1 Don't Look Back – Chapter Four
By shimotenshi
///Peachy, translucent kin sliding over his, her breath light on his body… Gasping, a few silver locks flew over her delicate face…Fuu?! \\\
Seifer awoke with a start, sweat dripping from his short blonde hair. He'd just been dreaming about…
"Oh, shit!" He knew that he was not going to fall asleep again, and looked at the time. 300 hours. It was way past curfew, but Seifer decided on a trip to the training center anyway. With a sigh, he pulled on a pair of loose pants and a t-shirt, grabbing Hyperion as he cautiously peered out his door into the hall. It was empty, so he quietly crept out, closing the door with care. He made his way to the training center in the shadows, wondering about his dream.
It wasn't the first time he had thought about Fuujin that way, but usually the times when he did were few and far between. Lately, it seemed that she was plaguing his mind, everything from her smile, to her hair… Before he even realized it, Seifer was in the training center, and a couple of grats were coming after him.
Unthinkingly, he swung Hyperion at the first grat, cleaving it in two pieces and sending the halves flying at its companions. Seifer cut through them to the T-Rexaur waiting not so far off, casting Blind on it before it could swing its tail at him. He hacked at it tirelessly, releasing all his anger at various things. He still wasn't sure how he'd returned from Time Compression, but the mere thought of Ultimecia and how she'd controlled him only fueled his anger. Lost in his mindless rage, Seifer barely noticed that the T-Rexaur had left, and he was swinging Hyperion at empty air. He followed the monster's trail, ducking through thick foliage to come upon an awe-inspiring sight.
There, on the ledge below him, the T-Rexaur was getting its ass kicked with such intensity that it put Seifer's attacks to shame. The sad part was, whoever attacking the T-Rexaur wasn't wielding a formidable gunblade, and, indeed, had no weapon at all. Was that Zel—Chickenwuss? Yeah, Chickenwuss, and… FUU?! Seifer stood watching, slack-jawed, as the two finished off the monster with the help of Pandemona. They disappeared into the bushes before Seifer could recover from shock. His nerves were still running pretty high when something tapped him on the shoulder.
"Who? What?!" Seifer jumped, then spun around, Hyperion at the ready.
"Whoah, don't have to skewer me." Zell said, hands raised. Fuujin stood beside him, grinning. Seifer looked from Zell to Fuujin, wondering what the fuck was going on.
"Fuu? With Zell? Martial Arts? Wha?" Seifer blinked, looking seriously confused.
"I told you, the Training Center was getting boring with the shuriken. I wanted to try something I could apply to my shuriken attacks, and Zell was happy to teach me some kicks and stuff." Fuujin replied matter-of-factly.
"Oh." Seifer said. He then glared at Zell, who looked caught between laughing himself sick and as confused as Seifer had been. "What's with you?"
"You called me Zell. That's like, a once in a lifetime opportunity." Zell said, a grin breaking out over his face. "I wish I had a tape recorder."
"Oh."
"A little out of it, are we?" Fuujin jibed with a grin. "We're gunna go for a little while longer, wanna come? Or have you gotten tired enough to sleep?"
"How did you know I couldn't sleep?" Seifer asked, only realizing the stupidity of his question after he said it. Fuujin just shook her head.
"Well?" Zell asked, one eyebrow quirked. Seifer only nodded. Since when were Fuujin and Chickenwuss so friendly?
Are Fuujin and Zell JUST friends? Is Seifer jealous? Find out in the next chapter of Don't Look Back, coming to a fanfiction.net near you. ^_~ Sorry this chapter was so short. =/ I need inspiration! Please R&R, and give me suggestions!!!
By shimotenshi
///Peachy, translucent kin sliding over his, her breath light on his body… Gasping, a few silver locks flew over her delicate face…Fuu?! \\\
Seifer awoke with a start, sweat dripping from his short blonde hair. He'd just been dreaming about…
"Oh, shit!" He knew that he was not going to fall asleep again, and looked at the time. 300 hours. It was way past curfew, but Seifer decided on a trip to the training center anyway. With a sigh, he pulled on a pair of loose pants and a t-shirt, grabbing Hyperion as he cautiously peered out his door into the hall. It was empty, so he quietly crept out, closing the door with care. He made his way to the training center in the shadows, wondering about his dream.
It wasn't the first time he had thought about Fuujin that way, but usually the times when he did were few and far between. Lately, it seemed that she was plaguing his mind, everything from her smile, to her hair… Before he even realized it, Seifer was in the training center, and a couple of grats were coming after him.
Unthinkingly, he swung Hyperion at the first grat, cleaving it in two pieces and sending the halves flying at its companions. Seifer cut through them to the T-Rexaur waiting not so far off, casting Blind on it before it could swing its tail at him. He hacked at it tirelessly, releasing all his anger at various things. He still wasn't sure how he'd returned from Time Compression, but the mere thought of Ultimecia and how she'd controlled him only fueled his anger. Lost in his mindless rage, Seifer barely noticed that the T-Rexaur had left, and he was swinging Hyperion at empty air. He followed the monster's trail, ducking through thick foliage to come upon an awe-inspiring sight.
There, on the ledge below him, the T-Rexaur was getting its ass kicked with such intensity that it put Seifer's attacks to shame. The sad part was, whoever attacking the T-Rexaur wasn't wielding a formidable gunblade, and, indeed, had no weapon at all. Was that Zel—Chickenwuss? Yeah, Chickenwuss, and… FUU?! Seifer stood watching, slack-jawed, as the two finished off the monster with the help of Pandemona. They disappeared into the bushes before Seifer could recover from shock. His nerves were still running pretty high when something tapped him on the shoulder.
"Who? What?!" Seifer jumped, then spun around, Hyperion at the ready.
"Whoah, don't have to skewer me." Zell said, hands raised. Fuujin stood beside him, grinning. Seifer looked from Zell to Fuujin, wondering what the fuck was going on.
"Fuu? With Zell? Martial Arts? Wha?" Seifer blinked, looking seriously confused.
"I told you, the Training Center was getting boring with the shuriken. I wanted to try something I could apply to my shuriken attacks, and Zell was happy to teach me some kicks and stuff." Fuujin replied matter-of-factly.
"Oh." Seifer said. He then glared at Zell, who looked caught between laughing himself sick and as confused as Seifer had been. "What's with you?"
"You called me Zell. That's like, a once in a lifetime opportunity." Zell said, a grin breaking out over his face. "I wish I had a tape recorder."
"Oh."
"A little out of it, are we?" Fuujin jibed with a grin. "We're gunna go for a little while longer, wanna come? Or have you gotten tired enough to sleep?"
"How did you know I couldn't sleep?" Seifer asked, only realizing the stupidity of his question after he said it. Fuujin just shook her head.
"Well?" Zell asked, one eyebrow quirked. Seifer only nodded. Since when were Fuujin and Chickenwuss so friendly?
Are Fuujin and Zell JUST friends? Is Seifer jealous? Find out in the next chapter of Don't Look Back, coming to a fanfiction.net near you. ^_~ Sorry this chapter was so short. =/ I need inspiration! Please R&R, and give me suggestions!!!
