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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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Eoko: Oh my gods! I actually managed to remember to post on the
correct date! Go me. I wanna say
something though. A lot of people have
mentioned that the chapters are rather short.

Well, first off, they are a minimum of 5 typed pages after
the first several, and it�s not our fault HTMLing
them ends up making the page wider and thus requires less length. Secondly, it is a collaboration fanfic, which means Kitty writes one chapter, then I write the next, then her, then me. I�m sure you�ve notice how much can
happen in one chapter as is, and making them extensively long would not
be a good idea. Why?

I can tell you why it�d be bad for a collaboration.
If you write a lot, you get a big plot
of your own going. You may even want
something specific to happen in the next chapter, but you have no control over
that chapter. By keeping them
relatively, but not really too short, we fulfill our desires for the chapter
and also leave it open enough so as not to put a stopper on the vaguer plot
ideas of the other.

And if you�re REALLY obsessive and need to read MORE stuff
go read our chat logs on the ValEoKitty Archives. I�ve gotten all of November 2003 up and am
working my way through December between fanfiction
and university. Surprisingly going
rather quickly� Anyway, Homepage link at
FF.net bios. And Enjoy.

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Chapter, The Eighth:
In Which Seifer and Zell Don�t Have Dinner.

Zell sat on his bed, alone for
once. After he had walked Seifer back to his room, he�d left to go to his own.

What was that about?

Zell couldn�t understand why he
had stopped Seifer.
He�d never done it before. He
just seemed to overstep his bounds this time, though it hadn�t ever bothered
him before, never, not once, why now?

His gaze shifted over to his helmet, sitting on a hook by
his door. He tilted his head a little,
then reached over and grabbed his phone, dialing his Ma, who picked up, like
always on the second ring.

-�Hello, Dincht
residence.�-

�Hey Ma, how are you?�

-�Oh Zell! I�m wonderful, dear. How are you?�-

�Feeling a little homesick. You too busy to have your baby boy over for
the night?�

-�Oh honey, I�m never too busy for you. Have you had dinner yet?�-

�No. Seif and I were going to go grab some, but something came
up and we had to make a rain-check.�

-�Well, I�m cooking right now, it
should be ready in 15 minutes. You can
get here that quick on your little bike, can�t you?�-

�Ma,� Zell groaned. �It is a sexy and expensive motorcycle. If you�re gonna
call it a bike ya gotta
say it with a bit more oomph.�

-�Yes, Zell, dear, I know what it
is. I signed for it since you were under
age.�-

Zell pouted at the phone. �I still bought it.�

-�It�s in my name.�-

�Be nice!�

-�I�m always nice, dear.
Now hurry home, and bring a change of clothes this time. Your PJs are all
washed and ready for you from last time.�-

�Thank you, Ma. I�ll
see you soon.� Zell
hung up and walked over to his closet and dresser to pick out what he�d wear
tomorrow.

- - -

Irvine tore down the hall and to his dorm as fast as he
could, punching in the code lightning fast, practiced
from all of his previous escapes.

He dropped his books on the ground before falling there
himself. He fell to his knees, hands
coming up to cover his tear stained cheeks and rub the dampness away. Why, why, why?? Why was it so easy for them? How could they send him over the edge of
despair so quickly, so easily?

It hurt so much. Just
seeing them made it hurt. He could never
forget anything they had done to him.
The sight of them triggered the rush of painful memories and he would be
in tears in moments.

He left his books where they were and dragged himself over
to his bed crawling onto the mattress and collapsing, too pained, too miserable
to care about anything right then. The
rim of his hat hit the mattress and dislodged itself from his head, coming to
rest on its side.

Irvine lazily picked it up and dropped it on his bedside
table before curling up, arms tightly around the pillow his face was currently
buried in and cried himself to sleep.

- - -

Seifer hadn�t even bothered to
invite Zell back into his room, and the mood between
them was definitely not going to make for a pleasant dinner, so that plan was
dashed. As soon as his door was open, Seifer had walked into his room and let it shut, not even
uttering a �good night�, or a �see you around�.

He dropped back against the door, leaning against it and glaring
moodily about the room.

What the fucking hell was he thinking?!

The blonde jerked from his position against the door and
paced around his room. He was ticked,
more than ticked. Zell
had never, not once in all the time they had spent together since they had
become friends, stopped him from doing anything.

So what was up with him?
It was strange. Even though he�d
never done it, Seifer knew exactly what he had meant,
with just a touch. And what surprised Seifer even
more was that he obeyed.

He hadn�t shrugged the hand off and continued. He hadn�t pushed for anything more. He had stopped, though quite pissed about it
and that confused him a little.

- - -

Zell parked his bike in the little
back corner of the Balamb Gas Station. Being a beloved Balamb
SeeD and all around liked guy had its perks. No rain ever touched his baby.

He got his little overnight bag out of the seat compartment and
made his way down the street to Ma�s. He
opened the door without knocking as his mother knew he was on his way and set
his things on the sofa in the living room before heading into the kitchen.

Ma was just finishing up with the cooking, so Zell went about setting the table. He smiled when she looked over to him.

�Hey, Ma, smells great.�

�Thank you, dear. I
hope you�re hungry.�

�I�m always hungry.
I�m a growing boy you know.�

�That�ll be a change from the last five years.�

�Low, Ma, real low.�

She just chuckled and set the food out before removing her
apron and sitting down at one end of the little table. Zell sat at the
opposite.

�So, you and Seifer got into a
fight?� Ma asked, filling her plate up with the
delicious meal she had made.

�Ma, we had a disagreement. It wasn�t a fight. It wasn�t that serious.�

�Serious enough to make you want to come
home.�

�Can�t a nearly grown boy want to spend some quality time
with his mother?� She gave him a
look. �Okay, so that might not fly. But it really wasn�t anything big. And besides, it�s a Friday night. I can sleep in my own room and feel like a
kid again.� Zell
grinned across the table.

�Well, you certainly still have your baby-face. I�m sure all the boys love it.� She ate her dinner and half-hid her smirk
behind her chewing.

�Ma, can we not discuss my sex life at the table?�

�Sex? Oh my, Zell. I didn�t know mentioning a young man thinking
you were cute lead right to sex.�

�And here I thought you followed gay culture.�

They both chuckled and ate for a while longer.

�So?� She wiggled her
brows suggestively at him. �Have you,
you know?�

Zell stared across the table. He only wished this wasn�t a fairly common
question for her to ask.

�Ma, must you? While we eat?�

�It�s the only time you can�t run into your room, lock your
door, and turn your music on.�

He rolled his eyes.
She was right. He would have done
that had he not had such yummy food on his plate. �Fine, to appease the nosiest mother of all
time, no, your sweet little baby boy has not been getting jiggy
with it.�

�No cute bottoms?� Ma asked, holding her napkin to her mouth
to hold back the laugh. She had
meant both ukes and butts. Evil woman.

�I�m not going to buy you a Mother�s Day present now,� Zell said firmly, resolving to finish his dinner and escape
before she started to get more personal, which she never did.

They finished their dinner, watched Galbadia
Idol- through which Ma had pointed out cute boys and Zell
kept telling her to be quiet, played a game of Chocoplunker
and then went their separate ways for bed.

Zell got into his room and looked
around, smiling. Everything was nice and
neat and his PJs were folded on his bed. He stripped out of his clothes and tossed
them in the hamper, pulling on his baby blue, chocobo-print,
silky-feeling PJ pants, and the white tank he used for the top.

He shuffled along the floor in his socks, doing so on
purpose so the knob on the bathroom door would shock him when he went to touch
it. Zell was a
little odd. He scooted in and made
himself all pretty for sleep and brushed his bangs down before scooting back
into his room and into his bed.

- - -

Saturday was the official, universal, mandatory sleep-in
day, unless you were Irvine Kinneas and had moped
yourself to sleep a good several hours before any normal teenager would have.

Irvine�s head slowly lifted from his pillows and looked at
the clock, its numbers glowing 6:27 at him.
He furrowed his brow at the clock.
That just wasn�t cool. He looked
down at himself to see he was still fully dressed.

He made a face and shifted out
from under the covers he had got into some time in the night. He didn�t like sleeping fully dressed. It never was that comfortable and he woke up
feeling grimier than usual.

Irvine stripped as soon as he got to his feet and moseyed
over to his bathroom to clean up and start another day. He thought about a quite day in Balamb, by himself.
Sure it was great to be with his new friends, who protected him from Seifer and Zell, and were fun and
kind, but he needed some time away too.
He needed some time away from Rikan too.

No matter what the activity, or how many of the group were
involved, Rikan was always there, and always was as
near to Irvine as he could be, while still just being friendly.

A peaceful day, in Balamb would be
good for him. He could take a book in
case he felt like studying a bit while he was there too. Yea, that�s what he would do.

After his shower, brushing and braiding his hair, and doing
all the other necessary morning activities, Irvine went back into his room to
dress and grab one of his books. The
Do�s and Don�ts of Weapon Modification.
It wasn�t like he needed too much study time with GFs:
Friends or Foes, or Guardian Forces: Their Powers and Uses. He was pretty much an expert there.

He pulled on his duster and wrapped a long, thick,
cotton-white scarf around his neck. It
was chilly out this bloody early. He
strode down the halls of Garden rather confident for once since the end of the
last sorceress war, being alone and all.
There was no hope in hell that Seifer Almasy was up before 7AM on a Saturday.

Irvine exited the Garden and breathed in the clean, fresh
air of the cool autumn morning. He was
even more awake then and happily headed off towards the town of Balamb. Only a few
very groggy BiteBugs cared enough to wake up and
attack him. He shot two, then walked up
to the third and hit it on the head with the barrel of his gun, just because he
didn�t think he�d get that particular chance too many more times.

- - -

Irvine�s day was going great. He had a big breakfast at a seaside caf�
which served him for lunch as well. He�d
probably grab a snack when he got back to Garden, and have dinner at the usual
time. Didn�t want to
throw his schedule off too badly.

It was early afternoon now, and he had wandered off toward
the pier to watch the water and the goings on.
He glanced to his right when he heard footsteps coming towards him. He tensed up automatically, fearing that it
would be one of the blondes. He turned
his gaze over his shoulder and gave a sigh of relief.

He looked back over the water and chuckled faintly. �Hello, Mr. Biker,� Irvine greeted as the man
sat down next to him, wearing his helmet as always.

Zell nodded his head in greeting. Irvine seemed at ease around him when he
thought he was a complete stranger. It
was kind of funny.

�Where�s your bike?� Irvine asked, turning to face the
mystery man, who hooked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the front of
town. �And you�re wearin�
your helmet� why?� Irvine cocked a brow.

Zell shifted his hand from over
his shoulder to point at Irvine.

�Oh really? I�m still not allowed to, like, know who you
are?� A shake of the
helmeted head. �You know, that�s
not very nice.� A
shake of the shoulders. �It�s amazin� we talk so much.�
Irvine snorted.

Irvine glanced down at something rectangular in the other
man�s lap. �Whatcha
got there?�

Zell held up the little notebook
before flipping it open and clicking a pen.
He wrote /Hi/.

Irvine looked over at it and chuckled. �Hi, to you too. You�re strange.�

Zell nodded. /What�s your name?/

Irvine Kinneas. Orphan. Raised at an
orphanage run by Edea Kramer on Centra
with myself, Seifer, Quistis,
Selphie, Squall and Ellone. Then, I dunno, and
then off to Galbadia.
Heh, it�ll put him further off my scent to
ask.

Irvine looked up at the biker. �Irvine� it�s funny to have people not
recognize me. Heh. Guess I�ve gotten use to, like, being a
celebrity. What�s your name?�

/Call me Rubedo/ Zell wrote. He
wasn�t even totally lying either. That
was the middle name Ma had given him.

�Rubedo, hm? And how
about, why do you refuse to take off your helmet?�

/I take it off. Just
not around you./

Irvine raised a brow.
�And why is that?�

/This is fun./

Irvine laughed. �I
guess it kinda is.
How old are you?�

/18, you?/

�I�m seventeen.�
Irvine waved at a couple that was walking by and looking at them funny. Irvine wasn�t usually so interested in asking
questions, but the biker had been a mystery for a number of days, and now he
was finally getting some answers.
�Cadet or SeeD?�

Zell thought quickly about how
many male, eighteen year old SeeDs there were at
Garden. There were a few. Enough that he could
truthfully give away the answer.

/SeeD/

�That�s pretty impressive.
Bein� a SeeD at 18. Guess it�s what they expect though, huh? Since you can become one at 15, and are,
like, kicked out at 20 if ya didn�t make it.�

Zell nodded. He was really happy about being a SeeD. Now that he
was good friends with Seifer he was also worried
about him. He didn�t have that much
longer to pass, and he desperately wanted to keep Seifer
in Garden. They were such good friends
after so many years of fighting and hating.

A hand waved in front of Zell�s
face and he looked back at Irvine.

�I can�t even see your face and I still knew you zoned
out. Your body language is easy to
read.�

/You looking at my body, Irvine?/

The cowboy flushed a soft pink. �No, I�m just, like, usin�
my skills of observation. It�s important
to be able to read body language.�

/I know. I�m just
kidding./

�Oh, sorry.�

/Sore subject?/

Irvine laughed, but it wasn�t a happy laugh. It was a confused, hurt, agreeing,
understating kind of laugh. �You
wouldn�t even believe me if I told you.�

Zell lifted a hand to rest on
Irvine�s shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze and rubbing his thumb against the
duster.

/I�m sorry./

And he was sorry. For
a lot more than Irvine would ever know right then.
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