The soft snore of the blonde-haired tattooed one was only drowned out by the sound of the wind rushing over Quezacotl's wings. He had been up all night, peering down at the ground to look for a suitable place to land his thunderbird. Everywhere he looked there was the evidence of the RG's, desolate slums, large, elegant houses, huge scientific complex's. By now they would have sent out people to look for them, he couldn't risk landing within a mile radius of anywhere to do with them. With their technology they would find them within the hour if they did. Besides, Quezacotl wasn't exactly inconspicuous.

It was Seifer's watch, and he couldn't think of any other time in his life when he was more bored than this. Every so often he would look down to see, like he had done for the last 3 hours, a huge chrome complex. It was where they collected the right 'seeds' to make whatever they needed. The odd Secretary, maybe a Cook, anything designed to fulfil their duties and nothing more. Seifer frowned, he nearly ended up like them, if it hadn't been for Squall…

He always thought Squall hated him as much as he thought he hated Squall, turned out to be almost the opposite. They had decided to have a 'talk' about what their relationship should be after they beat Ultimicia. What came out of this was Seifer admitted he was gay and felt oddly attracted to Squall. He explained he only hurt Squall to throw him off the scent and because he was jealous that Squall didn't feel for him back. Seifer was very surprised when Squall asked him why he would think that. Squall still loved Rinoa, but, although they fought, they grew up together and he did care about him. Seifer smiled as he thought of this. Squall cared for him. He knew he would never get a chance, not unless Rinoa died. The thought suddenly sparked in his mind. "Woops, Rinoa fell off the edge of Quezacotl while sleeping. I wasn't watching, I was looking for a place to land." He smirked slightly, amused at this idea. He couldn't pull it off though, he didn't hate Rinoa. He still remembered their summer together when they were 16 and 17. He didn't love her though, not like that, he couldn't, he was gay. The main focus of his romantic interest however was the tattooed thunderbird master, Zell Dincht. He only picked on him because he loved that angry, sulky pout he did. He slowly and hesitantly moved his hand toward Zell's face and traced the tattoo with his finger. His face was warm but, assuming from the incessant shivering, his body was frozen. He longed to take his small form in his arms and keep him warm under his heavy trench coat He couldn't though, so far only Squall knew his secret and he swore not to tell anyone. Unknown to Seifer, Zell had woken up the moment Seifer's finger touched his face, sending a tingle of longing over his face.