AN: Well, I've had a quite a few people ask for some Seifer and Zell action. So, I'm going to try and fulfill the request. The classic bully and victim role between them is about to become blurred, in the name of humor. Look out for it in later chapters. I would give you a chapter number but that would spoil the surprise.

Chapter 10 – Fuzzball

Two weeks had passed since Squall and Zell had begun working as guards. They had all ready been promoted several times, thanks to many sleepless nights. They were finally promoted to working in the lab area of the compound.

They were given new uniforms. They had blue camouflaged pants and shirts. They were given a cap with a star on the front of it and they kept their weapon. On their first day they were brought up to speed as to where to go and who to follow. Finally, they were going to find out just what kind of information was stolen.

Squall and Zell walked down the long corridor that lead to the lab area of the compound from their room. Once there, they were greeted by Remy.

"Well hello gents. I'm glad you got promoted. It was a tad bit lonesome seeing as no one else was working with me. Now that you're here things won't be so boring."

"Uh, thanks Remy, could you tell us what we're doing?"

Remy turned and smiled at Squall. "Sure Shane, we're going to be escorting the Fuzz ball back and forth from his cage to the lab. Follow me."

"Fuzzball? What are you talking about Remy?"

"It's best you see it. I don't really want to spoil the surprise. A word of advice fellas, the Fuzzball is a bit skittish. It tends to be afraid of humans, though I don't blame the poor bloke. The other guards tend to rough'em up quite a bit."

Zell and Squall exchanged curious glances as Remy lead them down a hall and into a large empty room. It was about the size of Garden's Cafeteria. The only thing in it was a large cylinder like object in the middle. In front of it was some kind of keypad.

"The little bugger is in the cell, it's used to hold the Fuzzball when he's not needed. Did they give you the access codes?"

"Yeah, we have them."

"Well why don't you open her up then?"

Zell walked up to the front of the cylinder and pressed some number on the keypad located about a foot away from the cell. They heard a faint hissing sound and the clicking of locks opening. Suddenly, the cylinder's wall slid apart allowing them to see inside. Remy looked bored, while Zell and Squall watched in fascination.

In the middle of the cylinder sat what looked like to be a little boy wearing only a dingy pair of blue jeans. Is this some kind of sick joke? This is just a kid. Is this a setup? Were we found out? Squall immediately became wary of the situation, he was preparing for an attack that never came. Zell voiced Squall's own thoughts.

"What is this?" Zell walked menacingly toward Remy grabbed the young man by the front of his shirt. "What kind game are you playing?"

"Shane, help! I'm not playing a game, that ain't no little kid. Take a closer look and you'll see what I mean."

Squall didn't want to take any chances of Remy possibly betraying them so he walked into the center of the chamber to get a better look. Squall's eyes widened in shock when he saw the 'Fuzzball'. Fuzzball had the body of a human but with several key differences. He couldn't see the kids face because he had his head down. Squall noted that kid had a crown of orange hair with the fiery red tips. His ears were in the correct place for a human only they were like that of a Moomba's ears. They were the same color as his hair and elongated. They even had the familiar black coloring on the tips.

The kid's arms, which were wrapped tightly around his knees, were without any uniqueness except for the small orange patch of hair on each elbow.

His hands, which more like paws than anything, were in chains. Upon closer inspection, one could see the soft black pad that protected the hands. The digits of the paw were slightly longer than usual, so it resembled that of fingers with the exception of the sharp claw like fingernails.

Squall's eyes drifted lower and he saw that the kid's feet, also in chains, were completely like that of a Moomba's. The last thing Squall spotted was orange tail curled around the kid's legs with a red tip. He couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips as he stepped backwards out of the chamber.

"Z…Derek." Squall walked toward him and put a hang on Zell's shoulder.

"Shane, what's wrong? What'd you see?"

"You can put him down, have a look for yourself."

Zell did as Squall asked and took a look himself. Zell exploded. "Holy Hyne!?!!?"

A faint cry of surprise came from the cylinder cage followed by the sounds of chains rustling as the little guy shook in fear..

"Just great mate, you've gone and scared the Fuzzball."

Squall just stared off into space, getting over his shock.

Remy stood back glaring briefly at Zell before turning to Squall and offering a lopsided grin. "I was like that when I first met him. I cursed up a storm and left the room. I got used to it after awhile."

"Yeah, I'm okay. It was just a momentary shock."

Zell joined them again and looked to a bit nervous.

"So what are we supposed to do now." Squall looked from Zell to Remy.

"Well, we have to undo the chains from his neck, arms and legs." Remy held up his bag and opened it to show Squall and Zell. "Then we put on these special made restraints and escort him to the lab. Then we follow the their instructions, till their through and we chain him back up."

"Does Fuzzball have a name?"

Remy turned his head toward Zell a faint scowl on his face. Zell offered him an apology.

"Oh yeah, sorry about before."

"No problem gent, you can make it up to me later. He doesn't have a name. His official title is Test Subject 6. I heard that he's the only one, the others we were all deformed. They say he's about 10 or 12. He's a bit small for his age. They barely feed him anything, just an enough for him to survive. Well let's get this show on the road. We don't want to be late on the first day."