Disclaimer: -checks game- Nope, still not mine. Sigh. Japanese, people.
Hah, I actually got a disk to save shit on now! Yay! And I got a shitload of burned cds, which definitely is inspiring. So, new chapter! S & A will be a three part thing. The next two chapters will be incredibly long (try seven, or eight thousand words, because I have to cover some important parts of the game, so they'll take a while.
AU is REALLY apparent in this chapter. Pre-game up until this point.
Chapter Twelve: Silent and Abstract, part two
I don't get it. Not one fucking bit, but maybe it's just me, because I'm Seifer and I don't actually care. He's an asshole, he's quiet and he sure doesn't know what that stick in his pants is for and yet. . .
And yet. . .
He made a little friend. Someone completely and totally opposite of him? Someone that smiles. And laughs. Just, how wrong is that? And it's a girl. The Squall I've come to know and hate has always been a fairy, to me. Part of our arguments is how many times I can call him a fag before he agrees. Heh oh irony, you love butt raping people, so. Now our roles are inevitably switched, and I'll never forgive him.
What the hell am I doing thinking about Squall, of all people, when Zell is sleeping, curled up by my side? I know why. Because I'm bitter.
I don't want to admit it, never wanted to admit it, but stealing something away from that little pansy, it felt good. No, it felt amazing. Almost better than sex, but not quite. Looking down at the chicken wuss, I trace my finger over his tattoo, which still turns me on like no tomorrow. It makes me wonder about myself. . .
He's too pretty. Or maybe I'm too picky. But his hair, his lips, his eyes, they're so girlish. . . I swear, if I didn't know personally that he was a chick, so damn emotional and all.
I hate being honest with myself. It makes me feel dirty, if that's at all logical. It is in my mind. But maybe, just maybe if I didn't have chocobo ass as a lover, I'd be cold. Cold and alone, and probably worse than puberty boy.
And that scares me, just. . . just a little.
I'm not a shield of armor, I'm Seifer fucking Almasy. I'm sick of being treated like I'm invincible. I want. . . I want respect, yeah, and I want to be needed. I want to be important. Now I am.
Hyne help me, I sound like a fucking pussy.
Some late night confession. I don't think stating what you already know actually counts. Ugh. How could some pretty chicken wuss totally change me?
Aw, he just blew a bubble in his sleep. That's kind of cute, but more so disgusting that I'm definitely gonna make fun of him for later.
Heh, heh.
I draw my fist back, and punch him in the shoulder, memories of the 'bathroom incident' suddenly come flooding back and I don't think he's quite as cute anymore, the little bastard.
He shrieks, predictably, and struggles with the pillow that accidentally fell over his face, with uh, my hand putting just a bit of pressure on it as well. . . wonder how it got there. . .
Whimpering pathetically, he's turned a nice shade of blue before I finally release my hand and smirk at him, laughing at the glare he's giving me. He can barely look menacing to save his life.
"Accident," I mumble casually, and ruffle his hair almost affectionately.
"Sure," he hisses, but his face softens and he cuddles against me like a puppy, his hand bunching up at my chest until he purrs.
"Do you love me?" he whispers.
"Sure."
"Are you lying?"
"Probably."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Don't ever say that again."
Slap.
I grin and catch his hand, licking up a long digit, swirling my tongue around the tip sensually. He moans lightly, and shivers, which makes me want to tackle him and pound him in the mattress until. . .
"We're going to Dollet, soon," he whispers. Hyne does this boy know how to ruin the mood. I shrug and sit up, putting me head on my arm and turning over, back facing him. "I'll miss you."
"I'll be right fucking there, chicken wuss. Don't act like a fag."
"M'not a fag," he mumbles. "I just, I'll miss--"
"My dick?" I sneer, even if he can't see it. "Just go back to sleep, you girl."
When I finally think he has, and that I can go to sleep, I am sadly mistaken. He pushes my shoulder roughly, and bites it with those sharp ass fangs of his. Hyne!
"You little bastard!"
"Quit calling me a girl asshole!"
"I'll call you what I damn well please!"
His feel start kicking the back of my knees, so I have no choice but to slam my full body weight on top of him and grip his wrists with one hand, pulling them over his head and placing my other hand on the center of his stomach, keeping him from moving those damn legs. I grunt.
Do you see what I have to go through every night!
And yeah, I love it. He practically lives here now, and it's comforting.
"Seeeiiifffeeerrrr, leggo!"
I lean down and lick his ear with a grin, and he squirms deliciously underneath me.
I hate him. "When we go to Dollet, will you try to be civil to Squall?"
Hynedammit. I let him go and lay back down, while he curls up and blinks at me cutely. Minutes go by before I realize he was serious. Hah, hah, hah. . . what the fuck?
"As in how?"
"As in not snickering when he sits down and asking how his ass feels!"
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. . . I find it funny that Zell remembers it.
"Yeah, and?"
"Constantly telling Quistis to check her purse 'cause Squall might have stolen it for his own collection . . . stuff like THAT!" Zell crosses his arms defiantly. Or something.
And I laugh out loud at that one.
He smacks me across the head, the cocksucker!
"Ow," I mumble coolly. "Anything else, master?"
"Yeah," he nods enthusiastically. "Dun' touch me."
"WHAT?" Holy fuck, he's gone bonkers!
"You heard me," he grins and brushes a stray hair away from his eyes. "If ya do, I'll cut you off for a month. I want to pass my SeeD exams, even if you don't."
Okay, that last line pisses me off. Who the hell does he think he is! I grow, and push him, getting up. "You know what? Get the fuck out. If you wanna be so goddamn annoying, do it somewhere else. I don't need this shit!"
"Seif--"
"No, get the fuck out. Here, I'll help you."
Good for him that he has his pants on, or else he'd be outside, and naked. It wouldn't hurt my feelings at all.
"SEIFER!"
Fucker. I'll pass that goddamn exam, no matter what.
I was wrong, so fucking wrong.
o-o-o
In the Lobby of Balamb, Squall Leanhart stood, properly dressed and with a stern look on his face. He was awaiting the arrival of one Zell Dincht, when he heard a shout and turned slightly, spotting the blond doing a few flips. He didn't smile, but instead gave a small wave.
Quistis smiled, and pointed to Zell, who came to stand by Squall with a grin. "We're missing your leader, Seifer Almasy--"
"Present," a deep voice said from their left, and Seifer smirked at them with Fuijin and Raijin by his side. Zell didn't look up. Squall glared, but returned to facing Quistis.
"Good of you to join us, Seifer. Now take your place while I read you your instruction. You're squad leader."
"Great, puberty boy's in my squad. Just my luck," he whispered as he walked over, flashing a toothy grin.
"Our forces have helped Dollet at its request but there are still Galbadian soldiers infiltrating Dollet, although few in numbers, and your mission is to wipe them out. You will be graded on your performance, so keep that in mind. This operation should be smooth, and not to be taken lightly. You will use a Garden car, and go to Balamb. From there, you'll board the assault boat. That's all for now. Good luck."
"Understood," the boy's said in unison, and Quistis nodded appreciatively.
"Head out!"
o-o-o
In the car, it was completely silent. Squall and Zell sat on one side on the two parallel benches, while Seifer and Quistis sat on the other, Seifer quiet for once.
Only until they entered the assault boat, did Seifer speak, and it was only insulting at that.
"Chicken wuss," he hissed and kept that damn smirk on his lips.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT AGAIN YOU BASTARD!"
And that's basically how it went, with little input from Squall and Quistis for obvious reasons, while Zell screamed and Seifer retaliated with stinging comebacks, Seifer occasionally biting at Squall, who still said nothing.
Quistis prayed they wouldn't kill each other before their mission was over, for their sakes, and hers.
o-o-o
"You are to secure Central Square."
"Alright ladies, listen up. I'm cap-e-tain, and you'll damn well listen to me. Any complaints, phone to 1-800-IDon'tGiveAShit. Ninety-nine cents a minute. Otherwise, stay close and don't fuck up," Seifer explained slowly, and with plenty of intelligent hand movements as Quistis watched them from the boat on the shore.
Squall grunted. Zell hissed, but kept his mouth firmly closed, glaring at the ground as they walked through the ruins of the town, few soldiers actually daring to take on Seifer with his head held high and gunblade pointed expertly well.
"We're gunna scout the area, that okay with you boy's?"
He didn't wait for an answer, and began checking behind the rubbish for unusual movement. Zell punched the ground angrily, making Squall flinch slightly.
"Fight?" he asked, closing his eyes and leaning against a house with a hole blown through it, bricks still falling off. "You seem distracted since we've arrived."
"Don' wanna talk about it," Zell mumbled. "Not supposed to be talkin' anyway."
"Whatever."
Everything was quiet then, until shouts erupted from the street, and Seifer grinned ruefully. "Alright! Looks like we get some action!"
He raced ahead, leaving Squall and Zell to catch up.
The first wave of soldiers wasn't hard, and they plowed right through with eagerness, Seifer grinned manically until they reached a hill, to which the Control Tower was currently located.
Seifer smiled. "Here we are."
Zell grumbled and squatted down, sighing. "Man, we have to go in that thing?"
"Duh chicken wuss, ya scared?"
"Fuck no!" Zell screamed, and shook his head for emphase. "Ready as I'll ever be!"
"Yeah yeah, you sit easy you dumbass. Hey Squall, c'mere." Seifer motioned with his finger, and the gunblader raised an eyebrow, but followed the order.
"One day, just maybe, I'll tell you something important. . . how do you feel about that?"
"I don't care," Squall said, emotionless. "Tell me what?"
"Tell you 'bout my romantic dream!"
Squall grimaced. "That's disgusting." Seifer chuckled lightly.
"What the hell're you two talking about!" Zell shrieked from behind them, brows creased. "And why am I not apart of it?"
"Nothing for kids to know," Seifer said, eyes cold toward the blond. His hand twitched, and his stance went rigid.
"Are you. . . squad B?" A feminine voice asked, leaving no room for Zell to retaliate.
Oddly familiar.
Squall stopped himself from grinning.
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TBC...
Jebus. I wrote a LOT. Fuck if I remember what Quistis told Squall and Seifer and Zell but yeah, I guess that's it. And I remember Seifer being Squad leader because he was an asshole. But I'm waaaaayyyy farther, and probably ain't gonna play that part again for a while, so please, for my sanity, let's all stick to AU. Hehehe. And review!
I hope you all liked it! . I go to bed now. It'll be more interesting next chapter, heh.