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Lightning.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eoko: Okay, I�m sorry. -_- If I don�t see Kitty
every day it seems, for whatever reason, I seem to forget what day it is, and
thus when I have to update this fic. Anyway, since I
forgot yesterday and Kit�s away today I won�t bore you with babble. Here�s the
chapter.

Chapter, The Sixteenth: In Which Zell�s Class Centers.

Zell was busy spending his Tuesday making a mess of Seifer�s
room.� Actually, he was busy looking
through a large number of books that were spread all around.� He wanted to find the simplest explanation
for the techniques and moves he was going to be teaching his class.

Of course, he would be demonstrating, so they would see the
move, but a straight forward explanation was always useful.

Seifer had left the insane little blonde alone for a few
hours to train, coming back to find the room even more of a mess than it had
been when he left, and Zell standing in the center, working on perfecting the
moves to match the descriptions.

The taller blond leaned against the door after it had
closed, watching the little fighter.� He
always seemed so much older when he was practicing or fighting.� He looked a great deal more serious as well.� Seifer was sure that after seeing Zell like
this, no one would even think to question him.

Half way through a move, Zell turned to face the door.� Spotting Seifer he stopped and smiled.� �Hey, good work out?�

�Not really.� Just the
training center, you know.� How about
you?� Have fun wrestling the tornado that
came through here?�

Zell looked around and grinned nervously.� �I�ll clean it up.�

�You had better, or I�ll leave it and come live in your
room.� You�ve been at this for
hours.� You�ll do fine.� Now pack these up while I take a
shower.�� And with that Seifer went into
the bathroom.

Blue eyes looked over all the books around Seifer�s
room.� He didn�t need to be going over
all this again.� He�d been reading these
things for the last four years.� He�d
been practicing and using the techniques for nearly as long.� He�d been in martial arts since he was
seven.� But teaching a whole class� It
was stressful.� He didn�t know Quistis
had done it, and how she was doing it again.

He started closing the books and piling them up.� He could return several of them to the
library, the rest he decided he�d keep, just to have so he didn�t freak out or
anything over some little tiny matter that really wouldn�t do anything in the
long run.

Seifer walked out of the bathroom a few minutes after Zell
finished tidying up, a jade towel slung around his hips.� �That looks better.�

�So do you,� Zell commented, turning to look over his
shoulder.� �Grat
blood just doesn�t complement your eyes.�

Seifer snorted and walked over to his dresser to find some
clean clothes.� He dropped the towel to
pull on a pair of boxers and Zell, of course, looked.� Sure, Seifer was his friend but he was
a very good looking man as well.

Zell grinned to himself, going back to the books, sorting
them between keeping and returning.� They
spent the rest of their day hanging out, watching television, going for a walk,
Seifer telling Zell he was going to do fine teaching the class time and time
again.

- - -

It was Wednesday morning and an unsightly hour at that.� Especially when you didn�t have missions or
classes because you were teaching one that ran in the evening.� Zell paced the room.

Well, he wasn�t pacing exactly.� He was heading to his door before he thought
better of it and moved back toward his desk or bed.� In one hand a little card was trying to avoid
being worried to death between his nervous fingers.

Zell took a deep breath, tore a rectangle of tape off of his
tape dispenser and fixed it to the top of the card before heading out of his
room.� He glanced up and down the hall
then headed off, carefully to Irvine�s.�

He didn�t want to be caught sneaking around there,
especially if anyone found the note.� But
wearing the helmet in and out of his room was just about as dangerous.� He looked around the corner of the hall that
lead down to Irvine�s dorm� no one was around.

Zell lifted up the little card, looking at it once more
before moving quickly down the hall to stand in front of Irvine�s door.� Another quick glance around and he stuck the
note to the side closest to where it opened, and at Irvine�s eye level.

As soon as that was done he zipped off down the hall and
headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.�
He was almost positive not a single person saw him anywhere near
Irvine�s dorm with the note.� He could
write off any other reason for being there as his common teasing,
but if they knew about the note, he�d be in trouble.

- - -

Anasha, and Harada were meeting
Irvine at his dorm, and the three were going to head to the quad to work on
Zell�s morning stretches in the fresh air.�
The two girls were chatting as Harada knocked on the door, neither of
them noticing the note until the door started to open and they looked up to
greet Irvine, white catching the corner of their eyes.

�What was that?� Anasha asked,
looking to where the door had disappeared into the wall.

�I dunno,� Harada replied, looking
at the same place.

Irvine craned his head around the door, cocking a brow at
them.� �What are you, like, lookin� at?�

�Irvy, close the door, there�s
something on it.�

Another cock of the brow before he leaned
back into his room and hit the button to close the door.

�Okay!� Got it!�� Harada said
excitedly, and Irvine opened the door again.

�I�m almost afraid to read it� will
you?� Please?�� Irvine asked, eyes clearly displaying the
desperation in his voice.� He didn�t need
written abuse from the Blonde Brigade now too.

The two girls leaned their heads together and read over the
note.� �Who�s Rubedo?�� Harada asked.

�Isn�t he that weird guy that sang with his motorcycle hel- hey!�� She
squealed as Irvine plucked the note from their hands.

/Irvine,
Maybe I�m being too bold, but� I like
seeing you.
We only ever meet on a whim, by total
accident�
If you, maybe, wanted to hang out some
time,
give me a call.� Just
tell me where and when and
I�ll come find you, okay?
~ Rubedo
555-3363/

Irvine blushed lightly and pocketed the note, looking up at
the two girls.� He cleared his throat and
stepped out into the hall.� �So?� Are we goin�?�

Anasha tilted her head to the
side, Harada grinned, and the two linked arms with the cowboy, minus coat and
chaps, and headed for the quad.

- - -

Zell sat at the front of TRA.� It was about fifteen minutes until class, but
he wanted to be there early, before all the students.� Didn�t want everyone to be
milling about in the hall waiting for him to get his arse
into gear.

The class started coming in at about five to four.� Zell was happy to see that they had listened
to him and were wearing appropriate clothing, or, appropriate enough.� Despite the flexibility they offered, Zell
would not chose brightly colored spandex, like the tight-pants wearing guy and
a few girls were in.� Okay, so he could
let the girls off, but Mr. Uber-gay was going to be
amusing.

The Cadets and Irvine were the last in, or so Zell thought
doing a quick count of the heads in the room.�
He reached over for his attendance list and began to call out names.

�Amyas Ace, Terry Alfang,
Adeline Amarado,
Amber Amarado, Dante Anastagio,
damn that�s a lot of A�s.�� Each named
was followed by some way of saying they were in class.

�Anasha
Birch, Illo Ditermin, Amaeo Doome, Alyse
Eotwawki, Rikan Fawns,
Alicia Inglacias, Ken�ichi Yukio, Irvine Kinneas, Mashiro Kano, Sheylan Lancaster, Ricky Morten, Feliz Navidad,
Rikusa Harada, Hiro Satry, Takahashi Kinki,
Yayoi Kinkuchi.�

Zell looked the list over once more.�
Everyone had shown up, that was good.�
�Okay, there are a lot of Centrians in this
class, so let me ask now.� Do instructors
go by your first or last names?�

The last student to be called raised his hand, and Zell nodded to allow
him to speak.� �Our instructors go by our
last names.� Only close friends go by our
first.� And our last name is written
first on the roll call.�

�Well, of course.� To make it more difficult.�
So, you�re Yayoi then?� the teen nodded.�
�Okay, great.� If I call you �yaoi� I swear it�s not on purpose.�� The class giggled, chuckled and laughed.� Yayoi made a face like he�d gone through that
for quite a number of years. (1)

�Alright then, everyone into your pairs and spread out, Irvine, you can
find a free spot at the front.� We won�t
need to do any pairs work right now.�

Everyone, including Zell, got to their feet and spread out around the
room.� �If you�ve had any experience with
martial arts, or dance, right off the bat, you�ll have this easier- unless you
really sucked during that, and then you�re just like all the other beginners.� Girls will have this easier also, because
their center of gravity is lower to the ground than it is for men.� Short men have a bit of an advantage- yay me.� Tall men are
going to have problems until they get the basics down.�

Irvine and about five other males in the class frowned.� Goddamn center of gravity.

�I want everyone to close your eyes- yes, I know this sounds lame.� Do it anyway.�
Now, slowly move so you are standing on one foot.�� Zell waited as the class slipped, fumbled and
constantly dropped back onto two feet.�
�If you�re losing it, try slower.�
Focus on the three points of the foot on the ground: the big toe, pinky
toe, and heel.� They are your anchor.�

Most of the class was finding their inability to do this task rather
amusing, and really, Zell was too.� But
it was time to gather them back together for another go.� He clapped his hands twice.� �Okay, open your eyes and back to two feet.�

�I know, that seemed incredibly stupid and pointless, but it
isn�t.� It�s fundamental.� Watch.�� Zell closed his eyes and drew one foot off
the floor immediately, not wobbling a millimeter.� He lifted onto the tip-toes of the foot on
the ground, then bent at his knee, leapt, flipped, and
landed back on the same foot.� He
returned to both and opened his eyes.

�I don�t expect you to be doing things like that, but the key in
balance, to center yourself in your surroundings and be aware of them.�

Okay, so now the class was staring too much to pay attention.� Another two claps of the hands.� �Eyes closed, again.� Slowly.� Very slowly.� Be aware of yourself, of your feet on the
floor, of the floor.� If one foot gets
tired, slowly switch to the other.�

Almost half an hour later, the majority of the class was doing much
better with the centering exercise, which pleased Zell quite a bit.� The more they did it, the faster they could
use it.� He walked over to Illo and lifted a hand.

�Touch me and die, Zell,� Illo said, eyes not
even flicking open.

�Good,� Zell said grinning.�
�Good.� You�ve done this before.�

�Yes, but I�m not saying where.�

�Ballet,� Harada said, stretching her free leg behind her and upward.� She didn�t lose her balance or hit anyone.

�Harada!� Illo hissed at her.

Zell chuckled.� �I should call
you Rikusa, right?�

�Mhmm.�

�If I need other students to perform demonstrations for me, I�ll asked you two I think, alright?�

�Sounds good to me.� Hn, Zell, over to the right.�

Zell looked over to his left, which was Illo�s
right, and headed over to the wobbling student to give him a few more tips.

�After another five minutes Zell
was back in front of the students.� �Alright everyone.�
Open yours eyes slowly.� I think
you�ll find the room quite bright all of a sudden.� Now, since I don�t want to overly bore you
with techniques like that, we�ll move onto something more practical.�

Zell pulled out several boxes and stood behind them.� �Wooden training swords for those that use
sword-like weaponry; skipping ropes for all those following Quistis and Selphie
too much; plain, light poles for staff, pole, swallow and halberd users.� Shurikens and
blaster edges will get frisbees- cool, huh? And,�
Zell turned to look at Irvine.� �Irvine
gets a baton, since all he�ll be doing is pointing it at me.�� Zell grinned.�
�Alright, find you imaginary weapons.�

Zell walked up to Irvine and handed him the baton, eyes laughing the
whole time.

�What�s, like, so funny?�

�I feel like I�m five again, pretending toys are weapons.� I�ll be with you in a moment.�

He turned back to the class to give out his instructions.� �Alright.� Here�s what I want you to do.� Each of you knock
your partner�s weapon from his or her hand five times.� Then switch.�
When you lose your weapon, I want you to do the first thing that comes
into your mind, within limits.� And
please, lose the weapon easily since this is to determine reaction after losing
it.� I�ll be observing to see where we
stand as a group.� Ready?� Begin.�

Zell went back to Irvine and knocked the �gun� from his hands.� The first thing Irvine did was look where the
�gun� had gone.� �Wrong,� Zell said
gently, his hand in a loose fist near the sharpshooter�s face when he looked
back.

Irvine bit his lip and went to get the baton.�

The second time Zell knocked it away Irvine focused on not looking at
it, but was paying too much attention to that to miss
Zell�s move again.� �Give me a moment to
watch the others, Irvine.�

Zell made a quick circuit around the room to catch the last moves of
the first partners and first moves of the second.� He then returned to Irvine.

The cowboy looked him in the eyes, getting a little fed up with
this.� Who cared about the baton?� He was going to lose it anyway, so he might
as well focus on what to do after.� As
soon as it left his hand Irvine swung the opposite hand toward Zell, who caught
the fist in his palm.� �Good.�

Zell made a move to Irvine�s right and he stepped away from it without
even realizing.� �Very good,� the fighter
said, and Irvine had to smile a little.�
Why wasn�t Zell always like this?�
Instructor Zell was a lot nicer than teasing, bastard Zell.

Irvine pulled his hand back and retrieved the baton while Zell went
back to the front of the room.� �Alright.� Now, all of
you either looked at your weapon when you lost it, or wanted to look at
it.� You look at your weapon, you�re dead.� It�s that simple.� Near the end you reacted better, but that was
because you completely disregarded your weapon from the beginning.�

�You can�t forget about your weapon.�
You have to constantly be thinking.�
You have to ask yourselves questions.�
At what angle was I hit?� At what strength?�
What type of surface am I on?� In
what direction has my weapon gone?�

He picked up a wooden sword and held it in his hands.� �If an attack comes from below and forces the
sword up,� he arched it and held it where it would land in the ground.� �And you were on terrain that was soft
enough, or your weapon was sharp enough to go into, it will stay there, and
after disposing of, or escaping from the enemy, you can retrieve it.�

�You do not have to look directly at something to see it coming.� And you will feel the direction in
which the weapon leaves your hands.�

Zell put the sword away.�
�Alright, now I want you to put the play-weapons away and line up in a
straight line, on the far wall, facing me.�

Zell went to the center of the room and waited for the students to line
up.� �After this, I suggest you have a
long bath, shower, or get a professional massage.� I�ll pay for the massage if you go to Relax
and Sea in Balamb.� We�re going to
spend the rest of class working on the roll dodge.� It�s pretty much just a summersault where you
roll on your shoulder instead of your back.�
It�s quick and easy to get back to your feet.� So, now I�ll demonstrate, once quickly, once
slowly.�

�He turned his back to the
students, took two quick steps and then tucked and rolled on his right
shoulder.� He came back to his feet,
grinning over his shoulder before executing the same move at a slower speed,
commenting on where the roll should start and end to minimize irritating the
muscles.

�Obviously, if you�re in the middle of an adrenalin rush, you aren�t
going to feel any discomfort at all while doing this move.� However, by the end of today, you should be
fairly sore.� Now, I want you all to work
on the first part of the roll, which is the tuck, contact and roll to the point
you land on your butt.� Start slowly, remember to tuck your chin right against your chest,
and alternate from right to left.�
Begin.�

By the time class was over everyone was quite good at the roll dodge,
and were rubbing their shoulders, no matter how macho they acted.� Zell was smiling brightly and handing out Relax
and Sea business cards, which all had �Sent by Zell Dincht� written on the
back, ensuring that the bill would be put on Zell�s tab, and that the card
would be taken at the counter.

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1.� The WHOLE name thing:� Alyse is short for
�Apocalypse�, Amaeo is short for �Armageddon�, Eotwawki is �End Of The World As
We Know It�, Doome is self explanatory.� Fawns is �Fucking Arse/Ass With No Sense� because I don�t like him, and Kit
also says because he fawns over Irvine.� Centrians are from the Almaj
Mountains and Lolestern Plains, and follow what little
I know of Japanese stuff, and then shit I made up.� Ricky Morten is a
Duh too as is Feliz Navidad.� And Amarado is suppose to sound vaguely like �Amaretto�.
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