Disclaimer: Err…I heard a song on the radio that said it's hip to be a
square, I'm not a square nor do I own Squaresoft…so the rest is kind of
obvious…
Grinning Reaper: Hello! I bet you all thought that I was dead or something. Well, I wasn't.
Squall: Dammit…
Grinning Reaper: Quiet you. My computer was just busted. It really sucked because it crashed because it had to many stories in it and Ma took a whole long time to get it fixed.
Squall: Is there a point to this?
Grinning Reaper: YES! I'm explaining to all my fans why I wasn't here a while!
Squall: … You don't have any fans …
Grinning Reaper: ::punches Squall into oblivion:: Anyway, just so you know, this is a slash fic…if you don't like that kinda stuff, then leave. There. I don't know how to send that message any better.
Squall: You could have a picture of a guy giving someone a blow-job.
Grinning Reaper: … … … Uhm… I like mine better. Oh, and for all you slashers, this is a Slash Amongst Knights And Their Chicken-wusses. (There wasn't an official and cute sounding title for it like Quall or Squinoa or Saifuu…this is the best I could come up with…) Here it is!
Chapter one:
Chicken-wusses are cruel and demented people…
"Welcome to Boco Burger, home of the Boco Burger, how may I help you?" I droned. Ladies and gentlemen, I, Seifer Almasy, hate my job. First off because I'm the cash register boy, I take orders and crap from everyone.
The second reason is because of this STUPID uniform I have to wear. Can anyone here picture me in baby blue pants, a soft yellow polo shirt with a hat shaped like a Chocobo and a nametag that reads 'Seffer'? Neither can I. But, I still wear it. Not with pride though…
And finally, there is the fact that I have to be polite and NICE to everyone. I can't talk back or I loose my job. And I need this job. Do you know how much sitting on your ass all day and fishing pays? Not very much you can imagine. I tried to get jobs at other places but they all recognized me as the scary Knight that went whacko and tried to blow up the world or something like that. So this was my only option. I've had a really long day today too. Three people snapped at me, I was almost forced to wear a hairnet (ugh), A kid got stuck on the roof of the play center and I was the only one tall enough to reach him, an old guy puked in the middle of the floor, (three guesses who had to clean that up and the first two don't count.) One of my co-workers accidentally-on-purpose spilled grease on my shirt and to top it all off I have to lock up after work is over. I'm lucky I only have thirty minutes left until closing time. Because if I have to say 'Welcome to the Boco Burger, home of the Boco Burger' one more time, I'm going to puke. (I bet I'll have to mop that one up too.)
There is one good point though. I work in Dollet, so the chances of anyone that knows me seeing me are about a million to one.
"Welcome to the Boco Burger…" I began for what must be the umpteenth time today.
"Heh heh…yeah, I'll have a number six…" A familiar voice chuckled. My head snapped up.
"Yo, Seifer!" A pair of summer blue eyes winked at me.
"Ch-Chicken-wuss!" Zell laughed and leaned against the counter with one hand. "What are you doing here???" I demanded. He grinned and a pair of little white fangs poked through his upper lip.
"Workin' for the Garden Gazette. Cid made me do it cuz I got my T-board taken up again. I was gonna do an article about the places a tourist can go in Dollet, but this looks like a better idea." A flash of light suddenly blinded me. "Say cheese burger!" I reached for the camera.
"Hand it over!" Chicken-wuss began to back pedal.
"Sorry, can't, this is Garden equipment." I lunged form behind the counter and chased after him.
"I'm not playing! Give it here!"
"Oh yeah! The camera loves ya baby!" He squeezed off three more pictures and backed out the door, laughing his taught little ass off the whole way.
Not that I was looking or anything…
He was SO lucky I wasn't on my brake! If I was, I'd go after him and make him rue the very millisecond that that camera was placed in his hands.
I stormed back over to the counter. Everyone was staring.
"Okay people, go about your business." I said waving my arms. They still stared. "NOW!" I turned to the next customer with a pleasant smile on my face.
"Welcome to Boco Burger, home of the Boco Burger, how may I take your order?" Make no mistake though, I am going to get those pictures back and the whole world can't stop me.
The next three people ordered and only one snapped at me. Then I sent everyone out because we were closed. Sighing, I grabbed the mop and began to clean the floor. I had most definitely earned this week's paycheck. If not an oh say… ten thousand gil bonus. That would be nice. I'd by a car. A shiny, shiny silver convertible with air conditioning and a CD player… but I'm getting way, way off topic here. I have to focus. Chicken-wuss took some incriminating photos of me. So what? I could get them back. No problem right? It was only Chicken-wuss after all. But I couldn't just say 'Give them back' and expect him to. Nope. Ain't happening.
I needed to think of how to get them back. As I started to wipe off the tables, I decided an elaborate plan wouldn't do for this sort of thing. I needed to keep it simple. Man was table six a real mess. The guy had gotten ketchup and dipping sauce everywhere. He didn't even throw a way his trash or put up his tray! Bastard. If I ever see him again I'll- whoa, I'm getting off topic again. What can I say? It's late and I'm tired.
As I locked up the doors and got into my car (shabby, cream and ugly, also with no air-conditioning) I realized that the answer was right in front of me. I'm like what? About a foot taller and sixty pounds heavier? Maybe I scare him into giving the pictures back. By the time I had decided how to go about it, I was back at the Garden and halfway to my dorm. Chicken-wuss was nowhere in sight. He was probably hiding. I had almost considered stopping by his dorm, but decided to wait until tomorrow. I was too sleepy to do anything right now. I could catch him early tomorrow morning as he comes out of his dorm. I opened the door to my dorm, nope, no Chicken-wuss anywhere. Which was a relief. That would be the last thing I need. I showered and got ready for bed. I lay awake for a few moments and calculated how much it might hurt if he actually hit me for once. I decided it wasn't important because he wasn't going to and rolled over to go to sleep. I smirked as my eyes drifted shut. Chicken-wuss, tomorrow, your ass is mine.
Not that I had been looking or anything…
Grinning Reaper: Okay, so that was a bit short, the next chapter might be as short but hey, it's a living.
Seifer: What have you done to me?!? You've destroyed my honor!
Squall: You had honor?
Grinning Reaper: Dun worry about it Seiffa! It'll bring in the reviews!!
Seifer: ::grumble mumble::
Grinning Reaper: Hello! I bet you all thought that I was dead or something. Well, I wasn't.
Squall: Dammit…
Grinning Reaper: Quiet you. My computer was just busted. It really sucked because it crashed because it had to many stories in it and Ma took a whole long time to get it fixed.
Squall: Is there a point to this?
Grinning Reaper: YES! I'm explaining to all my fans why I wasn't here a while!
Squall: … You don't have any fans …
Grinning Reaper: ::punches Squall into oblivion:: Anyway, just so you know, this is a slash fic…if you don't like that kinda stuff, then leave. There. I don't know how to send that message any better.
Squall: You could have a picture of a guy giving someone a blow-job.
Grinning Reaper: … … … Uhm… I like mine better. Oh, and for all you slashers, this is a Slash Amongst Knights And Their Chicken-wusses. (There wasn't an official and cute sounding title for it like Quall or Squinoa or Saifuu…this is the best I could come up with…) Here it is!
Chapter one:
Chicken-wusses are cruel and demented people…
"Welcome to Boco Burger, home of the Boco Burger, how may I help you?" I droned. Ladies and gentlemen, I, Seifer Almasy, hate my job. First off because I'm the cash register boy, I take orders and crap from everyone.
The second reason is because of this STUPID uniform I have to wear. Can anyone here picture me in baby blue pants, a soft yellow polo shirt with a hat shaped like a Chocobo and a nametag that reads 'Seffer'? Neither can I. But, I still wear it. Not with pride though…
And finally, there is the fact that I have to be polite and NICE to everyone. I can't talk back or I loose my job. And I need this job. Do you know how much sitting on your ass all day and fishing pays? Not very much you can imagine. I tried to get jobs at other places but they all recognized me as the scary Knight that went whacko and tried to blow up the world or something like that. So this was my only option. I've had a really long day today too. Three people snapped at me, I was almost forced to wear a hairnet (ugh), A kid got stuck on the roof of the play center and I was the only one tall enough to reach him, an old guy puked in the middle of the floor, (three guesses who had to clean that up and the first two don't count.) One of my co-workers accidentally-on-purpose spilled grease on my shirt and to top it all off I have to lock up after work is over. I'm lucky I only have thirty minutes left until closing time. Because if I have to say 'Welcome to the Boco Burger, home of the Boco Burger' one more time, I'm going to puke. (I bet I'll have to mop that one up too.)
There is one good point though. I work in Dollet, so the chances of anyone that knows me seeing me are about a million to one.
"Welcome to the Boco Burger…" I began for what must be the umpteenth time today.
"Heh heh…yeah, I'll have a number six…" A familiar voice chuckled. My head snapped up.
"Yo, Seifer!" A pair of summer blue eyes winked at me.
"Ch-Chicken-wuss!" Zell laughed and leaned against the counter with one hand. "What are you doing here???" I demanded. He grinned and a pair of little white fangs poked through his upper lip.
"Workin' for the Garden Gazette. Cid made me do it cuz I got my T-board taken up again. I was gonna do an article about the places a tourist can go in Dollet, but this looks like a better idea." A flash of light suddenly blinded me. "Say cheese burger!" I reached for the camera.
"Hand it over!" Chicken-wuss began to back pedal.
"Sorry, can't, this is Garden equipment." I lunged form behind the counter and chased after him.
"I'm not playing! Give it here!"
"Oh yeah! The camera loves ya baby!" He squeezed off three more pictures and backed out the door, laughing his taught little ass off the whole way.
Not that I was looking or anything…
He was SO lucky I wasn't on my brake! If I was, I'd go after him and make him rue the very millisecond that that camera was placed in his hands.
I stormed back over to the counter. Everyone was staring.
"Okay people, go about your business." I said waving my arms. They still stared. "NOW!" I turned to the next customer with a pleasant smile on my face.
"Welcome to Boco Burger, home of the Boco Burger, how may I take your order?" Make no mistake though, I am going to get those pictures back and the whole world can't stop me.
The next three people ordered and only one snapped at me. Then I sent everyone out because we were closed. Sighing, I grabbed the mop and began to clean the floor. I had most definitely earned this week's paycheck. If not an oh say… ten thousand gil bonus. That would be nice. I'd by a car. A shiny, shiny silver convertible with air conditioning and a CD player… but I'm getting way, way off topic here. I have to focus. Chicken-wuss took some incriminating photos of me. So what? I could get them back. No problem right? It was only Chicken-wuss after all. But I couldn't just say 'Give them back' and expect him to. Nope. Ain't happening.
I needed to think of how to get them back. As I started to wipe off the tables, I decided an elaborate plan wouldn't do for this sort of thing. I needed to keep it simple. Man was table six a real mess. The guy had gotten ketchup and dipping sauce everywhere. He didn't even throw a way his trash or put up his tray! Bastard. If I ever see him again I'll- whoa, I'm getting off topic again. What can I say? It's late and I'm tired.
As I locked up the doors and got into my car (shabby, cream and ugly, also with no air-conditioning) I realized that the answer was right in front of me. I'm like what? About a foot taller and sixty pounds heavier? Maybe I scare him into giving the pictures back. By the time I had decided how to go about it, I was back at the Garden and halfway to my dorm. Chicken-wuss was nowhere in sight. He was probably hiding. I had almost considered stopping by his dorm, but decided to wait until tomorrow. I was too sleepy to do anything right now. I could catch him early tomorrow morning as he comes out of his dorm. I opened the door to my dorm, nope, no Chicken-wuss anywhere. Which was a relief. That would be the last thing I need. I showered and got ready for bed. I lay awake for a few moments and calculated how much it might hurt if he actually hit me for once. I decided it wasn't important because he wasn't going to and rolled over to go to sleep. I smirked as my eyes drifted shut. Chicken-wuss, tomorrow, your ass is mine.
Not that I had been looking or anything…
Grinning Reaper: Okay, so that was a bit short, the next chapter might be as short but hey, it's a living.
Seifer: What have you done to me?!? You've destroyed my honor!
Squall: You had honor?
Grinning Reaper: Dun worry about it Seiffa! It'll bring in the reviews!!
Seifer: ::grumble mumble::