Disclaimer: Maybe if I do it in Japanese, it'd be funny, but then I don't know Japanese now do I? Kinda like I don't own this game. Damn. No Japanese or rights to Seifer and Zell. The world wants to keep me down.

Warning: Angst! and an annoying fangirly rant ahead. I warned thee!

Hello all! I'm back into my OMG SxZ IS TEH AWESOME-EST-NESS. Heehee, and just, aren't they? I was into my (less crazy) 2D and teh Muds from Gorillaz BELONG together phase, but that's gone now. Phew. And I started playing Ff VIII again! Yay! Seifer is definitely the hottest game bishie, not butts about it (unless it's Seifer's heh).

On a side note, THEIR LOVE IS SO CANNON! Ahem.

Sorry for the weirdness of last chapter. I'm back on track now. Anyway...on to the angst 'n shit. Also, I spent an hour rereading and fixing all the grammar, spelling and other little problems that made it annoying to read the other chapters. When I wrote those chapters, ffn was messing up and I forgot to fix it when they got back on track. Whelp, enjoy!

Chapter Six: Falling through the cracks

Chicken wuss hasn't... well, uh, shit. He's like a walking corpse, it's depressing. We had sex, he went home and cried to Squall, big fucking deal. I've done worse things to him, I know. Like the time I put duct tape over his mouth and nose when he was sleeping. I think I tied his hands together, too. Ahem.

But this, it's just so un-chicken wuss. The fun is gone from picking on him because he just...fucking sits there and stares at me. It's annoying as hell. Now I'm deciding on whether I really fucked up or if he's just trying to get me back. Maybe that's it? That little... You know what? I bet it's a plan between him and his guard dog. You know why? Because they fucking think I'll feel all this tremendous guilt and I'll run to get his forgiveness.

Yeah, motherfuckers. I tell ya...

Sitting here doing shit-fuck nothing isn't really helping my situation. Why do I even have a goddamn conscious, what the fuck do I need it for? It's not like it's useful or it'll help me masturbate. Right...

Bleh. I knew that little shit wasn't even good for fucking properly. Well, better get the fuck up and actually do something besides picking my ass. Maybe I should use a disguise, like a hat or some shit...

Oh what the hell? Am I afraid of some scrawny little piece of ass that can't...

Okay, I've seen him fight so never mind that, no matter how much I wish he was helpless, he's fucking not. And neither is his boyfriend, cough fucking cough. A snap of his precious fingers and dear Squall would be on my ass so fast (no sexual pun thingy intended) and rip me a new on. (Again, nothing intended/just a nonexistent dream. Er!)

Before I can actually get up though, (yes I'm lazy shut up!) someone's knocking on the door, loud mother fu--

"Seifer! What in Hyne did you do to Zell?" Aw dammit. Puberty boy. Again, for a heart to heart I s'pose. "You asshole, get up and answer the damn door!"

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming." (I wish.)

Once I get the damn thing open a fist knocks me into la la land with all the other ponies. Oh look, a chicken. Fuck! I need to call Fujin and Raijin to fuck him up later, goddamn bastard. My face is waaay too pretty and now there's a mighty big bruise forming. Who'd of thought he'd had it in him? Hell, I didn't. At all. Because he's a pussy. Yep.

But that doesn't mean I won't hit him the fuck back. No one gets a cheap shot on me, no one. I try and tackle his anorexic ass, but unfortunately, I forgot who I'm dealing with. He's seen basically all my moves, gun blade in hand or not and he can counter. I slam into the wall, and yeah, it's not a pretty picture. He looms over me, and I fucking swear the shadow of death follows his every goddamn move.

"You pig. Zell--"

"Fuck Zell!"

He squats over me, eyeing and analyzing with his creepy eyes before grabbing my neck and I'm left wondering why the hell am I letting him?

He gets all up in my face, snarl in permanent place. (Haha rhyme) Hope it leaves a scar. I curl my fist and try to smash through his currently intact forehead but he's on me, pinning my arms down and getting too close to my ear.

"You listen up because I'll say this once. If I find out it was you that hurt Zell to the point where he won't eat, you better fucking watch your back."

"You're in no fucking position to make threats, Squally. It's funny how you pretend to care when he's showing he's hurt. Wonder why you're putting on such an act when you don't give him the time of--"

"Shut up!"

I grin, licking my lips and rolling back the sleeves of my trench. This is going to be one of those soap opera things that're all melodramatic and crap.

"What Squall, you afraid of the truth? Is it too much for your poor personality disorder that you have to see Zell that way?"

"Fuck you."

He gets up, venom in his voice and daggers in his eyes as he looks at me. Pure disgust but hey, am I the one who ignores Zell on any given day? Make him so incredibly mad at himself because he can't please the one person that he wants? That he hates himself because the one he... loves won't give him the time of day? And Squall, acting like he doesn't know what the FUCK I'm talking about! Bullshit. Yeah I used chicken wuss, but I've never purposely acted like he didn't exist, ever.

"Not right now precious."

He growls, shaking his head and walking out, not even sparing me a second glance. Psh, douche. I hope he falls on his ass one day and then, I'll write magnificent stories in creative detail. It will be called, "Squall Gets It On With His Ass", because... he's weird. And I can see he already has a horrible fetish with gay looking leather.

Now that Caption Reject is gone, I'll... I'll go see Zell. I know he's just playing around, I know it because Zell's too happy to ever look like that for real.

I slip down the halls, feeling just a hint of nervousness run through me. I've never been nervous, and it's strange. I've always dealt with it by making jokes or being sarcastic but I can't bring myself to do it now. I see a chocobo's ass up head. Wait, never mind it's just Zell's shitty hair.

"Hey, yo Zell..."

He doesn't look behind him and it kind of hurts. Wonder where he's going? The li...library! Holy shit!

I put two fingers in my mouth, hissing on them to make a loud piercing sound. Heh, that makes him turn the fuck around. I had a tiny feeling it would.

"Seifer, what the fuck?" He screeches, balling up his hands and glaring at me. But he stops to let me catch up. Hmmmm.

"Where the hell're you going? The library or something? Didn't know you could read chicken wuss!"

To my surprise and utter horror/shock, he looks down, bites his lip in a cute little pout (everyone go awwww) and stomps off without another word. Whoa. That wasn't even that mean. I catch up with him, swinging an arm around his neck.

"Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you! You're not all bouncing and annoying and shit? Did you take some pills or what?" Oh, I get another of those glares he's so famous for. Well, for giving me actually. It's kind of one of those 'secret' things because he certainly doesn't glare at Puberty Boy that way. Fuckers. It's a conspiracy.

"Just, get off me Seifer. You're fuckin' annoying."

Humph. Little bitch. Whelp, time to give him some of the infamous Almasy charm. Oh yeah. Which is more or less being... nice. Ugh, I think I almost gagged. I kiss his cheek with mock gentleness.

"Zell, c'mon, you know I hate you looking like this! Is it because I fuc--"

He snarls at me, shaking his pretty head and his eyes, I notice, are so dull. "No shithead, it's not that! Just, Squall and..."

Okay, now I'm fucking confused. Squall? And you know what? I'm pissed too. It's always about Squall Oh Jesus Christ, he broke a finger nail, someone call the goddamn national guard! Seifer's dead, someone get me a beer ASAP! That's how it'd be, ya know. I ain't shitting you.

"What about him?"

Zell's all apprehensive now, inching away from me and leaning back against the rail. What the fuck? Oh right, since I'm Seifer I can't fucking have feelings! Yeah, that's it. Dickwad. I glare, peeling back my lips. "Hey, I'm not gonna mock you or some shit, I actually wanna listen so quit being a bitch and tell me wuss."

He looks... surprised and somewhere deep inside, it kind of hurts.

"Well, uh, I..."

"Spit it out!"

Tears are in the corner of his cute blue eyes, threating to fall over such a pretty face. I struggle with myself not to try and wipe them away. Damn puppy dog, being all adorable and shit.

"He... said I was damaged, man! Me, damaged and I... I dunno, maybe he's right but what the hell, 'cause you know he's like, he's all unemotional and shit but I mean... he was sooo angry looking and it--"

Fuck it. I hug him, letting his head rest against my chest as he chokes back sobs. "Zell, calm down. It's fucking Squall, you probably just pissed him off by doing something stupid."

Great job Seifer, fucking A. You just made him cry harder. "I mean, you know. Fuck, I ain't good at consoling people, you know? It's not my thing Chickie. Asshole came and tried to beat me up today for you, shouldn't that make you feel better?"

He sniffed, cuddling up. Why hello there...

To be continued...

Because I'm too lazy to finish the chapter. lol and just so you people know, all you SxS, this fic won't have 'em in it. Why, because I despise that pairing with a passion. Sorry, I never read it and refuse to write it but I respect people who like it. :D Almost 2000 words too, sweet. Ah, and this'll turn into AU because I'll follow the game but I'm introducing a character early.