Convergence [2]: Blood Roses

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As soon as Zell crossed into Squall's living room, he felt guilty for doing so. Squall lay asleep on his stomach on the couch where they had all left him sitting the night before, still in his clothes, even his boots. They had left the champagne bottle half-full in the kitchen; now it stood tall and empty on the coffee table. One of Squall's arms dangled beside him, languid black fingers pointing to the picture frame that had likely toppled from them much earlier.

Sure he was intruding on quite a private scene, he turned around to leave Squall to rest, but didn't get far before a groggy voice froze him solid. "Shit, what... time is it?"

"... Nine a.m.," Zell replied, turning around.

"Dammit." Squall pushed himself up with his hands, swinging his legs around, and rubbed the blur of sleep from his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn've come in."

"I was supposed to be up three hours ago."

"That's... really early, Squall."

"It's when I always get up."

\l yel yeah, sure, but today--"

"It's when I *always* get up."

"Oh...." Zell winced at Squall's grouchymorningvoice and changed the subject. "We forgot to tell you, we all got keys, see, 'cause we were all working on the place..." Zell successfully pulled his battered card from a cargo pocket. "I should give it back."

"Keep it. I trust you."

Zell smiled and shoved it back into its place. "'Kay."

Squall stood quickly, and Zell took a step forward when he staggered but didn't have to move further as he regained his bearings. "Filthy," Squall mumbled, a hand on his brow as he wove around the table and headed through the kitchen.

Zell picked up the picture -- Squall's mom-- and put it back on its shelf. He stepped back, then forward again to adjust it, straightening it perfectly. Forgiving the laugh, she looked a lot like him. "Gonna check out the bath?"

"No time," Squall called back, clicking the bathroom door shut behind him without locking it as he reveled in the knowledge that he could if he wanted to. A whole bathroom-- mirror, sink, tub, toilet-- all to himself. Heaven. He still couldn't believe it.

"I think you should," Zell urged, muffled by the door and wall between them.

Squall didn't reply until he was finished peeing. "Another day, Zell." Noticing that a black shower cutrain hung bunched from a rail that ran around the bathtub, he looked up-- *yes:* a showerhead, the twined hose that hung beneath it revealing that it was detachable. Under closer inspection, he found that it had at least ten different settings. Oh, yes.

"Fine, whatever." Zell's sulky imitation of him finally broke a silent smile across his face. On another day, it would have bothered him. He pulled the curtain closed and turned on the water to let it heat up while he stripped, then fumbled with with the nozzle until he found satisfyingly intense pressure and climbed beneath it. He found one of Selphie's touches beneath his toes: a flurry of rubbery sunflower stick-ons that clashed with the rest of the decor while ensuring he wouldn't slip.

Zell sat down on the same armrest he had the previous night, still a little lost in what had happened. Squall had hugged him--not that amazing in itself, but he initiated the embrace *in front of everyone.* So much need had shown in the way he shook, and Zell was sure he had picked up a good amount of loneliness on top of it all. It was all Zell could do at the time not to just push him back and kiss him. He deserved to feel better-- the new home was supposed to make him happy, not sad. It seemed everything ended up making him sad.

A low groan sounded from the bathroom, so quiet Zell almost missed it. Shit, Squall was probably getting a great massage from the shower, all dripping wet and hot and naked, and there Zell was sitting out in the living room, waiting for him to finish, obeying orders-- it became an idea that he loathed intensely.

Squall almost slipped despite the stick-ons when Zell knocked on the door, he was so lost in the removal of leftover desert grime from his skin. "?" ?"

"I changed my mind... I think I don't wanna... *wait* anymore. Can I come in?"

"I'll be out in a minute," Squall refused. Maybe he was being cold, but cold was easiest.

"Oh... okay..." He heard Zell walk away and thrust his head back beneath the water. Cold persistence would be easiest for them both, he assured himself as something tiny twisted inside his chest. He should have taken the key when Zell offered it.

Zell clenched his fists as he entered the kitchen. Seifer would have gone in anyway-- he would have at least tried the door to see if it was locked. He would have gotten what he wanted, too, probably, while giving Squall what *he* really wanted. If that was even what he wanted-- it was impossible to know with him, but Zell hated himself for not knowing anyway.

So. What would Zell do in his shame? Make Squall breakfast, of course, like a good little boy. He found bread and eggs in the refrigerator (sooo fit for a chicken he grumbled as he cracked shells over the pan)-- this would be enough. Toast on, check. Coffee brewing, double-check. All set. Cue Squall with a towel 'round his waist, rubbing another over is head as he padded obliviously across the way into the bedroom, completelyfuckingbeautiful and oblivious to that too. What fun. "Making breakfast" *in caou dou didn't notice,* Zell called lightly as he flipped a mound of eggs onto a plate, saving the last two for himself.

"Smells great," Squall replied as he opened the top dresser drawer. Holy hell, they had bought him new clothes, too: socks and underwear still wrapped up in plastic, white t-shirts filling the drawer beneath that. He grabbed what he needed and headed over to the closet across the way to find three new black pairs ofts ats and one of dark bluejeans waiting for him. They dangled neatly above a small washing machine and dryer. "You didn't have to do all this."

"What?" Zell asked, tossing the sixth and final piece of buttered toast into a basket he had found on a top cupboard shelf.

"This. Clothes." Squall appeared in the doorway, crisp and clean in his new outfit-- merely a refreshed version of the old, minus belts and jacket. "And..." He scanned over the simple but gigantic meal Zell had prepared, already set out on the table. "And *this.*"

"No problem," Zell replied to both counts as he handed Squall a steaming mug. Squall's hand graced over one of his as he took it. Gah, why the heck wasn't he wearing his gloves? Oh yeah, he lost them. Wait, no, he was wearing some when he woke up. Zell finally allowed himself to look at Squall through more than the corner of his eye. Big mistake-- his hair was in those messy needles again, pointing to shower-flushed cheeks that just had to be soft. Zell turned and sat down quickly, eyes darting to his plate with the hope that food would distract him. Squall had looked quite similar a few days before, and it sure hadn't been due to a shower. "We like doin' stuff for you. You know that."

Squall sat down awkwardly at the place set for him, overwhelmed by so much food. "You made a lot." He took a tentative sip of his coffee and slouched a little with relief. No sugar, no cream. Zell had somehow known that was the only way he drank it.

"I ate since we got back. You didn't," Zell said, muffled by half a mouthful. They ate in silence for a while, rediscovering how great it was to have forks and knives again. "Are you happy?" Zell reached for another piece of toast, and changed his mind when he noticed it was the last one. "... With everything?"

"Of course I am."

It was very difficult for Zell to swallow as Squall's words turned his last mouthful dry. "That's good."

Another long pause. "Thank you. Very much."

"I said, it's no problem." Zell leaned back in his chair, stretching, "Welll, I'm stuffed."

"You only ate two eggs."

"I'm full."

Squall searched Zell's face for anything that might betray the light expression upon it, but found nothing. "Mine's here if you want to finish it... I have to go make a call."

"Oh yeah!" Zell grinned a little, "Almost forgot why I came in the first place." He lifted his bottom from the chair and pulled a little black notepad from his back pocket, then tossed it onto the table. "Got this from on top of your desk. It's in here, right?"

Squall picked it up and flipped through it, though he wasn't looking for the answer. "Her home number, and her father's. Thank you."

"You got Caraway's number in there?"

Squall nodded before making his way into the living room, bringing his mug with him as he prepared to ask a very odd question about his own home. "Uh... Zell, where's the phone?"

"End table closest to the balcony door. You want me to go now?"

Squall frowned at the question as he followed Zell's directions, finding a plain black cordless where Zell said it would be. "Actually... yeah."

Zell tossed down the fork he had still been holding, the clang it made against the plate echoing through the kitchen. An angry reaction, but he still didn't look it. He was even able to toss Squall a little smile to counter it on his way out.

As soon as he stepped into his own elevator, he was greeted by an unexpected rumble, "Shouldn't you be teaching a class right now?"

"You spend all your time waitin' around to scare the shit outta people, or just most of it?" Zell grumbled as she shoved his back against the opposite wall. He looker Seifer over-- he seemed dishevelled, as if he hadn't gone to bed. Zell softened his tone a little, reminding himself that it wasn't Seifer's fault Squall had rejected him. At least, he was pretty sure it wasn't. "The subs they called in still have two days left on their contracts. I guess Quistis didn't expect us to get back so quick."

"Ah. I should have known, really. You look like someone on vacation."

The elevator stopped but Zell made no move to take out his key, instead regarding Seifer from beneath a crinkled brow. "What's that mean?"

"It means you look good."

"And you look likll,\ll," Zell shot back. He ducked his head just after he said the words, not figuring out until that point that Seifer had paid him a *compliment.* This would be tough to get used to. "Sorry."

"Nah, it's fine. I do, thanks to someone passing on the news about my little accident to the infirmary."

"Selphie?"

"I don't doubt it. And then I got stupid and told the nurse about *yours.*"

Gulp. "I better stay away from there for a while then, eh?"

"No. They all figure I deserved it, a conviction they repeated constantly." Zell didn't know it, but he was one of the most well-loved figures in the whole Garden. Seifer was sure Zell would be freed from all blame if even he had killed him. "I think they had fun keeping me up for all the x-rays-- and subjecting me to a few I didn't need in hopes of making sure I can never procreate. Little do they know..." He chuckled then, and looked at the door. "Are you going to invite me in or not?"

"I don't even know why you're here."

"Let me in and I'll tell you."

"Tell me now." Despite his persistent words, Zell was already pulling out his wallet.

"I'd rather sit."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't have a choice anyway, do I?" Zell swept his key through the slot, and Seifer went through the door before him.

"Thanks." Only surprised for a moment that Zell's place looked like it *hadn't* already been lived in for a month, Seifer took the sofa, stretching an arm across the back at either side of him. Zell fell into a worn yellow beanbag chair nearby beneath the stream of winter sunlinght from the room's only window-- stirring up absolutely no dust in the process.

"So?"

"So, explain."

"Huh?"

"I only knew to wait for you because I saw you heading up to a certain someone's new apartment. I'm sure I can guess what went on, but I'd like to hear it from you."

Zell drew confidence from the fact that they were in his territory before responding. "It's not somethin' for you to know."

"Heh." Seifer smiled. "Not what I thought, but thanks."

"I didn't tell you nothin.'"

"You'd be glowing if Squally fucked you, not to mention jumping on the opportunity to brag about it. Instead, you're all tense and nervous-like.... Looks like he was telling the truth," Seifer added thoughtfully.

"If you're gonna talk to me, drop the mystery-man bullshit."

"While you were tearing up the desert to greet our rescuers, he told me that he's breaking it off with you. And me. And he's been pretty persistant on both counts."

Zell's relief at not being the only one pushed away only lasted a second. "He's not 'breaking it off.' We're just... waiting."

"Oh? Waiting for what, exactly?"

Zell didn't answer right away, as his eyes began to desperately search the hardwood floor for one. "... He's busy."

"Zell."

Zell's face jerked up, tossing two blond threads over an eye. "What?"

"He's *always* busy."

"No, not like this. He's got those gang-losers to deal with now, and ..." But Zell's voice had already lost most of its power. Seifer's statement had hit home, all soft and frightening and truthful like his rarely were.

Seifer actually felt a little guilty watching Zell's reaction. Poor kid looked like he'd been kicked in the gut. Feeling bad was pretty strange to him, especially since he had elicited similar reactions from Zell so many times in the past and genuinely laughed at them. Maybe now was different because he had told him pure truth, or because he could relate to him, just a little. He wasn't sure.

This,ugh,ugh, this shaky little mass of tense joints and denim across the way, hugging his knees and hiding his face in defeat, was just plain not funny. Ignoring his own exhaustion, he pushed himself up and walked over to where Zell sat so he could grab some of the beanbag's cover behind his back, and started pulling him and it together back to the couch.

"Why're you always pullin' me around?" Zell asked as he was turned and yanked backwards, heels dragging passively across the floor.

"Because I can," Seifer replied as Zell's back came flush with the front of the couch, between his knees as he sat back down. Once comfortable, he got to work on the strained shoulders in front of him, pressing tendons with the pads of his thumbs. "At least he said you're his friend," he said over a surprised but appreciative groan, "I don't even get *that.*"

Zell's head lolled to the side, eyelids fluttering shut. "But I don'...wanna be *friends*..."

"Sure you don't." Seifer's hands made their way a bit further down his back, finding a pair of knots beneath the fabric of a new black tank, "...but his willingness to give you that position in his life will make it a lot easier for you to get back in his pant

That statement made Zell adamantly flop his head from side to side. "I don't want just *that* either."

"What is it then?" Seifer knew what he was pressing for, and wasn't surprised when Zell refused to answer him. "You're in love with him," he finished knowingly, cutting off Zell's auto-protest by pushing a thumb hard into one of those half-undone knots, grating the muscle.

Zell drew in a hiss at the necessary pain and tried to keep his head clear. If that was true, he wasn't about to confirm it with words now. "You don't know... shit about me." Seifer just sniggered above him a little instead of trying to get him to say anything else, so he left that as it was. "Squall said somethin' weird to me. Yesterday."

"Hm?" Seifer lifted his massage back up to the back and sides of Zell's neck. Zell tilted his head forward in response with a thankful little sigh.

"He said he was glad about you an' me. 'Bout what we did without him."

Seifer collapsed before Zell had even finished his last sentence, forehead resting on one of Zell's shoulders as he shook with laughter. "I knew it!"

"What?" Zell shifted to the side a little, trying to get a good enough look at his face, "You knew what?"

Seifer fell into the back of the sofa and smiled at the cieling, the massage he was giving temporarily forgotten. "He's trying to set us up. That's what he's doing -- that selfless little emo fuck! I should've explained to him that you were just a consolation prize." Zell twisted around to glare at him, angry mouth hanging open. "Oh, don't even say it. I know that's what I was too."

One side of Zell's mouth twitched up into a lopsided grin. "Yeah... guess so," he ackowledged as he turned back around, resting an elbow over each of Seifer's knees. "So what the hell do we do now? 'Cause there's no frickin' chance I'm gonna share him with you, you can bet on that."

"That's right. You're not even going to get near him." One of Seifer's heavy hands fell onto his head, completely destroying his sculpted bangs with just a few ruffles and Zell, quite ruffled as well by this, smacked his arm away.

"Quit turning stuff around on me. You know what I meant."

"That may be, but I also know what I can give him." His hand fell back to Zell's head, this time therapudically tugging on the rustled spikes, starting at the back of his neck. "What you can't."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Zell gripped at the black denim covering Seifer's knees, a reaction to both his own anger and the way his scalp was being refreshed.

"Like... Hm, like a big hard cock in his ass? Maybe?"

Zell flushed, suddenly panicked-- Seifer didn't know about what Squall wouldn't let him do. There was no way. He'd been sleeping at least a hundred feet away when they talked about it.

"Aw, don't get embarassed," Seifer cooed condecendingly as he leaned forward to find the red on Zell's cheeks, "You're just not built to top. It's okay."

"The fuck I'm not!"

"Of course," Seifer continued thoughtfully, ignoring the rage directed at him and returning to his tugging, "If I say that, you can always counter by saying you're good for him to get in. So we cancel each other out there."

"You're actin' like this is some kinda big fun puzzle," Zell grumbled.

"Why, it is! Let's see here...Gotta dig a bit deeper than that..." Having had every strand of Zell's hair in his grip at least twice by now, Seifer returned to his shoulders. They had completely tensed up again and undone all his hard work. "He got hard when I told him I'd tie him down in the infirmary."

"Bullshit he did."

"Think what you want. My point is this: you wouldn't do that. Squall's needs to get fucked. Often. He needs to let the hell go of his stupid Ice Queen act, whether he knows it or not. That's what's wrong with you-- you gobble up everything he says like his words are made of chocolate."

"Excuse me for listening to him. He appreciates that. He respects me for it, because respect's what I give him."

"He thanks me in his own way," Seifer confirmed smugly, "Ah, epiphanies are great things."

"At least I was there for him the last couple years."

"Well, I didn't know what I wanted at the time. Thank Hyne we got lost out there, else I might not have ever known."

Zell threw Seifer's hands off his shoulders, turning fully around on his knees. "What, so you think that just 'cause you know what you 'want' now, you can just fuckin' *take* it? You think you can just show up now, when I've been waiting for two fuckin' years to--"

"See? You are in love with him. So tragic."

Zell squinted hard, fists clenched yet again. "Maybe I am," he growled through the hard line his mouth had become, "and maybe that's what he needs." He spun back around and walked into the kitchen, leaning the heels of his hands on edge of the counter as he shakily tried to calm his pulse.

"It might be," Seifer called lightly, out of view now, "but that's sure not all."

Zell didn't want to talk about this anymore. He would think about it when he was alone. "Squall's calling Rinoa, Seif. Probably on the phone with her right now."

"Excuse me?"

"She's in Timber. That gang's in Timber. He thinks she can help."

"I see."

"Just thought you should know," Zell continued as he opened and peered into his fridge, "So you don't freak out when you see her." The shelves were nearly empty-- well, empty as far as he was concerned. He started rustling around in search of something appealing.

Seifer stood up, feeling a bit woozy at the news as want for sleep tugged heavy on his eyelids. The last time he remembered seeing Rinoa was at the SeeD ball, a short while before memory abondoned him. He had been told about what he'd supposedly done to her. "Won't she be the one more likely to 'freak out?'"

"Maybe. So... don't freak out when she freaks out. If she freaks out. Squall'll probly warn her about you first."

"I might not have to see her at all... She managed to completely avoid me during her and Squall's little... *thing.*" That was what he hoped for. It would *not* be fun to visit with one of the few women he'd ever been attracted to-- and the only one, as far as he knew, that Squall had been attracted to as well. If the confused little triangle they'd gotten into turned into a square, Squall would likely jump right off his new balcony.

"Might be best that way. I'm gettin' scared some bad stuff'll go down with her around. Not sure what... just *bad.*" The refrigetator door thumped shut; a drawer slid open. "It'll be nice to see her again, though."

Why did she have to come at all? Couldn't she just do what she had to do in Timber? Zell's ease with the threatening situation made the punching bag that hung in his living room corner quite appealing. "Speak for yourself, kiddo." With that, Seifer flung a thudding fist into the side of it.

Zell peeked around the corner at the sound, just in time to see the second. He almost laughed out loud. "Not like that." Seifer jerked his face up, looking almost embarassed at having been seen.

"Not like what?"

Zell grabbed the apple he had planned to slice up and sauntered over. "Man, you could almost kick three of our asses at once with your gunblade but you can't even throw a simple punch right. It's pretty sad," he teased before taking a big cracking bite. He could barely chew, it was so hard to contain his smile. "Try again."

Seifer turned back and did, and Zell almost choked. "I'd really like to know what you find so amusing, Chickie."

"Arc your arm up, don't bring it completely sideways. Put the force into your first two nuckles. Don't ever, *ever* lock your elbow. And you're not wearin' any gloves, so try not to break your hand."

"Pfft. Break my hand," Seifer repeated sarcastically before throwing another, this time with the instructions in mind. It was all he could do not to crunch up his face at the pain as he shook out his wrist. "Fuckin'..."

"You're worse than mosta my students. On their first day. And they're twelve."

"Oh, fuck off." Seifer would have added, 'let's see you do better,' but he already had, first . He. He was stricken with sudden sympathy for the tubular sack of sawdust before him.

"I don't know what you'd end up doin' if you got disarmed." Zell took another bite and switched his apple into his other hand.

"I *don't* get disarmed."

"Yeah, that's what they all frickin' say. I tell 'em, 'lemme make a course for beginners and make everyone take it,' but they're all like 'no no no, they'll get mad,' like that matters when they got a t-rexaur chewin' up their nanchaku or whatever like an appetizer right in front of 'em..."

"If they had anything resembling a brain, I think they'd run."

"Run? Psh, good luck. You ever tried to outrun one of those things?"

"No. I've never had to because, as I said, I don't get disarmed."

Zell lowered his eyelids in a half-angry scowl. "Anyway, don't try that again, or you *will* break a bone," he warned as he made his way behind Seifer's back. "One more thing, though."

"Hm?"

Zell threw his weight into a hard shove, sending Seifer sprawling forwards into the punching bag with just enough time to throw his arms around it to catch himself as he teetered on the ends of his toes. "--Fuck was that for?" he exclaimed, muffled as it squished his cheek.

"Keep your feet apart more," Zell replied, giddy as he fell onto the couch. "Never know what's comin.' Don't wanna lose your balance."

"You little..." Seifer carefully rebalanced himself-- and as soon as he had it he darted over to Zell, leaning forward with a hand against the cushion on either side of his shoulders. "You *want* to die today?"

Zell just smiled up at him, not threatened in the least. "You won't hurt me."

"Don't forget that I'm tired this morning," Seifer explained darkly. He took the collar of Zell's shirt in one hand and twisted, barely getting a blink in reaction. "When I'm tired, I get *really* fucking cranky."

Zell batted his eyelashes over his sunlit cerulean gaze and reached above the hand near his throat to take another giant bite of the red fruit he held, spattering a few drops of juice onto Seifer's wrist. "Oh, sorry," he said, pushing the sweet flesh into his cheek quite like a chipmunk might instead of chewing. He held his arm out, so that the apple hung a teasing inch from Seifer's mouth. "Want some?"

Seifer tore it angrily from his hand with the one that didn't have his shirt wrapped around it and dropped it onto the floor. It rolled a few feet away. "Damn," he mumbled a few seconds later as the sweet tang of it finally met his nostrils, "Actually, I do."

At that, Zell laughed-- genuinely started giggling at him. It was cut off with a squeak as Seifer yanked him forward and met his mouth, staring straight into wide eyes as his tongue prodded for that piece of spungy fruit hidden within. Zell's lips were still wet with juice, his whole mouth quite sweet, in fact. But then he offered forth the apple chunk and Seifer had to reluctantly back away to take it instead of savouring his taste any longer. He chewed his prize rather thoughtfully before swallowing. "I should've just picked it back up off the floor. Hyne knows it's likely clean enough to eat off of."

"Yeah, maybe you should've," Zell replied weakly as he uncurled Seifer's fingers from around his shirt so he could fall backwards again. Seifer just shrugged, seeming unaware of how much Zell had been shaken by his actions, and made no move to leave his personal space. "Seif, you really gotta figure out what you want and *not* do that anymore."

"I was hungry, that's all. People do crazy things when they're hungry. And I do know what I want--*exactly* what I want, thank you."

"Oh yeah?" Zell cringed at his own challenge. *Stupid, stupid, stupid...*

Seifer pressed him back with a hand on each bicep, continuing the massage from earlier on muscle he hadn't yet touched-- which seemed to need it badly, judging by how easily Zell's head fell to the side. "That's right."

"Uhggnn..."

Seifer leaned forward to slowly, gently begin lapping up the sticky juice that remained around Zell's mouth with the tip of his tongue, pausing for a moment to continue, "You know what I want?"

"Fmm?"

"The key to Squall's apartment."

"WHAT?" Zell found his strength and shoved Seifer away, "You gotta be kiddin' me!"

"Not at all," Seifer replied as he sat down beside him. "It's not something I would joke about."

"Nope, nope, forget it." Zell raised his nose in the air, proudly crossing his arms. "He said he trusts me with it an' I'm not gonna jeopardize that."

"Ah, so you *do* have a copy. You could have bluffed and I would never have known."

"Yeah, well, I don't care. It doesn't matter, 'cause you're not gettin' it either way."

"Wouldn't you like to give me the chance to open him up a little, pun intended? Remember the deal we made. I say, it still stands. It worked once, and it'll work again. I'll make him happy. That's what you want."

"I want him happy, but that doesn't mean I want it to be 'cause of *you.*"

"You can't deny that I know what's best for him, at times. As I did when we were lost. I made him *see* again, for Hynesakes."

Zell's head had fallen during Seifer's speech-- he now twined his fingers together nervously, feeling defeated, yet again. "I won't give you the key, but..." He took a deep breath. Squall would either love him or hate him for this, but whatever happened, the situation as it was now wasn't acceptable. He was just beginning to understand what Seifer meant when he said Squall didn't know what was best-- and how difficult it was for Zell to do anything but follow his orders.

"Continue."

"... but... I'll ... take you there. There's no way I'm lettin' you be alone with him. And you better not screw this up. I won't feel bad if I hafta break your nose."

Seifer pulled at his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "Okay, Chickie," he confirmed with a nod, "I think we have a new deal. When does he go to sleep, usually?"

"You wanna *wake* him?"

"Of course. We'll have to appear when he's vulnerable, otherwise he'll just kick us both out. What time?"

"Uh... around midnight. I think. He has trouble sleeping, though, so I don't know for sure."

"Something I'll just have to remedy," Seifer mused, already heading for the door. "I'll go take a nap. Meet me in the hall at oh-one hundred."

"T-tonight?"

"Can you give me a good reason to wait?"

The door closed between them before Zell could answer the question.

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Seifer: Squall needs cock!
Zell: Squall needs love!
Seifer: Squall needs cock!
Zell: Squall needs love!

HE NEEDS BOTH, YOU IDIOTS!

Maybe I should've just done that... would have been a lot easier. At least everything's all set up now. ^_~

Zell's how-to was a load of writer bullshitting, as I don't know the first thing about fighting. Let me know if I made any mistakes.