"Sweetie, I'm back!" his ma called. He groaned to himself at the sweetie in her sentence. A year ago he had done his very best to convince her that he was too old for her various terms of endearments. She had replied that once he was less than half her age she would respect that request. Until then, he would just have to suffer. Since Ma was now in her mid 40s and Zell had just turned twenty, that meant he would probably exclipse her somewhere around 26. Six more years to go and she was going to make use of them, he was sure. Ma didn't forget ANYTHING, she even remembered that one time when he was seven...forget about that for now.
Ma breezed through the door with two grocery bags stuffed under her arms. She had this odd need to go grocery shopping twice a week whenever Zell was home. It was almost like there was a family of goblins eating the food bit by bit when she wasn't looking at an alarming pace. Strike that, it was like she had two families of goblins. She didn't know where it all went, either, it wasn't like Zell was a giant or something. he must have a furnace for a stomache.
Zell hopped up from the hammock and came jogging lightly into the house. People who had never lived with Zell may be surprised at the sudden burst from absolute lounge to action ready. She was used to it, it was like he was constantly wound for something. She wished it could say it was from all that SeeD training, but he'd always been like this. "Get dressed, we have company." She told him, he looked as if he hadn't changed since he got out of bed.
"I am dressed, Ma." He looked exasperated. She had seen him grow up so much, do so many important things and do make very important decisions. He was even an instructor, now! She knew he said he hated being treated like her little boy, but she knew, deep down, he would miss it. There was still one place in the world where he wasn't responsible. It'd been the same way with her mother. She had left the nest early, but whenever she returned, it was like she was transported back to that warm childhood place. The one where your worries come only with how you want your mother to spoil you.
"You are not dressed for company, how go upstairs and get changed or I'll put this food under lock and key!" There were some threats one's child darest not not listen to. Especially when your mother was Ma Dincht, the woman who never went against her word. He may have conceded, but not quietly.
"Awwww Ma!" He whined.
"Awwww Ma!" A male voice echoed behind him. Did he even need to turn around? He could recognize the mocking tone if he went deaf just by the nasty shiver it sent up his spine. But he didn't need to let him know. He sighed audibly.
"Excuse me, Mr. Almasy, but I have to get changed so as to fully enjoy the presence of your company."
"How kind of you" Seifer smirked at Zell, looking oddly at ease for someone who should be unable to leave his bed. That bastard still had more spirit than was good for him. Zell glanced at Ma to make sure her back was turned before he gave Seifer the finger with a sneer and a whole lot of feeling. Asshole, he mouthed to him before slipping up the stairs to his bedroom.
Hyne, what the hell was up with these past few days. He barely ran into Seifer this much in Garden! But more bizarrely was that he never thought he'd have a vaguely pleasant reaction to his company? Well, things were different now, he reasoned. For one, Seifer had changed and whatever he had done to Zell had been paid back to him in Spades. Besides, who was teasing who know? It looked like Zell was getting the upper hand at least 20% of the time. That only meant that ultimate victory was right around the corner, baby!
Now what should he wear today? It was kinda warm out, so that meant shorts. His denim shorts with the electric green stitching and the matching samurai warrior on the back pocket? Nah, they were waaay too baggy. It was too him two and a half years ago. There had to be something better he still had at home and had forgotten about he figured rummaging through the often forgotten bottom drawers of his dresser.
Success! He had totally forgotten about these. It'd been like, three years since he last wore em! Of course, they were too long for his tastes. Making a little inappropriate use of one of the sharper war trophies on his wall, Zell fixed that little problem. He made sure his slices were even and slipped the shorts, formerly pants on. Just below the knee, exactly as he liked them. A baby blue muscle shirt with a red chibi making a peace sign finished his dressing portion. He ran a quick comb through his hair and slicked his hair back for the time being. He looked at himself for a moment in the mirror.
He gave himself a quick thumbs up sign. "Lookin good, mr. dincht!" He said appreciately to himself with a wink. Seifer or no, he was gonna make sure today was a lucky day!
"I'm making lunch for you and Seifer dear. Him for helping me carry my groceries and you because you'll be mowing the lawn later." She made sure to say the last statement with extra feeling. Whatever, they had a small yard. Maybe he'd make it interesting and direct the mower with his feet while he walked on his hands. Hey, he could do it!
"Okay Ma" He sounded happier than before, sitting on a dining room chair with one of his barefeet propped up on the opposite knee. It still took him a few moments to remember to -not- be afraid of Seifer. After all, like he reminded himself upstairs, there wasn't anything to be afraid of. Seifer may still be mostly the same in his attitude to Zell, but Zell's attitude to Seifer had totally changed. He was a man, now!
Ma retreated to the kitchen and left the two boys alone. In the moment of silence that followed, a thousand words could have spoken. Seifer could have said "Thanks for last night, Zell" or "I would have died without you" or "I apologize for everything I have ever done to you and you were always the better man than I." Although, the most pertinent to the situation probably would have been something like: "Chickenwuss, you really oughta watch how you're leaning back in that chair." ALAS, the moment passed by and Zell was already on the floor with an undignified yell.
"Good work, chickenwuss!" Seifer managed between attempts at holding back his roaring laughter.
"Honey, are you okay?" His Ma asked in much the same way Seifer had.
"I'm FINE" Zell replied once he gathered enough of his own dignity in the moment since the crash to will his body to move. In the same amount of time it took him to crash he had the chair upright and his butt planted firmly in it. He ignored his bright red face and lightly crossed his arms while the other two gave in to their own amusements. "Hyne!" He sighed loudly at his own misfortune. Lucky day after all, eh? He wouldn't admit half an hour later that some of the laughter had been his own echoing loudly in the small room.
It has been months since my last chapter. This one has actually been finished for four months, but I kept meaning to rewrite it (a third time!). My life has been really hectic, but I've finally come to a place where I'm no longer afraid to write, or needing to trick myself into doing it! So, yes, I'm fully confident that I will finish this fic!
And not only will I be able to finish it, but I've been practicing my smut! So expect some lemon-lime goodness in chapters to come! Oh, and don't forget! Commenting makes miss Revolver's hands move! or something...heh.
Ma breezed through the door with two grocery bags stuffed under her arms. She had this odd need to go grocery shopping twice a week whenever Zell was home. It was almost like there was a family of goblins eating the food bit by bit when she wasn't looking at an alarming pace. Strike that, it was like she had two families of goblins. She didn't know where it all went, either, it wasn't like Zell was a giant or something. he must have a furnace for a stomache.
Zell hopped up from the hammock and came jogging lightly into the house. People who had never lived with Zell may be surprised at the sudden burst from absolute lounge to action ready. She was used to it, it was like he was constantly wound for something. She wished it could say it was from all that SeeD training, but he'd always been like this. "Get dressed, we have company." She told him, he looked as if he hadn't changed since he got out of bed.
"I am dressed, Ma." He looked exasperated. She had seen him grow up so much, do so many important things and do make very important decisions. He was even an instructor, now! She knew he said he hated being treated like her little boy, but she knew, deep down, he would miss it. There was still one place in the world where he wasn't responsible. It'd been the same way with her mother. She had left the nest early, but whenever she returned, it was like she was transported back to that warm childhood place. The one where your worries come only with how you want your mother to spoil you.
"You are not dressed for company, how go upstairs and get changed or I'll put this food under lock and key!" There were some threats one's child darest not not listen to. Especially when your mother was Ma Dincht, the woman who never went against her word. He may have conceded, but not quietly.
"Awwww Ma!" He whined.
"Awwww Ma!" A male voice echoed behind him. Did he even need to turn around? He could recognize the mocking tone if he went deaf just by the nasty shiver it sent up his spine. But he didn't need to let him know. He sighed audibly.
"Excuse me, Mr. Almasy, but I have to get changed so as to fully enjoy the presence of your company."
"How kind of you" Seifer smirked at Zell, looking oddly at ease for someone who should be unable to leave his bed. That bastard still had more spirit than was good for him. Zell glanced at Ma to make sure her back was turned before he gave Seifer the finger with a sneer and a whole lot of feeling. Asshole, he mouthed to him before slipping up the stairs to his bedroom.
Hyne, what the hell was up with these past few days. He barely ran into Seifer this much in Garden! But more bizarrely was that he never thought he'd have a vaguely pleasant reaction to his company? Well, things were different now, he reasoned. For one, Seifer had changed and whatever he had done to Zell had been paid back to him in Spades. Besides, who was teasing who know? It looked like Zell was getting the upper hand at least 20% of the time. That only meant that ultimate victory was right around the corner, baby!
Now what should he wear today? It was kinda warm out, so that meant shorts. His denim shorts with the electric green stitching and the matching samurai warrior on the back pocket? Nah, they were waaay too baggy. It was too him two and a half years ago. There had to be something better he still had at home and had forgotten about he figured rummaging through the often forgotten bottom drawers of his dresser.
Success! He had totally forgotten about these. It'd been like, three years since he last wore em! Of course, they were too long for his tastes. Making a little inappropriate use of one of the sharper war trophies on his wall, Zell fixed that little problem. He made sure his slices were even and slipped the shorts, formerly pants on. Just below the knee, exactly as he liked them. A baby blue muscle shirt with a red chibi making a peace sign finished his dressing portion. He ran a quick comb through his hair and slicked his hair back for the time being. He looked at himself for a moment in the mirror.
He gave himself a quick thumbs up sign. "Lookin good, mr. dincht!" He said appreciately to himself with a wink. Seifer or no, he was gonna make sure today was a lucky day!
"I'm making lunch for you and Seifer dear. Him for helping me carry my groceries and you because you'll be mowing the lawn later." She made sure to say the last statement with extra feeling. Whatever, they had a small yard. Maybe he'd make it interesting and direct the mower with his feet while he walked on his hands. Hey, he could do it!
"Okay Ma" He sounded happier than before, sitting on a dining room chair with one of his barefeet propped up on the opposite knee. It still took him a few moments to remember to -not- be afraid of Seifer. After all, like he reminded himself upstairs, there wasn't anything to be afraid of. Seifer may still be mostly the same in his attitude to Zell, but Zell's attitude to Seifer had totally changed. He was a man, now!
Ma retreated to the kitchen and left the two boys alone. In the moment of silence that followed, a thousand words could have spoken. Seifer could have said "Thanks for last night, Zell" or "I would have died without you" or "I apologize for everything I have ever done to you and you were always the better man than I." Although, the most pertinent to the situation probably would have been something like: "Chickenwuss, you really oughta watch how you're leaning back in that chair." ALAS, the moment passed by and Zell was already on the floor with an undignified yell.
"Good work, chickenwuss!" Seifer managed between attempts at holding back his roaring laughter.
"Honey, are you okay?" His Ma asked in much the same way Seifer had.
"I'm FINE" Zell replied once he gathered enough of his own dignity in the moment since the crash to will his body to move. In the same amount of time it took him to crash he had the chair upright and his butt planted firmly in it. He ignored his bright red face and lightly crossed his arms while the other two gave in to their own amusements. "Hyne!" He sighed loudly at his own misfortune. Lucky day after all, eh? He wouldn't admit half an hour later that some of the laughter had been his own echoing loudly in the small room.
It has been months since my last chapter. This one has actually been finished for four months, but I kept meaning to rewrite it (a third time!). My life has been really hectic, but I've finally come to a place where I'm no longer afraid to write, or needing to trick myself into doing it! So, yes, I'm fully confident that I will finish this fic!
And not only will I be able to finish it, but I've been practicing my smut! So expect some lemon-lime goodness in chapters to come! Oh, and don't forget! Commenting makes miss Revolver's hands move! or something...heh.