...He stood there. Staring at the young man who'd tortured him for so
long. His blonde hair, ever confident smile. Even his scar, the one Squall
gave to him so long ago, seemed so perfect. And drove him wild. How Zell
had always wished and hoped Seifer would be able to return the feelings
he'd secretly harbored. For so long, it was maddening....
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Zell moaned softly and hit his alarm clock.... a bit too hard. He heard the smash of the brand-new clock and groaned, realizing what he'd accomplished. 'Shit. This is the fifth one in the past week!' Zell rolled off his side to his stomach, burying his head in his chocobo feather pillow. 'What had he been dreaming about that had him so angry?' "...Seifer...." He mumbled the name into the pillow bitterly. Only Seifer could bring out such a rage in him, but not a rage of hate, like everyone thought. This rage, was a rage of passion with an ounce or two of confusion. He'd suffered more verbal abuse from that man alone than anyone else. Combined. Oddly enough, this just made Zell secretly want Seifer more. Even though he felt this way, why had he dreamt about him so often lately? Zell, Squall, or any of the others hadn't seen or spoken to the blonde wonder for a year. Not since that hellish occurrence called Time Compression...
The now broken alarm clock on the nightstand was beginning to give off an odor, like sulfur and burning rubber. Zell gagged at the smell and covered his mouth. He couldn't stand disgusting smells. Zell turned and sat up straight in his black satin sheets, on the king-size mattress, pulling the satin off of him. If he didn't get up now, he'd never get up. He would lie around in bed all day thinking and dreaming of Seifer. He knew that much from experience... Plus the smashed clock was about to make him vomit with its horrible smell. Zell put his feet on the floor and unplugged the torture device. With a whip of his hand he tossed the clock into the trash can across the room. "Perfect shot," Zell said to himself triumphantly.
Zell stumbled into the bathroom still a bit groggy, starting up the shower. He stripped of his silky black boxers and stepped in the shower, feeling the cold water send a rush of excitement through his body waking him up fully. He shivered for a moment, then turned the shower dial to hot and slowly felt the warm embrace of the heated water's embrace. Zell shampooed his blonde hair and grabbed the bar of soap, rubbing it across his chest slowly. Soaping himself all over, he ran his hands down his body, wondering what it might feel like if Seifer was running his hands down Zell's muscled self...
Zell's attraction to Seifer had always been there. At least since he was 13. He'd always admired Seifer for his never-ending confidence. Zell had never told his feelings for Seifer to anyone. It was stupid really, he was 18 now and he still couldn't put up with 'chicken-wuss' from Seifer even now. But he just couldn't help himself.
The tattooed blond stepped out of his warm shower, grabbing a royal purple towel to dry off. Zell dried his hair a bit then wrapped the towel around his waist, tying it with a knot. He squirted some gel into his palm and worked it through his hair, making it as spikey as ever. Zell took out his razor and started to shave thinking, 'Just the same old stupid morning routine. Nothing new.' Nothing WAS new after all, here at Balamb Garden anyway. Squall and Rinoa were still dating, but had gotten a bit more serious. Quisty had started back up as an instructor a few months after they'd defeated Ultimecia, but was still a SeeD part time. Irvine and Selphie had started a real relationship , but decided it'd be best just to be friends a few months later. Irvine had then joined the Library Committee surprisingly, but only to get closer to a few of the girls. Selphie slowly had started to prepare for an actual Garden Festival, again. As for himself, Zell had started a Martial Arts group and taught the junior classmen fighting skills.
However, outside was an entirely different story. Rinoa had led Timber to its independence with her increased fighting skills and Sorceress powers. It had taken her roughly one month after their battle with Ultimecia to restart her liberation movement, and it had taken Timber roughly one week to gain that independence from Galbadia. Thanks to its Sorceress and to SeeD, a few battle and Galbadia retreated immediately. The country who had once held the world hostage with an iron fist also retreated from Dollet and places alike in fear of the new Sorceress Rinoa and SeeD combined. Esthar had come out of its isolation, sharing all its new and innovative inventions. But none of that really mattered to the still-wet-Zell.
All Zell had been able to think about for the last ever was Seifer. It wasn't really any secret that Seifer, Raijin, and Fujin were living in Balamb now. But no one had gone to, seen, or talked to Seifer there after his little traitorous turn. So he'd decided, this weekend he was going to visit his mom in Balamb, while secretly keeping an eye out for Seifer. It was a simple plan. Stay in Balamb, talk and hang out with old friends, see Seifer and. And. And. Zell was stumped at what to do at that point. "I'll think of that later on," he'd told himself, but tomorrow was Friday and he was running out of later on's.
Zell walked into his SeeD-Grand-Deluxe-personal apartment's living room, with its leather plush couch and soft dark purple carpets. The garden really did favor its SeeD's. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 11:45 a.m. Lunch started at noon. The hotdog line was probably already hell and soon would be never ending. He had to run now. Zell snatched some soft green boxer-briefs and hastily shoved his legs in some dark blue shorts, pulling down a black T-shirt, he ran out of his place and to the cafeteria.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Zell moaned softly and hit his alarm clock.... a bit too hard. He heard the smash of the brand-new clock and groaned, realizing what he'd accomplished. 'Shit. This is the fifth one in the past week!' Zell rolled off his side to his stomach, burying his head in his chocobo feather pillow. 'What had he been dreaming about that had him so angry?' "...Seifer...." He mumbled the name into the pillow bitterly. Only Seifer could bring out such a rage in him, but not a rage of hate, like everyone thought. This rage, was a rage of passion with an ounce or two of confusion. He'd suffered more verbal abuse from that man alone than anyone else. Combined. Oddly enough, this just made Zell secretly want Seifer more. Even though he felt this way, why had he dreamt about him so often lately? Zell, Squall, or any of the others hadn't seen or spoken to the blonde wonder for a year. Not since that hellish occurrence called Time Compression...
The now broken alarm clock on the nightstand was beginning to give off an odor, like sulfur and burning rubber. Zell gagged at the smell and covered his mouth. He couldn't stand disgusting smells. Zell turned and sat up straight in his black satin sheets, on the king-size mattress, pulling the satin off of him. If he didn't get up now, he'd never get up. He would lie around in bed all day thinking and dreaming of Seifer. He knew that much from experience... Plus the smashed clock was about to make him vomit with its horrible smell. Zell put his feet on the floor and unplugged the torture device. With a whip of his hand he tossed the clock into the trash can across the room. "Perfect shot," Zell said to himself triumphantly.
Zell stumbled into the bathroom still a bit groggy, starting up the shower. He stripped of his silky black boxers and stepped in the shower, feeling the cold water send a rush of excitement through his body waking him up fully. He shivered for a moment, then turned the shower dial to hot and slowly felt the warm embrace of the heated water's embrace. Zell shampooed his blonde hair and grabbed the bar of soap, rubbing it across his chest slowly. Soaping himself all over, he ran his hands down his body, wondering what it might feel like if Seifer was running his hands down Zell's muscled self...
Zell's attraction to Seifer had always been there. At least since he was 13. He'd always admired Seifer for his never-ending confidence. Zell had never told his feelings for Seifer to anyone. It was stupid really, he was 18 now and he still couldn't put up with 'chicken-wuss' from Seifer even now. But he just couldn't help himself.
The tattooed blond stepped out of his warm shower, grabbing a royal purple towel to dry off. Zell dried his hair a bit then wrapped the towel around his waist, tying it with a knot. He squirted some gel into his palm and worked it through his hair, making it as spikey as ever. Zell took out his razor and started to shave thinking, 'Just the same old stupid morning routine. Nothing new.' Nothing WAS new after all, here at Balamb Garden anyway. Squall and Rinoa were still dating, but had gotten a bit more serious. Quisty had started back up as an instructor a few months after they'd defeated Ultimecia, but was still a SeeD part time. Irvine and Selphie had started a real relationship , but decided it'd be best just to be friends a few months later. Irvine had then joined the Library Committee surprisingly, but only to get closer to a few of the girls. Selphie slowly had started to prepare for an actual Garden Festival, again. As for himself, Zell had started a Martial Arts group and taught the junior classmen fighting skills.
However, outside was an entirely different story. Rinoa had led Timber to its independence with her increased fighting skills and Sorceress powers. It had taken her roughly one month after their battle with Ultimecia to restart her liberation movement, and it had taken Timber roughly one week to gain that independence from Galbadia. Thanks to its Sorceress and to SeeD, a few battle and Galbadia retreated immediately. The country who had once held the world hostage with an iron fist also retreated from Dollet and places alike in fear of the new Sorceress Rinoa and SeeD combined. Esthar had come out of its isolation, sharing all its new and innovative inventions. But none of that really mattered to the still-wet-Zell.
All Zell had been able to think about for the last ever was Seifer. It wasn't really any secret that Seifer, Raijin, and Fujin were living in Balamb now. But no one had gone to, seen, or talked to Seifer there after his little traitorous turn. So he'd decided, this weekend he was going to visit his mom in Balamb, while secretly keeping an eye out for Seifer. It was a simple plan. Stay in Balamb, talk and hang out with old friends, see Seifer and. And. And. Zell was stumped at what to do at that point. "I'll think of that later on," he'd told himself, but tomorrow was Friday and he was running out of later on's.
Zell walked into his SeeD-Grand-Deluxe-personal apartment's living room, with its leather plush couch and soft dark purple carpets. The garden really did favor its SeeD's. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 11:45 a.m. Lunch started at noon. The hotdog line was probably already hell and soon would be never ending. He had to run now. Zell snatched some soft green boxer-briefs and hastily shoved his legs in some dark blue shorts, pulling down a black T-shirt, he ran out of his place and to the cafeteria.