Disclaimer: …I'm getting lazy. Not to mention it's late, and I'm too tired to check the reviewers that reviewed for the last chapter. I know this is a little impersonal, but I promise I'll recognize you next chapter, if you review this one. :P Thanks to all my reviewers! This story is about to get interesting! Get ready for all the twists and turns, keep your hands inside the ride at all times. We wouldn't want an ochu getting a hold of it would we? We read what it did to poor Zelly-poo.
Emerald orbs peeked open, only to quickly snap shut, due to the sunlight filtering in through the blinds. Cursing under his breath, he brought a hand up to shield his precious vision and tried again. Taking in the details of the room, he realized he was not in his own, and there was someone nestled by his side. Then it hit him. Seifer had spent the night with Cynthia. His gaze lowered to the woman sleeping peacefully, his conscience began to eat away at his sanity. "You kissed him in front of someone that DOES love you. YOU FOOL! What the hell is wrong with you? Do you even know how much that hurts? You remember seeing Zell kiss Squall. Remember the pain? Remember? REMEMBER? DO YOU FUCKING REMEMBER THE PAIN?!" The voice was too callous to be his own, but you knew it was. Slowly his mind was consumed into guilt-filled rage. "You're just a toy, lapdog. No one
wants you. Not even Zell. You're used. You're a toy. Lapdog go to WinHill, no one wants you." His vision blurred with tears for a moment before they fell silently down his cheeks. He was a fool to believe Zell would want him back. Right?
He couldn't believe it, he thought he actually had a chance with Seifer. "Of course not! Yesterday he spent with her in Dollet—yesterday morning they kissed. The knight moved on to guard another—one that WON'T throw him out…" Zell muttered as he lividly punched the swinging punching bag. The material groaned beneath his knuckles, as if it were trying to not break. Sighing heavily, he fell to the floor, his icy gaze on the picture of his grandfather. "Where did I go wrong?" He slammed his fist into the ground, before standing once more, and warily walked out of his room. His breath caught in his throat—There was Seifer, walking just a bit ahead of him, with Cynthia leaning into him. Zell's eyes watered for a minute and as quickly as they came, they went. He slumped visibly as he began trailing very slowly behind the two. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, more or less Seifer.
Together the two headed into the cafeteria, their stomachs rumbling from the hunger that struck them suddenly. They both got their food and sat in their usual seat. Not even noticing the slumped over martial artist that plopped down in the seat across from them. He didn't want to sit here—but the rest of the seats were taken. It was lunch time, students, SeeDs, and instructors were all here eating. This was the only table available. "I can't resign now. Not when Naurwen was murdered. If I leave it'll seem too suspicious—and it'll look like I did it. But you believe me when I say it was him right? You believe me?" Seifer spoke in a hushed tone, watching Cynthia's facial expressions.
"Of course I believe you. After what you told me about him. But is this really a safe place to be talking about the sex scandals that Sq—SQUEAKY THE MOUSE! Squeaky the Mouse sex scandals—did you know mice explode if a gorilla has sex with them?!" Cynthia changed her tone of voice suddenly, nudging Seifer in the ribs, and tilting her head ever so slightly to the slumped man.
"No I didn't know that mice explode—Zell what's wrong?" Seifer inwardly cringed to himself, this lunch was about to get ugly.
"Nothing…I'm fine." Zell waved a hand flippantly as he played with the buckle on his pants. His usual cowlick not gelled into its spike. Golden locks hanging down into his face that hung low, covering his dull blue eyes.
"Zell…please don't be mad at Seifer. Whatever impression you got from him staying the night in my room, it's wrong. I asked him to stay because I needed a friend there for me. I couldn't ask Kammy—she had Selphie to deal with, since Irvine was so determined to clean the flesh off his boots. It's obvious you still have feelings for him, just as it is with him. You two still love each other. But the reason why you left Seifer in the dust, will forever be an enigma to me. I don't want to stand in between the most kawaii relationship in Balamb…" She stood, holding her tray, "Seifer I love you—I do. I really do. But I haven't seen you genuinely smile in a long time, and when you were with Zell, you had that look on your face all the time. So if you're gonna give Zell a second chance, I'm not going to stop you, and make you feel guilty. Seeing my friends happy, is all I ever want in life. Zell, if he's giving you a second chance, you're pretty damned lucky after what you did to him. You broke his heart. You threw him away like he was trash. So you better not take this great man for granted, or I will personally hurt you myself…I will leave you two alone to sort out your feelings." With that said she turned on her heels and left, throwing her trash out, and putting the tray with the others.
"Zell I…"
"Seifer I…"
"You first—" They looked at each other, "No you…" Blink. "You first, mine probably isn't important…" Blink, blink. "ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS, SHOOT!" They chuckled with amusement as they seemingly have both chose scissors, and keep saying the same thing at the same time.
"Zell—when I found you with the knife, and saw you stab something…something within me clicked. I realized I still loved you, no matter how much it hurt to see you with that bastard. I thought I had lost you and out of my own stupidity I kissed you, my mind went blank—I didn't mean to make you feel awkward if I did. It's just, I never want to see you so depressed to take your own life. The reason why I came to your room last night was because I wanted to tell you something, about your boyfriend. I don't care if you believe me…but he isn't the man you think he is." Seifer sighed, his lip tugging into the snarl he tried to hold back. He shook his head slowly, ridding his mind of the violent thoughts he had towards the headmaster, and clasped his hands behind his head. "I'll tell you, when we're in a more private area."
"Seifer—when I realized yesterday morning what a mistake I had made. When I realized I had fricked up royally—I came racing into Garden—I wanted to tell Squall about my feelings…about how I still felt about you. But to my own disappointment, I saw Naurwen and Aaron standing in the middle of his office. Naurwen ran out bawling, and I seriously thought Aaron was Squall—he was wearing Squall's clothes after all. But anyway—since I couldn't find him—I decided I'd tell you. You weren't in your room, so I was told that I'd find you in the cafeteria. I wanted to tell you that I loved you, that I love you. But when I saw you kiss Cynthia…I felt so betrayed. I finally come to my senses, and you already found someone else. I always thought you were gay too…" Zell looked at the table, his hands fidgeting in his lap—he felt the heat rise up in his face from even asking—but he had to know. Seifer sat there for a minute, digesting the information, before leaning forward, his intense gaze on Zell.
"Have I ever looked at any other man? No. I only had eyes for you. You were the ONLY guy in my life…but when you left me high and dry, you would be the one and only, the first and my last boyfriend. So I guess I turned to Cynthia for comfort…she's been there for me since she came to Garden. She was the only one, other than you, that really saw through my façade. Even when I was dating Rinoa that one summer before we kicked Ultimecia's ass. So I guess technically I'm not even gay. But I do know…I love you Zell. But I don't know if I can accept you back into my life so willingly. You hurt me you know. Including with what happened early yesterday morning. I'll tell you somewhere more private. The cafeteria really isn't the place." Seifer stood, throwing his trash out, putting his tray away, and motioned for Zell to follow him.
The silence wasn't unwelcome, but awkward, as Seifer led his ex-lover back to his room. Where he would tell Zell the dark secret about the "perfect" headmaster, the thing was—would Zell believe the lapdog? Only one way to find out, and that's to tell him.
Author's Notes: How will Zell react? Did Squeaky the Mouse really explode after having sex with a gorilla? Is the headmaster the murderer? How is Cynthia really taking this? Why the hell am I asking questions, when I already know the answer to them? Why am I still asking myself questions? Do you want to read a word from our sponsors? Is that a yes?
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Flesh Off of Boot Eaters (From the makers of Blood Soul Pads)
Irvine: *mumbling indignantly* Good evenin' folks. Have you ever been strolling through the woods, a training center, or maybe your backyard, or maybe even your house…and stepped on flesh that stuck to your precious shoes? Don't you just hate how the flesh sticks and you don't want to pry the disgusting stuff off your boots with your hands? Trust me I know—so I bring you…*Begins to walk over to a counter with an object being covered with a white blanket…SQUISH* GAAAAAAAH! *Irvine looks down to find Naurwen's head stuck to his boot* I—I—I—I present to you…*yanks off blanket to reveal a Blood Soul* Flesh Off of Boot Eaters. This little babies have been raised on a Blood Soul farm, completely neglected of food—and the farmer guys have never been seen again. Our guess is that the lady of the house had failed to use a Blood Soul pad, therefore the excess amount of blood on the walls.
*Throat Clearing in the background*
Any ways! These little babies will get rid of the foul thing that is ruining your boots. *lifts up his leg to show the head hanging from his boot by the hair. Irvine pales for a minute, before continuing* Just pick up the Blood Soul and dangle him in front of the flesh that disgusts you, and let them do their work…
*CRUNCH, MUNCH, MUNCH, CRUNCH*
…Tasty…*looks like he's going to puke* Then after—Hey what the? How do you get this thing to—ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Blood Soul not only has eaten the head of Naurwen, but has begun to eat Irvine's foot* GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! SOMEONE HELP ME! *Blood Soul has consumed half of his leg* GET THIS THING OFF OF—
*Ten other Blood Souls come from backstage, covered in blood, and begin to devour Irvine.*
*Silence*
*Blood Souls all turn and look at the readers*
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*Shrieks of pain, terror, and panic fill the room, only to be abruptly cut to complete and total silence.*
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*Crickets chirping*
*MUNCH CRUNCH*
*Complete and total--*
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!
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