'Amends'
Author: The Notorious Naurwen
Chapter 2: Tying Up Lose Ends.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I wish I owned Squall, though! ^_^
Author's Notes: Hi! I'd like to thank Imhotep Ardeth Bey for the sweet review! I hope to get more like this in the near future! You made me happy! ^_^
Gathering up his courage, Seifer knocked on the door of Zell's dorm. He took a deep breath as he waited for a reply.
"Who is it?" Came Zell's reply, muffled by the door.
Seifer took another deep breath. "It's me."
Zell opened the door with a scowl on his face. "What the hell do you want?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"To talk." Seifer answered, sticking his hands in his trench coat pockets.
"What for? To get everyone back on your good side? Because if that's the case, leave now." Zell snapped, glaring at the taller blonde.
"Is it a crime to try to make amends these days? I'm here to tie up lose ends. I'm feeling guilty, alright?" Seifer spilled, looking at Zell determinedly. The short martial artist was clearly taken aback. His face was etched with shock.
" . . . Come in." He said finally, moving away from the door to allow Seifer to enter.
"Thanks." Seifer replied, entering the room. Zell walked across the room and sat on his bed. Seifer parked himself in a chair that was opposite the bed. Zell's walls were covered with magazine clippings of fighters and weapons and quite a few posters of the same genre. The room was also rather messy and dirty clothes and old papers littered the floor. All in all, it was fitting for a person like Zell.
"What did you want to say?" Zell asked promptly. Looking Seifer dead in the eye.
"That I've been feeling guilty about making fun of you all of these years. I'm sorry." Seifer said. Zell's eyes on his face were bothering him. Those sky blue irises never left his own turquoise pair. " . . . Why do you keep staring?" He asked finally, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"You really meant all that." Zell said in awe, still staring. "Why all of a sudden like this?"
"You wouldn't understand." Seifer replied, sighing.
"Why not?" Zell asked, finally done staring and raising an eyebrow.
"Because, you just wouldn't. Don't read too much into it, ok?" Seifer replied, looking gravely at Zell, who held up his hands in defeat.
"Hey, fine by me." The shorter blonde said.
"Alright." Seifer paused and held out his hand. "Truce?"
Zell smiled and shook his outstretched palm. "Truce."
~*~
The phone rang and Seifer groggily picked up the phone. He was back at his own door fairly quickly after his talk with Zell. He assumed it was Fujin wanting to know how things went.
He was right.
"SEIFER. ZELL. FRIENDS?" She asked immediately.
"What? No Hello?" Seifer laughed. "Yes. Friends."
"BOYFRIENDS?" She inquired with a slight giggle.
"No. Zell doesn't even know about me yet. I don't know how he would react." Seifer replied, running a hand through his hair. "But at least we're friends at that's a start, right?"
"AFFIRMATIVE." She said. "ZELL. FRIENDS. MISSION. SOON. SEIFER. TELL. THEN."
"Maybe, Fujin. I need to get a better idea of how he will react. It took me forever to tell you guys. I hate to make sure that you wouldn't hate me, you know? It was hard enough coming to grips with it myself let alone worrying about how you guys would take it. Besides, I don't even know if Zell likes guys."
"YOU. TELL. ZELL. THEN. KNOW." She suggested. "MAYBE. ZELL. CONFESS. TO. YOU."
Seifer snorted, "I doubt it. Zell still doesn't trust me."
"SHOW. TRUST. TELL. WHEN. READY." Fujin said. "MUST GO. TALK LATER."
"See you, Fujin." Seifer hung up and went to sleep. Soon, Squall and his posse, save Zell, would be off on a mission for about a week. Maybe then, he and Zell could learn to trust each other. And maybe they would end up more than friends.
Author: The Notorious Naurwen
Chapter 2: Tying Up Lose Ends.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I wish I owned Squall, though! ^_^
Author's Notes: Hi! I'd like to thank Imhotep Ardeth Bey for the sweet review! I hope to get more like this in the near future! You made me happy! ^_^
Gathering up his courage, Seifer knocked on the door of Zell's dorm. He took a deep breath as he waited for a reply.
"Who is it?" Came Zell's reply, muffled by the door.
Seifer took another deep breath. "It's me."
Zell opened the door with a scowl on his face. "What the hell do you want?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"To talk." Seifer answered, sticking his hands in his trench coat pockets.
"What for? To get everyone back on your good side? Because if that's the case, leave now." Zell snapped, glaring at the taller blonde.
"Is it a crime to try to make amends these days? I'm here to tie up lose ends. I'm feeling guilty, alright?" Seifer spilled, looking at Zell determinedly. The short martial artist was clearly taken aback. His face was etched with shock.
" . . . Come in." He said finally, moving away from the door to allow Seifer to enter.
"Thanks." Seifer replied, entering the room. Zell walked across the room and sat on his bed. Seifer parked himself in a chair that was opposite the bed. Zell's walls were covered with magazine clippings of fighters and weapons and quite a few posters of the same genre. The room was also rather messy and dirty clothes and old papers littered the floor. All in all, it was fitting for a person like Zell.
"What did you want to say?" Zell asked promptly. Looking Seifer dead in the eye.
"That I've been feeling guilty about making fun of you all of these years. I'm sorry." Seifer said. Zell's eyes on his face were bothering him. Those sky blue irises never left his own turquoise pair. " . . . Why do you keep staring?" He asked finally, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"You really meant all that." Zell said in awe, still staring. "Why all of a sudden like this?"
"You wouldn't understand." Seifer replied, sighing.
"Why not?" Zell asked, finally done staring and raising an eyebrow.
"Because, you just wouldn't. Don't read too much into it, ok?" Seifer replied, looking gravely at Zell, who held up his hands in defeat.
"Hey, fine by me." The shorter blonde said.
"Alright." Seifer paused and held out his hand. "Truce?"
Zell smiled and shook his outstretched palm. "Truce."
~*~
The phone rang and Seifer groggily picked up the phone. He was back at his own door fairly quickly after his talk with Zell. He assumed it was Fujin wanting to know how things went.
He was right.
"SEIFER. ZELL. FRIENDS?" She asked immediately.
"What? No Hello?" Seifer laughed. "Yes. Friends."
"BOYFRIENDS?" She inquired with a slight giggle.
"No. Zell doesn't even know about me yet. I don't know how he would react." Seifer replied, running a hand through his hair. "But at least we're friends at that's a start, right?"
"AFFIRMATIVE." She said. "ZELL. FRIENDS. MISSION. SOON. SEIFER. TELL. THEN."
"Maybe, Fujin. I need to get a better idea of how he will react. It took me forever to tell you guys. I hate to make sure that you wouldn't hate me, you know? It was hard enough coming to grips with it myself let alone worrying about how you guys would take it. Besides, I don't even know if Zell likes guys."
"YOU. TELL. ZELL. THEN. KNOW." She suggested. "MAYBE. ZELL. CONFESS. TO. YOU."
Seifer snorted, "I doubt it. Zell still doesn't trust me."
"SHOW. TRUST. TELL. WHEN. READY." Fujin said. "MUST GO. TALK LATER."
"See you, Fujin." Seifer hung up and went to sleep. Soon, Squall and his posse, save Zell, would be off on a mission for about a week. Maybe then, he and Zell could learn to trust each other. And maybe they would end up more than friends.