's wrong?"
Zell looked up from where he was poking at his eggs, staring
up at Seifer for a minute before looking back down at his plate. For
just a second he wondered if he could actually tell his problems to
him, but then decided against it. He'll only laugh if I do tell him,
so why should I bother?
" There's nothing wrong, why do you ask?" Zell said, forcing
himself to smile and take a bite out of the eggs, which tasted cold.
Seifer frowned, not liking how Zell was acting, and knew
most definitely that he was going to have an episode.
" It's just, your being so quiet today. Did something happen
while I was out?" Seifer noticed that Zell's cheeks flared pink for
a second before becoming pale once more.
If he only knew. " No, nothing happened, I told you I'm
fine."
Knowing that he wasn't going to get anything from the boy,
Seifer just merely shrugged his shoulders and returned to eating.
What ever it was, he could always just ask him about it later.
Whenever Zell got like this, it was hard as hell to pry anything out
of him, and he usually never said anything about the problem until
it was too late and he was having a fit.
It was several minutes later before Zell finally spoke
again, his voice soft and timid, a definite sign to Seifer that he
was getting ready to have an attack.
" Umm, Seifer, why'd you ask me to kiss you?" Zell asked,
once again poking at his eggs.
Seifer was glad that the boy wasn't looking up at his face
now, or he would have noticed the blush on Seifer's face. " Well, I
was just playing with ya. I didn't really mean nothing by it."
For some reason, that question seemed to hurt Zell, although
he didn't know quite why. That was the answer you had wanted, right?
Even though, a small part of his body had wanted Seifer to mean what
he had said. You would want him to kiss you, how sick you are
Dincht. Zell stared at his plate, his head bent down so that his
bangs covered his eyes. For once he was glad that he hadn't gelled
his hair like he usually did, so that Seifer couldn't see his eyes.
Or as something traveled down the side of his face, his tears.
" Yeah. You're right, you were just playing around. Sorry,
for acting strange" Zell said, his voice soft.
Seifer stared in silence as Zell got up from the table, and
ran out. Leaving behind both his food and his a dumbfounded nineteen
year old.
" Ch. Teenagers" Seifer muttered as he stared at where Zell
had been sitting.