TOGETHER THEY MADE THUNDERING SILENCE. . .
Sequel to "Soundless Music"
Author's Note: This is only Chapter one so don't freak out when a few things go unfinished at the end. It'll get finished, don't worry.
Zell buried his face into Seifer's chest, curling against his body as the strong gleaming arms crushed his lungs joyfully. He had no qualms about it. That night, and morning, was amazing. They lost count in how many times, yet neither of them cared. . .They never cared. All they actually paid attention to was each other and that was all that mattered. Each day was like the rest. Seifer would tease Zell, and the Martial Arts expert would become offended and shoot something back. It was old times all over again (minus the fact that Seifer had a better attitude than he did before). Yet there was something. . .
Something nagged at the back of Zell's mind. The fact that he had to wait until their training date to be with him and that he couldn't be affectionate with Seifer in public. Zell had tried it once and they had a fight over it for two days. He hadn't mentioned it since. It was already nearing their one-year anniversary, yet they still pull this charade. Why? All because of Seifer's pride. Finally, Zell decided he'd had enough and brought it up again that second.
"I think we should tell everyone. . ."
Seifer merely took a deep breath and relaxed again, "Tell everyone what?"
"About us. . ."
"Oh God not this again. . ." Seifer stood, knocking Zell from his warmth and his bodily pillow. Back muscles flexed beautifully under bronze and golden skin, twisting and lifting as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Zell purred lightly to himself as he let his head rest on his arm. "Either way, you still have a nice ass." Seifer glanced behind him and lifted an arm to point at him, "Don't start with me. We're still on this stupid-ass subject. . ." Zell stands, his body a little smaller than Seifer's, yet perfect in every aspect; beautiful peach skin that rolls with every fluid movement from the karate expert. Seifer looked down and smiled, "Yeah. . .The subject. . .Um. What was it again?"
Zell pours his own coffee and growls, "Don't give me that. I am fucking sick and tired of having to play actor in front of people and having women hanging all over me." Seifer grinned slightly for a moment, "Are you surprised?" Zell growled and turned, his horizon blue eyes now a fire with determination. Seifer's smile faded. "That's not that point," Zell spoke as he sipped and placed the coffee mug down to grab his usual clothing. "For once, I want to tell people 'no, I'm not available. I'm with Seifer.' Yet that seems to be a crime in your damn book. . ." Seifer yawns and sips the coffee again. "That's the way the gun blade spins. . ." Zell slams one pair of jeans in his hand against the floor and the other pair is still in the other hand. "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT'S NOT THE WAY IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO!"
Seifer growls and stands, setting his coffee mug down on a table. Zell knew Seifer. He won't take anything sitting or lying down. "You need to check your non-sense. We both agreed. No telling of our relationship. If anyone asks, avoid the question. If persistent, think up explanation fast."
Zell looked at him, "That was a year ago."
"So?"
"I'm not doing this anymore. Make up your mind. Either have me in your life with everyone knowing. Or. . .leave me. Those are your only choices."
Zell walked out, taking his duffle bag with him. . .He never takes his duffle bag. Seifer let his body crumple into a seat once the pearly door was slammed. His eyes never left the floor while he thought. That's where they were glued at the moment. He sat there, pondering for a good half hour before lifting the entirely bronzed and beautiful body to take a shower. Even in there, while he bathed, he thought.
Finally, he was dressed and out the door, the tails of his trench coat fluttering after him. The place was quiet. Sunlight shone through the window and the bed perfectly made. Seifer was real picky with neatness. Zell's room was pretty much a pig sty, but Seifer loved him anyway. Yet now, there were a few less outfits in the closet and one less razor in the restroom.
~*~*~*~
Zell trotted down the halls of the Garden, heading towards the training center when Seifer and. . .someone else walked out. He stopped and made his way towards him. He had his left arm around a girl, the girl cooing and blushing at his words. He looked up and grinned as always. "Hey, Chicken-Wuss ." Zell growled as he was supposed to do and glared, "Shut up, Punk ass!" Seifer smiled and acted as if he'd forgotten something, just now remembering it. "Oh yeah, Chicken-Wuss, this is Angelive. Angelive, Chicken- Wuss. She's a transfer from another Garden." Zell glared at him as he smiled towards her, placing out a hand, "Zell. . ." She smiled and nodded. "I thought so. Seifer speaks highly of you." Zell looked at him and smiled, "Does he?" She nods.
Seifer nods and adds in something that literally was a blow to Zell. Seifer grinned. "Yeah and um. . .well. . ." Angelive turned and glared, "You haven't told him, have you? Well he should know. He is your roommate." He shrugs and flashes a charming smile. Zell raises one solitary eyebrow and snorts, "What am I suppose to know, Seifer?" He lowers his head beside hers and pushes it against hers. "We're together now and. . ." That was all Zell needed to hear. He turned tail left to the training center.
"What's wrong with him?" She gave Zell a questioning look behind his back as Seifer looked away and squinted his face. ~Shit. . .~ Angelive looked towards him again and he quickly turned towards her and smiled, nudging her away from the training center. "I'm not sure. Oh well. Here, let me show you the library. You should see it! The ceilings are about fifty feet off the ground and arched with designs made by our very own Selphie T!" He had a nickname for everyone these days. Even Chicken-Wuss. His nickname was 'Love.'
~*~*~*~
Over the next few days, each time he had seen Seifer, he was with his 'sweetheart.' Their time together shortened. Finally, his nights at the Seifer Quarters ended. He went back to his own quarters. Zell had not cried for eight years. He wasn't about to start now. Their one-year anniversary passed. They both sent each other presents anyway. Zell sent the Gun blade Specialist a can of oil for his weapon and a coupon for a free update of the weapon. Zell in return received cleaner for his gloves, two tickets to a movie, and a rose.
The present Zell received was somewhat of an oxymoron, because later on that day, Seifer mentioned he was taking Angelive to that same movie at the same time. When Seifer returned to his Quarters, he found the two tickets in an envelope along with a note. "Save money." Seifer had no idea of the plans that were being made inside of the smaller blonde's head. Zell was grateful because to him, Seifer had made his decision.
Sequel to "Soundless Music"
Author's Note: This is only Chapter one so don't freak out when a few things go unfinished at the end. It'll get finished, don't worry.
Zell buried his face into Seifer's chest, curling against his body as the strong gleaming arms crushed his lungs joyfully. He had no qualms about it. That night, and morning, was amazing. They lost count in how many times, yet neither of them cared. . .They never cared. All they actually paid attention to was each other and that was all that mattered. Each day was like the rest. Seifer would tease Zell, and the Martial Arts expert would become offended and shoot something back. It was old times all over again (minus the fact that Seifer had a better attitude than he did before). Yet there was something. . .
Something nagged at the back of Zell's mind. The fact that he had to wait until their training date to be with him and that he couldn't be affectionate with Seifer in public. Zell had tried it once and they had a fight over it for two days. He hadn't mentioned it since. It was already nearing their one-year anniversary, yet they still pull this charade. Why? All because of Seifer's pride. Finally, Zell decided he'd had enough and brought it up again that second.
"I think we should tell everyone. . ."
Seifer merely took a deep breath and relaxed again, "Tell everyone what?"
"About us. . ."
"Oh God not this again. . ." Seifer stood, knocking Zell from his warmth and his bodily pillow. Back muscles flexed beautifully under bronze and golden skin, twisting and lifting as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Zell purred lightly to himself as he let his head rest on his arm. "Either way, you still have a nice ass." Seifer glanced behind him and lifted an arm to point at him, "Don't start with me. We're still on this stupid-ass subject. . ." Zell stands, his body a little smaller than Seifer's, yet perfect in every aspect; beautiful peach skin that rolls with every fluid movement from the karate expert. Seifer looked down and smiled, "Yeah. . .The subject. . .Um. What was it again?"
Zell pours his own coffee and growls, "Don't give me that. I am fucking sick and tired of having to play actor in front of people and having women hanging all over me." Seifer grinned slightly for a moment, "Are you surprised?" Zell growled and turned, his horizon blue eyes now a fire with determination. Seifer's smile faded. "That's not that point," Zell spoke as he sipped and placed the coffee mug down to grab his usual clothing. "For once, I want to tell people 'no, I'm not available. I'm with Seifer.' Yet that seems to be a crime in your damn book. . ." Seifer yawns and sips the coffee again. "That's the way the gun blade spins. . ." Zell slams one pair of jeans in his hand against the floor and the other pair is still in the other hand. "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL THAT'S NOT THE WAY IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO!"
Seifer growls and stands, setting his coffee mug down on a table. Zell knew Seifer. He won't take anything sitting or lying down. "You need to check your non-sense. We both agreed. No telling of our relationship. If anyone asks, avoid the question. If persistent, think up explanation fast."
Zell looked at him, "That was a year ago."
"So?"
"I'm not doing this anymore. Make up your mind. Either have me in your life with everyone knowing. Or. . .leave me. Those are your only choices."
Zell walked out, taking his duffle bag with him. . .He never takes his duffle bag. Seifer let his body crumple into a seat once the pearly door was slammed. His eyes never left the floor while he thought. That's where they were glued at the moment. He sat there, pondering for a good half hour before lifting the entirely bronzed and beautiful body to take a shower. Even in there, while he bathed, he thought.
Finally, he was dressed and out the door, the tails of his trench coat fluttering after him. The place was quiet. Sunlight shone through the window and the bed perfectly made. Seifer was real picky with neatness. Zell's room was pretty much a pig sty, but Seifer loved him anyway. Yet now, there were a few less outfits in the closet and one less razor in the restroom.
~*~*~*~
Zell trotted down the halls of the Garden, heading towards the training center when Seifer and. . .someone else walked out. He stopped and made his way towards him. He had his left arm around a girl, the girl cooing and blushing at his words. He looked up and grinned as always. "Hey, Chicken-Wuss ." Zell growled as he was supposed to do and glared, "Shut up, Punk ass!" Seifer smiled and acted as if he'd forgotten something, just now remembering it. "Oh yeah, Chicken-Wuss, this is Angelive. Angelive, Chicken- Wuss. She's a transfer from another Garden." Zell glared at him as he smiled towards her, placing out a hand, "Zell. . ." She smiled and nodded. "I thought so. Seifer speaks highly of you." Zell looked at him and smiled, "Does he?" She nods.
Seifer nods and adds in something that literally was a blow to Zell. Seifer grinned. "Yeah and um. . .well. . ." Angelive turned and glared, "You haven't told him, have you? Well he should know. He is your roommate." He shrugs and flashes a charming smile. Zell raises one solitary eyebrow and snorts, "What am I suppose to know, Seifer?" He lowers his head beside hers and pushes it against hers. "We're together now and. . ." That was all Zell needed to hear. He turned tail left to the training center.
"What's wrong with him?" She gave Zell a questioning look behind his back as Seifer looked away and squinted his face. ~Shit. . .~ Angelive looked towards him again and he quickly turned towards her and smiled, nudging her away from the training center. "I'm not sure. Oh well. Here, let me show you the library. You should see it! The ceilings are about fifty feet off the ground and arched with designs made by our very own Selphie T!" He had a nickname for everyone these days. Even Chicken-Wuss. His nickname was 'Love.'
~*~*~*~
Over the next few days, each time he had seen Seifer, he was with his 'sweetheart.' Their time together shortened. Finally, his nights at the Seifer Quarters ended. He went back to his own quarters. Zell had not cried for eight years. He wasn't about to start now. Their one-year anniversary passed. They both sent each other presents anyway. Zell sent the Gun blade Specialist a can of oil for his weapon and a coupon for a free update of the weapon. Zell in return received cleaner for his gloves, two tickets to a movie, and a rose.
The present Zell received was somewhat of an oxymoron, because later on that day, Seifer mentioned he was taking Angelive to that same movie at the same time. When Seifer returned to his Quarters, he found the two tickets in an envelope along with a note. "Save money." Seifer had no idea of the plans that were being made inside of the smaller blonde's head. Zell was grateful because to him, Seifer had made his decision.