Disclaimer: Don't make me hurt something, if I have to remind you one more time!
The Great All Knowing Kamela: Maybe we shouldn't put it in the hole at all. I love death too. ::broad grin::
Yuki: Don't worry it's not gonna be over for a long time. I kinda feel bad for myself too. :-P Thank Hyne you didn't forget me! I love you!
Grasshopper: Here's the update! Now hurry up and post/write the sequel!!
Zierra: Hm…Have you been inside my brain? NOT that the bear did it… ::shifty eyes:: :-P
Fantasy101: Aww thanks for the compliment, I try. ^_^
ReiLynn: Aw, don't cry! HERE! ::Gives ReiLynn chibi Zell and Seifer dolls::
The night was late—it was four in the morning to be exact. Most of the students had retired to their dormitories, but the remaining few were those close to Naurwen. Grasshopper, Cynthia, Kammy, Selphie, and Rinoa stood off to the side, hushed and quietly whispering amongst themselves as the other SeeDs and instructors did their investigation. Seifer ambled around, checking the ground for the minute details, emerald eyes darting back over to the statue of a headmaster every so often. He raised a blonde eyebrow in question, Squall held the same look, same position, and same very slow breathing pattern for more than six and a half hours. Almost as if he were in a trance—but you knew he wasn't. Seifer couldn't help the low growl that rumbled deep within his throat. He was going to tell Zell after he got a decent night's sleep. He was going to tell Zell the truth about the perfect lion…regardless if Zell was within his clutch again, so close to being welcomed back into his heart. Oh-ho Seifer did not forget at how he was thrown away like a piece of trash, so suddenly replaced with a brand new toy.
Irvine looked almost disgusted as his boot made a loud squish. "Gaaaah!" He moaned as he lifted his boot up to inspect, "I hate it when I step in T-res shi…SHIT! Guys…GUYS! COME LOOK AT THIS!!!" He shrieked as his brain finally realized that wasn't what he thought it was…it was a strip of human flesh…Naurwen's flesh. He hopped up on down on one foot, his arms flailing, and his face scrunched up with disgust. "GET IT OFF MY FOOT! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" The other SeeDs couldn't help but snicker, the prestigious sharpshooter that helped in the defeat of Ultimecia, the same guy that has seen many a gruesome deaths, and causing some of them—whining over human flesh. Okay—maybe all the deaths were monsters and sorceresses, but none the less flesh is flesh.
Zell couldn't help but crack a smile in amusement, even if it weren't the appropriate time. Irvine always made everyone feel better in such situations. He didn't know what he would do without him. Bending down to pick up a long stick, his quick paced strides led him over to the irked cowboy. With a quick thrust, the flesh fell to the ground with an almost inaudible splat.
Ten minutes later, the Training Center was closed off for the week, and all the instructors, SeeDs, and remaining students were standing outside of the entrance. Squall for the first time in a long time, spoke, "It's a very late night—early morning…Everyone get some rest, we'll deal with this a little bit later, when we're more awake. I know it's very unSeeD like…but I see how all of you are dragging your feet. I want a trustworthy SeeD and instructor to stand guard, I don't want any of the evidence in the training center that's there, tampered with. No one goes in, or out without a written document from me."
"I volunteer to help stand guard." Rinoa emerged from the small wall of people, and stood at the entrance in mock attention.
"I'll stand guard with Rinoa." A familiar voice spoke from behind Zell, and Aaron appeared from out the shadows.
"At eighteen hundred hours, we will all meet back here, to figure out the shifts. Rinoa…Aaron…one of you must always be here to stand guard. That is all—Dismissed." Squall blatantly waved a bestrewing hand and marched off to his dormitory…not giving Zell the chance to speak to him.
Seifer's hand lashed out to grab a hold of the retreating student's arm. He whipped her around to face him, a very startled cry escaped her lips as she looked at him with intense curiosity. "Are you okay?" He looked down into her bloodshot russet eyes, immediately she flung herself at him, clinging to his shirt—tears of anguish finally escaping her.
Rinoa went to say something, but Zell cut her off with a confused look. She shrugged not sure what to do at the turn of events. "No Seifer…I'm not okay! My friend was murdered. Do you hear me? MURDERED! Hyne knows that I was mad at her, angry at her for her stupidity and accusations—but I didn't want her to just…DIE!" The student whimpered indignantly, "I didn't get to say I'm sorry. I didn't get to say I'm sorry!"
"It's okay Cynthia. Let me take you back to your room, okay?" Seifer cooed, feeling her head nod diffidently, her arms wrapping around his waist. Without even a second glance at the rest of the people around them, he began to lead her back to her dormitory.
Rinoa looked at Zell sadly and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "It's probably nothing…" She glanced at the retreating headmaster and quickly followed suit, cutting him off. Zell didn't even bother to listen to what Rinoa whispered into Squall's ear—he was going to wait for Seifer—he needed to talk to Seifer.
"Zell—I was wondering if—I'm sorry for your loss." Grasshopper stepped in front of the martial artist, her gaze sincere. But it seemed as if he wasn't listening to her, he just merely—brushed passed her.
"Zell!" Kammy snapped, jabbing the man harshly on the shoulder, "Grasshopper was talking to you! Just because you lost a friend, doesn't give you the right to ignore the others!" Her hazel eyes softened his icy blues met hers with a defeated look.
"Are you okay?" The brunette came up to the martial artist, hugging him briefly, "…Zell?"
"I'm fine Selphie. Just so many things have happened tonight—I guess I'm—I…"
"Zelly's jeaaaaaaalous." Irvine jumped out of no where and smirked, only to get slapped, and slapped hard on the chest by his girlfriend. Her glare was silencing him, saying, "Now is not the time". With an apologetic look, the group dispersed letting Zell make his way through, and head towards the direction Seifer and Cynthia went.
His arm was casually slung around the half asleep student, nestled closely to his side, as his other hand clumsily opened the door. Their feet trudged into the dark room, and both cursed loudly as they stumbled into the furniture. Slowly but more cautiously they made their way into the bedroom. "I'll talk to you later on today—you get some sleep, all right?" Seifer blinked, his vision adapting to the darkness. The chill that met his side, and the rustling of blankets met his senses.
"Seifer?" her voice sounded frail, vulnerable—scared. "Please just stay here tonight…I don't want to be alone." Her speech wavered with sadness.
"What about your roommate?" He blindly gestured to the wall, where the other bedroom would be.
"She's dead—remember?" It finally cracked and gave way to silent sobs. Seifer felt his heart tear out of his chest for the stupid question. He sat down next to her, placing a hand on her hip, and a kiss on her cheek. "Please just stay here for tonight. I just need someone to hold me." She bawled, expressing her need.
"All right. Just for tonight." Seifer sighed heavily, knowing he was going to get fired for this—but hey he was going to resign. Laying his tall body next to the student, she immediately curled up next to him, her head resting on his chest. Her shoulders shaking with her silent cries of anguish. Slowly the shaking stopped, and the sound of her deep breaths filled the room…she was sleeping. Seifer didn't know how long he had lay there, but thoughts of remorse began to fill his head. This student adored him, loved him even, and he had kissed Zell in front of her. She was probably mad at him, hurt even, which was most likely why she wanted him to stay the night with her. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Zell didn't know how long he stood by her door, waiting, waiting patiently for Seifer to emerge from the room. Craning his neck to listen for any noises, the sound of soft crying filled his ears, and slowly gave way to silence. Yes, Seifer was bound to come out that door right…NOW! Nothing. Okay, right…NOW! Nothing. Slowly he began to realize—Seifer wasn't coming out of that door any time soon—and those kisses were the last time they would ever kiss. Somberly he marched back towards his room, head hanging low, Seifer really had moved on. Those kisses—those tantalizing kisses—were just kisses of passion, in the heat of the moment. Or so Zell thinks.
Author's Notes: MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA! This sequel isn't even CLOSE to being done! Nuh-uh!
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