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A/N: This is the first fanfiction I've wrote in a loooong time! Please be gentle!

The smexy smut will take place in chapter two, I promise! I've already got the plots for the next several chapters planned and as long as I get reviews (good or bad 8D) I'll try and keep it going.

Thanks for reading my story and I'll try not to disappoint anyone. -Kinsfang-

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even a box for under the bridge.

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The Heated Gaze of Love

Chapter One:

Zell fought to keep his face expressionless as Seifer entered the classroom. The scarred blonde strutted gracefully down the rows of computer terminals to his usual seat in the back, putting him directly behind Zell. A chill ran down Zell's spine as he felt the other's eyes settle on his back. That hate heated gaze was nerve wracking. He couldn't stop himself from tensing.

He knew it would only be a matter of time until abuse would follow that gaze.

"Hey, Chicken-Wuss..." Seifer whispered in his husky voice.

Zell fought to ignore him. He could feel himself starting to shake in anger but he was smart enough to know that Seifer wanted him to react. He took a deep breath and internally counted to ten.

"Psst, Chicken-Wuss!" Seifer narrowed his eyes in annoyance at Zell's lack of reaction and leaned across his desk towards him. "Hey, Chicken-shit, you know I'm talking to you!"

"Grrrr!" Zell spun around in his seat, his fist raised. "Don't call me that, asshole!"

"Now, now," Seifer smirked and rocked back in his seat, "I just had a question."

"Then ask me by my name!" Zell growled, anger making him run his mouth. "This is exactly why everyone hates you! Just go die!"

"But you always answer to chicken, chicken-wuss." he continued to goad the tattooed boy.

"No, I don't!" Zell knocked his chair over as he stood and took on an aggressive fighting stance with both of his fist raised.

"I just wanted to ask you a question, Chicken." He cooed, a sneer on his handsome face. "Why do you have to get so upset? Can't you just hear me out?"

"Fine! What do you want?" Zell took a calming breath and tried to shake off his anger.

"Did you remember to do the homework?"

"H-homework?" he spun around to the computer and hastily tried to log into his account. "No, no, no! What was the password?"

Seifer chuckled and leaned back in his chair and crossed his long legs on the terminal as he enjoyed the show. The way the tattooed boy's expressions changed never ceased to amaze him. He had only been in the classroom for 5 minutes and the boy had already gone through fear, annoyance, anger, and now panic. All of those expressions just because of him. He just needed a few more pushes to get the boy really fired up.

"Did you try 'hot-dog'?"

"It worked!" Zell turned back to Seifer, a boyishly triumphant smile on his smooth face.

"No shit? What kind of wiener idiot are?"

"What did you say? I hate you, jerk!"

"So, did you do the homework, Chicken-Shit?"

"Crap!" Zell turned back to computer and began pushing buttons as fast as he could to get the assignment tab. "Oh no, no, no!"

"You mean you didn't do it?" Seifer laughed. "What are you? A complete retard?"

"Shut up!" Zell's expression was one of horror now.

"See why you're a chicken now?"

Zell let out a groan and bent back over the keyboard. He still had time if he rushed it...

"It's because you're as smart as a piece of chicken shit!" Seifer held his stomach as he laughed, not holding back in his bullying even as he stared at Zell's round ass in clear view. "Even chickens are smarter than you!"

Zell let out a whiney cry as the classroom slid open and Instructor Trepe walked in. She was surrounded by her groupies before she made it to her desk and Zell's partly gloved fingers flew on the keyboard. Quistis brushed off her fans and stood behind her desk and scanned the room. She pushed her glasses up out of habit and pulled out her chair-

"BOO-YEAH!" Zell hit send just seconds before Quistis had sat down. "TAKE THAT, DIRT BAG!"

"I'm sorry, Dincht," She said calmly, rubbing a finger down the bridge of her nose as if trying to fend off the headache she knew was coming. "Was there something you wanted to share with the rest of us?"

"O-oh..No..." Zell blushed as all eyes turned on him and he fixed his chair and sat down. "Sorry!"

She sighed and turned to her computer screen. "Oh wow, Dincht! You already turn in tonight's homework. Very impressive."

Seifer let out a muffled chuckle from behind Zell as the boy froze in incomprehension.

"Wasn't that due today?" his voice as small and the color drained from his face.

"What? No, that was for tomorrow." She answered off handily as she checked roll. "I just posted it early so I wouldn't have to do it later."

"Oh..." Zell suddenly perked up. "Does that mean I can redo it?"

"Of course not! You know I have a 'one submission' only policy."

Zell was too shocked to reply and sat through class in stunned silence. Why did things like this always happen to him? Some of the answers he'd submitted hadn't even made sense!

-Several Hours Later-

Seifer was standing near the entrance of the cafeteria along with his fellow disciplinary committee members Fujin and Raijin when Zell finally realized he'd been played by the taller boy. He always knew where to find Seifer during the lunch hours and had ran with all his might to the cafeteria.

"SEIFER!" he yelled as he skidded to a stop a few feet from the door, panting as he scanned the heads of the crowd in an attempt to spot the taller boy.

"What is it, Chicken-Wuss?" Seifer asked calmly from behind.

"YOU! You set me up!" he growled and spun to face the other boy.

"LIES!" Fujin stated in her usual hard voice from Seifer's left side.

"It's not lies!" Zell was too angry to realize he was out number by the committee and began bouncing on his feet. "He tricked me into thinking that assignment was due today!"

"Hey, man!" Raijin spread his hands out diplomatically as he took his place on Seifer's right. "She's just trying to say you should have read the assignment before assuming it was due, you know."

"I answered some of those with 'Hot-Dog' and 'Cherry-Coke'!" Zell fumed, shaking his fist at the trio. "Are you trying to say that's MY fault?"

"YES!" Fujin answered and Zell finally realized that Seifer had yet to answer him.

"What?" Zell raised his fist, shaking in anger but not taking his eyes off his silently smirking nemesis. "Why are you just standing there? Say something, you jerk!"

"Garden Rule #5," He replied calmly, smirk still in place as his green eyes twinkled in mirth.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zell swatted the air between them with his fist, trying to release some of his anger.

"WALK!"

"What?" Zell looked a Fujin in confusion.

"What she's trying to say, man, is that there's no running in halls, you know?"

"W-what?" Zell paled and took a step back from the posse.

"That's right, now we have to take you to detention." Seifer smirked when he saw Zell turn on his heel and attempt to flee. "You two know what to do. I'll be waiting in the Punishment Room."

Fujin and Raijin both nodded and turned to follow the fleeing offender. The two were long time friends of Seifer and had learned many of his idiosyncrasies. One being that he enjoyed the chase of catching his prey. It was obvious to them that Zell had become his primary target.

They were both beginning to suspect that Seifer might having something more devious than simple punishment in store for the tattooed boy.

To be Continued!