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Sunlight?
Oh. That's right.
He was in his own bed. In his own home.
Zell had made it back. Not unscathed that is, first he had to extricate himself from Seifer's incessant grip on his leg before he could leave. He'd been hoping he could just slip out, but Seifer stubbornly awoke from his dead sleep and asked for some water in what could only be described as a pathetic voice. He fought the guilt down and had gotten him the water. He had done all he could (and he seemed to be alright now, if a little disoriented), but he knew the scene would bother him, well...for a really long time.
"You're leaving?" He had asked, his face scrunched up in an effort to regain some form of consciousness. It was only five am and the fleeting summertime hadn't brought the sun up yet to its full strength. He looked confused and even disappointed, rubbing his red cheek with one of his hands as it still burned with the warmth of Zell's lap.
"I gotta get home before Ma sends out a search party. You look like you're gonna be okay." Zell responded. THe longer he stayed the more awkward this was gonna get. He had to leave before he freaked out. It had been five hours and he'd almost not slept at all. However little he had been inebriated, it had all left him by now and in the light of full sobriety last night (and the current situation) struck him that much more odd than it had before.
Seifer didn't say anything, but sipped gingerly at his ice water. He closed his eyes and an intense sort of emotion flickered across his face for a moment. Zell almost said a million things, but he couldn't decide what it was that he had seen. For that brief moment a window to Seifer's secret self had opened wide before being slammed shut again. It was too complicated a message for him to interpret in just a few minutes. Only a sort of stuttering gasp escaped his lips. Real effective, Dincht.
"Thanks, Zell." His voice startled the shorter blonde out of his reverie. After so much tense silence he almost hadn't expected a sound to come out of Seifer's mouth. He was now utterly lost to confusion and could think of nothing to do when Seifer's hand lazily wound its way around his own and squeezed. Still in shock, Zell had left quietly with a shaky smile and made his way home where he, miraculously, had fallen asleep.
And that brought Zell back to where he was; sitting on the edge of his bed his head in his hands. This was his vacation, his *restful* vacation. So much for that, he'd have to make up for it by being extra loungeful today. Maybe he'd just take a shower and lay around on the hammock all day. Then he'd tan. Then he'd lay around on the couch and watch tv and his mother would beat him for the thousandth time at triple triad. Good times!
Thusly, his daily plan was formed by the time he left the shower. Why was he so upset over this, anyway? Seifer was drunk and he was there and well...he WAS a good looking guy. There was no denying it as he looked at himself in the mirror and (just for kicks) flexed his biceps for himself and smiled his fangiest smile at his own ocean blue eyes.
So then, he asked his shiny muscular chest, hadn't he had any action, less a date, in over a year? His chest's only reply: that was a good question, why hadn't he had a date in over a year? Zell frowned.
He frowned all the way to the hammock. He loved the hammock, it had been his favorite place in his entire house forever now. It even comforted him the way it creaked when he lowered his weight into it. His bad mood started to fade as it swung himself gently back and forth, the cool wind sailing lazily into his back. It was just because there hadn't really been anyone and he hadn't had the time to meet anyone. There seemed to be no shortage of SeeD female admirers, but that wasn't doing so much for him. And the SeeD guys...they just didn't seem to like him very much. He'd won more friends over recently. He'd even grown much closer to people around him. He hated to admit it, but whenever he saw videos of himself from before (okay, and a little after) that Ultimecia incident, he winced at how immature he was. His mother, of course, was beaming with pride whenever she talked to anyone. No one in Balamb referred to him as her wild son anymore...at least not when she was around to hear them.
He was Zell, the hero. Zell the grandson of a war hero, the shining child. After the war, such a big deal was made over him (and he'd soaked it up so well) that the other youths of the town had never forgiven him for incurring such jealousy in them. So that was it. There was no one in Balamb who would speak to him over the age of fourteen and under thirty and everyone in SeeD didn't coincide with his own sexuality or hated him or just wasn't interested.
The last guy he'd gone out with hadn't been bad though. He was down to earth, even a little fun. He'd lived around Trabia, of course, and that meant they saw each other only every other month for a couple days. Apparently he wouldn't settle for that. It hadn't even lasted through three visits.
It was getting really bad now that his mom could tell. She had even been trying to set him up. What was up with that?
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The end of part six. Want more? Don't forget, reviews make miss Revolver's fingers move! I mean, we haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet, right?
Oh, and I'd love to be hosted on archives. If you know of one that is still active or a mailing list that you think I should knwo about, drop me a line at: sleazy@zomblasta.com.
This fic makes me no money or even glory! Please do not own me squaresoft (andvariousothercorporationswhoownzellseiferandallotherfinalfantasyreferences). Thank you.
Sunlight?
Oh. That's right.
He was in his own bed. In his own home.
Zell had made it back. Not unscathed that is, first he had to extricate himself from Seifer's incessant grip on his leg before he could leave. He'd been hoping he could just slip out, but Seifer stubbornly awoke from his dead sleep and asked for some water in what could only be described as a pathetic voice. He fought the guilt down and had gotten him the water. He had done all he could (and he seemed to be alright now, if a little disoriented), but he knew the scene would bother him, well...for a really long time.
"You're leaving?" He had asked, his face scrunched up in an effort to regain some form of consciousness. It was only five am and the fleeting summertime hadn't brought the sun up yet to its full strength. He looked confused and even disappointed, rubbing his red cheek with one of his hands as it still burned with the warmth of Zell's lap.
"I gotta get home before Ma sends out a search party. You look like you're gonna be okay." Zell responded. THe longer he stayed the more awkward this was gonna get. He had to leave before he freaked out. It had been five hours and he'd almost not slept at all. However little he had been inebriated, it had all left him by now and in the light of full sobriety last night (and the current situation) struck him that much more odd than it had before.
Seifer didn't say anything, but sipped gingerly at his ice water. He closed his eyes and an intense sort of emotion flickered across his face for a moment. Zell almost said a million things, but he couldn't decide what it was that he had seen. For that brief moment a window to Seifer's secret self had opened wide before being slammed shut again. It was too complicated a message for him to interpret in just a few minutes. Only a sort of stuttering gasp escaped his lips. Real effective, Dincht.
"Thanks, Zell." His voice startled the shorter blonde out of his reverie. After so much tense silence he almost hadn't expected a sound to come out of Seifer's mouth. He was now utterly lost to confusion and could think of nothing to do when Seifer's hand lazily wound its way around his own and squeezed. Still in shock, Zell had left quietly with a shaky smile and made his way home where he, miraculously, had fallen asleep.
And that brought Zell back to where he was; sitting on the edge of his bed his head in his hands. This was his vacation, his *restful* vacation. So much for that, he'd have to make up for it by being extra loungeful today. Maybe he'd just take a shower and lay around on the hammock all day. Then he'd tan. Then he'd lay around on the couch and watch tv and his mother would beat him for the thousandth time at triple triad. Good times!
Thusly, his daily plan was formed by the time he left the shower. Why was he so upset over this, anyway? Seifer was drunk and he was there and well...he WAS a good looking guy. There was no denying it as he looked at himself in the mirror and (just for kicks) flexed his biceps for himself and smiled his fangiest smile at his own ocean blue eyes.
So then, he asked his shiny muscular chest, hadn't he had any action, less a date, in over a year? His chest's only reply: that was a good question, why hadn't he had a date in over a year? Zell frowned.
He frowned all the way to the hammock. He loved the hammock, it had been his favorite place in his entire house forever now. It even comforted him the way it creaked when he lowered his weight into it. His bad mood started to fade as it swung himself gently back and forth, the cool wind sailing lazily into his back. It was just because there hadn't really been anyone and he hadn't had the time to meet anyone. There seemed to be no shortage of SeeD female admirers, but that wasn't doing so much for him. And the SeeD guys...they just didn't seem to like him very much. He'd won more friends over recently. He'd even grown much closer to people around him. He hated to admit it, but whenever he saw videos of himself from before (okay, and a little after) that Ultimecia incident, he winced at how immature he was. His mother, of course, was beaming with pride whenever she talked to anyone. No one in Balamb referred to him as her wild son anymore...at least not when she was around to hear them.
He was Zell, the hero. Zell the grandson of a war hero, the shining child. After the war, such a big deal was made over him (and he'd soaked it up so well) that the other youths of the town had never forgiven him for incurring such jealousy in them. So that was it. There was no one in Balamb who would speak to him over the age of fourteen and under thirty and everyone in SeeD didn't coincide with his own sexuality or hated him or just wasn't interested.
The last guy he'd gone out with hadn't been bad though. He was down to earth, even a little fun. He'd lived around Trabia, of course, and that meant they saw each other only every other month for a couple days. Apparently he wouldn't settle for that. It hadn't even lasted through three visits.
It was getting really bad now that his mom could tell. She had even been trying to set him up. What was up with that?
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The end of part six. Want more? Don't forget, reviews make miss Revolver's fingers move! I mean, we haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet, right?
Oh, and I'd love to be hosted on archives. If you know of one that is still active or a mailing list that you think I should knwo about, drop me a line at: sleazy@zomblasta.com.