My Chicken-wuss

My Chicken-wuss

Chapter 1

 

Seifer sat grumpily in the cafeteria, eating his food. He was eating alone right now, as the others weren't there yet. He sighed as he stuffed his mouth with some of his food. He looked up as he heard someone approaching him.

“Hey, Seifer,” the friendly women said and sat down next to the ex-knight.

“Quistis,” he greeted back with his usual smirk in place.

“So,” she started, looking at him. “How are things going?”

“Fine.”

“Hm,” she trailed off thoughtfully, taking a bite of her own food.

“What?” He eyed her for a moment, wondering what was on the woman’s mind. Before she had a chance to answer him, a voice chirped as it made their way toward them.

“Hey, guys!” Zell smile big as plopped down in a seat across from the tall blond man, who was looking at him with cat like green eyes. Which made Zell fidget a little bit, but otherwise Zell ignored it, figuring Seifer was just being Seifer.

“Chicken-wuss,” Seifer said, a smirk firmly in place on his handsome face.

“Hey! Don't call me that,” said chicken-wuss growled, raising a fist threateningly to him for that hated name Seifer insisted on calling him. That bastard!

“Aw, but I though you liked it.”

He scoffed. “I wish you'd quit calling me that.”

“I don't wanna,” Seifer replied with a grin.

“Asshole.”

“Chicken-wuss,” was Seifer's retort. He heard Quistis chuckle beside him.

Zell ignored him in favor of sticking some hotdogs inside his mouth. He moaned around the hotdog, loving the taste of it.

Seifer snored at Zell actions. But, he secretly thought it was cute the way he stuck them in his mouth like that, even though it was gross. Then again, Zell was always cute in Seifer's opinion, but like hell he'd admit that to anyone. Okay, he would admit it, just not around others. Yes, Seifer Almasy had a crush on Zell Dincht, who would have thought?

It all started about a year ago, but Zell never knew of Seifer's affections for him. And, Seifer never told him either. Hell, the only one who knew about it was Squall. Well, He knew it was more than a simple crush. He was in love. Of course, he never had been in love before. Actually, he don't really remember what triggered it. Maybe it was when they were on a mission and he had saved Zell's life. Zell was in a critical state at the time, and Seifer realized just how important Zell was to him.

Squall was the only who to notice the looks Seifer was giving to him. Although, it was quite unusual, but he did happen to notice it. Though, he tended to not notice people liking him.

Anyway, Seifer knew he didn't want to lose Zell, so he had figured he felt something for him. It had been a while since the mission, but his feelings only grew stronger.

“Hey, Squall,” Zell said happily to his friend as he sat down at their table.

Squall nodded his head and sighed, Irvine right beside him. Zell gazed at Irvine for a while, not seeing Seifer's scowl. Another reason why he hadn't say anything; Zell liked Irvine. Though, Irvine didn't look like he wanted Zell. Seifer observed them, then turned to glare at his forgotten food in front of him. Squall was the only one who noticed Seifer's glare and shook his head. It wasn't hard to guess that Seifer loved Zell, though nobody else knew, or so they both thought.

“Hi,” Irvine said after a minute. He kept looking at the beautiful brunet beside him, making Squall turn away. There was something about the way he was looking at Squall the wasn't entirely a normal look. Squall disregarded it a went on eating his meal.

“Hey, Irvine,” the martial artist said with a big smile, a noticeable flush on his tattooed face. Seifer wished Zell would look at him like that. He loved to see Zell smile, almost as much as he loved pissing him off. Hey, It wasn't his fault the chicken looked fuckin' sexy when he was pissed. So, he used that as his reason for pissing him off.

“Zell.” he inclined his head towards the small blond in greeting.

“Chickie. No need to stare at him.” Seifer enjoyed the way Zell blushed.

“I'm not staring!” he glared.

A smirk. “Right.”

Zell opened his mouth the snap back, but Squall beat him to it.

“Enough,” he ordered.

“Huh?” Irvine blinked, completely clueless. “Who's staring?”

Seifer gave him a 'you've got to be kidding me look,' and scoffed. Squall just rolled his eyes. Shit, they whole table knew how he was looking at. And they called Squall oblivious. At least he knew when he was being stared at. He gave a mental scoffed. “Never mind, cowboy.”

Zell got some more hotdogs. When the hell did he even get up? He shoved some into his mouth and ate contentedly.

“Would you stop doing that?” Seifer asked with a roll of his green eyes.

Zell stopped, looking confused. “Stop what?”

Seifer smirked. “Stop moaning around the hotdog. Hm, you must really enjoy hotdogs.”

Zell's face was blank, then he noted how Seifer said that. There was a suggestive tone to the taller man's voice. Zell flushed in embarrassment. “Shut up!”

“What?” Seifer said as innocently as he could. “Well, it looks that wa--” He was cut off by a jab to his ribs. He winced and rubbed his abused side and sent a glare to Squall, who was the one who did it.

“Ha!” Zell laughed and grinned.

“Shut it, wuss,” Seifer said, smirking when Zell growled at him.

“Bastard,” Zell sent him a look and when back to his food. Seifer was starting to piss him off. That wasn't unusual though, he always pissed him off.

Beside Seifer, Quistis shook her blond head.

“Hey, Squall?” Seifer asked suddenly, startling the boy.

“Huh?”

“Wanna train later?” Seifer and Squall still fought, though it was just 'cause they liked to.

“Sure,” he nodded with a smirk.

“I would fight chickie here, but I'd win too easily,” the tall blond said casually.

“What—hey! Like hell. I could whip you.”

Seifer's mind went off when he said that. “Sure you could,” he replied after he shook off the mental images in his mind of Zell whipping him.

“I could!” Chicken stood up. “Wanna go, Almasy?”

Seifer stood up and grinned in his face. “Anytime.... chicken-wuss.”

“Sit down you two,” the ex-instructor said.

Zell huffed. “I could beat you.” He sat down.

“Uh huh,” Seifer scoffed. “I'm still waiting for when you do.”

“You're such a bastard, you know that,” he sent a glare Seifer's way. Seifer only smirked and sat back down. He heard him mumble something about arrogant bastards who are too damn cocky. And the he could do beat him.

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

Those words did sting Seifer a little, but he didn't let it show on his face. “Tch, wuss.”

“Okay, I'm gonna head off. I promised Selphie I'd go shopping with her,” Irvine said as he stood up.

They all gave him looks.

“What?”

More looks.

“What!”

“You... shopping?” Seifer barked out a laugh, causing everyone to look at him.

“Hey, I'll have you know I like to shop.”

He laughed harder.

“Oh, fuck off, Seifer.” He left them.

“Calm down, Seifer,” Zell rolled his eyes, though he was also amused that Irvine was going shopping. He had never heard Seifer laugh that way before. He usually only chuckles. As for smiling; they're usually only smirks, or he glares. He watched Irvine go, following his every movement. Seifer sobered up and glared.

“What's with the glare, Seifer?” Zell inquired, stunning Seifer into realizing he was doing so. He hadn't though he was, or he just thought nobody else would notice.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“I saw you glaring,” he pointed out with a smirk.

“I was not,” the blond gunblader said in defiance.

“Sure,” the tattooed boy drawled with a grin.

“Shut it, chickie, if you know what's good for ya,” Seifer glared at him.

“Must you call me that?” he questioned, annoyed.

“Let me think about that,” Seifer pretended to think it over. “Yes.”

“Hyne,” Zell groaned and shook his blond head in a way Seifer thought was cute.

Seifer chuckled. “Aw, it's so fun to mess with you.”

“Can't you pick on someone else,” he asked with a raised brow. “Like... someone other than me?”

“Nope!” Seifer grinned, showing perfectly white teeth. “I live to tease you, chicken.”

He rolled his eyes and ate his remaining hotdogs. “You need a hobby.”

“I got one,” Seifer told him. “It's fuckin' with you.” Then he grinned. “What more could I want for a hobby? It's fun pissin' you off.”

“Well, you need a different one.”

“Nah, I like this one.”

Seifer knew he was getting to him, but that's what he loved to do. He looked at Zell, who was still eating until his finished.

“Quit staring.”

“What?” He hadn't noticed he was still doing it. “I wasn't staring at you. Don't flatter yourself.” Seifer knew that was a blatant lie, but he wasn't going to blurt that out; he had too much pride for that. Damn, chicken, always having to look so damn good. Although, he would like to just be able to say it to him, though it was rejection and his pride that stopped him from saying it. Plus, he liked Irvine. First, he had to get his mind off of Irvine. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Hm,” Zell looked him over. Was Seifer really staring at him? He wasn't totally sure what that meant, but decided to not dwell on it, and he stood up. “Almasy.”

“Dincht.”

Dincht sighed. “I'm headin' off.”

“What, already have enough hotdogs?” Seifer smirked at him, his eyes teasing.

“Fuck off,” he scowled at the cocky bastard.

“Alright, Zell, we'll see you later.”

He turned to Quistis and smiled. “Yeah! See ya.” He walked off, shooting another glare at the still smirking Seifer.

Seifer eyed him as he walked off, loving the way Zell moved. He inwardly cursed. He didn't want to be obvious. He quickly looked away, hoping no one noticed.

“Later, Almasy.” Squall said when he stood up.

“You're on, Leonhart,” he said challenged with his usual smirk at the smaller man.

“Whatever,” he nodded and left. “Almasy.”

 

A/N: Okay, I wanted to do this. Actually, it just popped into my head. But, I checked over my work, but it there are mistakes, feel free to let me know. I tried hard to make this a good chapter. Well, I hope you like it! Please read and review! Let me know what you think. :) No flamers.