Disclaimer: STOP REMINDING ME! ::runs off bawling:: Okay. Any ways…I'd like to thank my reviewers that loved the previous chapter!

Fantasy101: Indeed, poor seify. :-P

Grasshopper: YAY! Squallsy has pink hair! I can't wait for the sequel! Then Seifer can truly be mine! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! ::evil laughter::

Glasirt: I did. I did. And you aren't the only one that wants Squally-chan dead.

Zierra: That's okay. Maybe if you remember your argument you can post it for the next review. :-P I actually used to adore Squall, but as I replayed the game and reread what he said…he's kinda a jackass. He's more of a jerk than anything. I fear that I don't like him that much any more. Even though he is sexy. Can't wait for you to post!

Yuki: Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha! ::beats Squall with a rock:: Zell might find out very soon.

"Seifer?" A feminine voice called, a shadow in the open doorway of his room. Stifled sobs reached her ears as she cautiously stepped inside. "Seifer? What's wrong?" Slowly she made her way to his bedroom, to find a Seifer with his knees to his chest, and wrapped tightly in a green comforter.

"How'd you get in here? Why are you here?" He barked, wiping the stray tears away from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"…Door was open, and I could hear you crying. I'm next door you know." The teenager sat down on the bed next to him, and wrapped an arm around his bare shoulders. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Leave me alone."

"Obviously you aren't. Here you are, curled up like a little boy, wrapped in a blanket, crying. What's wron—Holy Hyne is that…" Russet eyes opened wide as she eyed the white liquid on the bed.

"It's horrible! I'm a bad man! I'm a bad man!" His arms flew free from the safe haven of the blanket as he threw his arms around the shocked girl. The blanket pooled at his waist.

"You aren't a bad man…please…tell me what happened." She stroked the hair that was matted to his head with sweat softly, her other hand rubbing slow and steady circles on his naked back.

The martial artist sat there, with two women hanging onto him tightly. The brunette crying, and the sorceress comforting. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He refused to believe it. He did not dump Seifer because Selphie had told him to. Did he? He stood abruptly, knocking the two off of him, his icy blues staring intensely at the ball of flame emerging from just over the horizon. Crimson and orange hues filling the cloudless sky, and reflected off the clear waters. "I love Seifer! Why didn't I see it before? I love him more than anything. Squall…he's just—he's just a—he's a brother! That's what he is. The best brother I could ever ask for! I'm not intellectually attracted to him, like I want to believe…it was all physical. Purely physical…I'm going to tell Squall and Seifer how I feel right now! Oh thank you! THANK YOU!" Zell jumped up and down with his own revelation as the two women looked up to him, with knowing smiles on their faces. Seifer will have his Zell back.

Seifer clung to the student, sobbing his heart out onto her shoulder. He told her everything. Every little detail from the beginning of the relationship and to the very end. His emeralds, bloodshot, from all the crying, from the raw emotions that were ripped out into the open. He was grateful she didn't judge, that all she did was listen, and stroke his back lovingly. Her lips whispering sweet nothings in his ear to calm him down from hysteria. His hands gripped the black material that covered her back tightly. "…Seifer…" She cooed. He sniffled an inaudible response to let her know he was listening to her wisdom. "Zell doesn't deserve you. You bent over backwards for him, you did everything to please him, but from what I hear…what has he done for you? Has he ever come running to your aide? Has he ever done anything romantic for you? No. He hasn't. He doesn't deserve you. You've done nothing but give, and he throws you to the side like you're trash. Just because he thinks the relationship you have is physical. Seifer, you deserve better than that. Someone that will pamper you in return, someone that will bend over backwards for you, someone that knows you are worth it. Seifer Almasy, it's not your fault things didn't work out. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." She kissed his temple and stood slowly, making sure not to knock him back onto his bed roughly. "I'm going to go let you get dressed, because whether you realized it or not, you're still naked. And I'm a student of yours for learning how to use the gunblade. The only one at that. So…if I get caught with you, ass nekkid—things won't blow over too easily…" She glanced at the digital clock resting on the night table, "Thank Hyne it's a Saturday, or we both would've missed class. It's seven thirty AM do you know where your class is?" She grinned as his face flushed a bright red, he just clung to his student—butt nekkid, save for a comforter that just almost fell off him as he clung. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria if you need me." He nodded meekly and swallowed the lump in his throat.

The martial artist sprinted to Balamb Garden as it rested near Dollet and the beautiful beach he had his cognizance on with the help of his two exquisite friends. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, he wanted to make up with Seifer, and make up for lost time. He barged into the commons area as the few students that were up looked at him startled. He skipped stairs at a time as he repeatedly smashed the button for the elevator to come down to the lobby floor. Crossing his arms across his chest, he tapped his foot impatiently. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. With each tap came in a succession of button mashing. "Frickin' hell. Stupid elevator, I'm gonna smash your…" The ding pulled him out of his curses as he jumped into the small box and began his button mashing ritual once more. "CLOSE! DAMNIT! CLOSE YOU STUPID DOORS!" He growled and actually kicked the button that would take him to the third floor. A student eyed Zell warily from the directory, her knuckles white from her vice like grip on the directory. This was the instructor that gave her those detentions for her lack of respect for the authority. This was the instructor that gave her excess homework because she talked back to him. This was the instructor beating the shit out of the elevator—and when he wasn't mad. She found herself suddenly respecting him. She found herself afraid of him.

"Kammy!" A girl called from behind her.

"Cynthia!" She turned on her heels, smiling, and trailed after her friend disappearing back around the corner. "…I'm never gonna get on Zell's bad side." She muttered.

Zell sighed finally as the doors whirred shut before him, the elevator humming as it slowly ascended up to the third floor. Too slow for Zell's liking, and he found himself jogging in place and shadow boxing with the air. Five minutes seemed like five hours to Zell as the metallic doors finally whirred open once more revealing his destination. Taking a deep breath he briskly walked over to the large red doors and shoved them open. What he saw was not what he expected. Angry scarlet began to fill his vision. Good brother his ass.

Author's Notes: GASP! What did Zell see? What about Seifer? Hmmm…Stay tuned for next chapter! I am on a roll! WOO!