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Matchmaker, matchmaker	By : Purplepenguin Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 9.

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Selphie stood in front of Zell with a grin, holding up her pad of A4 paper. It read: I am doing a sponsored silence to raise money so that you and Seifer and your dates can go to Deling city.

She held up a bucket for collecting money and shook it at him.

He dug into his pocket and put a gil into the bucket.

She frowned at him and shook it more. He put in four more gil and she smiled at him, moving the bucket over to Seifer who stood next to Zell.

�You want my money?�

�It is for us remember?� Zell said.

Seifer frowned, handing over ten gil.

Selphie grinned and scuttled off.

�What�s going on?� Seifer asked.

�Remember Selphie told us about sending us on special dates this time.�

�But why?�

Zell frowned. �Because�. It�s nice.�

�And would you describe Selphie as being nice?�

Zell frowned. �Of course.�

�What about devious or sneaky?�

�Maybe those two, what, you think she�s up to something?�

Seifer gave him a look. �Don�t you?�

�Well� like what?�

Seifer grinned. �That�s what I�m going to find out. This sponsored silence thing of theirs can work to our advantage.� He gave Zell his best devious look. �Everything they say in written down.�

Zell�s eyes widened. �You�re going to steal her pad of paper?!�

�Correction. We�re going to steal her pad of paper.�

�Oh no, no, no, no, no.�

Seifer nodded. �Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.�

Zell continued to shake his head.

Seifer took him by the shoulders, turned him around in the direction he wanted him to go in.

�Let�s go.� He walked forward, pushing Zell ahead of him.

�Where are we going? Selphie has her paper on her.�

�You know how much Selphie talks, I�m sure that�s not her first pad of paper.�

�I guess.�

They stopped in front of Selphie�s dorm and Seifer got down on his knees.

�What are you doing? Not going to propose to me are you?�

Seifer scoffed. �You wish.�

Zell got down on his knees too. �What are you doing? Are you going to break into Selphie�s dorm?!�

�That�s the idea.� He got bend hair clip out of his inside pocket and put it in the lock. �A good soldier is always ready to improvise.�

�And do you know any good soldiers around here?�

Seifer ignored him, twisting the metal in the lock.

Zell scoffed. �No way is that going to work, you�re so lame.�

�Yeah yeah.� He kept trying with the metal until the lock clicked and he grinned up at Zell.

�So you got lucky.� The little blonde folded his arms.

Seifer chuckled, getting up and opening the door for Zell. �After you princess.�

�Don�t let it go to your head asshole.� He walked through the door purposely bumping into Seifer as he past.

�Let�s just hurry up and find this thing.� He started looking around Selphie living room.

�I�ll take the bedroom.� Seifer said, disappearing inside. �Ooh I�ve never been in here before.� His voice floated in from the bedroom.

Zell removed all the couch cushions to look under them. �Bet you�ve never been in any girl�s bedroom.�

�Fuck off.� Seifer replied. �I�ve been in yours!�

�I am not a girl! And when the fuck have you been in my bedroom?!�

�Last week I came in to wake you up remember?�

�Oh yeah how could I forget some asshole stroking me in my sleep?�

�I was not stroking you! It�s not my fault you wouldn�t wake up.�

�Well you didn�t have to rub your hands over my neck.�

Seifer was glad he wasn�t in the same room as the little Chickie or he might have done something embarrassing like blushing. He pulled open a few drawers.

Jumpers, socks, nightdresses. Oooh! He removed something from the drawer and walked back into the living room.

�Hey Chickie!� He leant on the wall. �How do I look?�

He wore a blue bra with little white daises on it over his black long sleeved t-shirt.

Zell laughed. �Aw don�t you look pretty!�

The tall blonde did a twirl.

�You know Selphie will kill you if she finds out.�

Seifer turned him back on Zell. �Take my bra off for me Chickie.�

The little blonde laughed. �You mean you don�t know how to get a bra off?!� He unhooked the bra from his friend, watching him disappear back into Selphie�s bedroom.

He put the bra back in the drawer, accidentally knocking a chair full of stuff over. He bent down to pick the things up and a pad of paper was one of the things he picked up. He thumbed through the pages of writing.

�Hey Chickie I�ve found it.�

Zell appeared at the door of the bedroom. �Really? Then let�s get the hell out of-�

They both froze at the sound of the door opening and the voices of Selphie and Rinoa coming their way.

�Shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!� Zell dithered on the spot, taking a step in each direction and back again.

�Come on.� Seifer tugged him back into the bedroom by the shirt.

�Hide, hide, hide, hide gotta hide!� Zell ranted, heading for the cupboard but Seifer opened the door and got in there first.

�Asshole! I was going to hide in there! Where am I supposed to-�

�Shut up!� Seifer grabbed him and pulled him into the cupboard too.

The little blonde stumbled inside, tripping over shoes and hangers that he knocked down, ducking over clothes but knocking most of them off as he struggled to stand straight.

�You know there really isn�t a lot of space in here.� He complained, feet standing awkwardly half on a pair of slippers with pink bunny heads on them.

His chest was pressed to Seifer�s chest, the tall blonde�s back was up against the wall of the cupboard.

�Shh.�

Zell looked up at him, which was difficult considering how close they stood. �You got the pad?�

Seifer nodded, causing his chin to brush Zell�s hair. He swallowed hard, trying to block out the feel of hands on his chest through his shirt.

�We just have to wait till she-she-� He whispered.

�Where did you put it?� They heard Rinoa say.

Selphie gasped and whispered. �We aren�t supposed to say anything.�

Rinoa laughed. �It�s just us in here, who�s going to tell on us? Now where�d you put your first bucketful of money?�

�In the kitchen, I got just under two hundred in the first bucket!�

�How the hell? I only got one hundred and fifty in between my first two buckets.�

Selphie giggled. �You just have to know how to do it properly, a little bat of your lashes, maybe bend over a little, wear a short shirt and-�

�Oh my god! That is so- I can�t believe you!�

Selphie grinned. �Well it is for charity.�

�I thought it was for Seifer and Zell�s date.�

�Let�s be honest those two are charity, if we left them to it they�d never get anywhere.�

Rinoa laughed.

�Charity?� Zell whispered.

Seifer put a hand over Zell�s mouth.

�So we need eight hundred pounds total for the two of them.�

�Or-� Selphie grinned wickedly. �It�s five hundred per person for�. The honeymoon suite!�

They both giggled insanely. �With champagne!�

�And strawberries and ice cream!�

�And room service!�

Rinoa picked up an empty bucket from their supply, shoving it into Selphie�s arms and pushing her towards the door. �Let�s go get some more money.�

As soon as the front door was closer the cupboard door was open.

�Can you believe that? Charity? Us?� He dropped onto Selphie�s bed. �Who d they think they are?�

Seifer leant on the cupboard door. �That�s the bit you�re annoyed about?�

Zell looked puzzled. �Huh?�

�They said they were saving up for our date.�

�And?� He said.

Seifer sighed. �Date! Not dates!�

Zell�s eyes widened. �You mean� they�re setting us up with each other?�

Seifer shook his head. �You only just got that?�

�Okay so I�m a bit slow but� a date with you.� He stared. �That�s never going to work, for a start I know you.�

Seifer frowned. �Thanks.�

�That�s not what I meant�. Hang on�. Yes it is what I meant!�

Seifer rolled his eyes.

�I mean what have we got in common? Nothing! And when did we ever hang out?�

Seifer gave him a look.

�Okay aside from getting trapped in cupboards and missions�. And playing cards� Irvine�s stupid black outs.�

Seifer grinned. �That was-�

�I thought we both agreed never to mention that! Never ever again!�

�Sorry.�

�And what possible connection could they possibly see between us?� He went to flop back on the bed, forgetting that he sat closer to the wall than that and clocked his head on the wall hard.

Seifer winced.

�Ow!� The little blonde put his hands back. �Shit.� He looked up and meet Seifer�s eyes in an attempt to get sympathy. �Ow.� He repeated.

The taller blonde pushed off the cupboard door. �You�re such an idiot.� He leaned over Zell. �Let me see.�

He peered at the back of Zell�s head like an over protective parent. �You�ll live.� He told the little blonde.

�Hurts though.�

Seifer grinned. �Want me to kiss it better for you?�

Zell suddenly leaned away from him. �What? No, you sick- ugh!� He scuttled away across the bed.

�So what do we tell Selphie?�

�About?�

�About us not going on her stupid date thing.�

�Of course we�re still going.�

�We are?�

Seifer grinned. �Didn�t you hear her? Free holiday, room service, champagne.�

�But we have to share a bed.�

�I promise not to hog the covers if you promise not to snore.�

�Everyone will think we�re a honeymooning couple.�

�So?� He made a grab for Zell. �Want me to help you get into character?�

�You can keep your mitts off me!� He got up from the bed. �Okay so if I go along with this and we pretend that we don�t know anything and we go on the date, what then?�

�You mean after?�

�Yeah.�

�We can tell Selphie it didn�t work out and we�ll go back to normal unless�.� He grinned. �You find you can�t resist a sex god like me.�

Zell snorted. �Oh yeah I�m really into you.�

�Everyone succumbs to me at some point you know.�

Zell rolled his eyes. �Fine I�m in, I want the free holiday too even if I do have to put up with you.�

�I promise to behave myself.� He crossed his heart.

�I�ll believe that when I see it.�

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