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Oh and sorry it took me so long to post the next chapter. I was plotting, and I came up with a brilliant idea for this story! MWAHAHAHAHAHAAA
Fantasy101: Hopefully this chapter will be better than the rest. You'll just have to see about Zell and Seifer :-)
Grasshopper2: ^_^ Here's the chapter that you want to read! You get to see Zell's reaction! Woo-hoo! Now hurry up and start writing the sequel to Gone With the Squall! And no you aren't acting like Squall ^_^ Be careful with the Flesh Eaters
Zierra: *Gives Zierra a cookie* Oops, you got the facts mixed up. It wasn't Seifer that felt betrayed, it was Zelly-poo.
Yuki19: You'd really like to see how Cynthia feels about this? Hm…I'll take that into consideration, maybe once I finish this story, I'll put it as a bonus chapter. :-p
Angel-Kinneas4: You'll find out in due time.
They ambled along the empty corridor in complete silence. Seifer was stipulating on what he would say once they got back to his room. His arms crossed as he walked side by side to Zell. He would just come right out with the truth, he doesn't need to sugarcoat anything. Why would he? It's not like he's going to defend Squall…it's not like Squall was his friend. Before he knew it, Zell had taken the lead, and led him back to his own room. The blonde gunblader arched an eyebrow in curiosity, watching the shorter man before him open the door, and invite him in.
He strolled into the room, his jade eyes following the shorter man sitting down on the couch. Closing the door behind him, he followed suit. Damn the couch was comfy. He glanced at Zell, and smiled weakly. He began to tell him about Squall Leonhart. The manipulative, callous, conniving bastard.
Seifer gauged Zell's facial expressions and reaction to what he had just said. "I swear Zell, I thought he was you. I thought I was making love to you! If you could ever forgive me for making that mistake…please, I thought Squall was you." Seifer pleaded with Zell, guilt eating away at his conscience—it was an honest mistake. Squall had used magic on him, how was the blonde gunblader to know? The silence made Seifer uneasy. Was Zell hating him? Did Zell think of Seifer as a cheap slut? Seifer shifted in his seat, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his lap, he watched Zell warily. The martial artist, crossed his legs, and thought. His tongue running along his bottom lip in postulation. He sat there for a minute, digesting the information, and enjoying the feeling of sitting so close to Seifer. His head slowly turned to the left, to meet an emerald gaze. Then it clicked.
"Squall killed Naurwen…" He muttered, shocked by his own revelation. Slowly the pieces began to come together, Seifer's story adding the missing pieces. The nights Squall canceled their dates, the slow and steady distancing, the way he made Zell ask for everything—the reason why Naurwen avoided Zell and Squall. "It wasn't Aaron that I saw—It was Squall! OH MY HYNE IT WAS SQUALL! What did he do to her?" Zell stood suddenly, his eyes growing wide, "Who else is he manipulating? Blackmailing? Who else? We have got to put a stop to this!" His fists clenched and unclenched, and his jaw tensed. Tilting his head curiously to the right, he looked at his refrigerator, then back at Seifer.
Zell jogged over to the mini magnetic bulletin board that hung on the side of his fridge. His cerulean gaze scanning over the little notes tacked to the lath, until a knowing smirk reached his lips. His long strides carried him over to the sleek black cordless phone, resting on its charger. From memory he dialed a number for the first time, and held the receiver to his ear. "Please be there—Please be—" He rocked anxiously back and forth from the balls of his feet to the heels. His gaze shifting over to the curious blonde with the arched eyebrow.
"Hello?" a coarse voice rasped from the other side of the line, demanding a response. Running water and the clanging of pots and pans in the background.
"Riddick? I need to talk to Quistis. Is she there?" Seifer's eyes grew wide as he suspiciously watched the martial artist on the phone. What was Zell planning?
Zell animatedly spoke to the other person, the phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear, and his arms flailing with expression. He paced the room back and forth, crossing his arms and uncrossing them. This continued for twenty minutes straight and Seifer just sat there, watching Zell with amusement. He leaned back into the comfy couch, with half lidded eyes, he watched and waited. Sleep was imminent the longer Zell droned on the phone, the heavier Seifer's eyelids grew. The loud thud and gasp roused Seifer from his light slumber, and he sat up quickly with wide eyes.
Zell stood there, hand over his mouth, eyes wide with shock, and the phone lay on the floor. A voice shrieking his name. Slowly and cautiously he bent down to pick up the phone gingerly, as if it were a bomb. He held to his ear once more. "Quistis…meet me in the quad at seventeen hundred hours, bring Riddick. Okay?" He hung up the phone and looked at Seifer.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Seifer stood, hugging the trembling man to his body. His gloved hand holding Zell's head close to his chest. He felt arms encircle his waist and the trembling stop. He glanced down to see diffident eyes meet his gaze.
"Squall got Quistis too. She couldn't deal with it, so she left. That's why we didn't see her. Something had happened after she had hit on you, and she didn't want to deal with it, so she left." He sniffled, "Why is Squall doing this? Why is he manipulating people to be his sex toys? I want to know what the hell is going on!"
Seifer didn't know what to say. He just held Zell close to him. The headmaster wasn't the person the martial artist thought he was, it was all a façade. All the lies. A façade. He let the smaller man vent off the raw emotions he was feeling, and he was more than happy to give the comfort. It just felt so—familiar—so damn good to have Zell in his arms once more. But whatever Zell had planned, seventeen hundred hours was creeping up on them like a bite bug.
"C'mon—we gotta get to the Quad. It's fifteen minutes till five." Seifer placed a hand on Zell's cheek, and wiped away the stray tear with the pad of his thumb. Zell nodded meekly and backed away, wiping his eyes with his arm.
"We have to get Kammy, Cynthia, Selphie, and Irvine. I wanna tell them about Squall too. Rinoa will just have to find out at the meeting that Squall is holding by the training center."
They all stood there uneasily. Each eyeing Riddick and Quistis irked, they had all heard the story about Quistis hitting on Seifer—that jealous bitch. Zell noting the tension in the quad, was the first to speak. "I brought you all here to talk to you about Squall." He swallowed the lump in his throat, "He's been manipulating people to do his bidding. We know for a fact that he has with Seifer and had with Quistis. Possibly Naurwen—I'm not sure. But is there anyone else here that knows about this?" Zell glanced at the hand that raised up into the air timidly. Cynthia. Guilt was written all over her face. Another hand raised. It was Selphie. He raised an eyebrow.
"Naurwen told me about what Squall was doing to her, but she told me to stay out of it—or he'd come after me too." Cynthia shuddered, hugging Kammy, "It's my fault Naurwen died! He's probably going to come after me next, because I know! I know what he did to her!" She bawled into Kammy's shoulder, "It was horrible! HORRIBLE!"
"He's using me." Selphie's eyes watered, as she hugged herself with her arms. Irvine came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him. "I don't know why he's doing this to me…but—He threatened to tell Irvine! He said that he'd tell Irvine about me, WILLINGLY having sex with him—and I didn't want Irvy to leave me!" Selphie bawled. "I remember it exactly…I had told Rinoa about what I had said to you, about Seifer and your relationship, being nothing but physical. That, that was the reason you two had broke up. It was exactly the day after, that Squall came to me in the quad. I thought it was Squall at first, but then I saw Irvine. I swore it was Irvine. One thing led to another, and then it was Squall again! Hyne I thought it was Irvine! Squall's been using me since then, which is why I've been neglecting our relationship, Irvy." She turned and faced him, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry."
"Naurwen—she told me that she had a thing for Squall. We all knew it. But when I yelled at her for having a relationship with him, while he was dating Zell, she got angry back and hit me! I ran to Rinoa crying, and told her everything. She and I don't want to see you hurt, Zell. Then a few days later, I heard Naurwen and Squall fighting in her dorm room. I paid no attention to it, but then a few days later, she came bawling to me. Telling me how he went crazy on her, and raped her. She told me how you came in on them after it, and you told her to leave. She came to me, apologizing how she should've broke up with him those few days ago. She wanted to leave garden, but I was mad at her for not listening to me in the first place, and told her she deserved it! Then she ran off crying, probably to go tell someone else that gave a damn about her story! Probably Rinoa or some stranger." Cynthia clung to Kammy, "If I had only told someone—"
"Cynthia, it wouldn't have been your fault. You couldn't tell the headmaster, since the headmaster WAS Squall. There was no one to tell." Kammy murmured, hugging her friend back.
Zell proceeded to tell Seifer's and Quistis's story, seeing that they were uncomfortable as it is just telling him. But they wanted the others to know. Quistis had thought it was Seifer that came to her, but it was Squall. He mumbled at how he was jealous that she had once loved him. She couldn't face Squall after that. Or Seifer. So she left.
Zell held Seifer, he knew Seifer was ashamed of allowing his mortal enemy manipulate him. The clean shaven Galbadian headmaster held his fiancee, as she cried. They came to a conclusion that Squall had indeed murdered Naurwen. "Come on, lets all go to that meeting outside of the training center. We have a headmaster to demote and exile." Riddick nodded in the direction of the stairs, and proceeded to carrying Quistis up them.
The rest following suit, drying their tears, and hiding their shame behind the façade they had used for some time now. But were they really sure it was Squall? How were they going to prove that it was him? Or the fact that he was indeed using people in that way. Could they really demote and exile him? They didn't know how it would work, but they sure as hell were going to try.
Author's Notes: Mwahahahahahahaaa, I already have the idea on how I'm going to end this story. Now it's just a matter of writing it!
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