Authoress's Notes: Okaaaaaay. See? SEE? Fifth chapter here. As usual, this is the only ficcie that I don't have Writer's Block for. -.-;; This is a pretty bad case of Writer's Block. It's lasted, what? Almost seven months now? I atually had started a fifth chapter for one fic, and a third for another, but THEN, like it alway does, my lovely computer decided it needed to be completely restarted, and I lost all ideas (and hope) for the other fics. I'm very sad. It will probably be awhile before I recollect.
Anyway, what's with this crappy format at Fanfiction.net? It's all stupid and won't let me skip more than one space. It's really pissing me off. I want to make it all cool, so that my Authoress's Notes can be seperate from the story, but, like everything else, ffNET doesn't like me. It won't even let me do my smiley faces, or let me use asteriks or underscores! I'm getting really mad.
Also, the chapter names are SUPPOSED to be named what they are. Yes, I have noticed that they all say "incident" in them. THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO. Sorry if I'm all crabby-like. I need Mountain Dew.
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Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Five
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Quistis sat down in front of Dr. Kadowaki's desk. "What is it? I thought one of my students was on the verge of death."
"No, no. Nothing like that. But please look inside those two cubicles." Dr. Kadowaki waved her arm at the two behind Quistis.
The young instructor turned her gaze behind her, where she saw in the first, an unconscious Zell, bandaged and in a deep sleep brought on by many healing and numbing medicine. In the other was a sleeping Seifer, turned on his side with his arm behind his head, a bandaged shoulder protruding out from under a light sheet.
"I see two rivals who should be working on a project I assigned them," Quistis offered. "What, did Almasy start beating Dincht and Dincht got in a good hit?"
Dr. Kadowaki smiled, shaking her head. Quistis seemed surprised by this. "Then...what happened?"
"I'm not sure of all details, but I believe the two were working on your project...maybe down by the beach?"
"Yes, that is where all of the Fastilacion-F species live," The blonde confirmed.
"Yes, so down by the beach...it seems they were interrupted by a T-Rexaur, which bit Almasy in the shoulder."
Quistis whinced. "And Dincht...?"
"Well, he got the worst of it. You see, the T-Rexaur knocked him into the ocean, and apparently used a Thundaga while he was in the water."
Quistis decided not to think about how that felt. "Yes, but what does that...?"
"Almasy, our cold-hearted bastard here, put Dincht on his back, and ran all the way here."
The instructor blinked. She couldn't believe it.
"PLUS, he brought Dincht here and practically demanded (not out loud of course) that he be treated first."
"...you're joking." Quistis's eyes were wide. She couldn't believe it. Was it even humanly possible? Seifer couldn't have done that. No WAY.
Dr. Kadowaki smiled gleefully. "Oh no. It seems, after countless times of being the one who sent Dincht in here, he's beginning to grow a heart."
Quistis wondered if this was a dream. She didn't know who to worry more about, Zell, or Seifer?
The doctor winked as an injured student stumbled into the infirmary. "You should pair them up more often."
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Seifer sat in the cafeteria. There weren't many other students inside, due to classes that his injury excused him from. He stared at his not exactly empty tray with a glare on his face. He was too grumpy to be hungry at the moment. He needed to go and kill something. Yeah, that's what he needed to do...
The scraping of a chair against the floor directed his gaze upwards. He blinked.
There was a tray. Yes, a normal cafeteria tray. On it was about twenty hot dogs, piled in a pyramid. He couldn't see the face behind it, but he knew who it was.
"What the hell do you want, chickenwuss?" He growled.
Zell sat down and pushed the tray to the side, so that he could see Seifer. He had a small glare on his face.
"All righ' Almasy, you'd better get in some kinda life-threatenin' ordeal, because I refuse to be in some sort of crappy debt to you! I dun' need this on my shoulders right now, so go almost drown or somethin', because I feel like a moron!"
Seifer snorted. "Gee, chickenwuss, could the reason for that possibly be the fact that you ARE a moron?"
"Shut up!" Zell said, throwing a hot dog at Seifer. "Maybe I should beat you up, then save you...nah, that'd seem too tacky, though it would be fun..."
He oh so gracefully took another hot dog off of the tower and shoved the whole thing into his mouth.
Seifer almost gagged. "I'm leaving."
"Good. I don't want to look at you anymore anyway."
"You're the one who sat down across from me!" Seifer snarled, standing up from his seat in an explosion.
Nobody seemed to notice it was Seifer exploding and Zell sitting back smugly watching him. It was kind of amusing. Of course, the tables quickly turned once again.
Seifer got his cool back and smirked. "Of course, I could beleaving simply because I don't want to be SEEN with you. I have a nice reputation after all, and quite frankly, nobody wants to be near you anyway."
"I dunno, you seem to enjoy being around me. C'mon, you always tease me, me, and nobody else!"
"Oh, but that's because it's so EASY, y'know? You being a chickenwuss and all. Besides, it's fun to make your life miserable. At least, more miserable than it already is." Some guilt twinged inside of him. That thing Dr. Kadowaki had muttered about...it very well indicated that Zell's life has always...well...sucked.
Zell gave Seifer a rude hand gesture, causing some people to stare, aside from those who were already staring at the argument that was going on.
"HEY YOU TWO!! KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF!" One of the cafeteria ladies yelled, waving a ladle around menacingly.
Seifer smirked triumphantly at Zell and trudged off, exiting the cafeteria, without a single glance behind him.
He reached his room and slammed the door shut behind him. If the students in the rooms next to him were there, they wouldn't have cared. They were used to the routine of stomping-in-and-slamming-the-door-like-I'm-all-that.
Seifer saw his torn trenchcoat hanging from his shower curtain and noted that it was mostly dry. He took it down and grabbed a needle and some grey thread. He would attempt to sew it because Fuujin was not there.
Several minutes and failed attempts later, he decided to leave it to the pro. He was now left with absolutely nothing to do and was extremely bored. He lay on his bed, pondering what he could do now.
He still wanted to kill something.
Before he had the chance, though, he had already fallen asleep. Soon it was night, and Zell's door went unlocked.
Seifer dreamt he was killing something.
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Hieica: Admit it. It sucked. It sucked real bad. You're probably wondering right now either
a.) Where's the romance?
b.) What the hell is going on?
c.) What was the point of that?
d.) Why are they always unconscious or asleep?
and/or e.) Why's it always a T-Rexaur?
I have no answer, except because I suck.
Swissy: Review!! Review now! I'll bleed you to death and mop up the blood with your torn dirty trenchcoat! I'LL DO IT!! I SWEAR!
Anyway, what's with this crappy format at Fanfiction.net? It's all stupid and won't let me skip more than one space. It's really pissing me off. I want to make it all cool, so that my Authoress's Notes can be seperate from the story, but, like everything else, ffNET doesn't like me. It won't even let me do my smiley faces, or let me use asteriks or underscores! I'm getting really mad.
Also, the chapter names are SUPPOSED to be named what they are. Yes, I have noticed that they all say "incident" in them. THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO. Sorry if I'm all crabby-like. I need Mountain Dew.
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Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Five
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Quistis sat down in front of Dr. Kadowaki's desk. "What is it? I thought one of my students was on the verge of death."
"No, no. Nothing like that. But please look inside those two cubicles." Dr. Kadowaki waved her arm at the two behind Quistis.
The young instructor turned her gaze behind her, where she saw in the first, an unconscious Zell, bandaged and in a deep sleep brought on by many healing and numbing medicine. In the other was a sleeping Seifer, turned on his side with his arm behind his head, a bandaged shoulder protruding out from under a light sheet.
"I see two rivals who should be working on a project I assigned them," Quistis offered. "What, did Almasy start beating Dincht and Dincht got in a good hit?"
Dr. Kadowaki smiled, shaking her head. Quistis seemed surprised by this. "Then...what happened?"
"I'm not sure of all details, but I believe the two were working on your project...maybe down by the beach?"
"Yes, that is where all of the Fastilacion-F species live," The blonde confirmed.
"Yes, so down by the beach...it seems they were interrupted by a T-Rexaur, which bit Almasy in the shoulder."
Quistis whinced. "And Dincht...?"
"Well, he got the worst of it. You see, the T-Rexaur knocked him into the ocean, and apparently used a Thundaga while he was in the water."
Quistis decided not to think about how that felt. "Yes, but what does that...?"
"Almasy, our cold-hearted bastard here, put Dincht on his back, and ran all the way here."
The instructor blinked. She couldn't believe it.
"PLUS, he brought Dincht here and practically demanded (not out loud of course) that he be treated first."
"...you're joking." Quistis's eyes were wide. She couldn't believe it. Was it even humanly possible? Seifer couldn't have done that. No WAY.
Dr. Kadowaki smiled gleefully. "Oh no. It seems, after countless times of being the one who sent Dincht in here, he's beginning to grow a heart."
Quistis wondered if this was a dream. She didn't know who to worry more about, Zell, or Seifer?
The doctor winked as an injured student stumbled into the infirmary. "You should pair them up more often."
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Seifer sat in the cafeteria. There weren't many other students inside, due to classes that his injury excused him from. He stared at his not exactly empty tray with a glare on his face. He was too grumpy to be hungry at the moment. He needed to go and kill something. Yeah, that's what he needed to do...
The scraping of a chair against the floor directed his gaze upwards. He blinked.
There was a tray. Yes, a normal cafeteria tray. On it was about twenty hot dogs, piled in a pyramid. He couldn't see the face behind it, but he knew who it was.
"What the hell do you want, chickenwuss?" He growled.
Zell sat down and pushed the tray to the side, so that he could see Seifer. He had a small glare on his face.
"All righ' Almasy, you'd better get in some kinda life-threatenin' ordeal, because I refuse to be in some sort of crappy debt to you! I dun' need this on my shoulders right now, so go almost drown or somethin', because I feel like a moron!"
Seifer snorted. "Gee, chickenwuss, could the reason for that possibly be the fact that you ARE a moron?"
"Shut up!" Zell said, throwing a hot dog at Seifer. "Maybe I should beat you up, then save you...nah, that'd seem too tacky, though it would be fun..."
He oh so gracefully took another hot dog off of the tower and shoved the whole thing into his mouth.
Seifer almost gagged. "I'm leaving."
"Good. I don't want to look at you anymore anyway."
"You're the one who sat down across from me!" Seifer snarled, standing up from his seat in an explosion.
Nobody seemed to notice it was Seifer exploding and Zell sitting back smugly watching him. It was kind of amusing. Of course, the tables quickly turned once again.
Seifer got his cool back and smirked. "Of course, I could beleaving simply because I don't want to be SEEN with you. I have a nice reputation after all, and quite frankly, nobody wants to be near you anyway."
"I dunno, you seem to enjoy being around me. C'mon, you always tease me, me, and nobody else!"
"Oh, but that's because it's so EASY, y'know? You being a chickenwuss and all. Besides, it's fun to make your life miserable. At least, more miserable than it already is." Some guilt twinged inside of him. That thing Dr. Kadowaki had muttered about...it very well indicated that Zell's life has always...well...sucked.
Zell gave Seifer a rude hand gesture, causing some people to stare, aside from those who were already staring at the argument that was going on.
"HEY YOU TWO!! KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF!" One of the cafeteria ladies yelled, waving a ladle around menacingly.
Seifer smirked triumphantly at Zell and trudged off, exiting the cafeteria, without a single glance behind him.
He reached his room and slammed the door shut behind him. If the students in the rooms next to him were there, they wouldn't have cared. They were used to the routine of stomping-in-and-slamming-the-door-like-I'm-all-that.
Seifer saw his torn trenchcoat hanging from his shower curtain and noted that it was mostly dry. He took it down and grabbed a needle and some grey thread. He would attempt to sew it because Fuujin was not there.
Several minutes and failed attempts later, he decided to leave it to the pro. He was now left with absolutely nothing to do and was extremely bored. He lay on his bed, pondering what he could do now.
He still wanted to kill something.
Before he had the chance, though, he had already fallen asleep. Soon it was night, and Zell's door went unlocked.
Seifer dreamt he was killing something.
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Hieica: Admit it. It sucked. It sucked real bad. You're probably wondering right now either
a.) Where's the romance?
b.) What the hell is going on?
c.) What was the point of that?
d.) Why are they always unconscious or asleep?
and/or e.) Why's it always a T-Rexaur?
I have no answer, except because I suck.
Swissy: Review!! Review now! I'll bleed you to death and mop up the blood with your torn dirty trenchcoat! I'LL DO IT!! I SWEAR!