Revolver And Friend: Swordplay
"Dr. Kadowaki," Squall said in a dreary tone as he walked through the sliding doors leading to the office. "I just may need you today."
She got up quickly, apparently knowing exactly what he meant. "I know. I have just the thing for you."
The doctor of Balamb Garden, Dr. Kadowaki was a middle-aged, moderately plump woman with a kind attitude. She had been working in the Garden for well over four years now, and all of the students seem to have taken a liking to her. She was generally concerned about Squall's overall protection in the fight he was to have today after classes with Seifer. And she knew just how out of control this whole thing could go. Opening a cupboard above the office sink, she reached in and took out a vial containing a lime-green liquid and handed it to Squall.
"What's this," he asked her.
"You haven't seen a Hi-Potion before," she replied.
"Oh, I see. Thanks."
"No problem, Squall. I'm just playing it safe this time. Just don't get yourself in too deep, do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor."
Squall tried to leave the office, but the plump, jovial woman stopped him before he could make it. "Wait a minute...I just may have something else for you."
"Hm," he replied, turning around.
Going into the cupboard again, she pulled out a jar that had a few feathers inside. Dr. Kadowaki pulled one out and handed it to Squall.
"Take this Phoenix Down, in case you get knocked out."
"Do you really think he'd knock me out," he asked her.
"Come on, Squall! You're smarter than that," she said with a smile as she tussled his hair. "It's Seifer we're talking about. This old woman still knows the importance of gossip. All of the students that came into my office today have been talking about the big scene in the cafeteria."
"That got all the way to you?"
"Of course it did."
Squall sighed, thanked the doctor and tried to leave again, but he was again stopped by her.
"Squall," she called out.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Tell Zell to be careful too. You know how temperamental and explosive he can be. He absolutely hates Seifer, so I want him to watch himself too."
"He's not fighting," he replied back to her. "I have no control over what he does. His problems are his problems. Besides," he continued, getting ready to leave. "He can take care of himself. It doesn't involve me." The door slid open, allowing the dark-haired student to leave. "Thanks again, Doctor." The door closed behind him as he left.
The doctor stood there for a moment, then went over to her desk near the wall. Pulling out a stack of prognosis papers, she sat down and started to work on them. As she worked, her mind could only think of what would happen between both gunblade wielders.
"Squall, I know you two aren't friends, but...don't you understand about Zell? Don't you have feelings," she silently said to herself.
~~~~~~~~~~
Zell had wandered into Squall's dorm room to see if he was there so he could talk to him about his upcoming battle with Seifer. After the incident in the cafeteria, Zell couldn't find him so he went to the place where he thought the young man would most likely be - - which was in his room. Actually he was surprised to find the room empty.
"Now where in the hell did he go," the blonde asked himself.
Zell decided to wait until he got back so that he could talk to him. He sat down on the semi-comfortable bed, observing the man's personal domain while he was away. The room itself were relatively bare, with little decoration adorning the walls. Right over the headboard of the bed hung a wrinkled poster of what looked to be a soldier wielding a gunblade in a menacing fashion.
"Mmm," Zell thought to himself. "He really loves this type of stuff. It makes sense now..." He took a closer look at the poster, getting really close in on the picture. "Not too bad looking, either."
He sat back down on the bed, but something else caught his attention. A large black case with a large silver lion emblem sitting propped up against the corner beckoned him - - the latches on the sides unlocked and the case cracked open a little. He got up, picked up the case, sat it on the work desk and took out the contents. It was Squall's gunblade, the Revolver.
"Wow, neat," he commented aloud, holding the blade upwards in one hand to observe it. "Looks pretty good, and it's not that heavy. But it's sorta small...smaller than Seifer's." Zell got ready to put it back in the case, but he stopped. Thinking for a minute, he took it back out and began to swing it around in the air gently. Pretty soon, it was all-out swordplay, and Zell was getting into it.
"Heh-heh, meet Zell, the Gunblade Master," he joked.
With weapon in hand, he jumped up on the bed and looked at the poster of the man with a gunblade. He began to talk to it, as if the man were really there to challenge him.
"Is that right," he said aloud to the poster. "You wanna challenge me? Huh? Well come on, hotshot! I'll tear you limb from limb!" He jumped up and down on the bed, swinging the sword and thrusting it wildly in the air. "I'm Zell, Gunblade Master of Balamb! You can't beat me! Hah-hah-hah!" Zell didn't know his own strength, however. With an extra hard thrust, he accidentally punctured the middle of the tattered material on the wall, piercing the soft metallic wall behind it as well.
"Ulp! Oh no," he fearfully commented, right after the weapon got lodged into the wall. He quickly tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't release. Trying again with a little more strength, it moved slightly. But it still remained there, fairly firm in place.
"Come on, Zell," he said softly. "If Squall sees this..."
Gathering a massive amount of strength up, he grabbed hold of the black handle of the weapon. He tried to pull it out, but to no avail. Then, gathering all of the strength in his body, he gave it one final pull. The blade flew out of the tiny indent in the wall, making Zell fly backwards off the bed, landing on his back. He rose up off the floor and held it up, looking at the weapon to see if he damaged it. As he quickly observed, the tip of the gunblade itself had been broken off. The broken piece still sat imbedded in the tiny indentation in the wall.
"Oh...oh shit," he said, slapping his forehead in utter shame. "Damnit! I broke it! Squall's gonna kill me when he sees this!" Zell looked at the tear in the wall, then quickly glanced around to see if there was something he could cover it up with. That is when he noticed a worn shirt of his hanging over the side of the work desk chair.
"This should work," he said as he yanked the shirt off of the chair. Then he took a small movable plastic hook for hanging coats on from the opposite wall. Applying the suction cup part of the hook over the torn poster, he hung up the dirty shirt on the hook, concealing the small tear.
"Ahh...it should do," he said to himself in relief. "Oh well."
Picking up the gunblade off of the bed, he started to place it back in the holding box where it came from. As he was about to do this, the automatic sliding door opened, allowing the resident of the room to enter. As he did, a look of shock came over him.
"What in the hell are you doing in here," Squall inquired.
Zell stood straight up in pure reflex when he walked in. Not being able to get the gunblade back in the box, he knocked the black box into the corner and concealed the weapon behind his back. He was relatively sure Squall saw this, but didn't know what to think.
"Oh...Squall! I never thought I'd see you here," Zell replied with a nervous smile.
"This is my room. Why wouldn't you see me here?"
"Err, well," was all he could think to say.
"Yes?"
"Well, I wanna talk to you. About Seifer and what happened in the cafeteria."
Squall narrowed his eyes, apparent anger showing in his face. "That's the last name I want to hear today." He walked over and sat down on the bed, hanging his head. "I hate that bastard. I really do."
"Yeah, he hates you too," Zell replied.
"I'm quite aware of that, thank you," he replied.
"So what's 'goin' down' tonight? Did you two have a fight?"
"..."
"...Or are you going to fight after classes?"
"What is it to you," he countered.
Zell backed up, trying not to make Squall any angrier then he already was. "Sorry, I just wanted to know."
"Yeah, sure."
Zell just stood there in silence, looking at the man who sat on the bed. His brooding attitude and appearance...his mysteriousness...Zell found these qualities most attractive in him. At lunch, he had hoped to get close to him so that he could establish some sort of a bond- - whether it be friendship or otherwise. Now that he reflected back on it, it hit him that he would never be able to become Squall's 'friend'. Squall wasn't that type of guy. He required a certain amount of solitude and isolation away from the hectic life of being a Garden student. He hated and resented all of the clichés and cliques that came along with being a student of Garden. He hated how everyone was forced to join one group or another in order to identify or fit in with everyone else. What he wanted, Zell thought, was to completely free of all obligations. To be free to do whatever he wanted without anyone looking twice at him or second-guessing his motives. Zell thought this feeling of strong will was attractive, and now he wanted to get to know Squall a little better.
As the blonde stood there, he unknowingly began to relax his grip on the concealed gunblade. It came falling to the floor after a moment, making a loud clanging sound that made Squall snap to attention.
"What in the...my gunblade," he said, pulling his head back.
"Uh-oh," was Zell's comment.
"Why do you have my gunblade," he furiously asked the fighter as he stood up from the bed. Walking around him, Squall kneeled to pick up the steel weapon off of the ground. He held it in both hands, wiping off some of the dust and fibers on it. As he got to the top of it, however...
"...!"
"Uh, Squall...I can explain everything," Zell said in an apologetic voice, seeing what was to come later already.
"You broke it! You broke my gunblade," Squall yelled out loud. "You jerk!"
"Squall, I~~"
"Leave me alone."
As Squall held the blade in one hand, feeling the jagged and serrated edge of the blade where there was previously a tip at, he noticed something was different about his room.
"You did something else."
"W-What," Zell nervously said.
"There's something different about the room. You did something else in here." Squall looked up at him, trying to figure out just what he did. He looked around to see if anything was out of place, and almost instantaneously he found that the worn short that was hanging over the work desk chair was missing. He looked to see it hanging over the headboard of his spartan-looking bed.
"That wasn't there when I left. It was laying right over this chair", he pointed out, pointing to the chair while staring at the young blonde-haired man. Zell gave him an awkward look as Squall headed over to the hanging shirt. He yanked it off the hook, exposing a large tear in the small gunblade poster on the wall. Squall stumbled back a little, apparently in shock.
"You didn't..."
"Squall, I can explain! Please~~"
"Shut up," he told him angrily as he went to investigate the wall. When he first looked at it, it only appeared to be a tear and nothing else. Squall looked confused, because that didn't explain why the gunblade itself had been broken. Then his mind began to wonder. Looking back at Zell, he only received an awkward smile.
"Jerk," Squall again commented. Zell hung his head in shame.
Squall looked at the gunblade that was laying on the table, then he looked at the big gash in the off-white, wrinkled poster on the wall. After a few moments of thinking, Squall thought he had come to the final conclusion as to what happened.
"No...you couldn't have possibly...", Squall said silently as he approached the poster to get a close-up look. As he did, he looked back to Zell to get confirmation. He saw that he was slowly heading to the doorway in hopes of making an escape.
"Stay right there," Squall snapped at him. Zell stopped dead in his tracks.
He put his face up close to the tear in the poster and saw something shining beyond the paper. Tearing down the poster in one quick rip, he exposed the chunk of metal alloy that was jutting out of the wall.
"..."
Zell tried again to explain. "Squall? I can explain. Come on, let me~~"
He interrupted him again by softly laughing. "I can't believe this. You broke the tip of my gunblade off in my dorm room wall." He continued to laugh, leaving Zell dumbfounded as to way he was doing this.
"Uh, Squall? You all right?"
"You may leave now," was his reply.
Zell wanted to stay to explain his actions. "Squall, come on."
"No. Please leave," he said, still chuckling.
Zell took his advice and decided to leave. He thought that Squall would blow at any moment, and that it wouldn't be pretty if they got into an all-out fight over something as close to the gunblade warrior's heart as this. Walking away slowly, he exited the quarters. Squall saw him off with weapon in hand, shaking his head at how amazing this was. When the sliding doors closed, he sat down on his bed. Feeling the sharp and jagged edge of the broken part of the sword, he accidentally cut his index finger. A small drop of blood ran down his finger to his wrist. Squall held up his hand to examine the blood.
"That bastard," he said to himself, shaking his head and still chuckling.
"Dr. Kadowaki," Squall said in a dreary tone as he walked through the sliding doors leading to the office. "I just may need you today."
She got up quickly, apparently knowing exactly what he meant. "I know. I have just the thing for you."
The doctor of Balamb Garden, Dr. Kadowaki was a middle-aged, moderately plump woman with a kind attitude. She had been working in the Garden for well over four years now, and all of the students seem to have taken a liking to her. She was generally concerned about Squall's overall protection in the fight he was to have today after classes with Seifer. And she knew just how out of control this whole thing could go. Opening a cupboard above the office sink, she reached in and took out a vial containing a lime-green liquid and handed it to Squall.
"What's this," he asked her.
"You haven't seen a Hi-Potion before," she replied.
"Oh, I see. Thanks."
"No problem, Squall. I'm just playing it safe this time. Just don't get yourself in too deep, do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor."
Squall tried to leave the office, but the plump, jovial woman stopped him before he could make it. "Wait a minute...I just may have something else for you."
"Hm," he replied, turning around.
Going into the cupboard again, she pulled out a jar that had a few feathers inside. Dr. Kadowaki pulled one out and handed it to Squall.
"Take this Phoenix Down, in case you get knocked out."
"Do you really think he'd knock me out," he asked her.
"Come on, Squall! You're smarter than that," she said with a smile as she tussled his hair. "It's Seifer we're talking about. This old woman still knows the importance of gossip. All of the students that came into my office today have been talking about the big scene in the cafeteria."
"That got all the way to you?"
"Of course it did."
Squall sighed, thanked the doctor and tried to leave again, but he was again stopped by her.
"Squall," she called out.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Tell Zell to be careful too. You know how temperamental and explosive he can be. He absolutely hates Seifer, so I want him to watch himself too."
"He's not fighting," he replied back to her. "I have no control over what he does. His problems are his problems. Besides," he continued, getting ready to leave. "He can take care of himself. It doesn't involve me." The door slid open, allowing the dark-haired student to leave. "Thanks again, Doctor." The door closed behind him as he left.
The doctor stood there for a moment, then went over to her desk near the wall. Pulling out a stack of prognosis papers, she sat down and started to work on them. As she worked, her mind could only think of what would happen between both gunblade wielders.
"Squall, I know you two aren't friends, but...don't you understand about Zell? Don't you have feelings," she silently said to herself.
~~~~~~~~~~
Zell had wandered into Squall's dorm room to see if he was there so he could talk to him about his upcoming battle with Seifer. After the incident in the cafeteria, Zell couldn't find him so he went to the place where he thought the young man would most likely be - - which was in his room. Actually he was surprised to find the room empty.
"Now where in the hell did he go," the blonde asked himself.
Zell decided to wait until he got back so that he could talk to him. He sat down on the semi-comfortable bed, observing the man's personal domain while he was away. The room itself were relatively bare, with little decoration adorning the walls. Right over the headboard of the bed hung a wrinkled poster of what looked to be a soldier wielding a gunblade in a menacing fashion.
"Mmm," Zell thought to himself. "He really loves this type of stuff. It makes sense now..." He took a closer look at the poster, getting really close in on the picture. "Not too bad looking, either."
He sat back down on the bed, but something else caught his attention. A large black case with a large silver lion emblem sitting propped up against the corner beckoned him - - the latches on the sides unlocked and the case cracked open a little. He got up, picked up the case, sat it on the work desk and took out the contents. It was Squall's gunblade, the Revolver.
"Wow, neat," he commented aloud, holding the blade upwards in one hand to observe it. "Looks pretty good, and it's not that heavy. But it's sorta small...smaller than Seifer's." Zell got ready to put it back in the case, but he stopped. Thinking for a minute, he took it back out and began to swing it around in the air gently. Pretty soon, it was all-out swordplay, and Zell was getting into it.
"Heh-heh, meet Zell, the Gunblade Master," he joked.
With weapon in hand, he jumped up on the bed and looked at the poster of the man with a gunblade. He began to talk to it, as if the man were really there to challenge him.
"Is that right," he said aloud to the poster. "You wanna challenge me? Huh? Well come on, hotshot! I'll tear you limb from limb!" He jumped up and down on the bed, swinging the sword and thrusting it wildly in the air. "I'm Zell, Gunblade Master of Balamb! You can't beat me! Hah-hah-hah!" Zell didn't know his own strength, however. With an extra hard thrust, he accidentally punctured the middle of the tattered material on the wall, piercing the soft metallic wall behind it as well.
"Ulp! Oh no," he fearfully commented, right after the weapon got lodged into the wall. He quickly tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't release. Trying again with a little more strength, it moved slightly. But it still remained there, fairly firm in place.
"Come on, Zell," he said softly. "If Squall sees this..."
Gathering a massive amount of strength up, he grabbed hold of the black handle of the weapon. He tried to pull it out, but to no avail. Then, gathering all of the strength in his body, he gave it one final pull. The blade flew out of the tiny indent in the wall, making Zell fly backwards off the bed, landing on his back. He rose up off the floor and held it up, looking at the weapon to see if he damaged it. As he quickly observed, the tip of the gunblade itself had been broken off. The broken piece still sat imbedded in the tiny indentation in the wall.
"Oh...oh shit," he said, slapping his forehead in utter shame. "Damnit! I broke it! Squall's gonna kill me when he sees this!" Zell looked at the tear in the wall, then quickly glanced around to see if there was something he could cover it up with. That is when he noticed a worn shirt of his hanging over the side of the work desk chair.
"This should work," he said as he yanked the shirt off of the chair. Then he took a small movable plastic hook for hanging coats on from the opposite wall. Applying the suction cup part of the hook over the torn poster, he hung up the dirty shirt on the hook, concealing the small tear.
"Ahh...it should do," he said to himself in relief. "Oh well."
Picking up the gunblade off of the bed, he started to place it back in the holding box where it came from. As he was about to do this, the automatic sliding door opened, allowing the resident of the room to enter. As he did, a look of shock came over him.
"What in the hell are you doing in here," Squall inquired.
Zell stood straight up in pure reflex when he walked in. Not being able to get the gunblade back in the box, he knocked the black box into the corner and concealed the weapon behind his back. He was relatively sure Squall saw this, but didn't know what to think.
"Oh...Squall! I never thought I'd see you here," Zell replied with a nervous smile.
"This is my room. Why wouldn't you see me here?"
"Err, well," was all he could think to say.
"Yes?"
"Well, I wanna talk to you. About Seifer and what happened in the cafeteria."
Squall narrowed his eyes, apparent anger showing in his face. "That's the last name I want to hear today." He walked over and sat down on the bed, hanging his head. "I hate that bastard. I really do."
"Yeah, he hates you too," Zell replied.
"I'm quite aware of that, thank you," he replied.
"So what's 'goin' down' tonight? Did you two have a fight?"
"..."
"...Or are you going to fight after classes?"
"What is it to you," he countered.
Zell backed up, trying not to make Squall any angrier then he already was. "Sorry, I just wanted to know."
"Yeah, sure."
Zell just stood there in silence, looking at the man who sat on the bed. His brooding attitude and appearance...his mysteriousness...Zell found these qualities most attractive in him. At lunch, he had hoped to get close to him so that he could establish some sort of a bond- - whether it be friendship or otherwise. Now that he reflected back on it, it hit him that he would never be able to become Squall's 'friend'. Squall wasn't that type of guy. He required a certain amount of solitude and isolation away from the hectic life of being a Garden student. He hated and resented all of the clichés and cliques that came along with being a student of Garden. He hated how everyone was forced to join one group or another in order to identify or fit in with everyone else. What he wanted, Zell thought, was to completely free of all obligations. To be free to do whatever he wanted without anyone looking twice at him or second-guessing his motives. Zell thought this feeling of strong will was attractive, and now he wanted to get to know Squall a little better.
As the blonde stood there, he unknowingly began to relax his grip on the concealed gunblade. It came falling to the floor after a moment, making a loud clanging sound that made Squall snap to attention.
"What in the...my gunblade," he said, pulling his head back.
"Uh-oh," was Zell's comment.
"Why do you have my gunblade," he furiously asked the fighter as he stood up from the bed. Walking around him, Squall kneeled to pick up the steel weapon off of the ground. He held it in both hands, wiping off some of the dust and fibers on it. As he got to the top of it, however...
"...!"
"Uh, Squall...I can explain everything," Zell said in an apologetic voice, seeing what was to come later already.
"You broke it! You broke my gunblade," Squall yelled out loud. "You jerk!"
"Squall, I~~"
"Leave me alone."
As Squall held the blade in one hand, feeling the jagged and serrated edge of the blade where there was previously a tip at, he noticed something was different about his room.
"You did something else."
"W-What," Zell nervously said.
"There's something different about the room. You did something else in here." Squall looked up at him, trying to figure out just what he did. He looked around to see if anything was out of place, and almost instantaneously he found that the worn short that was hanging over the work desk chair was missing. He looked to see it hanging over the headboard of his spartan-looking bed.
"That wasn't there when I left. It was laying right over this chair", he pointed out, pointing to the chair while staring at the young blonde-haired man. Zell gave him an awkward look as Squall headed over to the hanging shirt. He yanked it off the hook, exposing a large tear in the small gunblade poster on the wall. Squall stumbled back a little, apparently in shock.
"You didn't..."
"Squall, I can explain! Please~~"
"Shut up," he told him angrily as he went to investigate the wall. When he first looked at it, it only appeared to be a tear and nothing else. Squall looked confused, because that didn't explain why the gunblade itself had been broken. Then his mind began to wonder. Looking back at Zell, he only received an awkward smile.
"Jerk," Squall again commented. Zell hung his head in shame.
Squall looked at the gunblade that was laying on the table, then he looked at the big gash in the off-white, wrinkled poster on the wall. After a few moments of thinking, Squall thought he had come to the final conclusion as to what happened.
"No...you couldn't have possibly...", Squall said silently as he approached the poster to get a close-up look. As he did, he looked back to Zell to get confirmation. He saw that he was slowly heading to the doorway in hopes of making an escape.
"Stay right there," Squall snapped at him. Zell stopped dead in his tracks.
He put his face up close to the tear in the poster and saw something shining beyond the paper. Tearing down the poster in one quick rip, he exposed the chunk of metal alloy that was jutting out of the wall.
"..."
Zell tried again to explain. "Squall? I can explain. Come on, let me~~"
He interrupted him again by softly laughing. "I can't believe this. You broke the tip of my gunblade off in my dorm room wall." He continued to laugh, leaving Zell dumbfounded as to way he was doing this.
"Uh, Squall? You all right?"
"You may leave now," was his reply.
Zell wanted to stay to explain his actions. "Squall, come on."
"No. Please leave," he said, still chuckling.
Zell took his advice and decided to leave. He thought that Squall would blow at any moment, and that it wouldn't be pretty if they got into an all-out fight over something as close to the gunblade warrior's heart as this. Walking away slowly, he exited the quarters. Squall saw him off with weapon in hand, shaking his head at how amazing this was. When the sliding doors closed, he sat down on his bed. Feeling the sharp and jagged edge of the broken part of the sword, he accidentally cut his index finger. A small drop of blood ran down his finger to his wrist. Squall held up his hand to examine the blood.
"That bastard," he said to himself, shaking his head and still chuckling.