Authoress' Notes: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! *twirls* I decided that Rinoa and Irvine will not be introduced in this ficcie, because it's just queer(*giggles*) to have them in it while there is nothing going on. Anyway, the project is started in this chapter!! It's so FUN writing this, that I feel like I should twirl! *twirls*
O.o
Yeah, sorry about that.
Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Three
The sounds of twigs snapping as each partnered up team walked out of the Garden's gates into the monster habitations. Seifer sighed as he walked behind Zell, who was strutting pretty fast-paced, excited as they made their to the other side of the island, to the beach.
Zell pushed aside small tree branches from his eyes, and stepped through the cluttered plant mess into the sunlight on the beach. Seifer was halted abruptly as his trench coat got snagged. In a thorn bush.
"Oh great, just my luck..." Seifer said sourly. "How long do we have to do this project?"
"Two months!" Zell said cheerily.
Seifer groaned. Two months, he thought as he tugged his trench coat, with a chicken wuss, he tugged again, that smells, another wrench, like hot dogs and hair--
TEAR.
Seifer went tumbling backwards, kicking up a storm of sand. He groaned again. He could NOT do this.
As he had landed on his back, he propped himself on his elbows to glare at the God-forsaken thorn bush. A gloved hand was offered to him. He stared at it for a second and helped himself up, getting sand in his steel-toed boots. He heard light laughter and glared at Zell, his untame, ungelled hair blowing softly in the wind, the black tattoo on the side of his face stretched slightly with his wide smile.
"Havin' a little trouble there, Almasy?"
"Shut up, Chicken Wuss."
Zell merely shrugged, and began once again to walk down the beach, kicking off his shoes and socks to feel the warm sand in between his toes. Seifer kicked off his shoes to shake the sand out and found the sand to be a bit relaxing. Until he got stabbed in the foot by a broken seashell.
"OH, SH-!!"
The hand combatist turned to look over his shoulder and saw Seifer plop down on the ground, staring at his foot with a cranky look on his face.
"What? It's not bleeding." Zell said, walking over.
"I am NEVER going out into nature again," Seifer stated bitterly, tossing the seashell into the ocean. "How do you know where to go, anyway?"
"Oh?" Zell asked, with a confused look on his face. "I don't, I'm just enjoyin' the sea."
Had Seifer not been so angry, he would have sweatdropped, but instead he began to shout. "Then WHY are you standing there!? I wanna get this over and done with!!"
"Fine," Zell said, and brought his two fingers to his lips, letting out a short, shrill whistle.
Seconds later, a red fin poked up out of the sand. Then popped out a red, floating fish.
Zell hugged it tightly, and it didn't seem to mind. "Seifer, meet Frank!"
Seifer facefaulted, but sprung back up immediately. "FRANK!? You named a Fastilacion-F, Frank?"
"Why not? I've known Frank since I first came to Balamb. Wanna hear the story?" Zell said, bubbling over with anticipation.
Seifer sighed, and shrugged. Why the hell not? It would keep him from stepping on anymore seashells.
"Well, I first met Frank when I was six, walking down this exact beach..."
Oh God, Seifer thought, ranting, like an old man. Maybe it was a bad idea to have stopped to listen to the story of the "unique friendship" between Zell and this Frank. It was too late now, though, Zell had begun his story.
"...when I stumbled upon a young red fish, quite literally. He was injured, and it seemed his school had left him for dead. I used a Cure magic on him that I got from a Draw Point in Balamb. Since that day, he has been called Frank, and he is my best friend. Much more reliable than any human friend I could've had..." Zell said that last part with a far away look in his eyes.
From what Seifer could recall, Zell had had no human friends. So, for once, feeling compassionate, Seifer did not mock the friendship between man and monster. Besides, Frank here would have probably tackled him into the ground.
"So, Frank, meet Seifer. He'll be coming with me for the next two months everyday to visit you and your school. How are they, anyway? Mating season getting to them?"
Frank pulled lightly out of Zell's grip and dove back into the ground.
Hm. Maybe Frank wasn't such a good friend after all.
No, wait, the ground burst open again when Frank once again emerged, this time with another Fastilacion-F.
"Hey there, Fiona! How're you doing?" Zell said cheerfully.
Fiona and Frank, the Fastilacion-F's. Seifer could just die.
Zell did not pull her into a tight embrace, because her sides seemed to be bulging. Ah, so she was pregnant, then.
"Yeah..." Zell said as if he could read Seifer's mind. "Fiona's having her third litter of Fastilacion-F's. Her first didn't make it to the surface, all seven hundred of them died underground."
Seifer remembered the process in which Fastilacion-F's had to go through when they were born. Once the mother laid her eggs deep into the ground, those eggs hatched a week later, and the baby Fastilacion-F's had to dig their way to the surface of the beach. Many of the babies didn't make it to the top. Only five or six could actually live.
"What about the second litter?" Seifer asked.
"Well..." Zell said hesitantly, until Fiona, Seifer had to explain it as, nodded to him. Zell continued. "Three of her second litter made it to the top, but were then brutally slaughtered by a SeeD student."
Seifer decided now wasn't a good time to admit to the vile deed.
"Now, we are hoping to death that the third litter is successful. Third times charm, some say."
"So, Frank, Fiona. Hi," Seifer said awkwardly. He couldn't believe he was talking to Fastilacion-F's. He felt like such a moron right now...
The two Fastilacion-F's exchanged fishy glances, and floated over to Seifer, perched on the sand, mourning the loss of the bottom of his trench coat.
After examining him for a while, they floated back over to Zell. Then the bell sounded, far off in the distance.
Zell said his goodbyes, Seifer said nothing, and the two left, while the Fastilacion-F duet dived back underground.
Seifer felt like such a moron for the rest of the day, as Fujin sowed the tear in his trench coat and Raijin rolled around on the ground with laughter.
That night, Seifer opened Zell's door, locked it, and went to his dorm.
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Hieica: Yeah, sorry. Kind of crap-like, ne? I'm sorry, but I thought the idea of Frank and Fiona was cute!! I don't care if you think it's lame!
*huffs stubbornly, and Ciu Sune KNOWS how stubborn Hieica can get*
Swissy: Review, or death will be bestowed upon you by my dead, moldy blue cousin. HA! I WIN!! LO~OSER!!
O.o
Yeah, sorry about that.
Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Three
The sounds of twigs snapping as each partnered up team walked out of the Garden's gates into the monster habitations. Seifer sighed as he walked behind Zell, who was strutting pretty fast-paced, excited as they made their to the other side of the island, to the beach.
Zell pushed aside small tree branches from his eyes, and stepped through the cluttered plant mess into the sunlight on the beach. Seifer was halted abruptly as his trench coat got snagged. In a thorn bush.
"Oh great, just my luck..." Seifer said sourly. "How long do we have to do this project?"
"Two months!" Zell said cheerily.
Seifer groaned. Two months, he thought as he tugged his trench coat, with a chicken wuss, he tugged again, that smells, another wrench, like hot dogs and hair--
TEAR.
Seifer went tumbling backwards, kicking up a storm of sand. He groaned again. He could NOT do this.
As he had landed on his back, he propped himself on his elbows to glare at the God-forsaken thorn bush. A gloved hand was offered to him. He stared at it for a second and helped himself up, getting sand in his steel-toed boots. He heard light laughter and glared at Zell, his untame, ungelled hair blowing softly in the wind, the black tattoo on the side of his face stretched slightly with his wide smile.
"Havin' a little trouble there, Almasy?"
"Shut up, Chicken Wuss."
Zell merely shrugged, and began once again to walk down the beach, kicking off his shoes and socks to feel the warm sand in between his toes. Seifer kicked off his shoes to shake the sand out and found the sand to be a bit relaxing. Until he got stabbed in the foot by a broken seashell.
"OH, SH-!!"
The hand combatist turned to look over his shoulder and saw Seifer plop down on the ground, staring at his foot with a cranky look on his face.
"What? It's not bleeding." Zell said, walking over.
"I am NEVER going out into nature again," Seifer stated bitterly, tossing the seashell into the ocean. "How do you know where to go, anyway?"
"Oh?" Zell asked, with a confused look on his face. "I don't, I'm just enjoyin' the sea."
Had Seifer not been so angry, he would have sweatdropped, but instead he began to shout. "Then WHY are you standing there!? I wanna get this over and done with!!"
"Fine," Zell said, and brought his two fingers to his lips, letting out a short, shrill whistle.
Seconds later, a red fin poked up out of the sand. Then popped out a red, floating fish.
Zell hugged it tightly, and it didn't seem to mind. "Seifer, meet Frank!"
Seifer facefaulted, but sprung back up immediately. "FRANK!? You named a Fastilacion-F, Frank?"
"Why not? I've known Frank since I first came to Balamb. Wanna hear the story?" Zell said, bubbling over with anticipation.
Seifer sighed, and shrugged. Why the hell not? It would keep him from stepping on anymore seashells.
"Well, I first met Frank when I was six, walking down this exact beach..."
Oh God, Seifer thought, ranting, like an old man. Maybe it was a bad idea to have stopped to listen to the story of the "unique friendship" between Zell and this Frank. It was too late now, though, Zell had begun his story.
"...when I stumbled upon a young red fish, quite literally. He was injured, and it seemed his school had left him for dead. I used a Cure magic on him that I got from a Draw Point in Balamb. Since that day, he has been called Frank, and he is my best friend. Much more reliable than any human friend I could've had..." Zell said that last part with a far away look in his eyes.
From what Seifer could recall, Zell had had no human friends. So, for once, feeling compassionate, Seifer did not mock the friendship between man and monster. Besides, Frank here would have probably tackled him into the ground.
"So, Frank, meet Seifer. He'll be coming with me for the next two months everyday to visit you and your school. How are they, anyway? Mating season getting to them?"
Frank pulled lightly out of Zell's grip and dove back into the ground.
Hm. Maybe Frank wasn't such a good friend after all.
No, wait, the ground burst open again when Frank once again emerged, this time with another Fastilacion-F.
"Hey there, Fiona! How're you doing?" Zell said cheerfully.
Fiona and Frank, the Fastilacion-F's. Seifer could just die.
Zell did not pull her into a tight embrace, because her sides seemed to be bulging. Ah, so she was pregnant, then.
"Yeah..." Zell said as if he could read Seifer's mind. "Fiona's having her third litter of Fastilacion-F's. Her first didn't make it to the surface, all seven hundred of them died underground."
Seifer remembered the process in which Fastilacion-F's had to go through when they were born. Once the mother laid her eggs deep into the ground, those eggs hatched a week later, and the baby Fastilacion-F's had to dig their way to the surface of the beach. Many of the babies didn't make it to the top. Only five or six could actually live.
"What about the second litter?" Seifer asked.
"Well..." Zell said hesitantly, until Fiona, Seifer had to explain it as, nodded to him. Zell continued. "Three of her second litter made it to the top, but were then brutally slaughtered by a SeeD student."
Seifer decided now wasn't a good time to admit to the vile deed.
"Now, we are hoping to death that the third litter is successful. Third times charm, some say."
"So, Frank, Fiona. Hi," Seifer said awkwardly. He couldn't believe he was talking to Fastilacion-F's. He felt like such a moron right now...
The two Fastilacion-F's exchanged fishy glances, and floated over to Seifer, perched on the sand, mourning the loss of the bottom of his trench coat.
After examining him for a while, they floated back over to Zell. Then the bell sounded, far off in the distance.
Zell said his goodbyes, Seifer said nothing, and the two left, while the Fastilacion-F duet dived back underground.
Seifer felt like such a moron for the rest of the day, as Fujin sowed the tear in his trench coat and Raijin rolled around on the ground with laughter.
That night, Seifer opened Zell's door, locked it, and went to his dorm.
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Hieica: Yeah, sorry. Kind of crap-like, ne? I'm sorry, but I thought the idea of Frank and Fiona was cute!! I don't care if you think it's lame!
*huffs stubbornly, and Ciu Sune KNOWS how stubborn Hieica can get*
Swissy: Review, or death will be bestowed upon you by my dead, moldy blue cousin. HA! I WIN!! LO~OSER!!