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My Chicken-wuss	By : Seiferlover86 Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Zell Views: 1014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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My Chicken-wuss
Chapter 2

The two boys were in the training center, fighting. Both boys were a sweating, panting mess, with sweat coating their foreheads. Seifer and Squall went came there earlier and decided to train, being that they said they would. This is what they loved to do in their spare time, when Squall wasn't stuck behind his damn desk. Though, he was there a lot of the time, what with being the Commander and all. He works hard, Too hard in Seifer's opinion.

Seifer charged the lithe brunet and with a grin, aiming his Hyperion at his shoulder. Squall quickly ducked out of the way, nicking Seifer's shoulder in the process. That was only because he caught him off guard. The things with Seifer is, it's not too easy to catch him off guard. But, they were the only two who posed as a challenge for each other. They were equal in battle.

Squall went forward and jabbed him in his arm, which Seifer retaliated with by diving in and attacking his side with the hilt of his blade. “Come on, Leonhart. You're getting rusty.” Seifer loved to taunt him, it made him fight more better. It always irritated Squall when the bastard taunted him like he did.

“Shut up, Almasy,” Squall hissed at him with narrowed eyes. He charged ahead and faked a left, which took Seifer off, and he hit him, knocking him on his ass. Seifer grunted and smiled.

“I win,” Squall said and sheathed his gunblade, while trying to get his breathing regular. Seifer stood up and also put his gunblade away, strapping it to his belt. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair.

“You just got lucky.” He knew it was childish to say that, but he didn't care.

Squall rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Whatever.”

Training always wore them out, but they loved every minute of it. They regained control of their breathing, wiping the sweat off their faces with their hand. “Let's go again.”

“Seifer, we've been training for an hour, I think we can be done now,” Squall told him. Why Seifer insisted on doing it more was beyond Squall.

“But--” he started to protest, wanting to say he wasn't tired yet, which they both knew was a lie.

“Why don't you train with Zell?” he suggested with a smirk.

Seifer's eyes widened and then narrowed. “Now, why would I want to do that?”

“Hm,” Squall trailed off thoughtfully. “Maybe because you get to see him all sweaty--”

“Enough, Squally-boy. Don't make me have to hurt you,” Seifer warned, even though he knew Squall was right. It was nice to see the chicken sweating and out of breath. But, dammit, he wasn't going to give Squall the satisfaction of letting him know he was right, even though Squall already knew he was. Dammit, at times he wished Squall didn't know about his love for Zell; he uses it to against Seifer at times, probably to make him uncomfortable. Damn that Squall. Seifer shook his head and decided to not think about Zell at the moment, though it was hard not to.

He heard Squall chuckle and that snapped him back to what was going on. “Shut it, Leonhart,” he scowled at him.

“I don't see why you don't just ask him out already,” the brunet said, crossing his arms. He really needed a shower right now.

“I can't. I don't know if you've noticed or not, but he seems to like Irvine,” the blond gunblader said with a glare. He took note of how Squall's eyes seemed to narrow when he said that. That piqued his interest. Why would Squall narrow his eyes like that? There wasn't any way he could like the cowboy.... could he? “You like him, don't you?”

Squall's head snapped over to him and he glared. If that wasn't a yes. Seifer smirked. Now he could tease Squally-boy. Seifer laughed. “Wow, I never would've thought you'd like that cowboy, Squall.” He continued to chuckle, which made Squall blush, but he held his glare. He didn't say anything, though, which only proved Seifer was dead on in his assumption. Squall didn't do crushes; that Seifer knew. So, why he liked Irvine was beyond him. Hell, he was a flirt all the time, so he couldn't fathom why, Squall of all people, would like Irvine.

“I don't,” he finally said through clenched teeth. He would not admit it to Seifer. Though, he was sure the flush on his pale cheeks was confirmation enough for the tall blond. He didn't understand it, either honestly; he just did like Irvine. He knew Irvine was a flirt to all the girls. Plus, he didn't even know if he was gay or not. But, besides that, Squall wasn't sure if Irvine liked him at all in that way, and he wasn't one to just go a blurt his feelings out like an idiot. That wasn't something he was known to do, and he wasn't gonna start now.

And, Irvine never gave the impression he even liked any guys; it was always girls he flirted with, much to Squall disgust. He hated the way he would have to sit and watch him talk and flirt with any girl. Much like Seifer; he had too much pride to let it be known he was jealous.

“Yo, Squally,” he heard Seifer's voice. “Where'd you go?”

“Nowhere,” was his automatic response.

“Thinkin' 'bout that cowboy?” Seifer had his trademark smirk in place, knowing he was right.

“No,” the anti social boy denied. Though, he knew it did no good to lie to Seifer; he'd always seen right through Squall. That's why they were close. They were friends and rivals. He didn't know when his so called crush for the flirt started either.

“Yeah right,” the taller man smirked. “I don't see why you don't tell him already.” Seifer mocked Squall's words.

“It's different.” Squall inwardly cursed himself for saying that.

“How?”

“I don't even know if he's gay. At least with Zell you know he's gay,” Squall pointed out.

Seifer growled. “Yeah, 'cause he likes Irvine.”

Both men sighed and decided to rest for the evening. “Talk to ya later, Leonhart.”

Squall inclined his head as Seifer walked out. Deciding to do the same, Squall headed for the doors and walked out.

Seifer sighed as he walked along Garden halls. Yesterday, he had tired himself out, so he slept well last night. “Ah, if it isn't my favorite chicken-wuss.”

Zell's eyes flashed at the nickname he loathed. “Stop calling me that!” he huffed.

“I call it like I see it,” Seifer shrugged his broad shoulders. Zell was cute when he was riled up; Seifer could never resist doing it.

Zell sighed and crossed his arms. “What're you doin' anyways?”

“Nothin'. I'm just walking around.” Seifer was glad that his voice was normal when he was around Zell. It always was; he didn't want to admit to anything.

Zell opened his mouth to reply, but Squall's voice came from the intercom and he quickly shut his mouth and listened to Squall. Squall had said for Seifer and Zell to report to his office. They both let out sighs, wondering what Squall wanted with them. It wasn't unusual to be called to his office. They were still cadets, which meant they still have missions and all that. They both wondered if that was why Squall was calling them to his office. If so, Zell thought, why isn't he calling the others as well? He just decided to not question it, and he and Seifer made their way to Squall's office.

Zell was walking in front of the tall blond, while the taller blond was admiring the view from behind. Zell did have a fine ass, Seifer admired. Sure, Zell wore loose pants, but he could still see his ass in them, and he looked good. Seifer tore his gaze away from Zell's ass as he turned around to see Seifer walking behind him. He gave Seifer a questioning look, seeing the gunblader looking away. Seifer returned his gaze and just shook his head, shrugging off Zell's questioning look.

There was nothing wrong....

After a few minutes, they made it to Squall's office. They heard Squall tell them to come in so they did. “What's up, Squall?” Zell asked as he entered the room.

Squall met their looks and sighed. It was nothing too big; someone just requested a couple of seeds to take out a low level monster. And, he figured he could send Seifer and Zell; it will give them time to spend some time together. Plus, they were two of the best fighters here in Garden, besides himself of course. “I got a call from Timber.”

“Okay,” Seifer gave him a look to go on.

“They said there was a monster in Timber that they are requesting a couple of seeds for,” he continued his explanation.

Seifer nodded. “Okay. So, who's all going then?”

“You,” then he looked at the smaller blond, “and Zell.” he finished.

Seifer cocked his head to the side. “Shouldn't there be more going than us?”

Squall shook his head. “No. It's nothing big, so I'm just sending you and Zell. “

“Oh,” Seifer said in answer to that.

“What?” Zell spoke up for the first time since Squall finished talking. “I have to go with HIM?”

“Aw, I'm hurt, chickie,” Seifer held a hand over his heart, appearing wounded.

“I'm sure,” said chickie rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Zell. It's going to be the two of you. I expect the two of you to get along.” Squall gave them a look, and they knew he wasn't playing around. Missions, no matter how big or small; it was always better to work together.

“Can't you send somebody else,” Zell complained.

“Sorry. This is how it's gonna be,” said Squall with a tone that left no room for arguing. “You will leave in two hours.”

“Squall,” he whined. “I can't work with him,” he pointed at a smirking Seifer. “Can't you go instead?”

“No,” Squall scowled at the small blond for complaining. “It already set.”

“Aw, I promise I'll be good.” he leered at Zell, who instantly backed away from him. Seifer was loving every minute of this.

“Ha! You? Good?” the martial artist scoffed and folded his arms. “That's not possible.”

Seifer looked offended. “Hey, I'll have you know that I--” he thought about it for a moment, then sighed. “Fine. I'm an ass. It's who I am. Live with it chicken.”

Zell sputtered at Seifer. “Bastard.”

“Chicken-wuss,” was his instant retort.

Zell raised his fist threateningly at Seifer, who just seemed to be amused by it.

“Alright you two.” Squall ordered.

“See? I can't work with him!” Zell snapped out, earning himself a glare from the irritated brunet sitting at his desk. “He's an asshole.”

“You can and you will, Zell. I won't have anymore arguing over this. What's done is done.” He didn't have time for this.

“But--”

“You heard him, Zelly. There's nothing that can be done about it.”

Zell just growled but relented. “Fine,” he sighed.

“You are taking the Ragnarock. Now, go and get ready, Zell. Seifer?” Squall said and Zell left, still fuming.

“Squall.”

“I'm sending you two so you can spend more time together as well. But, you are two of the best here.”

“Hm,” Seifer smirked. So, there was another reason why he was sending them two. “Alright.”

“Seifer,” Squall called. “Try and be nice to him there.”

“Who me?” Seifer's eyebrow cocked. “But, it's too much fun to mess with him.”

The scared brunet rolled his blue eyes. “Right. Just.... be nice.”

“Where's the fun in that?”

“Seifer,” he growled.

Seifer sighed and nodded. “Fine. As you wish Commander.” He saluted him mockingly, causing Squall to scowl.

“Fuck off, Seifer.”

“Hm, maybe you can spend more time with Irvine, you know, since Zell won't be here.”

“Bye, Seifer.”

Seifer laughed on his way out. “How long is this mission anyways.”

“Just until you finally get rid of it,” was his only answer. Seifer nodded and walked out.

A/N: Okay, I'm changing things a little with this fic. And I will be making things up as well. So, I don't know if this is right. I'm not good with missions and shit, but I figured I could make one and have them bond during that time. So, I didn't make it a strong enough monster to have to have more than two seeds there, but it will still be strong enough. Well, please review if you want. NO flames though. If there are any mistakes, you can tell me if you want to.

So, I know the missions probably won't be the best, but it's something. Like I said, it's not something I'm really good with. So, you'll have to live with how I have it. Okay. :) And, at least I told you. And, I'm still stuck on what monster I should have. Hmm....
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