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Field Day	By : Ping Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ping: Howdy!
Zen: "Ello!
Ping: Just your friendly neighborhood Ping here, doing my first collaboration
fic with- *drumroll*
Zen: Well duh.....as if they couldn't figure that out already.....
Ping: This was a one chapter dead end by yours truly, stagnating on
my hard drive for well over a year. (Hence why I've never put out a FF8
fic before. <.< ) I eventually sent it to Zen and we figgered it
would be fun to see if we couldn't salvage the burning ball of wreckage
that my muses became when they took an unexpected nosedive into the side
of a mountain.
Zen: *makes crashing and explosion noises* At any rate, it was
an interesting start that I couldn't help but turn into a fic of monumental
proportions.....*rolls eyes dramatically* Not that Pingy here would actually
let it become that!
Ping: *cough* Yeah... it's uh... it's been sitting on my computer for
another year now... erk. (Not having a working title wasn't helping any
at all...) Anyway, *Wonder Twin Powers Activate*-- together we are PeZ!
Catchy? We thought so. Confusing, too, but who said we were here to make
your life easier? It's working out surprisingly well- I'm a Zell fan and
she's a Seifer and Squall fan, so it's a fic that can hopefully appeal
to anybody. Unless you're a SeiferxZell fan. Which I am. And that sucks.
Just a little. But I still think it'll be a good read. ^^ We started out
with me on the oddsies and Zen on evensies, but that may eventually get
dropped if one of us goes on hiatus and sits out for a chapter. And...
you totally don't care about that ANYway, so I'm rambling again and am
going to shut up. Hope you enjoy. Any last words? (And no, I'm NOT talking
to YOU.)
Zen: Uhmm......yeah......SHUT UP PING!!!!

Disclaimer: The Borg ship that is Squaresoft owns Final Fantasy. Resistance
is futile.
Notes: This is YAOI. Know what that is? Good. *tosses biscuit* Like
that sort of thing? Good. *tosses naked man biscuit* Don't? Then take your
damn cookie and leave, because you will not like where this is going.
Flames will keep the shadows at bay, after we get done laughing our butts
off at senders for wasting their time writing them in the first place.
All other feedback is greatly welcome at either pan_pingli@yahoo.com or
zencreation@yahoo.com. Send it to one, the other will get it. Like a virus.
*cough* Not... that we... you know, share that sort of thing. <.<
So yadda- no money, just fun, no harm intended, so why are you still reading
this? The fic is down THERE.

Druggy & Drunky: Wah! We've been forgotten!!

Drunky: ... kupo.

Druggy: ...wark.

Field Day

Chapter 1

'Cute. That just about sums it up.'
"Aw, come on, not even one? Not in the back even??"
"Sorry, son, we're all out of hot dogs. Come back tomorrow. Maybe if
you get here earlier..." The lunch woman turned to her next customer, leaving
Zell to walk dejectedly back to his table, shoulders slumped, hands in
pockets, stomach empty.
He just smiled as Zell tossed himself into the seat across from him
with enough force to disturb the table and rested his chin in his hands,
pouting.
'Cute cute cute.'
"What're you starin' at?"
Irvine just chuckled and shook his head.
"It's not like I don't try, ya know." Zell crossed his arms and then
realizing who he just sounded like, shook his head and tried again, much
to Irvine's amusement. "I get here as early as I can!" He pouted again,
slipping down in his seat until only his nose and up was visible.
"I'm not sayin' ya don't try, Zell, it's just... well, maybe you don't
want them bad enough." Irvine smiled broadly, pretending to ignore the
glare Zell shot at him over the table.
"And I suppose you've already eaten!" He accused, turning his
face away and glaring off into space. In response, Irvine burped.
"Oops! Pardon me!" Irvine bumped his chest with his fist and covered
his mouth, hiding his grin as Zell's jaw dropped.
"I don't believe you, man. How cold can ya get?"
"Whatsa matter, Chicken Wuss? Still hungry?" Zell and Irvine glared
at Seifer and his crew as they sauntered over. "Why don't you go nurse
on your mamma."
Irvine knew what was going to happen even before it did, and stood up
to grapple with Zell before he did something he'd regret. No sooner had
he reached the fiery blonde's side than Zell shot out of his chair swinging.
"How DARE you talk about my mother that way, you stupid-"
"Calm it down, there, Zell. Don't give him the satisfaction." Irvine
hissed in his ear as he held him firmly by his shoulders.
"I'm not doin' it for his satisfaction, Irv! Now butt out!" Zell
lunged again but Irvine held firm.
Seifer snickered at the other two's expense, while Raijin and Fujin
glanced at each other nervously. They would stand by Seifer at all times,
but it didn't mean they had to like being caught in the middle.
"Come on, chickee." Seifer leaned close to Zell's face. Zell bared his
teeth and growled, eyes narrowed. "Show me what you got, you little clucker."
Irvine almost lost his grip on Zell, and Zell nearly managed to clip
Seifer's big mouth, missing by a mere hair's breadth. The larger blonde
stumbled back, shocked for the barest of moments before a dark scowl shadowed
his face.
Irvine was frantically trying to keep Zell down and finally resorted
to tucking the still swinging blonde under his arm. He managed to grab
one fist and hold it still, but Zell kicked and swung his free arm, yelling
obscenities at Seifer, who stood stock still, glaring daggers at the struggling
youth.
"You almost made a catastrophic mistake there, Chicken Wuss. Luckily
for you, it was only monumental." He leaned down to Zell's face and grabbed
his spiked bangs, pulling his head back at an odd angle. "Don't think for
one minute you're going to get away with it."
"You're just jealous because nobody wanted you."
Irvine released Zell's arm and clamped his hand over Zell's mouth instead.
As soon as those fated words left his mouth, Seifer's body tensed. Irvine
was prepared to flee with his captive, if need be- to protect both their
asses- but Seifer merely turned on his heel and gestured for Raijin and
Fujin to follow. The cafeteria was deathly silent for long moments, even
after the trio had left. Irvine just watched the doorway, expecting Seifer
to return with Hyperion.
When it seemed nothing was going to come storming through the door swinging
swift and painful death, Irvine breathed a sigh of relief. When Zell's
body slumped in his grip he looked down, removing his hand. "You okay?"
Zell nodded, but otherwise didn't move. After a moment he craned his
neck to look at Irvine, looking both nervous and sheepish at the same time.
"I messed up royally, huh?"
Irvine smiled ruefully and started to exit the cafeteria. "It could've
been worse, buddy. There's only so much you could take- and there's only
so much Seifer can do to you for that. He did start it, afterall, and we've
got witnesses."
Zell nodded in understanding. They were halfway to the elevator when
he realized the looks they were getting from passerby's. "Uh, Irv?"
"Yep?"
"...Could you put me down now?"
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