Authoress's Notes: Hey-o! I'm working on this when I should be working on Chapter Sixteen for ~A Red Rose in the Dark-
ness~, my special, on-going Yu Yu Hakusho ficcie. Yay! I believe I forgot to tell you, this is before all the sorceress
madness, yet Irvine and Rinoa are here. Yes, I know, it makes no sense. But that's okay, with me anyway. It's really
fun writing this fic anyway. ^.^ So, enjoy the second chapter.
It seems out of all of my chapter stories, this is the only one at the moment that I don't have writer's block for.
That might be because it's the newest.
Yay! Lack of Writer's Block!! ^.^
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Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Two
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"Yo, Seif!"
The blonde turned his head, peering over his shoulder. "Fujin, Raijin. Mornin'."
"AFFIRMATIVE," Fujin volunteered.
"Dude, we have no class this mornin', ya know? Instructor Trepe let us have tha class off, ya know?" Raijin said with
a doofy grin on his face. "So, like, whaddya wanna do?"
"TRAIN," Fujin said with a wave of her hand.
"You want to train, Fujin?" The scarred
"AFFIRMATIVE," She said with a nod of her head.
"What about you, Raijin?" Seifer asked, shifting his gaze slightly upward to meet Raijin's eyes.
"I dunno, ya know?" Raijin shrugged.
"TRAIN!" Fujin insisted again.
"Nah...I wanna sleep, ya know?" Raijin said, yawning.
"TRAIN!!" Fujin shouted, kicking Raijin in the shins.
"Yow, OKAY, okay! Ya know!? OW!" Raijin shouted as he hobbled to Seifer's side.
"Whaddya wanna do, Seif?"
The blonde shrugged his shoulders and began walking towards the direction of the Training Center, Fujin and Raijin fol-
lowing behind him.
Seifer strutted ahead of the other two, walking with his arms behind his head. He decided to tell the two about his night
that had recently happened. "And it SMELLED. Like hot dogs! What a chicken-wuss..."
Reaching the center of the Training place, Seifer turned to face his companions.
He blinked. Where'd they go? Where they should have been was an empty patch of grass. The two had run off together, eh?
Seifer would talk to THEM later...
The blonde heard the sound of fist connecting with monster flesh, and a sharp squeal as the Grat fell to the ground and
dissolved into thin air. The one who defeated it did a triumphant victory dance for a moment and flicked his for-once
down bangs from his face. A red and black jacket hung over the fence, discarded in the boy's training. Zell looked over
his shoulder, facing Seifer with his tattooed face.
Grabbing the jacket, Zell looked at Seifer, who stood there, silent for a moment.
"Yeah..." The younger boy dug his red shoes into the dirt, his eyes cast downward. "Thanks for givin' my jacket back..."
Seifer wanted to smack his forehead. He had given it back, hadn't he?
"And fer lockin' my door...I always seem to forget that..."
Seifer raised his hand to point at Zell's hair. "What'd you do?"
"Oh, that," Zell said with a grin. "I couldn't seem to find my hair gel...it sucks!"
The taller blonde heard something in the bushes behind him and unsheathed his gunblade, slashing at the Grat that emerged.
It instantly fell, dead. "If you want me to say 'your welcome', you're hoping for too much. The smell was overcoming my
room."
Zell brought the jacket to his nose. "It smells? I've never noticed before."
"That may be because YOU smell."
"Hey! Don't be mean. Too early for that. I had to wake up at such an ungodly hour..."
Seifer pointed over Zell's shoulder, and the fist combatist whirled around and punched the Grat that had been about to
wrap it's tentacles around his neck. Rubbing the back of his head, Zell grinned again. "Lot o' Grats today, eh?"
Seifer simply nodded, again slashing at another yellow, plant-like monster. It was wierd, it seemed there was TOO many
there today. Must be breeding season or something. Zell's ears cought a bell ringing from far off. "Oh crap! That much
time passed already!?"
"What?" Seifer asked, not interpreting what Zell said.
"C'mon!" Zell shouted and grabbed Seifer's hand, running and pushing monsters out of his way to make it to the exit.
Poor Seifer had no idea what was going on.
Finally realizing, he wrenched his hand from Zell's. "SHIT, we're gonna be late!!" And ran for his own good. Not that
he really cared about being late or not, but he glimpsed over his shoulder and saw a T-Rexaur chasing after them.
"Chicken-wuss, you may not want to look back..."
The short blonde peers over his shoulder, disobeying Seifer's wish. "SHIT!!" He shouts and speeds up.
"Damn steel-toed boots..." Seifer says as he is passed by in a whiz of air.
A shadow appears over him, and a gigantic foot came crashing down. On his trenchcoat. Seifer fell onto the ground, and
the thundering footsteps ceased as the T-Rexaur stared down at what it caught.
"Shit..." Seifer swore under his breath.
Reaching to his side, Seifer felt something.
The dinosaur's fang-baring mouth plunged downward. Seifer wrenched his arm up, eyes closed, and pulled the trigger on the
gunblade. His eyes opened when there was no death to him. Warm, seathing blood dripped onto his shoulder, splattering onto
his face. The T-Rexaur wrenched away from him, the gunblade still impaled in it's neck. It flew into a patch of trees, and
Zell released it's tail, panting. It fell behind him.
Seifer blinked. Who knew Zell could have so much strength?
Picking up his jacket for what seemed like the millionth time, Zell grinned. "No, I don't expect a 'thank you', okay?"
Seifer stared up at Zell. It seems little things can pack quite a punch. Or throw. Whatever.
Seifer, refusing Zell's extended hand, picked himself up and walked over to the twitching T-Rexaur.
"Yo, be-!"
"Careful? It's almost dead. The blood has to keep flowing out for another thirty seconds or something," Seifer said, and
nonchalantly pulled out the gunblade.
There was a screech-like sound as the giant dinosuar died.
"Shit, we're so friggin' late!" Zell said, remembering their rush.
"What's the hurry now? We're late enough as it is."
He looked at the laid-back Seifer in horror, and grabbed his wrist, running out of the Training Center.
Up in the classroom, Seifer shook of his bloody and muddy trenchcoat as Quistis scolded the two for being late. Using the
sleeve of his already bloody coat, Seifer cleaned the blood from his face.
"Be seated, you two," Instructor Trepe said, and once they were, continued with her lesson.
Zell fiddled with his bangs and Seifer chewed away on gum.
"...Dincht and Almasy," Quistis said.
"What?" Seifer asked, bored.
Zell's ears perked up.
"Were you paying attention? You will work together to study the habits of a weak monster around Balamb."
The two exchanged glares.
"Instructor, please..." Seifer said boredly. "He'd faint on sight of a Bite Bug."
Zell growled. "Would not!!"
Seifer smirked triumphantly. "Besides, I'd probably kill every monster in my sight."
"Then Dincht will have to teach you restraint," Quistis said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Giggles erupted around the room. Zell's jaw dropped. Seifer laughed.
"As if HE has more restraint than me?"
"That's what I'm proposing, Seifer."
Almasy growled and said no more.
"Anyway, you have two months to complete the project. You must bring in a live specimen of the monster species, and show
that it will trust you. Make friends with your monster. I will now assign them."
Seifer slapped his gloved hand to his head.
"Dincht and Almasy will get the Fastilacion-F."
Seifer scoffed, and Zell had a sly smile on his face.
What the hell was he plotting?
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Hieica: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *coughs, chokes, dies* Sooooooooooooooooo?? Is it lame, do you want to kill me? Ah, Swissy
too.
Swissy: REVIEW, or I'll sick the T-Rexaur on you!! It'll DRIP BLOOD on you and bite your head off!! COOOOOOL!!
Hieica: ^.^;; Be kind, please review.
ness~, my special, on-going Yu Yu Hakusho ficcie. Yay! I believe I forgot to tell you, this is before all the sorceress
madness, yet Irvine and Rinoa are here. Yes, I know, it makes no sense. But that's okay, with me anyway. It's really
fun writing this fic anyway. ^.^ So, enjoy the second chapter.
It seems out of all of my chapter stories, this is the only one at the moment that I don't have writer's block for.
That might be because it's the newest.
Yay! Lack of Writer's Block!! ^.^
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Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Two
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"Yo, Seif!"
The blonde turned his head, peering over his shoulder. "Fujin, Raijin. Mornin'."
"AFFIRMATIVE," Fujin volunteered.
"Dude, we have no class this mornin', ya know? Instructor Trepe let us have tha class off, ya know?" Raijin said with
a doofy grin on his face. "So, like, whaddya wanna do?"
"TRAIN," Fujin said with a wave of her hand.
"You want to train, Fujin?" The scarred
"AFFIRMATIVE," She said with a nod of her head.
"What about you, Raijin?" Seifer asked, shifting his gaze slightly upward to meet Raijin's eyes.
"I dunno, ya know?" Raijin shrugged.
"TRAIN!" Fujin insisted again.
"Nah...I wanna sleep, ya know?" Raijin said, yawning.
"TRAIN!!" Fujin shouted, kicking Raijin in the shins.
"Yow, OKAY, okay! Ya know!? OW!" Raijin shouted as he hobbled to Seifer's side.
"Whaddya wanna do, Seif?"
The blonde shrugged his shoulders and began walking towards the direction of the Training Center, Fujin and Raijin fol-
lowing behind him.
Seifer strutted ahead of the other two, walking with his arms behind his head. He decided to tell the two about his night
that had recently happened. "And it SMELLED. Like hot dogs! What a chicken-wuss..."
Reaching the center of the Training place, Seifer turned to face his companions.
He blinked. Where'd they go? Where they should have been was an empty patch of grass. The two had run off together, eh?
Seifer would talk to THEM later...
The blonde heard the sound of fist connecting with monster flesh, and a sharp squeal as the Grat fell to the ground and
dissolved into thin air. The one who defeated it did a triumphant victory dance for a moment and flicked his for-once
down bangs from his face. A red and black jacket hung over the fence, discarded in the boy's training. Zell looked over
his shoulder, facing Seifer with his tattooed face.
Grabbing the jacket, Zell looked at Seifer, who stood there, silent for a moment.
"Yeah..." The younger boy dug his red shoes into the dirt, his eyes cast downward. "Thanks for givin' my jacket back..."
Seifer wanted to smack his forehead. He had given it back, hadn't he?
"And fer lockin' my door...I always seem to forget that..."
Seifer raised his hand to point at Zell's hair. "What'd you do?"
"Oh, that," Zell said with a grin. "I couldn't seem to find my hair gel...it sucks!"
The taller blonde heard something in the bushes behind him and unsheathed his gunblade, slashing at the Grat that emerged.
It instantly fell, dead. "If you want me to say 'your welcome', you're hoping for too much. The smell was overcoming my
room."
Zell brought the jacket to his nose. "It smells? I've never noticed before."
"That may be because YOU smell."
"Hey! Don't be mean. Too early for that. I had to wake up at such an ungodly hour..."
Seifer pointed over Zell's shoulder, and the fist combatist whirled around and punched the Grat that had been about to
wrap it's tentacles around his neck. Rubbing the back of his head, Zell grinned again. "Lot o' Grats today, eh?"
Seifer simply nodded, again slashing at another yellow, plant-like monster. It was wierd, it seemed there was TOO many
there today. Must be breeding season or something. Zell's ears cought a bell ringing from far off. "Oh crap! That much
time passed already!?"
"What?" Seifer asked, not interpreting what Zell said.
"C'mon!" Zell shouted and grabbed Seifer's hand, running and pushing monsters out of his way to make it to the exit.
Poor Seifer had no idea what was going on.
Finally realizing, he wrenched his hand from Zell's. "SHIT, we're gonna be late!!" And ran for his own good. Not that
he really cared about being late or not, but he glimpsed over his shoulder and saw a T-Rexaur chasing after them.
"Chicken-wuss, you may not want to look back..."
The short blonde peers over his shoulder, disobeying Seifer's wish. "SHIT!!" He shouts and speeds up.
"Damn steel-toed boots..." Seifer says as he is passed by in a whiz of air.
A shadow appears over him, and a gigantic foot came crashing down. On his trenchcoat. Seifer fell onto the ground, and
the thundering footsteps ceased as the T-Rexaur stared down at what it caught.
"Shit..." Seifer swore under his breath.
Reaching to his side, Seifer felt something.
The dinosaur's fang-baring mouth plunged downward. Seifer wrenched his arm up, eyes closed, and pulled the trigger on the
gunblade. His eyes opened when there was no death to him. Warm, seathing blood dripped onto his shoulder, splattering onto
his face. The T-Rexaur wrenched away from him, the gunblade still impaled in it's neck. It flew into a patch of trees, and
Zell released it's tail, panting. It fell behind him.
Seifer blinked. Who knew Zell could have so much strength?
Picking up his jacket for what seemed like the millionth time, Zell grinned. "No, I don't expect a 'thank you', okay?"
Seifer stared up at Zell. It seems little things can pack quite a punch. Or throw. Whatever.
Seifer, refusing Zell's extended hand, picked himself up and walked over to the twitching T-Rexaur.
"Yo, be-!"
"Careful? It's almost dead. The blood has to keep flowing out for another thirty seconds or something," Seifer said, and
nonchalantly pulled out the gunblade.
There was a screech-like sound as the giant dinosuar died.
"Shit, we're so friggin' late!" Zell said, remembering their rush.
"What's the hurry now? We're late enough as it is."
He looked at the laid-back Seifer in horror, and grabbed his wrist, running out of the Training Center.
Up in the classroom, Seifer shook of his bloody and muddy trenchcoat as Quistis scolded the two for being late. Using the
sleeve of his already bloody coat, Seifer cleaned the blood from his face.
"Be seated, you two," Instructor Trepe said, and once they were, continued with her lesson.
Zell fiddled with his bangs and Seifer chewed away on gum.
"...Dincht and Almasy," Quistis said.
"What?" Seifer asked, bored.
Zell's ears perked up.
"Were you paying attention? You will work together to study the habits of a weak monster around Balamb."
The two exchanged glares.
"Instructor, please..." Seifer said boredly. "He'd faint on sight of a Bite Bug."
Zell growled. "Would not!!"
Seifer smirked triumphantly. "Besides, I'd probably kill every monster in my sight."
"Then Dincht will have to teach you restraint," Quistis said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Giggles erupted around the room. Zell's jaw dropped. Seifer laughed.
"As if HE has more restraint than me?"
"That's what I'm proposing, Seifer."
Almasy growled and said no more.
"Anyway, you have two months to complete the project. You must bring in a live specimen of the monster species, and show
that it will trust you. Make friends with your monster. I will now assign them."
Seifer slapped his gloved hand to his head.
"Dincht and Almasy will get the Fastilacion-F."
Seifer scoffed, and Zell had a sly smile on his face.
What the hell was he plotting?
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Hieica: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *coughs, chokes, dies* Sooooooooooooooooo?? Is it lame, do you want to kill me? Ah, Swissy
too.
Swissy: REVIEW, or I'll sick the T-Rexaur on you!! It'll DRIP BLOOD on you and bite your head off!! COOOOOOL!!
Hieica: ^.^;; Be kind, please review.