UPDATED VERSION
Original ver. 3/20/02
Updated ver. 10/25/05

Title: Blood and Love
Fandom: Final Fantasy 8
Author: Sylvercross, (Aka Black Pheonix, Kovanicka and Darwynn Devi)
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 8 is owned by Square Soft and all the others that put so much work into it the creation of the game. I make no claim to owning the game or its characters (Though how I would love to have the hotties as my own) I am making no money from the writing, posting, distribution, etc of this fanwork. It is for enjoyment only.
Warnings: This fic will at some point contain yaoi-isms, character death, possible lemon(s) and occness. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YAOI IS OR WHAT LEMON REFERS TO BACK AWAY NOW THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU

AN//.../ thoughts

Chapter: 1 At Balamb Garden

The wafting scent of fresh grilled hotdogs trailed through the hall and into the gardens central ring, and one blond would swear that in they could be smelled early in the morning as far away as the student dormatory. Through breakfast, lunch and dinner, those juicy peices of overprocessed meat, slapped on a high carb bun, floated through this mind, begging him to... rescue them.

A streak of blond hair, spiked not slicked, and an interesting tribal tattoo that Seifer swore was a fake was all he saw as Zell Dincht flew past him in hopes of a trayload of those delectable dogs for the breaking of fast. Albeit it was a short blur, real short, afterall Zell at his best was maybe 5'5". His compact body was a mass of lean muscle, the body of a dedicated martial artist and the percentage of fat of a male model.(1) His manner of dress was laughable, an odd mix of skater punk/comfortable disaray, and behind a sneer, Seifer did just that. Little to the taller blonds knowledge, Zell's facade of reckless comfort was just a daytime scene, and at night, within the walls of pounding bass and slithering flesh, Zell was the epiphany of tall dark and oh so dangeriously cyber goth.

On the other side of the pretty boy spectrum, in dress and personality sat Seifer Almasy, Dincht's opposite. Seifer, as much of an sociopathic megalomaniac as Zell was a fun loving, loveable, all around great split personality. Okay, maybe not, but Zell is to hotdogs and Seifer is to liver, they just don't mix. Which of course, made Zell, Seifers perfect target An easy 6'2", Seifer's lilth, toned body adorned by loose black jeans, a tight vest and his ever-present grey tench was on the Garden's student bodies watch and avoid list. You know how it goes, admire from a distance, don't make eye contact and when spotted, RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! Ehem...

Even as Zell was a picture of immaturity and childish adorability, Seifer was a chisled display of masculinity, despite their similarities. Blond hair, beautiful, like out of a box but without all the ammonia and choking, cropped short; Zell, spiked; Seifer, slicked straight back.

A soft smirk crossed Seifers face as he dismissed the rest of the Disciplinary Commity. Fujin, a rather masculine female of 5'2" who had more balls then most of Balamb Garden's SeeD's. And Raijin, a husky male who had no trouble intimidating people but could be a little slow to the uptake, just ask the bruise on his shin.(2)

From the picturesque quad, around the circular main hall, Seifer loped after Zell with a wicked little smile to himself. /Time for a little fun/
"Hey! Chickenwuss!" The cafateria fell silent as Seifer entered, a clear path opening between Seifer and the now very tense Zell. A moment later, a reply was issued, the voice soft, though clipped and seething with anger.

"What did you call me?" This evoked a self satisfied smirk from the blond 'Jackass' known as 'Almasy' to the teaching staff and 'Not Him!' to the student populus. "You heard me. Whats the matter? Didn't you miss your old buddy Seifer?" Zellw as starting to see red. Everytime Seifer showed up, he taunted and ridiculed and usually completely humiliated him. Why wouldn't Seifer leave him alone! (3)

"Just leave me alone Seifer. All I want is to eat lunch in peace and get some training in..." This captured Seifers full attention. "In before what?" Quirking a brow, Seifer shifting his position, crossing his arms across his chest. This action pulling his trenchcoat around to show his chisled chest and Hyperion attatched to his hip. Hyperion being his gunblade.(4) A high power revolver attatched to a wicked blade. A rare and difficult weapon to use, though deadly when handled accuratly. Seifer could do more then handle it thus...

"You going somewhere tonight Chickenwuss?" Zell was fuming, he didn't have to explain anything to this jerk, and yet, he found the words slipping from his mouth as he thought.

"If you must know, I'm going to a Club in Delling City. " /Crap/ Seifer could see the turmoil on Zells face and laughed heartily. The only club in Delling was that Goth/Bondage joint.../Whoa, Back up. Goth and Bondage/ Seifer suddenly shut up and stared at Zell.

"You're going... alone?" Now it was Zells turn to smirk, apparently Seifer didn't know Zell wasn't as sweet and completely pick-on able as he had thought. From the look on Seifers face and the wandering of his peircing blue eyes, Zell was sure Seifer was trying to picture the short obnoxious blonde dressed in leather and make-up, dancing seductively through a crowd.

A sweet laugh drew Seifers attention back from his reverie. A look of shock mixed with desire and confusion passing over his face before his mask set back in place.

"What was that?" A stern glare drifting Zell's way.

"Yes, I'm going alone. You know Squall hangs there. I want to meet this rockstar." Seifer knew all too well of Squall Leonhart, having developed a crush on the man after his first c.d. debut, not that he'd ever admit it. A flush crossed Seifers cheeks as he dropped his gaze to hide it.

"I'm going with you Chickenwuss. If only to ensure that you don't get into trouble. "Silence reigned through the cafateria before Seifer quickly added, "I am the head of the Disciplinary Commity after all." As if that summed up his actions completely.

To Be Continued

Sylvercross: K so here goes the rewriting of chapter one. Parts of it still need a little updating but I'll finish that when I finish with the new chapter

Kovanicka: This is the end of chapter 1. I would have waited longer to add this but smiles Daze didn't think I should be a tease. R&R everyone, I want to know what you all think of this fic. And any others I've written that you might have read. Oh, and so you all know, this is my first FF8 fic, so if it sucks completely, don't flame me too bad okay? Thanx All!
p.s. I wrote this at school and it is 3am right now, so don't mind the typo's okay?

(1) Got a friend down the island that models for guess and is a Wa Ki Ryu (Family Style of Karate). Poor guy normally eats like a horse and for his model shoots has to go on some specialized diet to get down to like 1 body fat (thats just scary people!) Anyone in the Victoria, BC area can check out his dojo at http/www.truevision.ca/
(2) We all know Fujin just loves to kick him in the shin when he leaves his brain behind.
(3) Because I don't want him too . I'm so evil
(4) For those of you who don't know that already.