Hopefully this chapter will have the shounen ai.
Please, chapter seven, please be shounen ai! I'll try really hard. I promise. Which means that some parts of this will probably end up on the cliche side.
Woo-hoo, cleaning supply fight!
Swissy: Are you high?
Hieica: ... -smack-
Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Seven
Zell paused mopping the floor to flick the hair out of his eyes and peer up at the clock. He had long since abandoned his jacket, which was hanging on the arm of a sparkling clean chair. His socks were rolled up in his shoes sitting in the chair that his jacket hung on. He scanned the room and saw that he was halfway done. The teen looked to the front of the room, to see Seifer relaxing in a chair, not one bead of sweat on his brow.
"Y'know..." Zell started speaking slowly and quietly.
Seifer opened one eye lazily to look at the other blonde on the other side of the room.
"This room would probably get clean a lot faster...if you would get off your lazy ass and HELP!" Zell shouted, clearly annoyed. "We've been here for an hour, and you haven't moved from that seat!"
Seifer rolled his eyes and then closed them. "Never send a man to do a chicken-wuss's job."
Zell picked up a rag he used to srub the black board and threw it across the room. It smacked Seifer in the face.
"What the...?" The trenchcoat-clad teen said, ripping the cloth off of his face and throwing it onto the ground. "Do that again, chicken-wuss! I dare you!"
Zell smirked. "Okay." With that, he picked up another rag and threw it at Seifer, who dodged out of the way and picked up a wet sponge, tossing it at the smaller teen, who abandoned the mop and grabbed another sponge from his side of the classroom. At the exact same moment, they both threw them, and then Seifer pulled off his trenchcoat and jumped onto the desk, grabbing a bucket of soapy water.
The smaller blonde halted in his tracks and glared up at Seifer. "You wouldn't dare..."
Seifer smirked malevolently. "Oh, wouldn't I...?"
"Don't you--SEIFER!"
"Oops!" The gunblade specialist said, in mock innocence and turned the bucket upside down over Zell's head. Zell, in fury, grabbed his own bucket of soapy water and threw it on Seifer, who dropped the empty metal bucket and, slipping on the water ever-so-gracefully, fell off of the desk.
Right onto Zell.
"OWW!" The loud teen shouted as he connected with the floor.
Seifer threw his arms out so that he didn't end up headbutting Zell and giving them both concussions. It wasn't enough to stop their lips from connecting, though. Both of their eyes widened and they immediately pulled away from eachother.
"AWWW, that was NASTY!" Zell said, covering his mouth with his hand.
Seifer began to spit on the ground.
"You're SPITTING?"
"Of course, that was the most disgusting taste I've ever tasted!" Seifer said, wiping the corner of his mouth.
"Just this once, I'm agreeing with you," Zell said, in shock and disgust.
"What? That you suck at kissing and your mouth tastes bad?" Seifer teased, turning to him.
"NO! That I just tasted the grossest thing EVER!" Zell shouted, twisting until he faced Seifer again.
And silence fell across the land. Zell looked at him and his face flushed. Seifer just stared. After a brief pause, Seifer broke the silence. "Wanna do it again?"
"Sure--HELL NO! You're sick, YOU'RE SICK!" Zell said.
Seifer stepped over to him, placing his hand under Zell's chin, bringing his face dangerously close to the smaller teens once again. "Are you sure...? I can't have tasted all that bad..."
Zell's face was about the color of a tomato now. For once, he was scared speechless. He shut his eyes tightly, he didn't want to see what was coming. But he didn't move, even as Seifer brought his face closer, and closer...
"Having fun, you two?"
They turned to see who and where the voice came from and saw Quistis standing in the doorway, leaning against the side of the doorframe. Seifer didn't move from his position, and Zell was just scared shitless. The room was silent, other than the steady dripping from both of the blonde teens' clothes and hair. Seifer looked at Quistis indifferently. "Of course we are, Instructor. We love spending detention together, can't you tell?"
Zell pulled away. "Are you insane?"
Seifer mock smiled at him. "Yes."
The smaller teen glared at him. "Eww..."
Seifer turned to Quistis. "So, Instructor, coming to check up on us, are you?"
Quistis shrugged. "Actually, I was coming to tell you that you could leave, but since you love spending detention together, I could lock the door and leave you two alone for a few more hours..."
Zell's eyes widened and he threw himself at her feet. "Noooooo, don't leave me here with this creep! Let me go!"
Quistis put her hand to her chin in pretend thought. "I don't know..."
"PLEEEASE!" Zell begged.
Meanwhile, Seifer was still standing across the room with a smirk on his face, holding in the laughter.
"Fine, go," Quistis said.
Zell cheered, grabbed his coat, and was out of there before Seifer even moved.
"A little energetic, don't you think?" Quistis asked after a minute.
"A little? You think?" Seifer said, walking slowly and picking his trenchcoat up off of the chair it landed on when he threw it off. He was just walking by her when she spoke.
"Be nice to him."
He paused and looked at her, smirking. "Now, Instructor, am I ever mean?"
Quistis smiled right back. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"
"Please, by all means, go ahead," he said, throwing his trenchcoat over his shoulder.
The young instructor sighed and looked at him. "All I'm saying is be nice. Is that so hard for you to do?"
"Come now, do you really want me to answer that question?" He said, making fun of her.
"All right, answer it then."
Seifer looked her in the eye. "It is very hard for me to do, Instructor. Why should I be nice to my playthings?"
Quistis narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that."
"What? Are you mad because it wasn't the answer you were looking for?"
"I'm mad because you should treat him like he's human," she said after a short pause.
Seifer simply scoffed and walked away. It wasn't her place to tell him how to treat people. He treated them however he wanted to. And he thought he was being good this entire time he spent with Zell.
Seifer managed to make it back to his dorm without beating on anybody for staring at him funny. He immediately stripped himself of his wet clothes and pulled on a set of dry ones, lying down on his bed for some rest and relaxation.
As soon as he sat down, however, he heard loud banging on his door. "Seifer! We gotta go?"
He sighed and took as long as possible to get to the door. "Coming, my sweetie pie!" He cooed through the door, which caused the banging to cease as Zell pondered whether or not to run or knock down the door and beat the shit out of him.
Of course, if Quistis wanted Seifer to be nice, than he would just have to do the exact opposite.
Hieica: Yes, this sucked. It was totally not even worth the update. I mean, yuck. Maybe in the next three months, when I next update, something important and well-written will happen, ne?
Swissy: O.o
Hieica: Ah yes, Hieica here wants to end this soon. She already knows how to end it, she just doesn't know how to go about getting to the ending, so she's extremely confused know. Also, she's been lacking in the creative writings department lately, so she's getting a bit discouraged. Also, she thinks it's weird that she is typing in third person, and she should probably stop before somebody kills her.
Okay, I'm done with that bit. Review it if you liked it, hated it, or think I should stop writing while I still can. Please review it if you don't like the idea of shounen ai as well. All reviews/flames are welcome! Yay!
Um...yeah...what else? Hm...
Swissy: Review, flame, whatever. It all counts toward the number of reviews anyway, so please do. -dies-