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- chapter 6
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The first thing that Seifer Almasy heard that morning was the high-pitched buzz of his alarm clock.

Shit...

Mind still hazy with sleep, he reached out his hand and fumbled around his night stand in order to stop the ringing that was now echoing in his ears -knocking down a good amount of papers and books in the process.

Once the ringing stopped, he pulled himself to sit upright, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Then he proceeded to pick up the crap on the floor. He checked the time again -shit. He was going to be late for class.

Seifer paused.

It was Saturday. He didn't have class.

He continued to pick up things from the floor, brain slowly turning and getting used to being conscious again.

Then a thought ran across Seifer's mind that almost brought all of his crap to the floor again. It was last night.

As if someone had hit him, he remembered everything that happened the day previous.

He exhaled.

He remembered the chill that ran up the tattooed blonde's spine despite the rather humid air, seconds before he had kissed -no, wait... they had kissed. He corrected himself upon recalling the feeling of being pulled closer -and deeper, by hands that were not his own, into the kiss. Surprisingly soft lips...

He had remembered getting his breath, air filling his lungs, ... his eyes were shut? .... Neither of them moving or shifting from where they were for moments... and then an abrupt ending, pulling away and walking out.... yet again.

Fuck, now it all made sense. Everything, every taunt, every insult, argument, fight -It all made perfect sense. Fujin was so right that it hurt.

That warm feeling in the pit in his stomach -that had now spread to his chest- grew at the thought. That was why he liked getting Zell's attention... why he wanted that Chickenwuss' attention.

He had feelings for Zell. Feelings that weren't exactly what he had thought they were for... how long had this been going on -since they were kids?!

That's what he had realized the night before -in what was more of an impulse than anything else.

Then he smirked. If his memory served him correctly, and he believed it did enough to remember something like the night before, he wasn't the only one who ended up revealing his true feelings. It seemed his Chickenwuss had similar feelings.

Wait. His Chickenwuss.

He frowned. It's not as if a relationship between the two of them was even an option -even if he did want one. Why would Zell want a drastically different kind of relationship with someone that had been tormenting him for most of his life? He scoffed, wouldn't even think that Seifer was taking it seriously.

And it wasn't exactly as if the former Sorceress' Knight and the right hand man of Squall Leonheart could have a relationship that the masses wouldn't most likely riot against. Personally, he didn't give a fuck about the public, because generally the public didn't give a fuck about him -but Chickenwuss did, and that mattered.

His mind was still in the same pool of thought by the time he was ready for the day. His brain would not let it leave him alone... and he wasn't sure if he liked this fact or not.


If Fujin or Raijin were looking for him that day, Seifer sure didn't know about it. He focused all his energy into making sure that he would not be found if sought out for, pushing much else from his mind. For he did not know what to do if the situation arouse where he'd have to explain what was wrong to his posse again. ... He was more afraid of, although he would have died before admitting it, running into that certain tattooed blonde.

He imagined Fujin would say and then Raijin would say She's right, ya know? if they were aware of what he was doing. With some effort, he pushed their voices out of his head and -tail between his legs- stalked off to patrol.

Seifer continued to be in such a state through out his patrolling.

And then lunch.

Then the rest of his patrol.

And finally dinner(or rather, lack there of) -to which he then immediately retired to his room for the night, not to come out until he saw it fit.


The next morning, it was not the usual loud high-pitched buzz that awoke Seifer. It was the sound of something... more like someone, trying to break down his door.

Oh, Hyne. No.

Seifer jumped up in bed, almost knocking himself out of it. If that was who he thought it was, and he had a pretty good feeling that he did know... it was over. The knocking continued as he ran about his room making himself halfway decent -might as well look somewhat presentable, he did have some dignity left in him.

Once he was finished, and after he had checked where he had placed Hyperion, he turned towards the door. His heart resounded in his ears, and he was almost wondering why the person on the other side of the door didn't hear it by now. The knocking on the door seemed to get louder. He walked towards the door. Grimacing, he took a deep breath...

He turned the doorknob and...



Seifer could have hugged Fujin because it was her at the door, but he quickly decided against it upon seeing the look on her face.

Good morning Fujin -hey, thanks for waking me up by banging down my door ... Where's Raijin? he asked, slightly looking out the door for the largest member of their posse.

she replied, pushing her way into the room and slamming the door behind her.

Hey, why don't ya come on in... the scared blonde murmured.

the petite woman repeated, placing a hand on her hip, face cold. Her gaze bored into him. Seifer could have shivered.

A moment of silence passed by.

I... no, I... the scared blonde started, but trailed off... at a slight loss of words. He was afraid of this. Her gaze did not waver. Well, kind of. -Okay! Yes! ... I was. Seifer finally proclaimed, no longer able to take the albino's constant stare. Fujin sighed.

, she asked, dropping her hand.

The scarred blonde hesitated to answer. Where would he start? ... Was he even going to start? What was there to say rea-

You were right. had came out of his mouth before he had even finished his thoughts, then slightly taken back with himself.

About what? Wait -why have you been avoiding us? she asked sternly.

Seifer sat down on the edge of his bed, his eyes on the floor, in what seemed to be thought. Fujin continue to look at him from where she stand.

SEIFER. LISTEN. she had said in her usual tone of speech, which snapped him out of whatever train of thought he was on that was taking him away from the situation... again. He now looked at her.

What's been going on with you lately? You've been touchy, distracted, and more of an asshole than usual. Your turning into... Squall.

They both repressed a shudder as the thought came to their minds.

The scarred blonde gazed up at her now, and spoke firmly. If he was going to tell anyone -it might as well be Fujin. Ever since Zell asked that question, right?

The petite albino gave a small nod, not knowing where he was going with this. He wanted to know why I never leave him alone. You said it was because I liked getting his attention. You were right. Fujin nodded again, even though she had already known this, although she had the feeling that there was more to it this time around. Seifer continued.

Two nights ago, I realized why I wanted his attention so much... be paused, looking as if he were to go off into thought again, but surprised Fujin when he looked back at her and started talking again. So, I answered his question... at this he looked away, reluctantly feeling a blush come to his cheeks.

I kissed him. We kissed -his mind corrected him. He shook his head, it was easier to explain this way.

The words seem to loom in the air overhead, creating a feeling in the room that seemed to weigh Seifer down.

I knew it.

You WHAT? The blond quickly rose, the previous weight on him gone.

I knew you had feelings for him. the petite albino stated.

Then why didn't you-

Do you think you would have listened?

He stopped, she had a point.

... Since when?

No time in particular really... just kind of noticed it one day. she replied, as if it were a simple fact like the sky was blue.

Seifer sighed. All that worry just for this...

You have to tell him.

What? Tell him what?

IDIOT. -How you feel., she replied, moving over to sit down on a spot next to where he previously occupied. He sat down as well. It's better then going back to your usual childish bickering. she added, with a slight roll her visible eye. Seifer winced at the mention of childhood.

A few more moments passed in silence, Seifer futilely not wanting to continue the conversation. Fujin broke the silence.

Is there a chance that he might feel the same?

The blush returned to his cheeks, he never could have imagined that he'd ever be saying anything like this... ... He kissed back...

she asked, her eyebrows forming an arc. She seemed to be enjoying this a little more then he thought she should have been...

Seifer didn't justify that with an answer.

Then you have to tell him. she continued, not waiting for the apparent answer.

He took a breath. It's not like we could get together -even if I wanted to. the scarred blonde added the last part for good measure.

I mean, it's not like he'd ever forgive me for making fun of the fact that he's the Chickenwuss that he is... And you remember who he friends are right? I really couldn't give a fuck about what they think, but he would...
he stopped, slowly loosing his momentum.

WORTH IT. TELL HIM. Fujin replied before getting up and walking out the door, and leaving Seifer to ponder his situation.

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Yes, this story is drawing to a close, but it isn't over yet. Please, let me know what you think of it and I will post the next chapter! -Lane