Disclaimer: 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.

Whoa, you guys know what? I, er, Seifer cusses a lot in this story. And Me, myself, I curse a lot but not that much. If it bothers anyone, I'll try to uh, settle it down. When I'm writing Seifer, he just seems like that kinda guy, and of course the game can't have fuck in it so... if it did, I totally would turn everything into innuendos, everything. Bwhaha.

Ah and I've completely lost my touch at writing Seifer! I tried getting it back, but jesterqueen (dude don't be sorry, I fully respect your opinion and I know it myself, Seifer was just...ick. -hugs-) is right. He sounded like.. just, weird last chapter although I was happy with the way it came out, over all. So, lets try third, shall we?

Bwhahaha. And I introduce my favorite character, and please tell me you can guess who it is. snicker

Chapter Eight: Melancholy doesn't make the world go round

"Seifer, lemme alone, please? I don't feel like that right now," Zell whined despite throwing his head back, giving the mouth that suddenly attached itself to his neck further access. His hands wove into silken blond-white locks, gripping with a loose hold and his hips were nearly connected to Seifer Almasy's.

"Just, pretend I'm your knight in shining armor or something, no big deal. It'll make you feel better, anyway."

Zell wanted to giggle but at the same time pushing away, wiping his mouth vigorously. "No, no no way dude, we're in public and... I just can't, okay Seif?" He pleaded.

The other boy scoffed, taking his hand and leading them to the parking lot, snarl implanted on his face. Zell complained and growled, glaring and trying to take back his hand but the strong grip and iron will wouldn't relent. He could see the darkness begin to shroud them as they got through the halls. He saw the double doors glinting at him and squinted at the annoyingly bright bold red letters.

"The parking lot? Seifer, what the hell!"

All he got was a shut up for a response before being shoved against a car, blinking to find no body against his. Seifer was looking expectantly at him, arms crossed and head raised entirely too high for Zell's liking.

"What," he barked, glaring as hard as he could. Seifer merely touched his cheek, drawing them closer together. "S-Seifer," Zell pipped, feeling way too small.

"Tell me what he did, after you left. If it made you this... heartbroken then it must have been big."

Stuttering and stealing glances around, Zell shook his head. "Nu uh, you jus' wanna rub it in, don'cha? You... you jerk you!" His fist came out, lightning fast but a gloved hand caught it, coy smile wrapping the other's sculpted lips deviously. Deliciously, Zell noted, blushing immediately.

"Oh save it wuss, I'm not gonna black mail you later or anything. Just tell me before I do get fed up and decide to do something just a little more fun eh?"

Zell paled, but Seifer couldn't tell and he was glad for it. I'm not intimidated by this asshole, I'm not! The way his heart was pounding, so viciously betraying him.

"Fine, all right! Jesus," he mumbled, subconsciously rubbing his hands together. "Squall, he um, came over after I limped back to my room, no thanks to you." Oh god he hated Seifer's lecherous grin. "And we talked and yeah, I told him and he pushed me and just, yeah. The shit hit the fan."

NoFuckIDon'WannaStartBouncingPleaseNoJustThisOnce!

Zell's thoughts were crazy, going back to one and then focusing on an entirely different subject all at once, his feet moving up and down. Seifer observed this with calm, calculating eyes and for once, there was no heavy sneer on his face. Zell twitched.

"So, he just yelled at you? That all, from the way you were acting I thought he smacked you around a little or something. Baby. True like a chicken eh?" He grinned, shaking his head and scrunching up his nose disdainfully.

He'sFuckingMakingFunOfMeNoIHateThatLookStopItStopItSomethingMakeHimStop...OhHyne!

Tears were pricking at Zell's eyes but he was determined to stop them. He would not cry for Seifer Almasy, not again. But, all these strange emotions coursing through him, he just needed to let it out. He wanted Seifer to go away, at the same time wanting to sprint and crawl into himself desperately. He wouldn't be a chicken.

He stopped bouncing.

"W-... what? What the fuck did you call me?"

Yeah, he heard perfectly. But it still stung and the fact that it did pissed him off and confused him at the same time. He'd been called it a billion times before but after fucking the guy, it did something to your brain. It made me think he cared. Tch, yeah him? The great Badass Seifer Almasy?

"Hmph, you heard me. Listen, Zell, I'm so completely done with all this Squall-hurt-me shit. He's cold, he's mysterious, and he's a douche bag without human emotions but yet, you're too stupid to realize that huh? So who's fault does that lie on, really? It's sure as hell not mine."

Whoa.

Zell certainly didn't expect such a dignified answer from Seifer. Something petty, childish, like "you know what I called you chicken shit, now suck it up." But definitely not that. And he used his name, it was strangely endearing.

"Seifer..."

"No, fuck you. Open your eyes and smell the fucking roses. He's not some knight in shining armor smiling with love in his eyes. He rarely smiles, no he never smiles. The only armor he has is around his heart and theres no love in his eyes. Fuck all your day dreams and wake up to the real world. He doesn't love you and I doubt he even possesses the capacity."

The words didn't seem to register in Zell's mind for several minutes as he stared blankly at the other boy, eyes impossibly wide and the color drained from his face.

Then, all at once he reach out and shoved Seifer. Hard. His scream broke from him, and the anger boiling inside him could be shown in the ferocity of his yell.

"You asshole, don't tell me anything about Squall! You don't even know him, just the person who spares with you after your annoying begging. He's nothing like you described, and I hope you burn in hell! I knew I shouldn't have said shit!"

Arms came forward, and Zell was being pushed against a wall, a mouth horribly close to his ear, whispering dangerously hissed words. "Don't you ever say I don't know Squall. I know him a hell of a lot better than you, chicken wuss."

Before Zell could reply with a few choice words, a girlish shriek rung through the thick air, detouring both boys concentration. Zell immediately ran to the distressed voice, ignoring the hate radiating from his back. Swerving between a few cars, he finally found a slumped form by the far wall, rubbing her backside vigorously.

"Ow... Stupid wall." She puffed out her cheeks, turning her head and noticing Zell's rapid approach and screaming again, gulping. "H-hey, get away from m-me!"

Zell blinked, holding up his hands and grinning nervously. She was about his height, with dark hair that curved out and sparkling green eyes adoring her baby face.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya, promise! Whatdya doin' out here anyway?" He stammered.

She took a step back, still eyeing him with apprehension. "I was... never mind what I was doing! What're you doing out here so late at night, huh?" She questioned gently.

Smiling reassuringly, Zell put down his hands, looking behind him to see if Seifer actually moved from the wall. He glared bitterly, finding just a blinking light at the slide doors. "I was here with... someone. We had a conversation. Ya know, I really think we should both head back inside." He scratched his head, blushing slightly and forgetting the question he originally asked her.

What a way to meet someone.

"My name's Zell." He stated flatly, pivoting and walking in the direction of the exit, feeling the girl follow.

She giggled, but he could tell her guard was still firmly in place. "Selphie, nice to meet you all though this is kinda weird, huh?"

Zell nodded, feeling a headache coming on. "Yeah, you're tellin' me."

Short chapter, I know but the story'll go faster this way, promise and the next one will be longer and Selphie will play a big role (duh) and you know how I just love to mess with the characters. -grins-