Title: Secret Talent
Author: BlackCypress, Bebop Cow, The Letter D, take your pick.
Warnings: Uhm. Its short. Thats my warning. Heh. Im tired and I didnt want to finish my other comission and THEN whittle this out. So I did this. In about 4 minutes just because Im tired of it floating around. Im tired and I need to shut up.
Rating: PG, I'd gather. Whoa, thats rare for me.
Pairings: None really.
Plot: There is some that might come into effect later. Other than that, this is an hour fic.
[ To the FFN crowd: There. Ya got a second chapter. Happy? ]
"Hey!" Zell heard Squall's rage filled voice yell behind him.
He'd skipped out on one of his classes, getting someone to fill in for him so he could draw up another idea before he lost it. He'd sent it off to his publisher and had forgotten about the entire class until recently. Too late for even make up work with vacation time nearing. He didn't blame Squall for being pissed really.
The hand on his shoulder, wrenching him around to face the young headmaster, was a little unexpected though. He looked like an animal almost, like the Lion people said he was like. Sure, he'd seen Squall like this a lot, but never aimed at him, not really.
"Hey, hey, whoa!" Zell threw his hands up slightly, palms open, in defense and trying not to show the animal beofre him harm. "So I missed one class, I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"You missed THE class, you yellow bellied, spineless chicken wuss!" Squall hissed, his fists clenched at his sides, wearing his rather formal attire over his usual white t-shirt. Wait a minute. Wasnt that for-
"We've been planning this ceremony for months, and you go and fuck it up!" Squall's eyes seemed to have a lot more red in them. And he was yelling. At Zell. He didnt like that much, but it was partly his fualt, forgetting such a thing.
"Oh geeze. I.. I forgot, Squall. I guess it slipped my mind, but I just had to get away for-... A day or two." And Zell smiled, something warm and bouncy, giving Squall a friendly smile and a look of promise.
Just to get belted in the mouth by a wild fist.
Zell staggered from the blow. More from the unexpectedness of Squall punching him than actual damage. Squall's strength was in swinging that big heavy blade of his, not the precision and tactics of hand to hand combat. Squall had never been physical like this with him though.
It pissed him off. Like the name calling wasnt enough. He regained his footing, and seeing Squall come in for more, jounced forward and pushed him hard by slamming into him with his arm and shoulder. Toppling the gunblader down onto his ass.
Zell stood there, towering over the great Lion, and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm, finding a thin trace of blood on it. "Think you made your point, 'boss'? Or are you going to stand around and pose like Seifer, and spit big words to make yourself look tough?"
He was a Hero, damnit, right along with the rest of them. He'd helped save the world too. And Squall just didnt seem to give a rats ass about him sometimes, just evryone else. Might as well give him a bit of his own medicine.
Unfortunatly, his plan backfired as Squall shed his formal clothes - now scuffed slightly by the dust outside the gate where Squall had caught him in the first place - and stood, raising his fists, not caring how mismatched they were.
"More like Chicken-Shit." It was the anger talking, Zell promised himself. His open hands becoming fists and he pulled back away from Squall a little bit. 'I'll just knock him down again and he'll back off', he said in soft mantra to himself, a little worried as Squall seemed to be mimicing his bounce and stature.
How long had Squall been watching Zell to catch on to his motions that much and use them himself?
Zell found his internal monolog and thought line wasnt a problem to keep up with himself as he fought on instinct rather than hesetation and decision making. When Squall tried to hit him with a hook, Zell grabbed his swinging arm and hit him hard in the side of his head, pushing him back down into the dirt again as he released.
Squall fell on his ass again, and scuffed up his nice shoes, and dirtied his pale fingers with the dirt on the road as he scrambled upright again. They were fighters but Squall was blinded by his rage. 'Maybe he's stressed. Could probably use a vacation.' Zell considered as he ducked another wiled swing and punched his stomach from his crouch.
Instead of crumpling to his knees though, Squall jerked forward, hald colapsing on Zell and jammed his elbow hard into his shoulder. Once, twice, three times before Zell yelled in pain, pushing at his thighs as he stood, flipping Squall over his back and slamming him down onto his back on the road.
'Shit, he's flexible.' He moved away from Squall as soon as he landed, turning around to see the other boy already on his feet and charging. 'Damn, hes serious too. Guess I'm gonna have to knock him out.'
Once he decided that, the fight both began and ended. Zell frabbed the incoming fist and twisted it. Moving with his twist so he scirted around behind Squall and forced his arm back, threatening to snap it behind his head whenever he tried to move.
Zell was smaller than everyone else. He didnt have weapons like everyone else, and he looked and acted younger. But he could never be unarmed and acted faster on instinct than any of their analytical minds couldve. He kicked the back of Squall's knees, forcing him to fall forward.
"Chickens dont fight too well, last I checked, Squall. And you fight like a girl." He hated saying it. It wasnt really true. But if thats what Squall listened to, he guessed he'd have to talk like that. Zell planted a foot in the small of his back for a moment, then pushed off as hard as he could while letting go of his arm, slamming him down onto the road again. Leaving a reddish copper dust footprint on his back.
He watched Squall lay there panting, head down, streaks of dirt all over his otherwise pristine, white shirt. The coppery dust of the road in streaks where the shirt had been pulled from movement of muscle of slide and impact. His arms, leg,s hair, coated with the fine grit that almost made him look rough and tanned.
The fight wasnt even more than a few bloes, but it still hurt. Zell's shoulder was throbbing. Granted, Squall had pretty sharp bones. That had counted twords somethign. But he'd just tried taking Zell on in a place he couldnt compete and was now feeling humility for it.
And Zell felt bad.
So he flopped down on the road beside him and rolled around in the dirt a bit. When he stopped, he met coled eyes and a perplexed expression of the man who'd just tried beating the living daylights out of him.
Zell smiled.
Squall blinked.
Shook his head.
Got up.
"Dont miss your next class."
And left.
About two minutes after Squall strode back into the Garden's main hall and went off to his dorms, Zell dragged his feet back into the same circular hallway, panting and holding his head, covored in more grime than Squall had been and looking like he was sporting more than a few bruises.
"Aw, me an' squall were just sharing some old memories. No worries. He always did win the wrestling matches. He IS bigger after all." Zell beamed as he told people about what happened, his own little fabricated story.
After all, the kids in the Garden still needed someone to look up to. And most of them chose Squall. Who was he to break apart the unity of the Garden?
'Not Zell. That's for sure.'
Author: BlackCypress, Bebop Cow, The Letter D, take your pick.
Warnings: Uhm. Its short. Thats my warning. Heh. Im tired and I didnt want to finish my other comission and THEN whittle this out. So I did this. In about 4 minutes just because Im tired of it floating around. Im tired and I need to shut up.
Rating: PG, I'd gather. Whoa, thats rare for me.
Pairings: None really.
Plot: There is some that might come into effect later. Other than that, this is an hour fic.
[ To the FFN crowd: There. Ya got a second chapter. Happy? ]
"Hey!" Zell heard Squall's rage filled voice yell behind him.
He'd skipped out on one of his classes, getting someone to fill in for him so he could draw up another idea before he lost it. He'd sent it off to his publisher and had forgotten about the entire class until recently. Too late for even make up work with vacation time nearing. He didn't blame Squall for being pissed really.
The hand on his shoulder, wrenching him around to face the young headmaster, was a little unexpected though. He looked like an animal almost, like the Lion people said he was like. Sure, he'd seen Squall like this a lot, but never aimed at him, not really.
"Hey, hey, whoa!" Zell threw his hands up slightly, palms open, in defense and trying not to show the animal beofre him harm. "So I missed one class, I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"You missed THE class, you yellow bellied, spineless chicken wuss!" Squall hissed, his fists clenched at his sides, wearing his rather formal attire over his usual white t-shirt. Wait a minute. Wasnt that for-
"We've been planning this ceremony for months, and you go and fuck it up!" Squall's eyes seemed to have a lot more red in them. And he was yelling. At Zell. He didnt like that much, but it was partly his fualt, forgetting such a thing.
"Oh geeze. I.. I forgot, Squall. I guess it slipped my mind, but I just had to get away for-... A day or two." And Zell smiled, something warm and bouncy, giving Squall a friendly smile and a look of promise.
Just to get belted in the mouth by a wild fist.
Zell staggered from the blow. More from the unexpectedness of Squall punching him than actual damage. Squall's strength was in swinging that big heavy blade of his, not the precision and tactics of hand to hand combat. Squall had never been physical like this with him though.
It pissed him off. Like the name calling wasnt enough. He regained his footing, and seeing Squall come in for more, jounced forward and pushed him hard by slamming into him with his arm and shoulder. Toppling the gunblader down onto his ass.
Zell stood there, towering over the great Lion, and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm, finding a thin trace of blood on it. "Think you made your point, 'boss'? Or are you going to stand around and pose like Seifer, and spit big words to make yourself look tough?"
He was a Hero, damnit, right along with the rest of them. He'd helped save the world too. And Squall just didnt seem to give a rats ass about him sometimes, just evryone else. Might as well give him a bit of his own medicine.
Unfortunatly, his plan backfired as Squall shed his formal clothes - now scuffed slightly by the dust outside the gate where Squall had caught him in the first place - and stood, raising his fists, not caring how mismatched they were.
"More like Chicken-Shit." It was the anger talking, Zell promised himself. His open hands becoming fists and he pulled back away from Squall a little bit. 'I'll just knock him down again and he'll back off', he said in soft mantra to himself, a little worried as Squall seemed to be mimicing his bounce and stature.
How long had Squall been watching Zell to catch on to his motions that much and use them himself?
Zell found his internal monolog and thought line wasnt a problem to keep up with himself as he fought on instinct rather than hesetation and decision making. When Squall tried to hit him with a hook, Zell grabbed his swinging arm and hit him hard in the side of his head, pushing him back down into the dirt again as he released.
Squall fell on his ass again, and scuffed up his nice shoes, and dirtied his pale fingers with the dirt on the road as he scrambled upright again. They were fighters but Squall was blinded by his rage. 'Maybe he's stressed. Could probably use a vacation.' Zell considered as he ducked another wiled swing and punched his stomach from his crouch.
Instead of crumpling to his knees though, Squall jerked forward, hald colapsing on Zell and jammed his elbow hard into his shoulder. Once, twice, three times before Zell yelled in pain, pushing at his thighs as he stood, flipping Squall over his back and slamming him down onto his back on the road.
'Shit, he's flexible.' He moved away from Squall as soon as he landed, turning around to see the other boy already on his feet and charging. 'Damn, hes serious too. Guess I'm gonna have to knock him out.'
Once he decided that, the fight both began and ended. Zell frabbed the incoming fist and twisted it. Moving with his twist so he scirted around behind Squall and forced his arm back, threatening to snap it behind his head whenever he tried to move.
Zell was smaller than everyone else. He didnt have weapons like everyone else, and he looked and acted younger. But he could never be unarmed and acted faster on instinct than any of their analytical minds couldve. He kicked the back of Squall's knees, forcing him to fall forward.
"Chickens dont fight too well, last I checked, Squall. And you fight like a girl." He hated saying it. It wasnt really true. But if thats what Squall listened to, he guessed he'd have to talk like that. Zell planted a foot in the small of his back for a moment, then pushed off as hard as he could while letting go of his arm, slamming him down onto the road again. Leaving a reddish copper dust footprint on his back.
He watched Squall lay there panting, head down, streaks of dirt all over his otherwise pristine, white shirt. The coppery dust of the road in streaks where the shirt had been pulled from movement of muscle of slide and impact. His arms, leg,s hair, coated with the fine grit that almost made him look rough and tanned.
The fight wasnt even more than a few bloes, but it still hurt. Zell's shoulder was throbbing. Granted, Squall had pretty sharp bones. That had counted twords somethign. But he'd just tried taking Zell on in a place he couldnt compete and was now feeling humility for it.
And Zell felt bad.
So he flopped down on the road beside him and rolled around in the dirt a bit. When he stopped, he met coled eyes and a perplexed expression of the man who'd just tried beating the living daylights out of him.
Zell smiled.
Squall blinked.
Shook his head.
Got up.
"Dont miss your next class."
And left.
About two minutes after Squall strode back into the Garden's main hall and went off to his dorms, Zell dragged his feet back into the same circular hallway, panting and holding his head, covored in more grime than Squall had been and looking like he was sporting more than a few bruises.
"Aw, me an' squall were just sharing some old memories. No worries. He always did win the wrestling matches. He IS bigger after all." Zell beamed as he told people about what happened, his own little fabricated story.
After all, the kids in the Garden still needed someone to look up to. And most of them chose Squall. Who was he to break apart the unity of the Garden?
'Not Zell. That's for sure.'
