Revolver And Friend: Before A Confrontation
Quistis Trepe, a beautiful, tall blonde-haired SeeD instructor, stood outside of her classroom smoking a cigarette on her study period. There were three students remaining in her room, studying Guardian Forces and their origins in preparation for their final exam at the Fire Cavern today. It seems Squall Leonhart wasn't the only student who procrastinated. As the taciturn youth in dark-clad gear stepped out of the elevator, Quistis walked over to him to meet him halfway on the small overpass. The steel heels on her dark brown boots making loud clacking sounds with each step, she could only wanly smile at him as she took another drag of her cigarette. Squall stepped back a little, signaling that the smoke was making him nauseous.
"I didn't know you smoked," he said to her, waving his hand through the air to clear out some of the gray haze from near his face. "You as a SeeD instructor know that you can't smoke on Garden premises."
The woman cocked an eyebrow at his little comment. "I wasn't aware you were a member of Garden faculty."
Rolling his eyes, Squall revealed his true purpose for coming to see her. Kneeling, he set the long black box with the silver lion emblem on the marble floor, unlatched each clip, opened the box and pulled out the contents from inside. Quistis looked at the chipped gunblade, knowing full well what he wanted from her.
"It's fine," she said, flicking her cigarette butt over the railing of the overpass. Squall watched it disappear out of sight, and then returned his look to her.
"Uh," was all Squall could say to her.
"What? You won't rat me out, will you," she replied.
"Whatever," both of them said in unison.
Squall hated it when Quistis Trepe did that to him. It made him feel somehow inferior when the blonde bombshell finished his mannerisms all the time. In the past, she tried to reason it out by saying it was because he was so predictable and that she had known him for so long. Through Squall's years in Balamb Garden, he always had Quistis at least once per semester. It was a somewhat unusual situation, and Squall wondered why it was like this all the time. He had even surmised once that the teacher of SeeD candidates was in love with him and that she had somehow rigged the scheduling to get him every year. But being a man who relied on the power of logic instead of emotions, he convinced himself that it was an internal error in the main CPU of scheduling programs.
"Can you at least tell me if I need to go to the tools shop in Balamb City to repair it," he asked her, now fed up. "The gun module isn't 100% in working order,"
"Like I said, it's fine," she reassured him. "But if you want to, I can ask Xu to special-order some parts to fix up the damage. But I'm telling you, you'll be able to defeat Seifer with that. It'll be just fine."
Squall looked at her strangely, surprised that she knew he was going to fight Seifer in less than an hour. But then again, Quistis was the most popular teacher in Garden. Every year she managed to win the Outstanding Instructor Award given to instructors by students. She even had a group of near-fanatics called 'Trepies' that followed her every move and command. She reminded Squall of the kind dominatrix that lived down next door, what with her imposing personality and her sheer amount of lackeys. But maybe he was the only one who felt this way about her, because every other student simply liked her.
"You knew," was all he managed to say to her.
"Yes...I knew," was her reply.
Qusitis crossed her arms and stood in a way that made her bottom features sort of stick out. The young student noticed it, and didn't even give her a glance that way. She immediately changed her position back to normal, maybe feeling rejected by her offers.
"Well, I have to watch these students", she told him. "But I have faith that you can beat Seifer in combat."
What? Had Quistis just complimented him on his fighting techniques? Squall, not even remotely interested in her or her opinions, looked down at the floor in a humble manner. After all, gunblades and fighting techniques were something near and dear to his heart.
"Thanks...I guess."
"Well, see you later Squall. I'll be your complement in the Fire Cavern trial this afternoon."
"Okay."
The woman stepped backwards, then turned around to walk back to her classroom. Her butt swinging from side to side as she left, Squall thought she heard a sigh from her when she left his presence. If there was one thing he knew about Quistis Trepe, it was that she wasn't happy with her job as an instructor for Garden. Squall packed up his gunblade, locked the box back up, and got in to the elevator again, going back to his dorm room.
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Zell stood quietly on a balcony in the empty Quad area of the Garden, leaning on the railing and listening to the birds' melodious chirps and the light wind blowing on his face. On a beautiful day like this, Zell could see the town of Balamb. His mind wandered, touching down on many different thoughts as reviewed the events that took place between he and Squall today. As he pondered, he became fed up at how everything turned out and gripped the iron railing, putting a slight indentation into it.
"Damnit Zell, you idiot," he thought. "You bonehead! You groped Squall Leonhart in the cafeteria, embarrassed yourself just a few minutes ago, and all you said was 'I'd like to hear your laugh again sometime?'" He picked up a small stone from near the stage on the ground and threw it far into the open air in frustration and anger, making it disappear from sight. "Maybe I should've been more honest and said 'I'd like to get into a relationship with you' or 'I'd like to get you into bed and have passionate sex with you'. But noooooo! You have to be a timid little bitch and say some crap like that!"
Zell wanted to cry, but he wouldn't. Even though Squall was completely aware now that he had come on to him earlier, the blonde combatant felt that he had made a fool out of himself. He thought that his biggest fear would come to pass- -that Squall would make a concerted attempt to avoid him altogether and that, at worst, he would be 'outed' by a bitter swordsman seeking revenge. But even he knew there was very little chance of that happening. If Squall was anything, he was relatively shiftless- -at least to the point where he wouldn't care about anyone else's sexual preference.
"Hey...chicken-wuss," came a slick voice from behind him.
Zell jumped and turned around, unaware there was someone he utterly despised right behind him. The cocky, arrogant, self-righteous asshole named Seifer Almasy hovered right over him. His forest-green eyes seemed to pierce Zell's very soul as he gave the shorter youth a roguish look.
"You gay little chicken-wuss," he said with a wicked grin all of a sudden, making Zell's eyes widen. "I thought I knew a short little runt who ogled every girl that walked by, but now I come to find out that it's simply not true. Zell Dincht is a flamboyant flamer who's looking for a different type of hole. Simply amazing, from my view."
"You asshole. Fuck you," Zell snapped back at him, hoping to hurt his feelings.
"Like I said earlier today, you queer midget. Is that an offer?" Now the brooding man in a trench coat was directly in his face. Zell somehow suppressed his rage from boiling over and the prime opportunity to hit his tormentor square in the nose. Instead he stood his ground, giving Seifer a stare down. Finally, the silence was broken by another one of the gunblade user's scathing insults.
"Whoops, I'd better sit down before you tackle me from behind. I can only guess how much you just want to mount me like a horse."
"Bastard," Zell mumbled from under his breath.
Seifer turned his back to him and paced around the Quad. He continued on with his bombastic speech, insulting Zell at every turn he could. "My little horny chicken-wuss...whatever shall I do with you? Why can't you be normal and screw WOMEN instead of other guys? Oh, oops- -that's right. You're so pathetic and whiny that no girl wants anything to do with you. So what do you do, Dincht? How will you ever be able to understand what sex feels like? Easy- -in a move of desperation and depravity, you turn to members of the same sex."
"..." As he talked, Zell gave him a look that would freeze water.
"Don't look at me like that- -I'm not the queer here."
"..."
"Oh, the silent treatment, eh," Seifer inquired with a sneer, getting back into his face. He shoved him backwards, knocking him against the railing of the balcony. "You're not the tough guy you think you are, Dincht! Why don't you try picking on someone who's willing to stand up to you? Huh?" Seifer was obviously referring to the scene in the cafeteria where Zell picked up a student off the ground just by lifting the front of his shirt.
"I hate you. I really, really hate you, Seifer."
"Oh, I know you do. And you should. Because I hate you too, you freak. You wanna know why I hate you?"
"..." Zell said nothing, knowing he would say it anyway.
"...You don't deserve to know," Seifer said, surprising Zell. He backed off of him all of a sudden and turned around, his back facing him. Zell once again fought off the urge to just beat the man senseless, simply because he didn't want to get expelled from Balamb Garden. But it was hard to resist. Zell stood there silently, glaring a hole through the back of his head as his back was facing him.
"..You disgust me. I thought I knew you."
"..."
"...Chicken-wuss. You little chicken-fag."
All of a sudden, Seifer whipped around, raised his fist and struck an off-guard and unaware Zell in the face his fist. Zell was knocked off balance as Selfer hit him repeatedly in his head even more. Trying desperately to block the blows, Zell raised his arms to cover his head, but Seifer hit him directly in his exposed abdomen. Zell fell to his knees, nose bleeding and bruises on his face. Seifer took a step back and kicked him directly in his face, knocking him to the hard tile floor. A victimized and destroyed Zell lay bloodied and beaten on the ground at the hands of Seifer. The vicious, evil gunblade master spit on him and called him a few more derogatory names before he began to leave.
As he walked off, proud of the heinous act he just inflicted upon Zell, the young man in point slowly tried to get back to his feet. Seifer heard some movement behind him and stopped in his tracks. Zell was now to his feet- -battered, bruised and dizzy, but standing up.
"C-Come on, you jerk," Zell said, blood mixing in with his words to alter his voice. He spat a big glob of dark crimson out of his mouth in the direction of Seifer, then screamed. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!"
"This bastard," Seifer thought to himself. "This motherfuckin' bastard!"
The taller man unsheathed his gunblade, and unexpectedly dived at Zell. The hand-to-hand fighter wasn't as quick as he thought, however, and couldn't move fast enough to avoid it. The blunt end of the gunblade struck Zell directly in the top of the head, forcing him to crash hard to the ground. There was now a large gash on the top of his head that was oozing blood. Zell had been beaten horribly to the point where both his eyes were black and he was lying doubled over, his mouth and head emitting blood. Seifer got into his face once again, knowing that he was defenseless and couldn't talk back to him.
"I suppose this is what they call a 'gay-bashing', right," Seifer laughed. "I told you, chicken-wuss. I told you that you weren't as tough as you thought. But did you listen to me? No. Now look where you are."
Seifer got out of his face and proceeded to leave the Quad, but not before one final insult to the destroyed fighter.
"Wait," he silently hissed. "Wait until later. I'll beat that fag 'friend' of yours up, then you'll both be lying up in infirmary beds. I plan on hurting Squall just as much as I hurt you. And you know what? I'm going to enjoy every second of it!" He spit on him again, gave him one final kick to the abdomen as an injury to insult, then left the Quad area to go fight Squall.
Quistis Trepe, a beautiful, tall blonde-haired SeeD instructor, stood outside of her classroom smoking a cigarette on her study period. There were three students remaining in her room, studying Guardian Forces and their origins in preparation for their final exam at the Fire Cavern today. It seems Squall Leonhart wasn't the only student who procrastinated. As the taciturn youth in dark-clad gear stepped out of the elevator, Quistis walked over to him to meet him halfway on the small overpass. The steel heels on her dark brown boots making loud clacking sounds with each step, she could only wanly smile at him as she took another drag of her cigarette. Squall stepped back a little, signaling that the smoke was making him nauseous.
"I didn't know you smoked," he said to her, waving his hand through the air to clear out some of the gray haze from near his face. "You as a SeeD instructor know that you can't smoke on Garden premises."
The woman cocked an eyebrow at his little comment. "I wasn't aware you were a member of Garden faculty."
Rolling his eyes, Squall revealed his true purpose for coming to see her. Kneeling, he set the long black box with the silver lion emblem on the marble floor, unlatched each clip, opened the box and pulled out the contents from inside. Quistis looked at the chipped gunblade, knowing full well what he wanted from her.
"It's fine," she said, flicking her cigarette butt over the railing of the overpass. Squall watched it disappear out of sight, and then returned his look to her.
"Uh," was all Squall could say to her.
"What? You won't rat me out, will you," she replied.
"Whatever," both of them said in unison.
Squall hated it when Quistis Trepe did that to him. It made him feel somehow inferior when the blonde bombshell finished his mannerisms all the time. In the past, she tried to reason it out by saying it was because he was so predictable and that she had known him for so long. Through Squall's years in Balamb Garden, he always had Quistis at least once per semester. It was a somewhat unusual situation, and Squall wondered why it was like this all the time. He had even surmised once that the teacher of SeeD candidates was in love with him and that she had somehow rigged the scheduling to get him every year. But being a man who relied on the power of logic instead of emotions, he convinced himself that it was an internal error in the main CPU of scheduling programs.
"Can you at least tell me if I need to go to the tools shop in Balamb City to repair it," he asked her, now fed up. "The gun module isn't 100% in working order,"
"Like I said, it's fine," she reassured him. "But if you want to, I can ask Xu to special-order some parts to fix up the damage. But I'm telling you, you'll be able to defeat Seifer with that. It'll be just fine."
Squall looked at her strangely, surprised that she knew he was going to fight Seifer in less than an hour. But then again, Quistis was the most popular teacher in Garden. Every year she managed to win the Outstanding Instructor Award given to instructors by students. She even had a group of near-fanatics called 'Trepies' that followed her every move and command. She reminded Squall of the kind dominatrix that lived down next door, what with her imposing personality and her sheer amount of lackeys. But maybe he was the only one who felt this way about her, because every other student simply liked her.
"You knew," was all he managed to say to her.
"Yes...I knew," was her reply.
Qusitis crossed her arms and stood in a way that made her bottom features sort of stick out. The young student noticed it, and didn't even give her a glance that way. She immediately changed her position back to normal, maybe feeling rejected by her offers.
"Well, I have to watch these students", she told him. "But I have faith that you can beat Seifer in combat."
What? Had Quistis just complimented him on his fighting techniques? Squall, not even remotely interested in her or her opinions, looked down at the floor in a humble manner. After all, gunblades and fighting techniques were something near and dear to his heart.
"Thanks...I guess."
"Well, see you later Squall. I'll be your complement in the Fire Cavern trial this afternoon."
"Okay."
The woman stepped backwards, then turned around to walk back to her classroom. Her butt swinging from side to side as she left, Squall thought she heard a sigh from her when she left his presence. If there was one thing he knew about Quistis Trepe, it was that she wasn't happy with her job as an instructor for Garden. Squall packed up his gunblade, locked the box back up, and got in to the elevator again, going back to his dorm room.
~~~~~~~~~~
Zell stood quietly on a balcony in the empty Quad area of the Garden, leaning on the railing and listening to the birds' melodious chirps and the light wind blowing on his face. On a beautiful day like this, Zell could see the town of Balamb. His mind wandered, touching down on many different thoughts as reviewed the events that took place between he and Squall today. As he pondered, he became fed up at how everything turned out and gripped the iron railing, putting a slight indentation into it.
"Damnit Zell, you idiot," he thought. "You bonehead! You groped Squall Leonhart in the cafeteria, embarrassed yourself just a few minutes ago, and all you said was 'I'd like to hear your laugh again sometime?'" He picked up a small stone from near the stage on the ground and threw it far into the open air in frustration and anger, making it disappear from sight. "Maybe I should've been more honest and said 'I'd like to get into a relationship with you' or 'I'd like to get you into bed and have passionate sex with you'. But noooooo! You have to be a timid little bitch and say some crap like that!"
Zell wanted to cry, but he wouldn't. Even though Squall was completely aware now that he had come on to him earlier, the blonde combatant felt that he had made a fool out of himself. He thought that his biggest fear would come to pass- -that Squall would make a concerted attempt to avoid him altogether and that, at worst, he would be 'outed' by a bitter swordsman seeking revenge. But even he knew there was very little chance of that happening. If Squall was anything, he was relatively shiftless- -at least to the point where he wouldn't care about anyone else's sexual preference.
"Hey...chicken-wuss," came a slick voice from behind him.
Zell jumped and turned around, unaware there was someone he utterly despised right behind him. The cocky, arrogant, self-righteous asshole named Seifer Almasy hovered right over him. His forest-green eyes seemed to pierce Zell's very soul as he gave the shorter youth a roguish look.
"You gay little chicken-wuss," he said with a wicked grin all of a sudden, making Zell's eyes widen. "I thought I knew a short little runt who ogled every girl that walked by, but now I come to find out that it's simply not true. Zell Dincht is a flamboyant flamer who's looking for a different type of hole. Simply amazing, from my view."
"You asshole. Fuck you," Zell snapped back at him, hoping to hurt his feelings.
"Like I said earlier today, you queer midget. Is that an offer?" Now the brooding man in a trench coat was directly in his face. Zell somehow suppressed his rage from boiling over and the prime opportunity to hit his tormentor square in the nose. Instead he stood his ground, giving Seifer a stare down. Finally, the silence was broken by another one of the gunblade user's scathing insults.
"Whoops, I'd better sit down before you tackle me from behind. I can only guess how much you just want to mount me like a horse."
"Bastard," Zell mumbled from under his breath.
Seifer turned his back to him and paced around the Quad. He continued on with his bombastic speech, insulting Zell at every turn he could. "My little horny chicken-wuss...whatever shall I do with you? Why can't you be normal and screw WOMEN instead of other guys? Oh, oops- -that's right. You're so pathetic and whiny that no girl wants anything to do with you. So what do you do, Dincht? How will you ever be able to understand what sex feels like? Easy- -in a move of desperation and depravity, you turn to members of the same sex."
"..." As he talked, Zell gave him a look that would freeze water.
"Don't look at me like that- -I'm not the queer here."
"..."
"Oh, the silent treatment, eh," Seifer inquired with a sneer, getting back into his face. He shoved him backwards, knocking him against the railing of the balcony. "You're not the tough guy you think you are, Dincht! Why don't you try picking on someone who's willing to stand up to you? Huh?" Seifer was obviously referring to the scene in the cafeteria where Zell picked up a student off the ground just by lifting the front of his shirt.
"I hate you. I really, really hate you, Seifer."
"Oh, I know you do. And you should. Because I hate you too, you freak. You wanna know why I hate you?"
"..." Zell said nothing, knowing he would say it anyway.
"...You don't deserve to know," Seifer said, surprising Zell. He backed off of him all of a sudden and turned around, his back facing him. Zell once again fought off the urge to just beat the man senseless, simply because he didn't want to get expelled from Balamb Garden. But it was hard to resist. Zell stood there silently, glaring a hole through the back of his head as his back was facing him.
"..You disgust me. I thought I knew you."
"..."
"...Chicken-wuss. You little chicken-fag."
All of a sudden, Seifer whipped around, raised his fist and struck an off-guard and unaware Zell in the face his fist. Zell was knocked off balance as Selfer hit him repeatedly in his head even more. Trying desperately to block the blows, Zell raised his arms to cover his head, but Seifer hit him directly in his exposed abdomen. Zell fell to his knees, nose bleeding and bruises on his face. Seifer took a step back and kicked him directly in his face, knocking him to the hard tile floor. A victimized and destroyed Zell lay bloodied and beaten on the ground at the hands of Seifer. The vicious, evil gunblade master spit on him and called him a few more derogatory names before he began to leave.
As he walked off, proud of the heinous act he just inflicted upon Zell, the young man in point slowly tried to get back to his feet. Seifer heard some movement behind him and stopped in his tracks. Zell was now to his feet- -battered, bruised and dizzy, but standing up.
"C-Come on, you jerk," Zell said, blood mixing in with his words to alter his voice. He spat a big glob of dark crimson out of his mouth in the direction of Seifer, then screamed. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!"
"This bastard," Seifer thought to himself. "This motherfuckin' bastard!"
The taller man unsheathed his gunblade, and unexpectedly dived at Zell. The hand-to-hand fighter wasn't as quick as he thought, however, and couldn't move fast enough to avoid it. The blunt end of the gunblade struck Zell directly in the top of the head, forcing him to crash hard to the ground. There was now a large gash on the top of his head that was oozing blood. Zell had been beaten horribly to the point where both his eyes were black and he was lying doubled over, his mouth and head emitting blood. Seifer got into his face once again, knowing that he was defenseless and couldn't talk back to him.
"I suppose this is what they call a 'gay-bashing', right," Seifer laughed. "I told you, chicken-wuss. I told you that you weren't as tough as you thought. But did you listen to me? No. Now look where you are."
Seifer got out of his face and proceeded to leave the Quad, but not before one final insult to the destroyed fighter.
"Wait," he silently hissed. "Wait until later. I'll beat that fag 'friend' of yours up, then you'll both be lying up in infirmary beds. I plan on hurting Squall just as much as I hurt you. And you know what? I'm going to enjoy every second of it!" He spit on him again, gave him one final kick to the abdomen as an injury to insult, then left the Quad area to go fight Squall.