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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 3

“I can't believe I have to go on a mission with you,” Zell huffed, folding his strong arms across his chest. They were on the Ragnarok, heading to Timber for their mission Squall sent them on. And, of course, Zell was less than happy, which didn't really surprise Seifer. Though, he was perfectly happy with this little arrangement Squall made.

“Aw, come on, chic—I mean, Zell,” Seifer corrected his words, clearing his throat. He was going to attempt to be nice to the spiky haired, good looking blond. Plus, he didn't really wanna fight with the shorter man, though as fun as it may be. “It's not so bad.”

Zell snorted and rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

“Well, we might as well get along, right?”

Zell gave him an odd look, wondering where this sensible Seifer Almasy was coming from all of a sudden. “Uh,” was all he could say.

The taller man just sighed and scratched his head. He knew Zell would be skeptical of this. Was it so hard to believe that Seifer wasn't always such an ass that everyone believed him to be? He can do nice. He just hadn't a reason to be.... until now, anyway. He looked over at Zell and smiled, shocking him even more.

“Hyne, Zell,” Seifer gave an annoyed growl. “I'm not always an ass, you know?

“Huh, could of fooled me. It's just, I've never known you to be nice. So, it's kinda hard ta believe,” was his response.

“Whatever,” he gave up, sighing.

“Now you sound like Squall.”

“Fuck off, chicken-wuss.”

The shorter of the two growled and huffed, refusing to dignify that with any sort of response. He wouldn't let Seifer get to him. He wouldn't let Seifer get to him. That played like a mantra in his head. He saw Seifer starring at him and frowned. What was that look in his eyes? It wasn't a look that he was use to. It was weird, but he decided against saying anything about it. So, he opted for looking out the window and ignoring Seifer.

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“Hyne dammit,” came the muttered curse from Zell.

“Oh, it's not that bad, Zell.”

“What?” He was confused. Here that had a hotel room, which only had one bed. This was not how he wanted to be spending their time in Timber. Why were they sharing a room, to which only had one bed, much to Zell's dismay. “There's only one bed.”

“And?” he cocked an eyebrow, smirking. “What's the matter, chicken? Afraid I'll do something to you?”

Zell jumped, eyes wide. “W-what? No, that's—“

“Come down. It was a joke,” the taller man rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Seriously, Zell. It's not a big deal. The bed's big enough for both of us.”

Zell noted that that was the second time within five minutes that Seifer had said his name. Zell was still unsure about sharing a bed with the cocky man, but realized he hadn't got much of a choice. It was either this, or he would sleep on the floor. Seifer then appeared behind Zell, somehow without Zell noticing, and jumped.

“Hyne, wuss, what's the fuck's your problem?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

Seifer just shrugged, as if showing he didn't really care, which was a lie. “Sure. I'm gonna get something to eat.” He looked at Zell. “You want anything, princess?” he just couldn't resisting making some remark.

As expected, he got a heated glared. “Fuck off, you asshole.” Then he sighed. “Yeah, get me whatever you're getting, I guess.”

“Okay.” Refraining from saying anything more that would piss the other man off, he walked out the door and went to get their food.

As Seiefer walked out and shut the door behind him, Zell sighed. So far, this wasn't as bad as he thought it was gonna be. Sure, Seifer was still teasing him, but, not as bad, he guessed. So, maybe he could get through this mission. But, damn, only one bed? How the hell did that even happen? There were two of them. Maybe he would sleep on the couch or something. For some reason, he didn't feel that comfortable sleeping in the same bed with Seifer.

Zell got up from his place on the bed and decided to take a look around their motel room. It was nice, and also it was a decent size room, too. Zell did like to have a decent size room. So, this was good. He ran a hand through his hair, thinking. He didn't know how well he and Seifer would get along, but he was willing to at least give it a shot and try and be civil, if Seifer was.

His thoughts trailed back to Garden. He wondered what they were doing; what Irvine was doing—Irvine... Hyne, why couldn't Squall have sent him and Irvine?

Well, he was here now, so no use bitching about it.

“Dincht,” Seifer saying his name caused him to jump a little. “Hyne, chicken. You need to loosen up.” Seifer smirked at him, looking predatory. “I could help you with that.”

“What?!” Zell spluttered and gaped at him.

“Lighten up.” He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “If you're gonna act like a prissy little girl, then you can sleep on the couch.”

“Fuck you,” Zell snapped. “I am not acting like a prissy girl.” He glared.

“Right,” Seifer said, giving him an odd look. “Here, I brought your food.” He handed it to him and he began eating.
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They were walking in the forest just outside of Timber, looking for the thing they were sent after. It had been a long day for the two boys, and both were pretty tired by this point. They had been out here for several hours, and still had no luck. Hell, they thought this mission would be easy enough, but turns out it was more difficult then either man had thought.

Zell was kinda lagging behind, arms crossed, and a frown marring his features. Seifer, every one in a while, would glance back at him, which Zell had noticed.

“Zell, hurry up! If you wanna get this done, then we'd better get going,” Seifer told him, smirking that fucking smirk of this that pissed Zell off. He walked off into the forest deeper, leaving the shorter man behind.

“Shut up, asshole. Hey!” Zell shouted and went after him. “Hyne. I'm starting to think that Squall just sent us on a wild chase,” he muttered to himself, but loud enough for Seifer to hear him.

Seifer scoffed and continued forward, Zell following behind him. “Come on, chickie,” he said as he walked onward.

Zell glowered. Why had the brunet gunblader sent them here again? So far they have found nothing. Nothing at all. Why couldn't they send something else on this stupid mission, Zell thought to himself, speeding up slightly as to not lose the other man ahead of him. “Dammit, Seifer. You're walking too fast.”

“I am not,” Seifer called back, grinning. “Your legs are just to short to keep up.”

“Hey! They are not! Maybe your legs are just too long,” Zell said back, scowling.

“No. You're just a short ass,” the blond gunbladist said casually, as if commenting on the weather. He shrugged.

“Bastard,” the other one hissed, crossing his arms again as he continued walking. “I am not.”

“Sure,” Seifer scoffed, rolling his jade eyes. “Let's just keep going, shorty.”

“Hyne!” Zell raised his fist threateningly towards the taller blond, eliciting a chuckle from the other.

“Put that away...” Seifer glanced at him to see his reaction. “Unless you want to put that to good use.”

As expected, Zell's face flared up and he glared. Seifer loved getting reactions from the smaller man; it made his day. There was nothing more entertaining then Zell all flustered. He gave the best expressions that Seifer loved to see. What's more interesting and sexy than Zell, getting all flustered and blushed? Nothing.

“Dick,” Zell snapped.

Seifer chuckled and nodded his head forward. “Come on, just a little further. Then we can call it a day and try again tomorrow.” Seifer's suggestion was actually a good one.

“Fine,” Zell sulked. Still glaring at the bastard ahead of him.

Zell continued to walk behind him, not really paying much attention to the other man at this point. Why should he? Seifer was just an ass as usual. It irked the shorter man how Seifer can get him riled up so easily. He never understood how he managed to do that. He just had little to no patience with this man who would constantly tease him and call him chicken-wuss. He knew that the blond headed bully did it just to piss him off.

Grumbling to himself, Zell followed him, not seeing anything as he was sp wrapped up in how own thoughts, and he bumped into Seifer, who just stood rooted to the spot he was in. “Hyne bastard. Next time, fucking warn me,” he snapped, moving away a little for the other man.

“Shut it, wuss. Be quiet...” Seifer pointed ahead of them. Something lay far off in the distance, but close enough to be noticed.

Zell looked to where Seifer was pointing and frowned. “What the hell is that?”

“Dammit, Dincht. Shut up,” Seifer hissed to him. They had to be quiet so the monster wouldn't see them there. If they wanted to get it, they would have to try sneaking up on it. “Unless you want it to see us.”

“Hm.” Zell frowned more, watching the thing, who looked to be sleeping. He walked a little closer, trying to get a better view of what it was.

“What are you doing?” Seifer demanded in a whisper, grabbing his arm. “You're going to get us caught.”

Zell rolled his eye and snatched his arm away for the ex-knight. “I will not. I'm just trying to take a closer look. Maybe scan the thing, too.”

All Seifer did was frown. “Whatever, you better not get us caught, chickie.”

“Asshole.” Zell walked closer and started to cast scan, but before could, he lost his footing on a slant in the ground that neither of them had noticed. He went down with a startled gasp. He saw when the monster's head snapped up, growling at the intruders.

Shit.

“Zell!” Seifer called out, going over and helping the other man to his feet. “It saw us, too.”

Zell nodded, scampering up quickly. They saw it coming towards them and Seifer drew out his gunblade, Hyperion, ready to take this beast out. Zell, like Zeifer, readied himself, pumping his fists. “Seriously. What the fuck is that thing?”

“I don't know,” was the only reply he got before he lept forward, aiming at the thing that was coming towards them. He missed, cursing as he did. Dammit, this thing was fast. Faster than they would have thought it would be.

“Zell!” Seifer called out, jumping up, aiming his gunblade at it's side. Hard. Seifer smirked as Hyperion cut into it's skin, hearing the thing roar in rage and pain. He was caught off guard, however, when it unexpectedly swung it's tail, hitting Seifer square in the chest, hard enough to send him flying a few feet. He winced as his body was tossed roughly. He began to sit up, but it prevented him from doing so. Teeth snapping, roaring, one of it's' large feet was on his chest.

“Seifer!” Zell ran over to him, alerting the monster of his presence once again. Dammit. The thing was on Seifer about to tear him to shreds. “Fuck!” Zell cursed loudly. He saw it sink it's teeth into the tanned mans' skin, hearing a scream of pain coming from Seifer.

Seifer was struggling to get free. His gunblade had been knocked out of his hands when it whacked the tall blond a few feet. So now he was pretty much defenseless. Seifer was breathing hard, blood pooling around his stomach. He was quickly losing consciousness.

“Dammit.” He heard Zell swear. He swung his right leg, kicking the thing as hard as he could manage. It worked as the thing got off of a now barely conscious Seifer. He saw it reeling back, roaring. It swung at him with it's awfully big tail, but Zell quickly moved out of the way of the oncoming bow that probably would've left him like Seifer, and there couldn't be two down and not able to fight. He saw this as his opportunity and landed a particularly hard blow to it's head, knocking it unconscious.

“Seifer?” Zell called to him when he went over to him. He bent down, observing the state his partner was in. There was a very large gash in his stomach and blood was coming out, fast.

“Zell?” Seifer gasped out. It hurt him to move... to breath even.

“Hey! Don't you pass out on me, man,” Zell looked worried.

“Didn't... didn't know you cared, chickie.”

“Shut up and hold still. I'm gonna cast cure on you.” Zell put his hands over Seifer abdomen and worked on curing him. It worked—well slightly, but not enough to be considered that he was good to walk on his own.

“Zell...”

“We gotta get you to the hospital.” Zell frowned and tried to help the other man up, who winced.

Seifer frowned, not liking the idea of being in a hospital. “No. I'll be fine.”

“Like hell, Seifer! Look at you; you can barely stand.”

Seifer scowled. “Whatever.”

The tattooed boy rolled his eyes. “Come on.” He led Seifer away to get him checked out.
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Author's Notes: Okay. I finally have the third chapter written. It took me a long time and I worked really hard on this, soo, please be nice. The mission probably wasn't that good, but I tried my best to give a decent mission. I will try not to take long on the fourth chapter. Well, reviews are welcome and I'd like to know what you think of this chapter.
I will go over mistakes later. Let me know what you think.
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