Revolver And Friend: So Naïve
Seifer, wearing a thin crown of crimson on his brow after his beating at the hands of the faculty, made his way through the Garden Lobby with Zell's help. Squall trailed behind them suspiciously, ready at a moment's notice to jump into battle in case this was a trick of some sort. "What had he done to deserve this", Seifer thought, as he passed a few onlookers on his way to the Infirmary to receive medical attention. The people that both young men passed just stood there, looks of shock on their faces, as what seemed to be two bitter enemies threw away their hate for each other in exchange for their humanity.
"Aah...what is Zell doing helping Seifer," a male student watching it all asked his friend.
"I don't know...maybe he's trying to hit on him," the friend replied maliciously, loud enough for both Seifer and Zell to hear.
"Shut up," they both hissed in unison, not even stopping to confront them, as they entered the Infirmary. The first youth chided his counterpart as he stood there in embarrassment.
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The automatic steel door opened with a soft sliding sound as the kind doctor put vials of medicine on the shelf across the room. Dr. Kadowaki turned around suddenly to see two men she thought would never be caught near each other again enter. Seifer was clutching his abdomen, his arm draped around the shoulders of Zell who was holding him up.
"Wha...Zell," she asked. "What's going on here?"
"You have a new patient," Squall interrupted indifferently, not really caring about Seifer's condition. "Looks like someone got into a bit of trouble early this morning."
Seifer sat down on the checkup bench, taking his arm off of Zell's shoulders. After that, the shorter blonde walked back over to the door to stand by Squall's side.
"Yeah," the martial artist said. "He got beat up. By faculty."
The female physician cocked an eyebrow. "Beat...up? By faculty?"
"I guess," he continued. "Squall and I just got there after it happened. All we saw was Mr. Tough Guy over there on the ground, cowering like a baby."
"Now I see," Dr. Kadowaki said. She turned around to Seifer to ask about the situation. Is this true?"
"..." He looked away, embarrassed at being helped by the person he nearly killed yesterday.
"Come on," the doctor repeated herself, this time in a firmer tone. "I need to know. If what Zell says is true, then what happened is illegal."
"...Yeah," he said in a dismally, looking out the window.
"I understand. Now let's see what I can do for you..."
Dr. Kadowaki walked over to the shelf again to retrieve some medicine and bandages. The attack didn't look like it produced life-threatening wounds, so a couple of Potions combined with a Cure spell would do the trick. Tearing off the protective plastic covering, the doctor walked over and tried to apply the large bandage to Seifer.
"Undo your vest," she said to him calmly.
"..." He looked away from her and over to Squall and Zell as he stood up and took off his trench coat and blue vest and threw them across a nearby chair. The shorter blonde could do nothing but stare at him and his well-muscled body as Dr. Kadowaki placed a long strip of compress on his abdomen. Zell managed to maintain a look of indifference, acting as if he couldn't care either way of what happened to him. And in a way, after everything this man had done to him yesterday, he really didn't care about his situation in the least. But Zell couldn't help get a little aroused at the sight of his foe's body.
"Aaggh," Seifer moaned, indicating that his bruises were still sensitive.
"Oh hush, you big baby," the doctor retorted, preparing to place a bandage on his head, where a lot of the damage was inflicted.
Squall stood in front of the doorway, his blood boiling at the sight of his enemy in front of him. He wanted to hurt him even more, but he wasn't the type to instigate fights. His new lover, however, was secretly enthralled at the physical features of this fine specimen.
"There we go...that'll do for now," the doctor said as she stepped back.
"Nothing too bad, I hope," Seifer said.
"Nah. I've seen worse on you. You'll be fine."
"Thanks, Doctor. You're a lifesaver."
As he got ready to get up, Dr. Kadowaki pushed him back down. "Oh no you don't! You have to let the medicine settle. Stay put, young man!"
"...All right."
At that, Squall indicated that he had wanted to leave. Rolling his eyes at the entire scenario, he started to slip out, with his companion in tow. However, the one beaten up had called out another time...this time for Zell.
"A...agh...hey Zell," Seifer moaned.
The man in point whipped around, not too pleased to be held up by him. After all, he was going to see Squall off to class, then maybe go back to his dorm to catch up on due assignments. "What," Zell muttered.
"Hey...man. I need to tell you something."
"Oh yeah? What could that be?"
Seifer lowered his head, gathering his will and thoughts. "Now is the time Almasy," he said to himself in his mind. "Come on, swallow your pride and be a man..."
"What is it," Zell reiterated, this time with more force.
"I...you know..."
Zell knew exactly what he was trying to say. Almost instantaneously he had formed a calculated idea that would hopefully destroy his foe and force him to apologize. He'd be damned if he let such an opportunity like this go by without him taking full advantage of it. It would possibly add insult to injury, not to mention make him a little happy. Turning to Squall, Zell told him that he would see him after classes.
"What? Wait a minute! I~~"
"Come on, Squall," Zell begged. "This won't take long."
"But...but, I~~"
"I don't want you trying to beat him up or anything. And I think the least I deserve is a little apology." Turning back to a shamed Seifer, he continued. "I need to do this alone. You understand...right?"
"..."
"You fought for me. Now I must 'fight' for myself. Come on..."
"I..." Squall soon gave in, figuring if this was the time to get some sort of retribution, it should be delivered now. "Aah, fine...do whatever you want."
"Thanks, Squall," Zell said, grinning as he walked over and sat down on Seifer's left side on the small checkup bed. He peered out through the doorway as Squall exited.
"Remember...after classes!"
Squall turned around, nodding and catching a glimpse of him before the steel doors shut. Zell glanced at Seifer, then to Dr. Kadowaki, who had gone back to her desk.
"Aah...Doctor," Zell said. "I'm sorry. You too. This is a little sudden and all..."
The kind doctor nodded and smiled, saying nothing as she obliged his wishes. Getting up from her desk, she strutted over to the exit to give the men some time to talk alone. A moment later, the Infirmary was completely empty with the exception of Zell and a humiliated and shamed Seifer. Zell focused his eyes on him, his ice blue eyes glaring a hole through his head. The silence in the tiny room was thick and looming. The sound of a slight gust outside paired with the soft hum of the computer were the only noise accompanying this situation. After what seemed like forever, Seifer swallowed what was left of his pride and willed himself to address the obvious topic that warranted discussion.
"Zell, man," the tall one said in a low tone, still staring at the floor. "I'm...you know how pathetic I am."
"...Yeah. Maybe," was the only response.
"So you do. That's why I acted like a jackass. Not to be mean to you or anything."
"Where's your pride at, Seifer," Zell asked him, turning the topic of choice to him. "Hm? Where? You seem to be a little bitch-boy right now."
"..." He could do nothing but look away from Zell. Just being near him made him feel like less of a person. Not because of what he did, but because of the sheer hypocrisy that was involved. "A gay man gay-bashing another gay man," Seifer thought to himself as Zell glared at him. He felt it on his left cheek- -his victim's eyes searing a hole through his skin, trying to penetrate directly to his very soul. And Seifer knew he deserved every ounce of guilt and punishment that he had coming to him. "This is my fate. This is my ultimate judgement," he thought to himself again.
"Maybe you haven't learned your lesson," Zell continued, interrupting Seifer's train of thought. "Let me ask you a little question, Mr. Big Shot. Mr. I-Think-I-Should-Beat-Up-A-Gay-Gay-Even-Though-I-Am-Too."
Seifer's eyes widened in pure shock. Even though he was looking away...even though his guilt was ripping him apart, this was too much. "God...how did he find out," Seifer frantically asked himself in his mind. "Fuck...I am a hypocrite. This is the end."
"Nothing to say, eh? No apology, no 'kiss my ass' or anything?" Zell was getting desperate, but he knew that he had to remain strong in case Seifer would try to turn his weakness against him. His voice was faltering and wavering, and his eyes were welling up with tears. His life had taken a turn for better and for worse since he was outed so cruelly by the man before him. And to learn that the perpetrator himself was just like him? It was nearly too much to shoulder. But Zell was bent on putting the screws to him- -mentally and emotionally. This was the only way to get some ounce of payback for what happened. He got up and stood directly in front of Seifer. Finally, gaining enough courage to do so, Seifer managed to look into his victim's face. It was getting to him, because his eyes were watering as well.
"So easy," the spiky-haired one said softly.
"W-What," Seifer asked him, his voice faltering.
"I said it would be so easy. To beat the living hell out of you right now," Zell hissed, his voice also faltering.
"...I...I know," he replied softly, looking away from him again.
"Look into my eyes."
"W-W-What~~"
"I SAID LOOK INTO MY EYES, DAMNIT," Zell suddenly boomed, causing Seifer to jerk his head up and oblige him without recourse. Both men knew that someone in the hallways should have heard that outburst, but no one came running in to check. Dr. Kadowaki had to have heard that, but still...no one entered the room. The silence was so widespread now that it was almost shrill. The wind outside picked up into a heavy gust- -almost as if it were replying to Zell's emotions directly. The hum of the machine in the corner seemed deafening to Seifer now. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Seifer said in his mind. "God, you don't how sorry I am. Fuck! Why can't I say it out loud...?"
"Look at this," Zell said sternly, pointing to his eyes. They were a little discolored, as Seifer saw, even after all of the spells and treatment he must have underwent to reverse the damage. "This is what you did to me, you motherfucker! This!"
"..." Seifer began to slowly turn his head away in humiliation, but that was not to happen now.
"No! Don't you dare do that now," Zell hissed, his voice becoming twisted with the pure hatred coursing through his veins. "You lousy fuck."
"Z-Zell, I~~"
"Shut up," was Zell's response. His blue eyes drilling right into Seifer's, Zell didn't miss a beat. The tears building up in his eyes were beginning to retract as his strength and will built up. He bent his head down and parted his hair, exposing a nasty gash that formed from near his forehead to the back of his head.
"Now look at this," Zell continued, his voice calming a little. "This is what gets me. I LIVED through this! Isn't it a miracle, Seifer?"
"...Yes," he replied dully, his emotions completely killed off.
Raising his head up, Zell asked what was wrong. "What's the problem, Seifer," he inquired calmly. "You seem a little down. Care to share with the group?"
"Zell, listen~~"
"No. I don't wanna hear it."
"I was going to say~~"
Zell surprised him by grabbing his vest with both hands and lifting him up off the bench and into the air. "What were you going to say," he asked him, looking up intently at him. Zell had gotten so strong that he could easily lift a man who weighed more than him into the air. Seifer immediately knew that this was a release of his inner energy- -his rage factor had boiled over. But he seemed so calm now that it didn't make sense.
"Unless you plan on saying the two words I wanna hear, then you'd better plan on shutting those big, flapping lips of yours," Zell told him. "Now, do you have something to say?"
"I'm...I'm..."
"You're...you're," he said, mocking him. "A moron?"
"Y-Yeah, but I'm~~"
"An imbecile? A coward? A good-for-nothing motherfucker," he continued, now grinning. "Don't let me stop you, Seifer. Please...go on."
Zell, man~~"
"I'm not your man. Now spit it out, or else I WILL kick your ass!"
"I'm sorry man," Seifer cried out, feeling threatened. "Damnit! I'm...I'm sorry!"
Still holding him up by the vest, Zell stared directly into his eyes with his grin still on. Seifer wished so much that he could read his mind, because he hoped his fate wasn't what he had thought it would be. "God, what is he thinking," the dangling man thought to himself nervously. "He'll probably break me in half. I don't stand a chance against him if he decides to beat me to a pulp. Please God, have mercy on my soul..." Almost as if his prayers were heard, Zell let go of him, letting him fall back onto the small bench. Finally, he said something to Seifer that baffled him.
"You're sexy," Zell said, knocking him off-balance.
Seifer looked up at him, fear and shock drenched in his eyes at what he said.
"W...What?"
"You heard me. I think you're sexy," he repeated in a clear and calm voice. The anger and hatred inside of him seemed to have completely disappeared, and Seifer couldn't figure out for the life of him why it did just that.
"...Huh," he said, looking up at him in a funny way.
"Listen. Don't think I've forgiven you, because I haven't." Zell turned his back to him and began pacing around. Seifer couldn't take his eyes off of him as he did this, in part because he was afraid that this was a trick. Zell stopped, forming a wide grin on his face.
"Ha-ha-ha," he laughed out loud. "I got it! I know how I'll make you pay!"
"M-Make me...pay," Seifer stuttered.
"Yeah. I'll get you good. Listen, your body and your face are entirely too good-looking to completely waste. So I won't do that to you. But..."
Now the fear in Seifer's heart was coming back. He knew that whatever it was had to be completely diabolical...at least for him anyway. "What do you plan to do," he asked cautiously.
"Where are you gonna be at after classes?"
"Huh...?"
"You heard me, dummy! Where will you be at after classes?"
"Oh...in the cafeteria, maybe. But~~"
"That's all I needed to know," Zell concluded, interrupting him. As he headed for the door, he turned around and offered the shocked Seifer one last bit of advice.
"The cafeteria...you'll be there?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Good. Because if you're not..." Zell innocently shook a fist at him, which made his eyes widen. That was the fate he had wanted to avoid altogether.
"I don't wanna have to," Zell said. "But I will if you don't obey me."
"..All right. I...I can meet you. Just not that."
"All right," Zell said as he left the room in a relatively good mood. Whatever he was planning on doing to him wouldn't benefit him. If it didn't involve getting beat up...then what would it involve? As. Dr. Kadowaki entered the room again, Seifer rubbed his face in nervousness at what his ultimate fate would be.
"Damn," he said under his breath. "I'm fucked..."
Seifer, wearing a thin crown of crimson on his brow after his beating at the hands of the faculty, made his way through the Garden Lobby with Zell's help. Squall trailed behind them suspiciously, ready at a moment's notice to jump into battle in case this was a trick of some sort. "What had he done to deserve this", Seifer thought, as he passed a few onlookers on his way to the Infirmary to receive medical attention. The people that both young men passed just stood there, looks of shock on their faces, as what seemed to be two bitter enemies threw away their hate for each other in exchange for their humanity.
"Aah...what is Zell doing helping Seifer," a male student watching it all asked his friend.
"I don't know...maybe he's trying to hit on him," the friend replied maliciously, loud enough for both Seifer and Zell to hear.
"Shut up," they both hissed in unison, not even stopping to confront them, as they entered the Infirmary. The first youth chided his counterpart as he stood there in embarrassment.
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The automatic steel door opened with a soft sliding sound as the kind doctor put vials of medicine on the shelf across the room. Dr. Kadowaki turned around suddenly to see two men she thought would never be caught near each other again enter. Seifer was clutching his abdomen, his arm draped around the shoulders of Zell who was holding him up.
"Wha...Zell," she asked. "What's going on here?"
"You have a new patient," Squall interrupted indifferently, not really caring about Seifer's condition. "Looks like someone got into a bit of trouble early this morning."
Seifer sat down on the checkup bench, taking his arm off of Zell's shoulders. After that, the shorter blonde walked back over to the door to stand by Squall's side.
"Yeah," the martial artist said. "He got beat up. By faculty."
The female physician cocked an eyebrow. "Beat...up? By faculty?"
"I guess," he continued. "Squall and I just got there after it happened. All we saw was Mr. Tough Guy over there on the ground, cowering like a baby."
"Now I see," Dr. Kadowaki said. She turned around to Seifer to ask about the situation. Is this true?"
"..." He looked away, embarrassed at being helped by the person he nearly killed yesterday.
"Come on," the doctor repeated herself, this time in a firmer tone. "I need to know. If what Zell says is true, then what happened is illegal."
"...Yeah," he said in a dismally, looking out the window.
"I understand. Now let's see what I can do for you..."
Dr. Kadowaki walked over to the shelf again to retrieve some medicine and bandages. The attack didn't look like it produced life-threatening wounds, so a couple of Potions combined with a Cure spell would do the trick. Tearing off the protective plastic covering, the doctor walked over and tried to apply the large bandage to Seifer.
"Undo your vest," she said to him calmly.
"..." He looked away from her and over to Squall and Zell as he stood up and took off his trench coat and blue vest and threw them across a nearby chair. The shorter blonde could do nothing but stare at him and his well-muscled body as Dr. Kadowaki placed a long strip of compress on his abdomen. Zell managed to maintain a look of indifference, acting as if he couldn't care either way of what happened to him. And in a way, after everything this man had done to him yesterday, he really didn't care about his situation in the least. But Zell couldn't help get a little aroused at the sight of his foe's body.
"Aaggh," Seifer moaned, indicating that his bruises were still sensitive.
"Oh hush, you big baby," the doctor retorted, preparing to place a bandage on his head, where a lot of the damage was inflicted.
Squall stood in front of the doorway, his blood boiling at the sight of his enemy in front of him. He wanted to hurt him even more, but he wasn't the type to instigate fights. His new lover, however, was secretly enthralled at the physical features of this fine specimen.
"There we go...that'll do for now," the doctor said as she stepped back.
"Nothing too bad, I hope," Seifer said.
"Nah. I've seen worse on you. You'll be fine."
"Thanks, Doctor. You're a lifesaver."
As he got ready to get up, Dr. Kadowaki pushed him back down. "Oh no you don't! You have to let the medicine settle. Stay put, young man!"
"...All right."
At that, Squall indicated that he had wanted to leave. Rolling his eyes at the entire scenario, he started to slip out, with his companion in tow. However, the one beaten up had called out another time...this time for Zell.
"A...agh...hey Zell," Seifer moaned.
The man in point whipped around, not too pleased to be held up by him. After all, he was going to see Squall off to class, then maybe go back to his dorm to catch up on due assignments. "What," Zell muttered.
"Hey...man. I need to tell you something."
"Oh yeah? What could that be?"
Seifer lowered his head, gathering his will and thoughts. "Now is the time Almasy," he said to himself in his mind. "Come on, swallow your pride and be a man..."
"What is it," Zell reiterated, this time with more force.
"I...you know..."
Zell knew exactly what he was trying to say. Almost instantaneously he had formed a calculated idea that would hopefully destroy his foe and force him to apologize. He'd be damned if he let such an opportunity like this go by without him taking full advantage of it. It would possibly add insult to injury, not to mention make him a little happy. Turning to Squall, Zell told him that he would see him after classes.
"What? Wait a minute! I~~"
"Come on, Squall," Zell begged. "This won't take long."
"But...but, I~~"
"I don't want you trying to beat him up or anything. And I think the least I deserve is a little apology." Turning back to a shamed Seifer, he continued. "I need to do this alone. You understand...right?"
"..."
"You fought for me. Now I must 'fight' for myself. Come on..."
"I..." Squall soon gave in, figuring if this was the time to get some sort of retribution, it should be delivered now. "Aah, fine...do whatever you want."
"Thanks, Squall," Zell said, grinning as he walked over and sat down on Seifer's left side on the small checkup bed. He peered out through the doorway as Squall exited.
"Remember...after classes!"
Squall turned around, nodding and catching a glimpse of him before the steel doors shut. Zell glanced at Seifer, then to Dr. Kadowaki, who had gone back to her desk.
"Aah...Doctor," Zell said. "I'm sorry. You too. This is a little sudden and all..."
The kind doctor nodded and smiled, saying nothing as she obliged his wishes. Getting up from her desk, she strutted over to the exit to give the men some time to talk alone. A moment later, the Infirmary was completely empty with the exception of Zell and a humiliated and shamed Seifer. Zell focused his eyes on him, his ice blue eyes glaring a hole through his head. The silence in the tiny room was thick and looming. The sound of a slight gust outside paired with the soft hum of the computer were the only noise accompanying this situation. After what seemed like forever, Seifer swallowed what was left of his pride and willed himself to address the obvious topic that warranted discussion.
"Zell, man," the tall one said in a low tone, still staring at the floor. "I'm...you know how pathetic I am."
"...Yeah. Maybe," was the only response.
"So you do. That's why I acted like a jackass. Not to be mean to you or anything."
"Where's your pride at, Seifer," Zell asked him, turning the topic of choice to him. "Hm? Where? You seem to be a little bitch-boy right now."
"..." He could do nothing but look away from Zell. Just being near him made him feel like less of a person. Not because of what he did, but because of the sheer hypocrisy that was involved. "A gay man gay-bashing another gay man," Seifer thought to himself as Zell glared at him. He felt it on his left cheek- -his victim's eyes searing a hole through his skin, trying to penetrate directly to his very soul. And Seifer knew he deserved every ounce of guilt and punishment that he had coming to him. "This is my fate. This is my ultimate judgement," he thought to himself again.
"Maybe you haven't learned your lesson," Zell continued, interrupting Seifer's train of thought. "Let me ask you a little question, Mr. Big Shot. Mr. I-Think-I-Should-Beat-Up-A-Gay-Gay-Even-Though-I-Am-Too."
Seifer's eyes widened in pure shock. Even though he was looking away...even though his guilt was ripping him apart, this was too much. "God...how did he find out," Seifer frantically asked himself in his mind. "Fuck...I am a hypocrite. This is the end."
"Nothing to say, eh? No apology, no 'kiss my ass' or anything?" Zell was getting desperate, but he knew that he had to remain strong in case Seifer would try to turn his weakness against him. His voice was faltering and wavering, and his eyes were welling up with tears. His life had taken a turn for better and for worse since he was outed so cruelly by the man before him. And to learn that the perpetrator himself was just like him? It was nearly too much to shoulder. But Zell was bent on putting the screws to him- -mentally and emotionally. This was the only way to get some ounce of payback for what happened. He got up and stood directly in front of Seifer. Finally, gaining enough courage to do so, Seifer managed to look into his victim's face. It was getting to him, because his eyes were watering as well.
"So easy," the spiky-haired one said softly.
"W-What," Seifer asked him, his voice faltering.
"I said it would be so easy. To beat the living hell out of you right now," Zell hissed, his voice also faltering.
"...I...I know," he replied softly, looking away from him again.
"Look into my eyes."
"W-W-What~~"
"I SAID LOOK INTO MY EYES, DAMNIT," Zell suddenly boomed, causing Seifer to jerk his head up and oblige him without recourse. Both men knew that someone in the hallways should have heard that outburst, but no one came running in to check. Dr. Kadowaki had to have heard that, but still...no one entered the room. The silence was so widespread now that it was almost shrill. The wind outside picked up into a heavy gust- -almost as if it were replying to Zell's emotions directly. The hum of the machine in the corner seemed deafening to Seifer now. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Seifer said in his mind. "God, you don't how sorry I am. Fuck! Why can't I say it out loud...?"
"Look at this," Zell said sternly, pointing to his eyes. They were a little discolored, as Seifer saw, even after all of the spells and treatment he must have underwent to reverse the damage. "This is what you did to me, you motherfucker! This!"
"..." Seifer began to slowly turn his head away in humiliation, but that was not to happen now.
"No! Don't you dare do that now," Zell hissed, his voice becoming twisted with the pure hatred coursing through his veins. "You lousy fuck."
"Z-Zell, I~~"
"Shut up," was Zell's response. His blue eyes drilling right into Seifer's, Zell didn't miss a beat. The tears building up in his eyes were beginning to retract as his strength and will built up. He bent his head down and parted his hair, exposing a nasty gash that formed from near his forehead to the back of his head.
"Now look at this," Zell continued, his voice calming a little. "This is what gets me. I LIVED through this! Isn't it a miracle, Seifer?"
"...Yes," he replied dully, his emotions completely killed off.
Raising his head up, Zell asked what was wrong. "What's the problem, Seifer," he inquired calmly. "You seem a little down. Care to share with the group?"
"Zell, listen~~"
"No. I don't wanna hear it."
"I was going to say~~"
Zell surprised him by grabbing his vest with both hands and lifting him up off the bench and into the air. "What were you going to say," he asked him, looking up intently at him. Zell had gotten so strong that he could easily lift a man who weighed more than him into the air. Seifer immediately knew that this was a release of his inner energy- -his rage factor had boiled over. But he seemed so calm now that it didn't make sense.
"Unless you plan on saying the two words I wanna hear, then you'd better plan on shutting those big, flapping lips of yours," Zell told him. "Now, do you have something to say?"
"I'm...I'm..."
"You're...you're," he said, mocking him. "A moron?"
"Y-Yeah, but I'm~~"
"An imbecile? A coward? A good-for-nothing motherfucker," he continued, now grinning. "Don't let me stop you, Seifer. Please...go on."
Zell, man~~"
"I'm not your man. Now spit it out, or else I WILL kick your ass!"
"I'm sorry man," Seifer cried out, feeling threatened. "Damnit! I'm...I'm sorry!"
Still holding him up by the vest, Zell stared directly into his eyes with his grin still on. Seifer wished so much that he could read his mind, because he hoped his fate wasn't what he had thought it would be. "God, what is he thinking," the dangling man thought to himself nervously. "He'll probably break me in half. I don't stand a chance against him if he decides to beat me to a pulp. Please God, have mercy on my soul..." Almost as if his prayers were heard, Zell let go of him, letting him fall back onto the small bench. Finally, he said something to Seifer that baffled him.
"You're sexy," Zell said, knocking him off-balance.
Seifer looked up at him, fear and shock drenched in his eyes at what he said.
"W...What?"
"You heard me. I think you're sexy," he repeated in a clear and calm voice. The anger and hatred inside of him seemed to have completely disappeared, and Seifer couldn't figure out for the life of him why it did just that.
"...Huh," he said, looking up at him in a funny way.
"Listen. Don't think I've forgiven you, because I haven't." Zell turned his back to him and began pacing around. Seifer couldn't take his eyes off of him as he did this, in part because he was afraid that this was a trick. Zell stopped, forming a wide grin on his face.
"Ha-ha-ha," he laughed out loud. "I got it! I know how I'll make you pay!"
"M-Make me...pay," Seifer stuttered.
"Yeah. I'll get you good. Listen, your body and your face are entirely too good-looking to completely waste. So I won't do that to you. But..."
Now the fear in Seifer's heart was coming back. He knew that whatever it was had to be completely diabolical...at least for him anyway. "What do you plan to do," he asked cautiously.
"Where are you gonna be at after classes?"
"Huh...?"
"You heard me, dummy! Where will you be at after classes?"
"Oh...in the cafeteria, maybe. But~~"
"That's all I needed to know," Zell concluded, interrupting him. As he headed for the door, he turned around and offered the shocked Seifer one last bit of advice.
"The cafeteria...you'll be there?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Good. Because if you're not..." Zell innocently shook a fist at him, which made his eyes widen. That was the fate he had wanted to avoid altogether.
"I don't wanna have to," Zell said. "But I will if you don't obey me."
"..All right. I...I can meet you. Just not that."
"All right," Zell said as he left the room in a relatively good mood. Whatever he was planning on doing to him wouldn't benefit him. If it didn't involve getting beat up...then what would it involve? As. Dr. Kadowaki entered the room again, Seifer rubbed his face in nervousness at what his ultimate fate would be.
"Damn," he said under his breath. "I'm fucked..."