Battle Of Egos
Author: Qevna
I don't own the characters. They are property of Square Enix Co, LTD.
Chapter 1 Chickenwuss
Blonde boy yawned and took a peek of the clock on the wall. It wasn't lunchtime yet but his stomach was making some loud noises reminding him that he had missed the breakfast because of too much time in front of the mirror. Who exactly thought that he looked like this when he got up? Nobody! Exactly. He yawned again, nervously tapping his feet on the floor faster and faster. After several minutes he lost his patience to wait and marched to the cafeteria where a few students were drinking their morning coffee while waiting the afternoon's classes to start. To him the main interest was the hotdogs.
"Hurry up and open already!" He hissed through his teeth and lined in front of the counter.
"Hey! This isn't open yet. Take some coffee and buns if you are so hungry. Hotdogs are ready to be served in ten more minutes." Old lady yelled from the back of the kitchen and pointed to the clock on the wall. Then she went back to her business.
"Darn." He cursed and dropped his chin against his chest to sulk awhile for not getting proper food. But a familiar voice didn't let him sulk too long.
"Well, well, isn't it Chickenwuss. What'cha doing here at this hour? Shouldn't you be at a class or what?"
Oh great, Zell thought. Not him again.
"Morning Seifer, good to see you too. All perky at this hour, right? I'm here only to get my hotdogs so you don't need to reserve us a table. No time to chitchat."
"So indeed you are running late from a class, aren't you? Hah. When do you kiddo learn that breakfast is the day's most important meal? Goes all the way before your little heado." Seifer laughed and punched Zell on the shoulder. Blonde bit his teeth together not to give out a yelp or a snappy remark. Luckily the old lunch lady rang her bell and Zell was the first one to order his meal. And as soon as he got those two hotdogs, he ate them. Seifer shaked his head with a chuckle and ordered a coffee to go.
"Well, now that you have had your hotdogs, are you ready to head classes or do you need to use a mirror to adjust your hairstyle?" Seifer asked and walked to doorway before turning to look an angered Zell with hotdog crumbs on his cheek and sipped his coffee.
"Are you going to stand there like a fool 'till someone drags you out of there, Chickenwuss?" Taller guy replied and disappeared to the hallway.
Zell rolled his eyes before going after the other man.
Who did he think he was? Some sort of a big brother who takes care of everything? And his hair sure did look like a bad case of bed head, Zell thought as he walked a few steps behind Seifer. Zell's hands were in his pockets and it was clear to see that he was pretty pissed. Seifer smiled that full-of-himself –smile knowing that he had made the blonde mad and soon he would get a chance to get a reward from all the past humiliations that Zell had caused to him. But the time wasn't right. A bit later yes, but not yet. Finishing his coffee he threw the mug to the nearest trashcan, scoring three points.
"Yo, Zell!" Another familiar greeting echoed in the hallway. It was Squall and Irvine who were walking toward Zell and Seifer. They were carrying notes and as soon as they met, Squall threw a folder to Zell who struggled to catch it. All the notes from the folder spread on the Garden's floor and angry blonde started to pick them up with a fury. Seifer picked up a piece of a paper with red marks on it and read it.
"Awww... Someone has got an F from math. Chickenwuss can't count, i see." He chuckled and held the paper front of Zell's face and pulled it right back when Zell tried to reach it.
"Maybe I save this to my private collection of your shames." He wondered but was tackled by furious Zell who snapped the exam back and crammed it to his back pocket.
"Say another word and you'll get a meeting with my fist again." Zell warned and held his fist in threatening manner. Squall broke them up and pulled Seifer away from Zell while Irvine held Zell in place.
"Try to behave, both of you! This is a serious matter." Squall said in an annoyed tone before turning to face Zell fully.
"First of all, I saved your ass today at the class. Next time, try to think with your head, not with your stomach." Squall kept a small pause that let him think what he had just said. "No no no.. That went wrong...With your brain! Don't think your head or stomach at all! Okay?" Squall finally shouted and tapped Seifer's shoulder. "And you, don't annoy the hell out of Zell because I can't control him if he decides to kill you while you sleep."
Seifer just glanced to Zell and turned back to Squall.
"Like Chickenwuss could be quiet enough to enter my room without me noticing it first and blowing his brains off with my Hyperion." He grinned and caressed softly his Gunblade's edge.
"Whatever. Just don't mess around." Squall replied and left with Irvine who had watched the whole scene with amusement in his eyes.
As soon as the two loners were gone, Zell picked up the rest of his stuff and headed towards the Training Center.
"Don't bother to follow me if you cherish your health." Blonde warned and threw a deadly glance over his shoulder as he walked away from the knight.
"You wish." Seifer replied cockily, but left the other one be for the rest of the day. He had time and no hurry to anywhere.