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Lightning.	By : KittyMeowMaxwell Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 667 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Warnings:
If you�re still reading, you already know: Yaoi, Seifer and Zell
bastardization, Irvine
torture, bad language etc, etc.
Disclaimer:
We do not own Final Fantasy Eight or any of its affiliates,
however, we do own the veritable flock of original characters that populate
this fanfic. We do not make money off what we write,
nor do we have any (owing to the fact that we�re uni
students) therefore, to sue us would be useless. Plus, Hicky
knows law. Ha! We�d beat your arse.
Pairings:
Aha! XD
Author�s
Notes:
From
Kitty: Sorry it�s been so long. With my time in Bendigo and then
without net, and Eoko�s recent uni-hell,
it kind of got put on the backburner. But here it is! Do enjoy!
Eoko: Paper, Self Assessment,
Action Plan, English skit, Vandalism presentation, two quizzes... and that was
all in ONE WEEK! -_-
Chapter, The Fourth: In Which Balamb is Visited.
Zell strode out of the
cafeteria and headed down the hall. As
he went he caught snippets of conversation about someone getting their nose
broken. That wasn�t really very
interesting, considering it was a fairly regular occurrence. When the words �blonde� and �scar� were also
brought into that same topic, things got a little more interesting.
The martial artist decided to
stop by the infirmary and ask Kadowaki if Seifer had
in fact been in with a broken nose. He
turned down the path and walked through the doors.
�Oh, hello Mr. Dincht, how can
I help you? Are you ill?�
�No no,
I�m fine. I was just wondering if Seifer
was here this morning?�
�Yes, he was. He had a broken nose. And I don�t believe it was monster inflicted
either.�
Zell�s eyes widened a
little. �You mean someone broke Seifer�s nose?�
She nodded and headed back to
her desk. �Yes, but he was adamant about
it being the work of a very sneaky Grat. I�ve seen almost every kind of Grat and T-Rexuar injury
possible, and this definitely was human inflicted.�
Zell busted up laughing right
there. Seifer had been caught off guard
and had gotten his nose broken. Once the
blonde had calmed slightly he smiled and waved a goodbye to the doctor before
heading out.
Wonder who got the guts to
clock Seifer one, other than me of course.
Should give the person a medal of bravery for pulling
a stunt like that.
He smirked to himself and went
off in search of Mr. Almasy to do a little taunting of his own.
- - - - - - -
Irvine glanced at his clock and closed his
books. Fifteen minutes was plenty of
time to get to class, even if he were to be confronted which he doubted after
his actions earlier this morning.
Seifer was probably trying to
think up some wonderful scheme to get him back for it too. Irvine
groaned at the thought and shook his head.
No, no, no, can�t think
about that. Water is strong against
fire. Junctioning
Sleep to attack is very useful against T-Rexuars. One way of organizing magic is
Restore-Indirect-Attack. Okay, okay,
better.
He poked his head out into the
hall, looking both ways before slipping out and heading to class. On his way he checked several times to make
sure he had all the necessary stationary.
His eyes darted about, hoping to avoid the blondes.
The breathed a sigh of relief
upon making it to his classroom without even a glimpse of them. Now he could relax and take the test with no
worries. He took a seat and brought out
his writing tools.
�Are you ready for the test?�
one of his fellow classmates asked him.
�Yea, I studied hard. I think I�ll do fine.� Irvine
smiled.
�Hey, some friends and I are
going to head out and celebrate if we do well.
Since the results will be posted by five we can go get a drink or
something. You up for
it?�
Irvine considered for a moment. Out with a group and away from a certain
duo. He couldn�t see a real downside to
it. �Sure, that, like, sounds great.�
�Cool, so we�ll see you in front
of the marks cabinet around 1730ish?�
�I�ll be there.� Irvine
looked up to the front of the room when their instructor entered.
Instructor Aki stepped to the
front of the room, a large stack of papers in his arms and turned to face his
students. �I do hope you�ve all prepared
for this exam. There will be no make up
test, and those who do not have exceptional reasons for not attending will
receive a zero. That said I will hand
out the exams. You may begin as soon as
you receive one.�
The instructor handed out
papers to those students in the front desks who handed the piles back. He sat down in the chair behind his desk and
took out a novel. �If you have any
questions regarding the exam, please do not hesitate to come to the front and
ask me. I will give no hint or
suggestion, but if the wording is too difficult for you, I may simplify
it. You have three hours. Begin.�
So, if we go ask him somethin� he considers us to be, like, morons. Won�t be headin� up to the front then.
Wissse choiccce, Massster.
He cracked his knuckles and
loosened up his hand for at least a couple hours of writing.
- - - - - - -
Irvine looked over his test, glanced up at
the clock and looked at it again. It
wasn�t too bad. There were a few
questions that he had to bullshit his way around, but at least his answers
seemed convincing.
He stood and gathered his
things, heading to the front of the room and placing the test on the pile that
was slowly forming. He was in the top
third of people already finished. That
was good.
Irvine tipped his hat to the instructor who
merely raised a hand, eyes glued to the pages of his novel.
�A Love to Dream��? Freaky�
The cowboy headed out of the
classroom and made his way swiftly to the cafeteria to grab a late lunch. The test had kept his mind off food but now
he realized he was hungry, so he got a few things and headed back to his
room. Didn�t want to
be cornered in the cafeteria.
Without incident he made it back to his nice little sanctuary and
flopped down on his bed to nibble at his lunch.
The test was over. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his
shoulders. There was no use worrying
now, even if he was the worrying-about-test type. It was over, done, finished. Nothing could be done, so why bother thinking
about it?
Since he had no more classes to
worry about today he flicked on his TV and waited for 5:30 to roll around.
- - - - - - -
Irvine lazily drew his arm up to look at his
watch. Time to head
out. Man, afternoon TV just
turned you into a vegetable. He switched
off the set and got to his feet, stretching out all his muscles.
He glanced over to Exeter and considered
whether he should take it or not. Just
heading to check his marks and all� either he would have done well, and would
go out in a group, less likely to be attacked by pitiful monsters, or he would
do poorly and he�d take it out on some Grats. He could come back for it if that was the
case, and he really hoped it wasn�t.
He went over to his mirror and
checked himself over. Lifting a hand to
remove his hat, he turned left and right and decided to keep his hair in the
braid. He dropped the hat back atop his
head and headed out his door to meet his peers and check his marks.
A few minutes later he was on
the second floor and amongst a crowd of fellow students, pushing and squirming
to see their marks. Irvine, being tall, didn�t exactly have to
push to the front to get a decent view.
He found his student ID number and followed the line over to his
mark. He�d gotten an A, very high percent
too.
He smiled proudly to
himself. Just then a hand clapped his
shoulder and he turned to see the classmate from earlier that day.
�Hey there! So, howed you
do? Someone got 98% on that exam! Can you believe it??�
�Uh�� Irvine glanced around. �That was me.�
The other boy stared at him
like his brain was visible and twice its actual size.
�Well, I did use a lot of para-magic fightin� the sorceress
and all, remember? It�s like, hands on
experience.� Irvine smiled and scratched the back of his
neck.
�Man! You�re too much, Kinneas! So I guess that means you�re coming out with
us, ne? Me, Terry, Anasha, Illo, Harada, and Rikan all scored in our standards, so
we�re going to head into Balamb!�
�I don�t think I ever caught
your name?� Irvine
commented as he was pulled over to a group of five other young men and women.
�Oh me? I�m Hiro, thought I
said that earlier.� He grinned,
embarrassed at his forgetfulness.
�Nice to, like, meet you, Hiro.�
�Yo,
guys, this is Irvine Kinneas. Irvine, this is Terry, Illo and Rikan,� he said indicating the three other
men. �And this is Anasha
and Harada, maybe you know them?�
�I believe I�ve had the
pleasure of the lovelys� acquaintances,� he smiled
charmingly, tipping his hat which received him a set of soft giggles.
�I hope he�s just talking about
the girls,� Rikan commented.
Illo
gave him a sideways glance that was pretty obviously saying �like you�d care�.
Rikan punched Illo in the arm and the whole group laughed.
Irvine felt a little out of place. Sure he was friendly and all, but it wasn�t
very often he was drawn into a group all by himself. Well, good to make friends. Maybe he could
hide- hang out with them and avoid certain other people.
�So, are we all ready to go?� Anasha asked, looking around. �Me and Illo are
driving cause we don�t drink.� She smiled and gave a peace sign.
�Yea,� Illo
added. �So feel free to get smashed.�
Getting smashed was not
something Irvine was about to do in a group full of people he had met only
several minutes ago, but, it wouldn�t stop him from tossing back a couple.
�Woohoo,
let�s go celebrate our A�s!� Terry called and started running down the
hall. The whole group followed suit and
before Irvine
even considered it he was alongside them, not even noticing the tattooed blonde
standing to the right on the hallway.
Zell�s eyes followed Irvine as he zipped by,
almost tempted to call out �no running in the halls, Kinneas�.
Fuck, I really am spending
too much time with Seifer.
The blonde strolled into his
room to grab his helmet. Maybe a visit
to Ma was in order. He stripped out of
his training jumper and wandered over to his dresser. He chose faded black jeans and a red
long-sleeved shirt. From his closet he
grabbed a black leather vest, then tucked his helmet under an arm and headed
out.
He put on the headgear before
even entering the car park. If the
people Irvine
had been with were still there then he couldn�t blow his identity. As it turned
out, they had already left. He got on
his bike, turned the key and revved the engine.
Moments later he was whizzing past the two cars, one carrying Irvine.
Irvine glanced out the window of the
passenger seat. He had called shotgun,
pretty much just because it had the words �shot� and �gun� in it. His attention was caught by a vehicle passing
the car.
The biker�
Zell skidded into Balamb and parked the bike in the gas station, turning it
off and whipping off his helmet. �Gast�n, Pierre! If
anyone asks who owns this bike, what do you do?�
�Salute, Zell!� Pierre replied. �We say we do not know,
oui?�
�Yes,� Zell grinned. �Thank you very much.�
�It is no problem.� Pierre waved as Zell
zipped off and into his Ma�s house, earning a warm greeting and a hug almost
instantly.
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Anasha
and Illo pulled into a couple parking spots and the
whole lot piled out. �I say we head to
the bar, play some Triple Triad and discuss that exam-�
�Not necessarily in that order
though,� Harada added, giggling.
�Dunno, the exam maybe be a
more interesting topic if drunk.�
Illo
hit Rikan in the arm this time, then flung and arm around Harada and headed in
the direction of the pub.
�Aw, we�re not going to the
Pelican Zone?� Rikan whined, obviously trying to be annoying.
Terry rolled his eyes. �You�re not dragging us there, Rikan. You can go by yourself.�
Rikan raised a hand to his
forehead and feigned shock. �It�s too
dangerous for an innocent child, such as myself, to
tread those grounds unescorted.�
Anasha
giggled merrily. �You�re not a child,
nor are you innocent, although maybe it would be better if you went with someone. Maybe Irvy will go
with you!�
�Would ya,
pal?� Rikan asked, dropping an arm around Irvine�s
shoulders.
�I� I�ve never heard of the
Pelican Zone.� Irvine looked around, a little uneasy about
the arm around him.
�Leave off him, Ri-chan,� Illo called back.
�Leave off the anime! You and Harada watch too much!�
The two supposed anime fans
turned to each other as if in shock, then turned back
to Rikan. �Least we don�t wanna drag everyone off to gay bars.�
Irvine stiffened.
�They�re fun, and I�m bi, so
I�m allowed to go to gay bars.� He stuck
out his tongue.
Terry rolled his eyes a second
time and grabbed Irvine
from his dramatic friend. �Sorry, Kinneas.
Don�t mind him. He�s not harmful�
or contagious. Let�s go, yea?�
�Yea,
sounds great!� Irvine
smiled brightly despite his sudden wariness towards Rikan. Was it just him, or were the stereotypical
homos all somewhere else? Rikan was
built, like Zell, tall like Seifer and had his dyed red hair done up in short
spikes.
Where were the easy to spot,
pink-frill wearing, make up enhanced, lispy,
flamboyant fags? Irvine needed to avoid them. Not because he considered it wrong, but
because he didn�t want anymore fuel for the Blonde Brigade to use against him.
Soon everyone was sitting at a
large half-circle booth, sipping drinks and chit-chatting. Anasha and Rikan
were into a game of Triple Triad and the others were cheering them on between
sips and breaks in their chat.
They were pretty nice people,
but Irvine
still wasn�t going to get his guard down, or get completely drunk. But he was going to enjoy himself.
- - - - - - -
Zell sipped tea and talked with
his Ma. They played a few rounds of
Triple Triad, causing the blonde to lose a few of his better cards.
He frowned at his mother across
the coffee table. �When�d you get so
good?�
�Oh, dear, I�m not getting any
better. But I think you�re getting
worse.�
�Gee, thanks, Ma.� Zell rolled his entire head then dropped his
cheek into his hand.
�How are your missions
going? Is there something on your mind?�
she asked, pouring more tea for the two of them.
�Eh, missions are okay. Our little hero group doesn�t get sent on too
many anymore, not unless it�s really serious.
Otherwise just one or two of us lead smaller missions, so more free
time.�
�What are you doing to busy
yourself?�
Zell leaned back against the
sofa. �This and that. I train, I demonstrate for some classes. I�ve gotten into reading a bit more, bet
you�re happy about that.�
She smiled brightly. �Well, you did love books when you were
little, and you didn�t have much time for them in Garden. I�m glad you have some time to relax. And your love life?�
The blonde nearly spit out his
latest sip pf tea. �Do all parents take
such keen interest in their children�s love lives?�
She shook her finger at
him. �That doesn�t matter either way,
and I�m pretty sure they do, so? Do you
have a boyfriend yet? Are you and
Seifer-?�
�Ma, please, Seifer? How many times did I call and whine to you
about him, or run away from Garden because of him?�
�Well, you�re friends now,
aren�t you?� She cocked her head to the
side.
Zell looked up in thought. �Yea, we are.� They were almost always together. Seifer was who made him realize the truth
about him. But they weren�t a
couple. They weren�t going out or anything
like that. �But that doesn�t mean we�re
suddenly a couple.�
�He�s cute.�
�Ma!�
She smiled brightly. �Well, there�s no denying the truth now, is
there?�
Zell raised an eyebrow at
her. �Can�t you at least call him
something like �hot� or �handsome� and not �cute� like a puppy or a girl?�
�Why? Will he come beat me up?�
�I wouldn�t put it past him.�
They both grinned before
starting to laugh. Zell recovered a
little after his mother, wiping a stray tear from his eye and turning to look
out the window that looked out over the main street.
He looked at his watch, then
back out the window and at the cowboy heading by. It wasn�t too terribly late, and he was
alone. Seemed like he was going back
early.
�Hey, Ma, it was great seeing
you, but I should get going.� He stood
and went over to give his mother a hug.
�I�ll stop by again soon, okay?
Need to win back my cards and all.�
He grinned and headed for the door, picking up his helmet on the way
out.
�Be careful on your way home,
Zell,� she called, smiling and waving at him.
He gave her a
thumbs up before closing the door behind him and putting on the
helmet. Irvine was already half way to the
archway. Zell grinned to himself and
headed over to get his bike, wheeling it out onto the path just under the arch
and got on, turning the key in the ignition and revving the engine.
Irvine stopped and turned around at the sound
of the engine. He smiled slightly and
lifted a hand to wave at the man on the bike.
Zell returned the wave then
cocked his head at the back of his bike.
�Offerin�
me another ride, are you?� Irvine
called from his short distance, already starting to walk back.
Zell nodded and shifted to get
out the extra helmet, leaving the seat open for Irvine to put his hat away for safe keeping.
�You know,
if ya keep doing this I�ll have to, like, give you somethin�.� Irvine placed his hat in
the little compartment and took the helmet from the biker.
Zell lifted a hand and shook
his head.
�Well, you�re very kind
then.� Irvine put the seat back down and flung a leg
over the bike, arms going around the other man�s waist. He didn�t want to be jolted about on a
stomach half full of alcohol.
Zell smiled to himself. Irvine
was already so much more willing than the time before. Of course, that could be because he was out
drinking and he wasn�t thinking well. He
revved the engine and headed off towards Garden.
Irvine rested against the rider. It was darkish, only them,
no one would see, and it wasn�t anything really. Maybe he had had a bit too much to drink. But that was alright, he had an excuse. Besides, the rider was warm on a cool autumn
evening and it felt nice.
When they got back to Garden, Irvine was a little
slower to get off the bike. As he was
getting off he noticed a tattoo on the back of the biker�s neck. The Balamb Garden insignia� lot of good that
was. Tons of people probably had that.
The biker popped the seat and
reached in to get Irvine�s
hat, holding it out to him.
Irvine smiled and took it, removing his
helmet and handing it back to the man on the bike. He placed the hat back on his head and tilted
it into place. �So, do I get to know who
you are now?�
Zell raised a finger and shook
it back and forth, shoulders shaking in a silent chuckle.
Irvine placed a hand on his hip. �Not even a word or two? You�re very secretive.�
The masked blonde cocked his
head to the side, then lifted a hand and waved.
�Uh, is that a good night,
then?�
Zell nodded.
�Hm, good night to you too, Mr. Biker.� Irvine turned and walked
off, waving a hand back and forth until we was out of the car park.
Zell removed his helmet and
rested his elbows on it, cheeks palmed in his hands, and smile on this lips. �Mm, g�night, Irvine."
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