-chapter 2
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Seifer got his chance back almost a week later when he was back patrolling those halls again.

As if on someone's mark, the usual sound of fast-paced footfalls were heard as the one chocobo stampede made it's way from the Dorm area to the Cafeteria. Upon entering the hall to it's destination however, it's pace slowed for a rather cocky-looking Disciplinary Committee member was looking his way. Chickenwuss paused, as if waiting for a blow.

What are you doing Chickenwuss, laying an egg? Seifer called out to the now stationary martial artist. What are you doing Seifer, trying to boost your bird dick ego? Chickenwuss replied, turning his head in Seifer's direction. Who's got the bir- but he was cut off. Ya know, you never answered my question.

What question?

From the other day. -Why can't your just back off?

I told you What fun-

And -that's- a damned stupid answer. Chickenwuss cut Seifer off once again, taking a few steps in his direction. What kind of answer are you looking for?

Give me a real answer. The tattooed blonde replied. Before Seifer could respond, the Chickenwuss had already walked off, leaving a certain Disciplinary Committee member hanging... rather at a loss of words, behind him.


The passing of the next few days did nothing to clear the scarred blonde's mind. What could he have said? What should he have said? The truth? Well, that was never really one of Seifer's first options. That, and he didn't really know the truth himself.

Much rubbing of the scar and pacing insued in time that wasn't in class or patrolling. To his surprise, he didn't see beak nor tail feather of the Chickenwuss again since their last encounter. His mind twisted around that question, picking, poking at it from all directions.... Why couldn't he just back off?

To what could he answer with? What the hell was the damned Chickenwuss talking about in the first place?! Why the hell did he just suddenly decide to ask this -now-, out of all the other times they spent in a verbal boxing match with each other. And -why- the hell was Seifer thinking about it so much?!

Exasperated, he headed to the only other person who might be able to help him with this predicament. Fujin.


PROBLEM? WHAT? Fujin's usual loud and little worded way of speaking managed to somewhat calm the commotion in his brain despite the fact that they had barely just started the conversation. He observed her from his seat across from her in the Cafeteria. She had known something was on his mind before he had even mentioned that he wanted to talk to her. That was Fujin for you. And he loved her for it.

Chickenwuss asked me why I wouldn't back off. Seifer scoffed, speaking in an overconfident tone that Fujin could see straight through.



Seifer, pretending to be surprised that she didn't just go along with it and say something among the lines of CHICKENWUSS. IDIOT. He began again, now not in such a confident voice.

Well, I gave him an answer -but he says he wants a real' answer., he replied leaning back in his chair.

Fujin's voice dropped down a tone or two. ANSWER. WHAT?

I said Well, what fun would that be?' His voice dropped down a level or so also.

Fujin then answered, but not before leaning in slightly, indicating that he should do the same. AND -And he said he wanted a real' answer? She asked, dropping her usual speech impediment.

Yeah, what the hell does that supposed to mean?

I think he means that he just wants to know why you won't just leave him alone.

Well, I guessed about that much -but still. Seifer spoke, looking aside to across the cafeteria and over to the lunch line. Chickenwuss wasn't there -he had already missed the hotdogs for the day. It was closer to dinner anyway. He turned to face her again as she began to speak again.

Do you know why you never leave him alone?

Seifer scoffed. 'Course I do... He paused. That was a lie. Okay... I never really thought about it before.

Fujin gave a slight smile. A rare thing to be seen when she wasn't around her two closest friends. Well... Why do you think you bother him so much?

Seifer shrugged his shoulders. Because... He's there. He's always been there.

You said that you've tormented him ever since you were kids, right? At this question, Seifer nodded. He didn't know where this was going.

Fujin continued, Well, the only answer I can give you is... I think you like getting his attention.

Seifer grimaced. He didn't feel like talking with Fujin anymore... he'd rather be... bugging that Chickenwuss. Ugh! That wasn't helping!

Getting his attention? Chickenwuss wasn't worth his attention! He's just so easy to pick on. That's why Seifer's never left him alone. He's always been there and he's such an easy target. Wanting to get Chickenwuss' attention is bull shit.

He abruptly sat up, making his chair screech against the floor.

SEIFER. ANGRY?, Fujin called out, slipping back into her usual speech pattern. He turned back to her. he half-lied. just tired. Think I'll go take a nap, wake me if ya need me. And at this he walked out of the cafeteria.


Seifer ended up at the Training Center. His talk with Fujin didn't help him like he thought it would. He had to let off some steam before he ended up taking it out on her or Raijin.

He let his mind slip into battle mode, and discontinued thought about posses and Chickenwuss' and former Instructors and scared brunettes who commanded Gardens and hateful glares from his peers and fellow students....

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just to let everyone know, you don't have to worry about me never finshing this fic. truth is that i've written the whole thing already and i'm just choosing intervals on which to post each chapter -Lane