Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I wish I owned Seifer…and Logan. Oh yeah, don't own marvel comic characters either. Just as the side note for those confuzzled…it's the movie Logan. You know…Hugh Jackman. ::Wolf whistles:: HO-YEAH BABY! Oh and sorry it took so long for me to update…But I'm kinda grounded from the internet…I snuck on just for you!! Let's just hope I don't get killed in the process…Err…
Storm-gray orbs widened dumfounded as a man with a tattoo on the side of his face stood there in the doorway only moments after slamming the door open. His chest heaving, icy blues watering, and most of the dirt on his clothes gone. He fell to the floor in a sobbing mess. Oh god what did he do? "Zell, oh my goodness, what happened?" The young headmaster rose from behind his desk and raced over to the shaking lump.
"Is my old dorm room still vacant?" The lump muttered through its tears.
"Yes…Zell what happened?" He crouched down next to Zell, placing a comforting hand on his back, his gaze full of concern.
"Squall…Could you help me move back into it?" Zell dared to look up with a tear-streaked face.
"Oh Zell!" Squall placed an arm around his friend and helped him up, "Come, let us move you back into your room. We can talk about what happened there. Sound good?"
"Thanks Squall." Zell mumbled as he leaned on the taller brunette for support, and together they somberly marched into the elevator to head to the first floor. The soft hum of the elevator going down was the only noise between the two, and the whirring of the doors opening pulled them from their thoughts. Zell wiped a stray tear from his eye with the back of his hand as he stepped off, Squall's arm wrapped around his waist to prevent Zell from falling down.
"No! I said…NO! Don't you ever understand that nothing could ever come between us? I DON'T LIKE YOU! IN FACT…I HATE YOU! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU OBSESSIVE WOMAN!" Squall glanced over with amused eyes at the feral man growling at the advancing woman. "CYNTHIA! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"Awe, Logan, do you really mean it?" She stammered and stood there looking at him with pathetic eyes.
"YES!" He roared and fled from the lobby.
"Kammy…Emily…" Her lip quivered as they just hugged the poor teenage tightly. "ZELL!" Her voice shrieked and the thudding of combat boots echoed as she sprinted towards the two. "Oh Zell, what happened? Are you okay?"
"Cynthia…I'm fine." He plastered a big grin on his face, "damn those Ochus." He shook his head and snapped his fingers, hoping she'd be stupid enough to buy it.
"Zell…If you ever need anything, I'm here for you, okay?" She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and headed back to her troop.
"C'mon Zell, the sooner we move you back, the better."
"…All right." The two marched in silence down the dormitory wing, already knowing which door to head through. Zell opened the door with a heavy sigh as the scent of Seifer's cologne wafted to their nostrils. Zell's eyes watered briefly as he separated from Squall's grip and began to rummage for his stuff.
"Here lemme help you." Squall randomly opened the closet door and yanked out an empty box, "…Zell?" Tossing the cardboard to the ground, he cautiously entered what he assumed Seifer and Zell's bedroom. There Zell was, on the bed, hunched over face in his hands, his shoulders shaking violently. "Oh Zell…" Squall pushed the duffel bag half filled with Zell's clothes to the side and sat down, placing a friendly arm around his companion's shoulders. "Do you want me to pack for you? You can go rest in your room." Zell didn't say anything; he just stood up and left. Squall heaved a sigh and ran a gloved hand through his brunette locks. This was going to be tough.
Squall rummaged through the closet grabbing what he thought were Zell's clothes and tossed them onto the bed. His eye twitched as he caught sight of Seifer's trench coat hanging there, the bloodstain on his collar ever so slight. Images of the intense training flashed through his mind, the blood splattering on the ground, the disgruntled cry and his revolver making contact with flesh. He visibly flinched; Seifer was under a spell. There was so much hate in his emerald eyes. All a spell. Shaking his head Squall yanked open the dresser drawers and grabbed Zell's clothes and uniforms. Satisfied he grabbed all of his friend's clothes he began to stuff them into the duffel bag. Squall plopped down onto the bed and scanned the room for anything he missed. There on the dresser a giant white teddy bear, with a red silk bow around its fat neck, and his little paws holding a stuffed heart, "I love you…Chicken-Wuss." Embellished white lettering on the crimson heart and next to the bear a frame. A frame with porcelain shaped flat eggs, with a chicken running to the bottom left corner of the frame, with white feathers flitting behind it. He chuckled to himself at all the references to Zell's nickname…but it was the photo inside. Zell was wearing a hat with a giant stuffed chicken head on it, his arms wrapped around Seifer's neck, drawing the taller blonde into a kiss. Seifer had his arms wrapped around Zell's waist protectively, his hands groping the shorter man's ass. Seifer and Zell looked madly in-love. Too bad pictures are deceiving. "Nice." Squall muttered and stuffed the picture frame into the bag, and tossed the bag's strap over his shoulder. He went out into the main room and placed the duffel bag on the couch.
Picking up the box and resting it against his hip with his right arm holding the box tightly, he rummaged through the bookshelf, tossing what he assumed were Zell's books into the box. Gratified with himself for placing all of Zell's belongings in the box, he slung the clothes filled bag over his shoulder and opened the dorm room door. At the last minute Squall grabbed the stuffed bear of the dresser and placed it in the box, and raced out of the room.
Zell didn't even bother closing his door. Squall placed the belongings on the ground and kicked the door shut. He crossed his arms over his chest, the leather of his bomber jacket groaning as it shifted. Bloodshot icy blues peeked out from under closed lids at the man by the door. "Zell…what happened?" Squall sat down next to the man spread out on the bed with legs dangling over the edge.
"…I broke up with Seifer."
"Wha…What? Why?" Squall helped his struggling friend to sit up, and allowed Zell to rest his head on Squall's shoulder. "You two were deeply in love!"
"…No…It was all physical." He grunted with amusement, "…Like he said when we first came out to you. Sexual tension. Then you passed out! That was great!" Zell rambled on, "…I thought it was more than that though. But now that I think about it...did we ever hold a conversation without groping each other?"
"You mean like conversations you and I have?" He glanced down at the man that was now lying his head in Squall's lap.
"Yeah, you and I don't go jumping into each other's pants…" Zell looked up at the storm-gray eyes and stuck his tongue out in bitter amusement. Out of impulse, the young headmaster wrapped his arms around the smaller man and helped sit him up. His hand resting on the back of the blonde head, he gave into the urge to kiss the soft supple lips before him. Zell's eyes widened for a moment, and slowly slid close, his arms wrapping themselves around Squall's neck. All Zell could think of, "this is the comfort…this is the relationship I need."
Seifer trudged into the room, exhausted. He got the work out he needed at the training center, with the help of casting haste, protect, and shell on the monsters he encountered. There was something different about the room. He paused for a minute and glanced around…Zell's stuff was gone! "DAMNIT!" He shrieked and punched the wall closest to him, "I screwed up, yet again!" He marched over to the fridge and yanked the door open. He snatched the beer out of the refrigerator and flung himself onto the leather couch. Popping open the can he chugged the entire thing, and tossed the can to the ground. "What have I done?" He buried his face in his hands and let out a tormented howl. "What the hell have I done? I'm sorry, Angel. I'm so sorry."
Author's notes: I can be so cruel. I feel bad now! Seifer's crying, Zell was crying. I think I'm crying! OI! I don't know if I should continue this…I'm not getting many reviews. :-( No reviews…no motivation to write. No motivation. No more stories. PWEASE REVIEW! I IS LONELY!
