A/N: Ah, I'm so proud of myself, I now have four chapters but my progress is beginning to slow again and I'm not so sure how often I'll be able to update. Therefore again I say, if I get five reviews for this chapter I'll make an extra effort to write, type and upload the next chapter.

DISCLAIMER: FFVII belongs to Squaresoft ©, but the story belongs to me along with Itixe.

THE CORRUPTION OF POWER

CHAPTER 4 – Zell's Journal Entry: Day Three of the Journey to the Kramers

Day Three of the Journey to the Kramers

Yuk, I hate this place, there is still sand as far as the eye can see and the damn stuff gets everywhere. Anyway it must be fairly obvious how bored and tiered and hungry, oh Hyne, I think I could eat ten times more the amount of hot dogs I would on any usual day. Right now though I think I'd be happy enough to so much as see one; one inside one of those gorgeous bread buns Ma bakes and with loads of tomato sauce and fried onions with it. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Great, okay hot dogs are my favourite food and I would go through the elimination of one hundred Ultimacias right now. I am far from having the time of my life because now I am writing on a pathetic little book of bound paper that I called Joey the Journal. Hyne, that sounds like something Selphie would name…anything. A bound collection of sheets of wood pulp that I have barely given as second glance to, yet alone write in for three years, not even the compression of time drove me this far.

And Seifer, the idiot won't leave me alone. We had made camp for the other night and I had gone down to the river to start washing my clothes. (A/N: Okay so there isn't any rivers in this continent but if I change that no one's really going to notice, right?) I needed to get the sand and Jelly-eye (A/N again: Eek, I couldn't remember their proper name, but I think I'm close) gunk out of them otherwise it would take forever to get the stains and the smell out. I doubted that washing them in the river without any soap or anything would help much. I got a lecture of Quistis about the damage I may do to the area if I did use any soap and then Seifer piped up about me being some damn housewife. After numerous insults like 'Little Miss Zelly' being dedicated to his, slash that, her work and that as motivation I could grace myself by washing his clothes too.

He's such a fucking jerk and that was just one event in the past two fucking days where he had tormented or ridiculed me making me feel like an idiot. I can't believe Squall let him back into the Garden, I can't believe he made it as a SeeD, I can't believe Selphie invited him and his cronies on this pathetic little escapade.

This is some well-orchestrated scheme; Selphie crashed on purpose to slowly drive each of us insane by making us wonder in endless circles. I'm too frustrated to write anymore.

-Zell

"You seem down." Sephie stated sitting down on the log next to Zell.

"Well, yea." He snapped. "We've only just go out of the desert region, we have virtually no supplies, the shower hasn't been set up once to help me get rid of these damn grains of sand and I have to endure seemingly endless torture from Seifer!"

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon."

"You mean in another seven fucking days." Zell corrected.

"Don't let it get to you Zell, just think when this is all over, we can go back to Trabia and finish the building there." Irvine smiled as he sat beside Sephie and wrapped an arm around her shoulders drawing her nearer.

"Great just what I want. Let me know if the two gun-bladers ever catch anything to eat." Zell ordered going to sulk in his poor excuse for a tent.

"What's got him so uptight?" Irvine asked quietly.

"Seifer."

"Seifer?" the sniper chuckled, "Those two are so lost."

"Yea, I know, that's why you, Irvy are going to help me to help them find their way."

Smiling down at her face filled giddily with the excitement of a challenge he asked. "What are you planning?"

"Well…"

Selphie was actually very subtle in her methods. It usually never took more than the odd hint here or there to put the wheel of her plan into motion. Well, if all else failed Selphie being Selphie could get away with making a very obviously suggestive comment and get away with people thinking that her interpretation was merely from her innocent point of view.

"What about that?" Irvine asked motioning, but not loosening his grip on his prize, to the two gun-bladers trying to catch fish in the water.

"That's nothing to worry about. At the start it was only rivalry, at points that also was accompanied with hatred and anger, but they're to similar and despite the way her talks about her sometimes, Squall still has fallen for our missing Sorceress. If she were here I'd have two tasks on my hands, getting Seifer and Zell together and the same for Squall and Rinoa."

"Phew, I'm just glad I'm not in any of these schemes."

"Don't worry I have plenty for you to help me with."

"Please tell me this doesn't involve playing a saxophone for hours on end so some strange repetitive re-mix of Eyes on me."

"Hey, not a bad idea."

"Sel-phie" Irvine whined.

The ginger teen pulled herself out of the cowboys grasp and straddled his legs so she sat facing him. Then she flung her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder. "Ow, Sephy."

"You won't have to play an instrument this time because you have the most amazing voice Irvy." Selphie complemented him loosening her grip a bit so he could breath.

"You think so?"

"Of course. Will you sing for me then?"

Damn she's good. "Only for you Sephy." He purred into her ear.

"Okay, now all we have to do is find a song." She said jumping of the sniper's lap and started running towards the two amateur fishermen.

"Sel-phie, that's not what I meant." Irvine yelled after her scrambling off the log that he was sitting on to catch up with her before she bound him to what he said by a verbal announcement.