Disclaimer: Same as all the other chapters.

Zierra: Oh yes, very far from over.

Kamela: Have another cliffhanger! :-P

Anonymous: You'll find out in due time why Squall is such a jackass. Don't worry. ::laughs evilly::

ReiLynn: Here's your chapter! :-P Thanks for the compliment I appreciate it.

Zell couldn't even make it back to his dormitory. He slumped against the wall, his vision blurred by the tears welling up in his cerulean oculars. Thoughts were racing through his head and the tears of frustration silently slid down his tanned cheeks. By the time he realized his errors, Seifer was gone. His knight gave up on waiting, and left him out in the cold dark night. Zell didn't understand! If Seifer truly loved Zell, then he would've waited…wouldn't he? "Cynthia has no right…" He muttered as he slowly rose to his feet, shoulders shaking from his taciturn laments. He glanced at his watch, "8 o'clock. Seifer is going to come pick Cynthia up…" His gaze scanned the direction the gunblader would be coming in. He raised a thoughtful eyebrow as he began to jog towards his dormitory.

He didn't even bother to close the door, he just raced into the bathroom, and stared at his reflection. His cheeks were puffy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair began to fall from its familiar spikes. Turning on the faucet, he splashed cold water onto his face, and reached for the hair gel that rested on the counter. Fixing his hair, drying his face, and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes, he walked back into the main room and grabbed his car keys off of the kitchen counter. He took long strides down the hallway quickly enough to see Seifer and Cynthia disappear around the corner and into the garage. Pausing for a brief moment, he flattened himself against the wall with the yellow stripe leading into the actual garage. His ears strained to hear the start of an engine, and then the revving. He chewed on his bottom lip, his heart pounding against his ribcage, and slowly he crept into the garage, the tail lights of the silver mustang greeting his eyes in a goodbye.

When he arrived in Dollet just shortly after Seifer parked his car, his blood boiled as he watched the student take her teacher's hand. Parking his own car, he watched from afar as Seifer led the teenager further into the town. Zell could barely suppress the growl that rumbled in the back of his throat. His vision began to turn green. Slinking out of his jeep and shutting the door soundlessly, he hid in the shadows watching the blonde take the girl into the café. The same café Seifer took Zell to. He couldn't believe his knight had moved on so quickly. "Zell?" An amicable voice inquired from behind him. Slowly he turned around to see someone he handed expected to find accidentally in a long time. There she stood, in a slinky black dress, with a low neckline, and her arm wrapped around the man next to her. Her long golden locks down from its usual style, just barely whispering on her ivory shoulder. She smiled warmly at him and fixed her thin frame glasses.

"Quistis?" He tilted his head to the side and glanced at the man next to her. She just nodded and shook her head with amusement.

"Zell, this is my fiancee, Richard B. Riddick. He was that man I told you about that I met in Deling. He's the headmaster of Galbadia Garden." She sighed happily as her arm held firmly onto the well proportionate muscled arm. Zell couldn't help but gawk at the broad shouldered man with a shaven head. He looked like an escaped convict that has murdered several people in his time. But if he's a headmaster of Garden, he couldn't possibly be a convict. They wouldn't allow it. Her smile faltered as she realized Zell was spaced out. "Would you excuse us, Riddick? I'll meet you at the café by the fountain."

"Sure." He leaned down and kissed her softly before heading off to the fountain. Quistis stepped towards Zell cautiously and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" She let out a startled cry as he fell to the ground; his shoulders slumped over. She kneeled down next to the jaded man, as he began to pour out the entire story of what happened, since the day she left. He poured out his frustrations, his anger, his anguish, and his confusion. And she did what good friends always do—she listened. She held him to her and allowed him just to cry on her. Making soft cooing noises to calm him out of his state of hysteria. "Zell?" She nudged the crying man, and slowly cerulean eyes met her own. "I love you, as a friend. You know I do. So I'm sorry if this sounds a little harsh…but…you don't have any right to be mad at Seifer. He met the requirements that you had set up for him, he was there for you when you needed him, and you were the one that turned him away. Just because Selphie told you to break up with him, because of an opinion that wasn't well thought out. Of course Seifer wasn't going to wait around for you, you showed him that you were never going back to him. You moved on the day of the breakup. You turned to Squall. From what I've heard about Seifer, he wanted you to be happy, so if it meant you found it in his enemy, so be it. He wasn't going to wait for you. You were happy." She placed a hand on his tattooed cheek, "Seifer loves you, but he has a life. You got to let him be happy too."

"NO! I'm not happy! I'm not happy with being with Squall! I don't know what I want anymore! I don't know how I feel anymore! But all I want is to be with Seifer!" Zell wailed and clung to Quistis. "I wanted to tell Squall today about everything. About how sorry I am for just using him like that. I want to tell him. But today, I went into his office and I thought I saw him with Naurwen…but…I guess my eyes told me wrong once Naurwen left. I saw it was Aaron. It was just Aaron in Squall clothes. How can I ever tell Squall about how much I still love Seifer? I'm kind of glad I didn't see him today, I don't know what to say to him."

"You thought it was Squall? …Aaron in Squall's clothes?" Quistis tilted her head in thought. Something was fishy about that statement. Shaking the thought from her head, she returned her attention to Zell. "Wait…why are you following Seifer? Is he here?"

"Yes he's here! I don't know! I just wanted to see what was going on with him and Cynthia. I don't know! I'm just so mad at him for moving on! I can't even think straight anymore!" Zell moved away from Quistis, and crumpled to the ground in defeat. "I don't know anything anymore. I'm going insane without Seifer."

"It sounds like you need him more than he needs you." Quistis thought aloud and quickly covered her mouth, her eyes whispering her silent apologies. She sighed a breath of relief as she realized Zell wasn't listening to her anymore. He was too hysterical. Rummaging through her black sequin purse, she yanked out her cell and began to dial; she held the sleek phone to her ear, "Riddick, I'm going to need help getting Zell home." She mumbled a few other things and hung up. "Come on, Zell. Let's get you back to your room." She stood and offered the whimpering man a hand, and he took it into his own shaky hands. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she began to lead him back to his jeep.

"Here, let me handle this." A gruff voice called from behind the two, as Quistis jumped out of her skin. Zell stumbled backwards into a broad chest, his chest heaving from the wave of terror that had washed over him.

"Riddick, you need to learn to be a little more noisy when you walk." The blonde held a hand to her heart, trying to calm its nerves. "You're going to kill me one day." She turned and faced her fiancee to see him smiling ubiquitously. He just picked Zell up, and threw the smaller man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The martial artist yelped in surprise as the larger man began to walk.

"Zell, I'm going to drive you back to Balamb Garden. Riddick's going to follow behind us, so he can give me a ride back. Okay?" Quistis asked politely, watching her fiancee place the martial artist into his jeep on the passenger side.

"Okay…" he muttered, staring down at his clasped hands. He went to reach for his keys, and looked up wide eyed, they were gone.

"Don't worry. I've got them" The brawny beau jingled the keys before Zell. He just grinned at the confused man, and tossed the keys to Quistis. She hopped into the driver's seat and started up the jeep, glancing at the silent man next to her.

The drive back to garden was silent, save for the few sniffling noise Zell made. Parking in the garage, she helped lead Zell back into the familiar halls of Balamb Garden. Riddick following suit. Zell just ambled along, with his arm around Quistis's shoulder for support. His gaze always on the floor. "You get some rest, okay?" Quistis searched her purse for a pen and paper, scrawling something down, she handed it to the martial artist. "This is my number. I live in Deling just to let you know. Call me if you need anything, okay?" A nod. "I love you, Zell. I hope things get better for you." She hugged him briefly and almost reluctantly she left him to go into his room. "Poor Zell." She muttered and leaned into Riddick. "He looks like hell."

Zell stumbled into the dark kitchen, and rummaged through one of the drawers. His fingers clasping the handle of the blade tightly; a sad smile adorned his lips. The glinting of the metal in the moonlight was beautiful.

Author's notes: Oh for those of you that have seen the movie Pitch Black, I used Richard B. Riddick from it. Hyne I love him. Isn't he an awesome character?! NOTICE THE INFERENCES TO HIS CHARACTER FROM DA MOOBIE?!! ISN'T THAT GREAT?!!! Okies… GASP! What the hell is going on here?! Is Zell gonna do the unthinkable?! IS HE?! OH NOW! WHY?! WHY ZELL WHY?!!! ::falls to my knees, pounding my fists into the ground.::

Zell: Err…Cynthia? *nudge*

Huh?

Zell: Start writing the next chapter, then I'd like to know what the frickin' hell I'm doing.

Oh. Okay.

Seifer: …Am I gonna stay gay?

::naughty grin:: You'll see. Now you! ::points to you through the monitor:: GET A REVIEWIN'!!!