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Eoko: Dear freaking Hyne
you guys! I�m so sorry- again! If Kitty�s not around I tend to spend my time on
FFXI and on my linkshell�s Vent server so I forget
about the update! At least I only forget for about a day. But I�m still sorry.
You�re just all lucky when I was talking to Khitsicker
(heart heart) that I randomly checked my reviews and
then realized the date and the lack of my updating skillz.
-_- Sorry again, and here�s the next chapter.

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Chapter,
The Eighteenth: In Which Zell
is Called Out.

Zell drew the sheet a little
further up his body, ducking his head to hide his face under it, still blushing
brightly.

Seifer tore his eyes from the
embarrassed blond, looking out of the window instead.� He raised a hand to his mouth, clearing his
throat.� �I� uh, sorry,
Zell.� I
didn�t mean to.� I didn�t know you were�
busy.�

Zell�s cheeks flared up again,
mumbling into his sheets, �it�s alright, Seifer��

�I think I should go��
Even before Zell could answer Seifer had turned and left, the door swishing shut behind
him.� Seifer
grumbled, pulling his coat around him tight and mentally growling at naked-Rinoa-image which wasn�t staying as a naked-Rinoa-image.

Zell sighed, dropping the sheet to
pool around his thighs.� He lifted his
hands to cradle this face gently.� Well,
that had certainly been a new and embarrassing experience.� Not only that, but
being caught in the middle of pleasuring yourself happened to be a negative
stimulant� no kidding.

The little blond dragged himself off his bed and headed into
the bathroom for a nice hot shower.

- - -

Seifer sat back on his bed.� He�d quickly jumped into a cold shower, which
proved about as helpful as the thoughts of a nude Rinoa,
which you�d think would help.� Well,
maybe if she stopped changing into Zell Dincht touching himself it would
have helped.

He looked up at his ceiling.�
Of course he knew Zell was good looking, very
good looking in fact.� But despite that,
he hadn�t really thought about Zell in any way expect
as a friend.� He�d seen Zell looking at him sometimes when he dressed.� He sneaked a few peeks at the little fighter
too.� It didn�t mean anything� did it?

All of a sudden he was starting to come up with a few
theories about some of the fluttering and tight feelings that he got in his
stomach when he was around Zell.� Still, they seemed a bit far fetched to
him.� Him and Zell?� That
was an amusing thought.

- - -

Friday came quickly and Zell was
once again looking over books and notes and practicing moves.� Since they were going to move onto actual
combat today he heading into the training room over an hour early to loosen up
and work out the steps he�d be teaching his class.

He was in the middle of an intense twenty move sequence when
the class started to come into the room, eyes widening and sitting on the
ground to watch Zell until his battle-dance came to
an end.� As he finished applauds filled
the room.� The fighter blinked and looked
at his students.� Everyone, including
Irvine was clapping for him.

Zell laughed lightly and rubbed
the back of his neck, walking to the front of the room to get the role call and
calling out the names.� Everyone was there
again.� �So,� Zell
began, �how is everyone feeling?� Anyone still sore from Wednesday?�

A few people gave groans and nods, but the majority was
either fine, or faking it.� Didn�t matter though, because class was going to go on as
scheduled.� �I know some of you
headed off to get a massage.� I�m
glad.� You should be good and ready for
today.� Those that didn�t, eh, you�ll be
fine once you start moving.�

Zell looked over the class one
more time before starting to discuss the day�s lesson.� �Today we are going to start with another
technique that you will probably think is lame.�
But after that we�ll be moving onto some fighting, and combat
strategies.� The next two weeks will
consist of these as well as visits to the training center.� Can everyone please move into their pairs?�

Irvine came over to Zell a lot
more willingly than he had before.� Zell smiled and turned to address the class once more.� �Today�s technique involves eye contact.� I know you probably all think you use eye
contact effectively, but this isn�t for carrying a conversation.� This is for watching your opponent for their
next move, and being able to counter it without taking your eyes off
theirs.� Please, kneel on the ground and
face each other at as close a distance as you�re comfortable with.�

Zell knelt down and waited for the
others to do the same.� Irvine frowned
slightly.� He wasn�t very comfortable
being too close to Zell, and it was going to be so
obvious.

�Irvine,� Zell said quietly so the
rest of the class would not over hear.�
�I�m sure you want to be a bit further than the others are.� That�s alright.� Just make sure you�re comfortable.�

Irvine looked down at the ground, shifting to a place he
felt he was secure with.� He looked back
up at Zell who had turned his head to speak to the
class again.

�I want you to look only into your partner�s left eye.� Not both and not the rest of their face.� Don�t look at the rest of their face, just
focus on that one eye.� And don�t be
worried about anything being revealed.�
You�re not revealing anything to each other through this exercise.� You are just looking, understanding.� Let�s try.�

Zell turned to face Irvine,
smiling gently and focusing his gaze on the left sky blue eye.� Irvine seemed nervous, and Zell didn�t blame him. �After months of torment and trouble from Seifer and himself, he could understand why the
sharpshooter had problems focusing so intently on him.

Still looking at Irvine, Zell
spoke to the class again.� �Now, at
random I want you to make movements with your hands toward your partner.� Neither of you are to take yours
eyes off their current location- and nobody should have stopped to look
at me.�

Many that had quickly looked back to their partners and
found that they were either doing the same or sniggering at them.

�When one of you goes to make a move, I want the other to
block it.� Remember, eyes on each other
at all times.� Begin.�

Zell smiled slightly and through
his peripheral vision caught Irvine�s lips twitching a little.� This always was a fairly tricky exercise to
take seriously, especially at first.� He
was surprised when Irvine�s hand made the first move towards him.� However, he easily deflected it, smiling
wider.

After several batting of hands left and right by the group Zell got to his feet and called for a short break to shake
of the effects of looking at only one thing for so long.� Hazy edges to your gaze and watery eyes were
not so good when fighting.

After the break Zell started
working the pairs on using the skills they had learned over the past two
classes to retrieve lost weapons quickly and a few basic defensive and
offensive moves to use against their attackers.�
Although some students did use the roll dodge, no one was anywhere near
as sore at the end as they had been just two days ago.

Overall, Zell was starting to feel
comfortable teaching a class in this kind of a setting, one in which he knew
his surrounds, his material and his ability to teach others the skills they
needed.

- - -

Illo and Harada were chatting
alongside Irvine as the three headed back to the dorms, dropping Irvine off at
his before moving off towards their own.

Irvine went over to his desk, sitting in the chair to take
off his boots.� The note Rubedo had left sat on the desk next to the phone, catching
Irvine�s glance every few minutes when he was home, if you could call his dorm
his home.

He set the boots aside and picked up the note, reading over
it again.� It wasn�t a Garden designated
phone line, which meant it was either a home number, or one for a cell phone.� Irvine set the note back down and decided to
slip into the shower to wash off after his long class.

After his shower Irvine towel dried his hair, brushed it,
and braided it to keep it back from his eyes.�
He slipped into a comfortable pair of older jeans that still clung to
his sexy little arse and a top his friends called a
�tank top� but he continually corrected them, saying it was a wifebeater.

He dropped gracefully onto his bed and picked up on of his
text books, flipping to the current chapter they were studying and starting to
read.� The fact that the subject was
boring and repetitive didn�t help his focus.�
His eyes would keep glancing over to the little note on his desk before
snapping back to the book and re-reading the last sentence.

After about five pages of glancing to the side Irvine closed
the book, looking over at the note before picking it up and looking at it
again.� He eyes moved back and forth
between the number and his phone.

No, I shouldn�t.

Sssure, you ssshould.

Ssshut up.� Irvine
mocked.

He set it back down and picked up his book again, hoping to
be able to read without interruption now that he had made the decision not to
call.� Unfortunately this was not the
case.� His mind was racing with so many
things that had nothing to do with the text.�
Did he want to see Rubedo?� Especially after the last
encounter with him.� How good it
felt� What if Rubedo answered?� Would he able to hear the biker�s speaking
voice?� It was almost worth calling just
for that� but� should he?

The sharpshooter nibbled nervously on his lower lip, looking
at the phone again� then he just lunged for it and the note, lifting the
receiver to his ear and dialing the number quickly.

- - -

Zell was spending a quiet evening,
avoiding Seifer, in his room.� He lounged on the couch in front of the
television when his cell began ringing.� He
reached over to the side table and picked it up, flipping it open to check the
screen for the caller.

He smirked to himself and pressed the little green phone
symbol button to answer it.

Irvine let out a breath he didn�t realize he had been
holding when the ringing stopped.� He was
a little disappointed that there was no �Hello, Rubedo
speaking� or a simple �hi�.� �Um, Rubedo?� Uh, it�s Irvine.� I was wonderin� if
you� maybe, if you weren�t busy that is� I mean.�� He sighed frustratedly.� �I got your note� well, obviously, or I
wouldn�t have this number.� Want to hang
out?� Maybe in, like,
fifteen minutes in front of Garden?�

Zell pressed a button on the cell
phone.

It didn�t take too long for Irvine to understand the �one
for yes, two for no� system that he was using.�
�Okay, I�ll see you then.� Bye, Rubedo.�

Irvine hung up first, then Zell, flipping his phone closed.� The little blond smiled brightly.� This was as close as could be considered as
their first official date.� So Irvine
didn�t know who he really was.� A lot of
relationships are like that, aren�t they? Heh.

Zell went to get changed, into
another combination of things he rarely wore around Garden.� He checked himself over in the mirror before
checking the bedside clock.� Just over
five minutes until meeting time.� He
opened his door and looked both ways down the hall.� No sign of Irvine.� Good.�
He probably left to go to the meeting point right after he called.

Zell put the helmet on and headed
quickly to the car park, jumping onto his bike and starting it.� He drove out and sped around to the front
where Irvine was waiting, sitting on the concrete flower box outside the Garden
gates.

The cowboy got to his feet as the single light from the
motorcycle came closer and closer to where he waited.� He smiled, wrapping his duster around himself.

The biker pulled to the side of the street and popped the
back of the seat, pulling out the extra helmet Irvine was getting rather use to
wearing.� Irvine came over, taking off
his hat and putting it away before taking the helmet and putting it on.

The seat came back down and Irvine straddled the bike,
sliding up against Zell�s back and wrapping his arms
around his waist.� �Let�s go somewhere
calm and relaxin�,� Irvine suggested, and then they
were off.

They zipped down the road for a little ways, then Zell turned the bike off the path and they went flying over
the plains until they came to a stop at a grassy hill overlooking the ocean,
the beach a little to the left.�

Zell kicked the stand into place,
turned the bike off, then back on just to the point that allowed him to keep
the headlight on.

Irvine got up first, followed by Zell.� Irvine took off his helmet and set it on the
bike and took a sharp breath when a hand curled around one of his own, leading
him over to the hillside.

The two sat down and Zell pulled
out his trusty notebook and pen.� /I�m
glad you called./ he wrote, and shifted the book so
the light of the motorcycle hit it.

Irvine blushed faintly but smiled.� �I didn�t know if I should.�� He stayed quiet for a little longer, looking
like he wanted to say something else, but also too scared or nervous to.� �Was it really you?� The other day, I mean, at
the massage place?�

Zell smiled behind the visor,
nodding and lifting a hand to squeeze Irvine�s shoulder, rubbing gently.

Despite the deepening blush, Irvine leaned closer.� �It was really good.� I can�t remember the last time I felt that
relaxed and good.�

/My pleasure,/ he wrote with his
free hand.� /You made pretty sounds when
I massaged you./

Irvine cheeks flared up and he ducked his head, looking
away.�

Zell smiled wider, placing the
notebook in Irvine�s lap and winding his arms around the cowboy�s waist.� He could hear Irvine�s breath picking up
slightly, could almost feel the embarrassed heat
coming from the man in his arms.� He did
nothing more, allowing Irvine to calm down a bit and get comfortable.

�You�re so mysterious,� Irvine whispered, finding courage
enough to lean back into the strong embrace.�
�Why won�t you talk to me?�

/Don�t actions speak louder than words?/

�Pretty, but actions can�t speak.� They can only, like, demonstrate.� I wish you�d talk to me.� I wish you�d show me your face.�� Irvine�s hand trailed down to rest over one
of Zell�s.

/I� I will.� I will
eventually.� When the time is right, I�ll
show you who I am./

�I don�t want to wait though.� Not knowing makes it seem even longer than it
really is.�

/I want to show you who I am, but I can�t.� Not yet.�
But soon, I can promise I will soon./

Irvine fingers tightened around Zell�s
arm.� Why couldn�t he?� Why? �Why?� he whispered.

/Why can�t I show you?/ A nod.� /You�ll understand when the time comes./

He was frustrated.� Rikan was scaring him away from these new things he was
feeling.� It was becoming harder to deny,
considering his constant reactions to that book Rikan
gave him.� But on the other hand, Rubedo was making things so good that he almost felt like
giving in to all these new feelings right there and then.�

Zell put the pen down, moving an
arm from around Irvine and lifting his hand to push up his visor a little, to
the same point it had been when he sang.�
When Irvine turned slightly to question the removal of the warm arm
around him Zell�s lips came down on his.

Irvine�s eyes widened considerably, but quickly slipped
shut.� How long had he wondered about a
kiss from this man?� How long had he
compared ideas with the unwelcome advances of one Rikan
Fawns?

Rubedo was so gentle, so sweet and
caring.� Of course Irvine remembered
telling him about his torment from Zell and Seifer, and about Rikan hounding
him, and even about not being gay.� But
unlike Rikan, working to only please himself and get
want he wanted, Rubedo was patient and slow, letting
Irvine contribute to the kiss, to share it.

A small shiver ran up both their spines and Zell pressed his lips a little firmer to the sharpshooter�s
while still being a gentleman and keeping his tongue to himself, despite his
growing desire to just claim the delectable treat he was currently attached to.

Eventually the gentle kiss came to an end, both pulling a
little ways from each other.� Irvine�s
eyes slowly opening to that wide, innocent look that just stole Zell�s heart.� He
lifted a hand to stroke the gunman�s cheek, lips curling into an adoring
smile.� And Irvine�s cheeks began to glow
brightly again.
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