Stillness and Motion
by Lane

Slowly forming plot in my brain... or all the hotdogs I ate today.

So, this is what I'm getting at. Seifer's attraction to a certain person is not known by anyone, ...not even himself. Yes, this is an eventual SeiferxZell... leave now if that doesn't float your boat.

Square Unix or whatnot owns Final Fantasy 8, though back then it was Squaresoft... but you get it right?

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Seifer Almasy strode down the halls of Balamb Garden, patrolling on behalf of the infamous Disciplinary Committee of said Garden. As opposed to their past times as Disciplinary Committee, they had now developed a new, and seemingly more efficient, way of all being on patrol at the same time while catching much more wrongdoers then ever before. Divide and conquer.

It had been only a few weeks that they'd been accepted back into the Garden... achedemically of course -a gift from Hyne in itself. Although forever might pass before the actual members of the Disciplinary Committee would be fully accepted back into their Garden. Well, one member to be more accurate, ...the same member who was now looking about the hall coming out from the Quad. The member with the name of Seifer Almasy.

It felt no different, being back in the halls, stalking around in search of rule breakers and certain punks... despite the current lack of of company and the feeling that was given off by the students while he was around telling him that he should drop down dead where he stand. No time could have passed at all by the way things generally were. Nobody wanted to be caught by the Disciplinary Committee back then, and nobody wanted to be caught by the Disciplinary Committee now. Things haven't changed at all.

Oh, but how they actually have. Instead of the instructions given at the start of the day by the usual gracious Headmaster, they were given by a certain scarred brunette whom Seifer beared a strong dislike for. He was now one year older and one year closer to not being able to become a SeeD. Also, he was apparently reminded on a daily basis that he was a complete failure and had helped in almost bringing about the total downfall of all life on their planet as they knew it. Maybe things had changed after all.

On his way down the next hall, seeing a blur of a human being speed down the hall amongst various shouts and protests, he decided against his previous thought. Things hadn't changed that much, he concluded as he made his way into the Cafeteria of the Garden.

Aw dammit! Not again! was heard along with a solid thud against the floor from the previous human blur that Seifer now walked up to. This was too easy. You'd think your wings would get you here a little faster, Chickenwuss.

Shut the hell up, Seifer!

He rolled his eyes, Go ahead and try it, Chickenwuss.

Go to hell, you damned lapdog.

That stuck a nerve. No one had dared to go that low yet. Seifer found himself go rigid, so he forced himself to maintain composure before speaking again. With a smirk, daring anyone to notice his slip-up, he replied. Sorry, been there, done that, got bored. Get a life, Chickenwuss.

Then, more calmly and confident than he actually felt, he strolled out of the cafeteria, not chancing looking back to see the Chickenwuss' reaction.

Damn that single minded son of a bitch. That was dangerously low. Seifer was somewhat surprised that anyone, especially that Chickenwuss, would have the balls to say something like that to him. He wasn't a damned lapdog.

.... He couldn't speak for his past actions, but not now -not anymore. He was not -and never would be from this point on, anyone's lapdog. And damn that son of a bitch Chickenwuss to hell for it.

Sure, Seifer wasn't really lying when he said that he'd been in hell, looking back on those memories that weren't even a year old yet were hardly pleasant, it was Hell -but he wasn't sure he had ever really left.



It was two days later that anything of Seifer's interest occurred again.

He was once again patrolling the halls, on his way to the hall in front of the dorms to hear what Raijin may have caught today, when the familiar sound of fast paced footfalls were heading his way. Well, if it wasn't everyone's favorite Chickenwuss?

Seifer was about to yell to the tattooed blonde when a new sound was heard. The screech of sneakers on the ground and the thumping of limbs hitting other limbs as various people called out in protest for being run into. He turned around to see what was going on, and before he knew what was happening, something pushed him in his side very hard and very fast. He stumbled, as the figure that ran into him went sprawling a full five feet forward before stopping, face down, on the ground.

Hyne Chickenwuss, are you trying to kill us all now if you can't get to your precious hotdogs?, Seifer called, walking over to the tattooed blonde and pushing the boy's side with his shoe. The figure gave an odd grunt and did not move his head while replying.

Screw off, Seifer.

Seifer scoffed, bent over and picked up the Chickenwuss by the back of his collar and lifted the boy so that they faced each other.

Why should I?

Because your an asshole., the boy replied, pulling himself so that Seifer was no longer tugging on the back of his jacket.

Seifer sighed, Tell me something I don't know, Chickenwuss. He placed a hand on the Chickenwuss' shoulder so that he wouldn't leave too soon. Why can't you just back off?!, the tattooed blonde shouted, shrugging his hand off.

Why, what fun would that be?

Screw off. the shorter blonde said, storming off to whatever was left of lunch. A new voice caught his ear. You know, replying to questions with questions like those can show that your really not so sure of it yourself.

It was Qustis Trepe. Why hello, former Instructor! Seifer replied, turning to face her while giving a slight bow. He knew that her career loss still bothered her, as she went rigid and gave him a look of pure ice before not justifying his greeting with another word. He smirked as she too stormed off in the direction of the Chickenwuss. This was way too easy.


The next day was Seifer's turn to patrol the next set of halls. He finished rather early, so he decided to pay his fellow posse member who's job it was to patrol the Quad, Cafeteria, and the Dorms. He knew where they'd be. In the cafeteria, eating lunch, not a care in the world.

He spotted the table where Raijin sat and began walking over to it. He mentally prepared himself for a conversation with the largest member of the posse, letting his mind wander aimlessly. It's not that he didn't want to talk to Raijin, oh no. In fact, he enjoyed his conversations with him. It was just that if you paid too much attention, you would get bored.

Raijin could say some pretty intellectual things sometimes... like once he said Speak softly and carry a big stick. No wait -did he say that? Could have been someone else... It doesn't matter, he was just that type of person.

Seifer's mind stumbled on a rather pleasing thought as Raijin continued to explain his most recent fishing expedition. Hey Seifer, you spacing out? I've stopped talking for at least two minutes, ya know? His attention was snapped back to the fellow posse member sitting across from him.

Dammit! You made me loose my train of thought! Seifer shouted angrily, the pleasant thought escaping his mind. Sorry, I was just wondering why you got all quiet -it was kinda weird, ya know? Raijin apologized. What were you thinking about that was so interesting?

Can't remember. He replied, standing up from his spot and murmuring something along the lines of gimme a report later and made to leave the Cafeteria.

What was it that he was thinking before? Let's see, he was thinking about the halls, the ones between the Dorms and the Cafeteria... Ah, now he remembered. It was annoying the hell out of the Chickenwuss. That was always entertaining. In fact, he could say that he regret the fact that he was patrolling different hallways today. He might be missing the next stupidest thing that Chickenwuss does. And that means missing the opportunity to go a round of verbal boxing. Oh well. Maybe next time.