FOREWORD: This is an ongoing fanfic. To start reading from the beginning, click here.
Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhart
Status: ongoing
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, light Rinoa bashing
Search keyword: ff8_floating
Notes: Ah, the best time to write is when you're not in the mood to write, right?
Oh no, I should tell Squall, I really should..
The thought kept rushing through his head as he sifted through his closet for his best clothes. Finally finding his midnight black suit and a dark blue oxford to match, he laid them out on the bed then started pulling off his tank top. The sun seemed to have set rather early, and the blonde had drawn the blinds for privacy's sake.
If Seifer's plans work out the way he said, this could really upset Squall, I should at least tell him what Seifer's planning to do, even if I don't tell him Rinoa might be in on it, too... Ugh. I hope Rinoa's not that stupid.
Zell paced back and forth in his room, messing up his hair in the thought process. The clock was ticking, and soon Seifer was going to pick him up for the party. Now why was he so concerned about Squall again? He should be worried about himself.
*Knock. Knock*
"Shit! Uh, be right there.." Zell growled, he had spent too much time thinking and not enough time dressing, so he quickly buttoned up the oxford, pulled on the sleek black pants, and slipped on his boots before running to answer the door.
"Well well, I said I'd be here at six. Been too busy jacking off at the thought of having Squall to yourself tonight, are we?" The taller blonde was donned in a full white tuxedo, white shirt with ruffles included. It made him look bigger than he already was, looming over the boy with a sneer when Zell opened the door.
Zell gritted his teeth, angered but couldn't find a better way to tell Seifer to fuck off than to just ignore the remark for the time being. "Party doesn't actually start till 18:30 anyway. I'll be out in a few more minutes," he grumbled and shut the door.
"Not so fast," Seifer's hand caught the door before Zell could close it, and he pushed it open so he could step inside the threshold. "You look like you could need some help brushing up. From the looks of it you can't look dressed in only a few minutes."
He could only find himself cursing inwardly at letting himself get caught in such a situation, but Seifer wasn't making it any easier for him (as he always makes things more difficult). Zell muttered, "Fine, but don't touch anything," and stormed to the sink to fix his hair.
Oh but how could he resist - the taller boy slid behind him in front of the mirror and, as Zell reached for a bit of touch-up gel, Seifer took Zell's hand into his own and squeezed a larger dallop onto his palm. "Allow me," he said with his usual arrogant tone, and led Zell's hands up to his hair. Even though Zell resisted and snarled, Seifer's grip was too strong to get out of, especially in such a cramped space. With his rough style, he used Zell's hands to comb out the mess and smooth the chicobo spikes back into an almost Seifer-sleek look.
He seriously didn't like the guy, but the hair really did look good this way. And not to mention the feeling of having strong hands grip his own didn't feel half bad... wait a minute, what was he thinking? Seifer holding his hands? Gross! Sick!
Seifer chuckled, he could read the flush that came across Zell's disgruntled face reflected in the mirror. "Why, we could be a couple," he snided, causing Zell to thrash out of his grasp and out the bathroom door.
Maaaajorly disgusting! That Seifer had some nerve!! Zell grabbed his suit blazer from the bed and rushed to the door, holding it wide open while tapping his unlaced boot. "I'm ready, now get out of my room."
"Of course, chickenwuss," the blonde laughed and sauntered out of the room, just knowing that Zell was glaring into the back of his head as he followed suit after slamming the door loudly.
He knew it was a bad idea, but he went along with it anyway. Damnit Zell, why do you let Seifer gain the upper hand like this? This was going to turn into an awful evening, and Zell could feel it in his gut. He should have told Squall, but he couldn't say it, not throughout yesterday, and not throughout today's training. He had, essentially, chickened out. Seifer's annoying nickname for him really did hold some truth. Zell lamented the thought and pulled on his blazer, following Seifer through the last hallway towards the ballroom.
Not surprisingly, the only guards at the door were none other than Seifer's guarddogs, Fujin and Raijin themselves, who were dressed more like marching band soldiers than attendees at a party. A ballroom party. Damn this was not where Zell wanted to be. They don't serve hotdogs at these kind of events.
Fujin and Raijin hooked arms, and led their way into the midst of the party. Seifer paused for Zell to catch up, and slid an arm into his, which made Zell shout in surprise. Luckily the ballroom's dance music was up for the jive and drowned out his cry.
"Don't dream, I won't hold onto you forever," Seifer guffawed at the struggling Zell even as they continued walking, "I've got my eyes set on better mates than you."
"You're not getting away with this," Zell spat, finally speaking his mind after holding in the whole night.
"Oh but I already have," he grinned strutted forward, dragging Zell along unwillingly towards the dining tables.
All the while, the famous couple swirled about on the dance floor to the lively music, performed by none other than Selphie and her band, with Irvine on the lead guitar, jamming away to impress his girl like no other. Squall danced amazingly well, executing his footwork as precisely as his hit accuracy with his gunblade, and Rinoa swept the dance floor like an elegant princess in an gold sequin gown. Their dance was so well combined that, when Zell glanced over, anybody would think those two were made for each other. And the thought hurt him when he remembered what Seifer was planning to do. However, he didn't know exactly when. He had to tell Squall before then, whenever that was.
Although the man in the white ensemble had walked off to chat with other guests, Raijin and Fujin sat down across from Zell at their table like two of Cerberus' heads, eyes never leaving him, scrutinizing every inch of his movements and diversions.
"Ahh Zell, just don't make it any harder than it has to be, all right? You know how Seifer is, and we'll help him in any way we can. We can't let you just jump out there and ruin his plans. So just sit tight and enjoy the party. Oh and tie your shoes." Raijin rambled on as usual, but he was trying to calm Zell, who was visually unsettled at this point. In her blue buttoned up dress suit, Fujin said to Zell, keeping a stern eye fixed on his head, "STAY."
He bent under the table to lace up his boots, and figured he if slipped out quickly enough, Fujin and Raijin wouldn't see him soon enough to catch him. Zell was always quick on his feet, even if he was wearing a suit. So without further ado, Zell stuffed his laces into the boot covers and somersaulted under the next few unoccupied tables and made a run for the dance floor. As expected, Raijin didn't notice at all although Fujin started to wonder why Zell was taking so long
The martial artist shimmied his way onto the dance floor, jamming a few of his own moves with a few shadow boxes in between, and found Squall, who was dressed in a gorgeous jet-black tuxedo and a matching bowtie. Did he just say gorgeous?
"Hey Squall!" Zell shouted and caught the brunette's attention, who he could've sworn just smiled at him.
"You're here Zell," was the quick response but Squall was swirled away by Rinoa.
"Hey Zell, how's it going? Oooh who's your date?" the cheerful girl asked, sounding not a bit breathless despite all the dancing she's been doing.
"Just fine, Rin, can I talk to Squall alone real quick?" He really hoped Rinoa wasn't in on Seifer's plan. He really hoped it was all just part of Seifer's nasty plan. Rinoa loves Squall, right? She won't dare hurt him.
"No way!" she laughed, "We're dancing!" Her deep nutmeg eyes danced happily without a single trace of any bad intentions.
"Well well well, look where my date wandered off to," the all too familiar gruff voice breathed on Zell's left ear from behind. "Dancing without me?"
Twitch. Zell forced half a smile and bit the inside of his cheek. Squall's eyes wandered over and Zell could feel them fixed onto them.
"Rin, come and sit with us for a while," Seifer said sweetly, giving Zell the major shivers as well as making Squall twitch. He also encircled his arms around the shorter blonde's waist, nudging him back towards the tables.
"Sure!" the girl piped happily, and of course, she had three guys to escort her, who wouldn't be happy? "Your hair looks really good tonight, Zell."
"Of course it does, I did it for him." Seifer grinned, leading the way to their table.
"Ooooh Zell! You never told me you liked to be man-handled!" she giggled. Behind her, unseen by the rest of them, Squall twitched. Twice.
Great. Just great.
FOREWORD: This is an ongoing fanfic. To start reading from the beginning, click here.
Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhart
Status: ongoing
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, light Rinoa bashing
Search keyword: ff8_floating
Notes: Seifer is evil.. :P It's just my opinion, so read on.
Zell shuffled uncomfortably. Sure he had sat next to Squall before, but their new partnership seemed to make Squall unusually stiff, and he already needed that stick removed from his ass. Ms. Glynn's new training program for the graduated SeeDs was a bit unusual.
*Pfft*
Huh.. Zell looked down and found a neatly folded scrap in his lap. Who.. Zell glanced over at Squall, who seemed rather attentive to the lecture on Guardian Forces, but he knew Squall could care less because he knew all the material already. Did he throw this?
Without a sound, Zell tucked his hands under the desk top to unfold the paper, and in scribbly handwriting, it read:
There's a ball tomorrow night.
Rinoa is making me go.
Get a date.
- S. L.
Squall...? Zell thought to himself. He glanced over again but noticed no change in Squall's posture and attention, so Zell quietly slipped his pen to his lap and printed in return.
I don't have a date. Should have told me earlier.
While writing that, Zell kept his eyes fixed on the instructor to pretend he was paying attention besides his constant fidgetting. After signing Z. D., the blond refolded the note and flicked it over to Squall, who caught it in midair with two fingers and left the note alone on his lap for a few minutes.
Read it damnit.. Zell cursed under his breath, stealing sideway glances every so often, but Squall didn't even bother to read the note.
***
Class ended with a loud ring and Headmaster Cid's voice ringing overhead afterwards, something about reporting to his office if you did something or something. Whatever it was it didn't concern him. And Squall still hadn't read the note.
"Hey Squall-!"
But the icy brunette walked out of the room swiftly, pocketing the note instead of reading it or responding.
"Damn.." Zell muttered and socked his desk. Damn him, he could have at least read the damn thing. Walking out the door, the martial artist unhappily shadowboxed his way through the hall.
"Ugh, how am I gonna find a date," he thought aloud to himself. Bah, every girl he could think of already had a date or couldn't go. Damn, Squall had him in a tight spot and it wasn't the thrilling one.
"Hey chickenwuss," the ugly gruff voice purred at Zell's left ear. "Need a date?"
"Argh, none of your business," Zell recoiled into a crouching stance with fists up.
"Chill chickenwuss," Seifer chuckled as he smoothed a single stray strand of gold away from his scar. "I need a date, no girls left either."
Still growling, Zell straightened and turned away. "Well you can take your mother."
"Or I can take you. Consider it an act of pity."
"Fuck you."
"You're not strong enough," Seifer smirked.
And Zell whipped a quick right undercut directly into the taller man's abdomen. "Fuck you."
Seifer spasmed in pain and collapsed to his knees. "You chickenwuss, just walk away from an opportunity for swapping dates."
Zell froze in his tracks and whirled around, glaring at the crouched Seifer. "Swap dates? What are you talking about."
"Don't think I didn't see you at the window that day, you saw what happened.. and I bet you haven't told puberty boy yet."
"What the hell? I saw nothing."
"Really," Seifer managed to get back up and pat his clothes free from wrinkles. "Squall's your friend. I will get Rinoa back no matter what, I only offer you a chance to help your friend. Take it or leave it."
Muttering to himself, Zell realized Seifer just revealed his plan. Was he telling the truth or lying? It was too ugly to be a lie. Accept or not? Would Seifer take advantage of him? Gross. But Squall. Hell.
"Fine."
"Good," Seifer brushed his arms and crossed them. "Dress well chickenwuss, I'll be at your door at six," and the white trenchcoat swept back into the classroom.
"Shit, what did I get myself into?" But it was worth it if what Seifer said was true. He didn't want to see Squall hurt, but if he was going to be, he wanted to be there for him at all costs. He was going back to his room now. Tomorrow night was something that needed to be thought through. At least classes were done for the day.
FOREWORD: This is an ongoing fanfic. To start reading from the beginning, click here.
Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhart
Status: ongoing
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, light Rinoa bashing
Search keyword: ff8_floating
Notes: I wrote this in class so don't kill me for lack of creativity... Anyway, the following chapter takes place during a special training program for the SeeDs.
"Bummer, training session."
And so training continued. Their new instructor, Ms. Glynn, paced stiffly in front of the SeeD members. Side by side stood: Seifer standing proud in his fitted black uniform, Rinoa tilting her head slightly towards Squall, Squall looking bored but determined, Zell shuffling and digging his shiny black boot into the dirt, Quistis with her chin held high, and Selphie smiling with her hands folded behind. Ms. Glynn began in a boom, racing at the speed of a bullet.
"Okay SeeDs. Before we begin intensive training, we shall begin with introducing ourselves and setting up combat partners. Partners will fight against each other, train together, fight together, spend time and get to know each other, walk together, eat together, sleep together, and no you smartasses, not in the same bed."
That comment produced a snicker from Rinoa and Selphie.
"How dull, the girls find that amusing. For insulting my instructions, you two shall be partners. I'm sure I'm doing you a favor."
Rinoa whined, and Selphie smiled. Irvine wasn't there; Selphie could have cared less. Rinoa wanted to be with Squall - then again, fighting against him was not an attractive concept. Guess Selphie was an equal match.
Zell shuffled uncomfortably. His possibility of pairing up with Seifer increased, although there were equal chances in which he and Squall would be partners, but was one choice any better than the other?
Pacing in front of the line again, Ms. Glynn narrowed her eyes at Seifer, Squall, then Zell. She then stopped to face Quistis.
"What is your name?" Ms Glynn began softly.
"Quistis Trepe, madam."
"Ah. Well, you have your choice of three gentlemen. Choose wisely." Then, without allowing Quistis to answer, continued. "This young man seems suitable. The other two are gruff and disrespectful." She was talking about Squall.
At Ms. Glynn's decision, Zell's heart sunk. Not only did he not pair up with Squall but he was left with the gruff gorilla man, girlfriend-stealer.
"Madam, I am honored to be paired up with Cadet Leonhart, however, I find it more suitable that Cadet Dincht be paired up with him."
A piercing cold suddenly slammed into the line's front, but no one's hair moved. Zell felt a chill to his right that made his left side hot and bothered.
"Is there something wrong with Cadet Leonhart? Would you rather have the young man at the end for a partner?"
"No madam, whichever you prefer; it is only a suggestion, madam."
"Very well then," then she pointed at Seifer, "he will be your partner."
Zell could almost punch Seifer in the gut and clamor over not being paired up with him, but that chill in his right side numbed him still.
"SeeDs, call off your name in an orderly fashion, starting with you." Ms. Glynn walked up to Seifer with an icy stare.
"Seifer Almasy, madam," Seifer almost sneered.
"You do not ever speak to me in that tone, you hear? Now what is your name gorilla chest."
Zell chuckled inside; Ms Glynn was a cool lady.
"Seifer Almasy, madam," Seifer spoke with his chest full of air.
"And my giggling brat," she moved to face Rinoa head-on for they were the same height.
"Rinoa Heartily," she bleated out with confidence.
"Squall Leonhart, madam."
"Zell Dincht, madam."
"Quistis Trepe, madam."
"Selphie Tilmitt, madam."
"Good, cadets. We will be expecting a new transfer to join us shortly, and I will figure out something for him. For now, I expect the partners to station themselves together and report to me after breakfast. To-ge-ther."
"Yes madam," they shouted in unison. As soon as Ms Glynn vanished into the nearest building, the group split up.
Zell turned to his right to face Squall, who wasn't facing Zell and had his eyes fixed on some far away horizon.
"Hey Squall, I'm your partner," he almost choked on his words.
"Hn."
"Now why did Quistis choose Seifer over you?" he whispered jokingly.
"Don't ask if it doesn't matter to you," and with that, Squall faced Zell coldly momentarily then walked towards the main building.
But he wondered, why did Quistis nominate him to be Squall's partner instead of Seifer's anyway? She never looked out for him before, or maybe she just wanted to whip Almasy into shape. Who knows, or was there another reason? No matter, he had to catch up to Squall for breakfast, after all, they were partners now.
FOREWORD: This is an ongoing fanfic. To start reading from the beginning, click here.
Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhart
Status: ongoing
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, light Rinoa bashing
Search keyword: ff8_floating
Notes: Started off as a one-shot but.. it's getting longer. Here goes.
Knock knock. "Anyone there??" Nobody answered. Knock knock. "Hey Squall!"
"What."
The voice came from behind. Zell whirled around and almost collided into a non-moving Squall.
"Uh, yo Squall. Where'd you go?"
"What are you doing here."
"Looking for you.."
"For."
"Uh, nothing."
"Good." Squall bumped past Zell to slide the key into the door. Zell stayed silent and stared at the door across the hall. "You coming in or what."
"Oh, yeah sure."
After Squall locked the door behind him and Zell was comfortably sprawled out on Squall's bed, Squall discarded everything he was holding and his bomber jacket onto the couch. "Coffee?" he asked, sounding a little more relaxed.
"Yeah. Hey Squall, you in the mood for talking?"
"Whatever." He walked into the bathroom to retrieve the coffee mug.
"So, did you see Quistis today? You know I wouldn't go down on a day off."
"Yeah."
"Did she say anything about plans or missions or anything coming up?"
"No." Squall returned with two mugs filled with steaming black coffee.
"Oh. Selphie? Did you see Selphie?"
Squall narrowed one eye. "No. Irvine took her out to the flower garden. You want to pick up on Kinneas's girl now?"
"No way man, I just asked, take a chill pill will ya?"
He sat down and handed Zell a mug. "Sugar and cream are on the other side." He sipped his coffee without a noise.
"You and black coffee. It's not a surprise you're so cold all the time, even black coffee can't perk you up!" Zell rolled over without spilling his coffee and retrieved a handful of sugar and cream packets as Squall sat down on the bed, holding his mug away from his lap.
"You sure you don't want sugar and cream? It tastes better, have you even tried it before?"
"No."
"Try it!!"
"No."
"Okay okay. Hey aren't you going to change out of that SeeD uniform? How can you wear that on a day off!?"
"I'll change later." Squall numbly fingered a gold button on the collar. "So you said you wanted to talk. What about."
After dumping the contents of the packets, Zell slurped loudly and answered between gulps, "Yeah.. Oh shit this is hot!!"
"Don't spit on my bed."
Choking loudly, he managed to squeak "'kay."
Squall looked at Zell and started to wonder how he could drink boiling coffee while laying down. Guess it's a Zell thing. Amusing..
Zell peered up to see a smiling Squall. "What you laughing at baby?!"
The smile instantly disappeared. "Don't call me baby."
Zell snickered. "Not funny eh.. ::cough cough:: Oh god." He handed his coffee to Squall and stumped towards the bathroom.
Squall reached his out his left arm and a watch appeared from under his sleeve. It's almost time for dinner with Rinoa.
After five minutes or so of coughing and splashing his face with water, Zell emerged from the bathroom with his shirt soaked.
"I'm going to be late for dinner if you don't get out."
"Already??" He noticed Squall had finished his black coffee and was drinking from his. "Hey that's mine!" he pointed accusingly.
"I know." Squall finished off the cup. "You know, sugar and cream isn't that bad."
"Oh." He lowered his finger. "Fine baby, and about Rinoa.."
"I have to meet her at the door of Chatteau in ten minutes."
"I know, but.. do... you..."
"Stop stuttering."
"Well, do you.. you know, Rinoa, she's a great girl and all but she.."
Squall raised an eyebrow. "What are you trying to say."
"Well.. nothing. I'll go now, better not be late for Princess, right?"
Squall flinched slightly, but Zell couldn't see it through his wide grin. "Yeah. I'll talk to you another time." He put the mugs into the bathroom sink and ushered Zell out.
"See you later Squall!"
"Whatever."
And the door closed in his face. Zell heaved and didn't know what to do. Best be going back, he didn't want to call his mother late either.
FOREWORD: This is an ongoing fanfic. To start reading from the beginning, click here.
Series: Final Fantasy VIII (8)
Pairing: Zell Dincht & Squall Leonhart
Status: ongoing
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, light Rinoa bashing
Search keyword: ff8_floating
Notes: Zell and Squall ficcie!! My favorite and only yaoi couple @.@ I love them so okay, off to writing now.
It was a cold, windy afternoon at Balamb Garden. Zell stared up at the ceiling crack from his bunk bed.
"Cracks. That's what they always are, one crack blending into another. A trail of cracks." His eyes traced the crack straight above him that led to the top of the door. He sighed and closed his eyes, not bearing to stare at the closed door.
Ever since he had become a SeeD, and even before that, the girls around him were always the same. Rinoa was a good friend, Selphie was annoying but still a friend, and Quistis was a friend even though she remained to be the teacher figure to him. That was the problem - they were all just friends - there was no way any of them would like him as more than just a friend. The library girl had left when her father decided to take her back. The only possible girl gone. All were left were friends.
"Squall.." he whispered. Even in the confinement of his own room, he still wasn't too sure of his surroundings. He would rather be home. He was alone though, rather lonely, too. He had developed a slight crush on their leader a few years back, what now? He heaved silently and opened his eyes again.
However, this time the continuous cracks on the ceiling weren't there any more, but instead, it was a large representation of Squall's face. .. but that was a mighty long crack. It was almost like the face was proportional to the scar. It hovered above him and almost scared the shit out of the blond boy.
Zell squinted and blinked, and the image disappeared. "Fuck I can't take this any more!" He rolled off his back and leaped off the top bunk, landing in a crouch. (His loose-fitting shorts had always enabled him to move freely.) It was Saturday and he didn't feel like wearing the SeeD uniform today, he wasn't planning to go any where. Until now.
He ran up to the door and stopped. He noticed his arms were bare because he was wearing solely the tanktop, so he turned back to get his jacket, only to find Squall siting on the bottom bunk.
"Squall! What the.. how did you get in here?" Squall looked at him as he usually did- calm, even kind of dead looking, but there was a smile in his eyes. Zell blinked and Squall vanished. "What the... I'm seeing things.. I'm seeing Squall, it can't be this bad."
He blinked a couple more times before snatching his jacket and walking back towards the door. Nostalgic, he glanced at the bunkbed. Nobody there. He turned and gripped the doorknob, hesitating.
"Where am I going man... This is insane." He held onto the doorknob but his hand refused to turn it. He sighed inwardly and his lips trembled. He was always over-emotional, they had told him that since he was a child. He wanted to be like his grandfather, a proud and strong SeeD, but at moments like these he wasn't sure. He was a great martial artist, he knew that, he was strong, but he wasn't so sure if he was always proud.
Starring at the door, he imagined Squall's face instead, staring steadily into his eyes and not saying a word. He would expect that of Squall and no more. He knew something most people would never face. Defeat.
Squall was taken. His heart was captured by the healing and gentle angel Rinoa. Not that Zell had anything against her, but he envied her greatly. She had the beauty and charm that captured even Squall's heart. She was swift and carried about a cherry blossom-filled air. Anybody could tell that Squall was silently entranced in her cheerfulness. Zell could never compete. Not with a girl.
"Damn, Squall will never like me. I'm a guy, for hyne sakes! He would never fall for a guy like I did.." His unusually soft voice trailed off to a whisper. He really cared about Squall. He would throw himself into the line of fire, fight up-close and personal if anything would protect Squall. He cared about his mother too, but not in the same way. Squall was too cold most of the time to call a friend, and yet he was his "best" friend. Maybe because Squall had nobody else to really open up to - he liked Rinoa but he wasn't about to tell her all of his deep, dark secrets. Ever since he had started to open up, Zell was the one he would turn to for anything. Zell. Zell would always be there for him.
He loosened his grip on the knob and leaned his forehead into the door. He wasn't going anywhere, facing Squall with his feelings wasn't going to happen. He may care for Squall more than any person in the world, he may think the best and admire him, he may love him to his heart's content, but he was not going to face him. How? It wouldn't work. He had Rinoa.. or something along those lines.
Zell threw down his jacket on the bottom bunk and sauntered over to the window. He twisted his palms around and supported himself on the window sill, sighing and looking down. His sneakers tweaked beneath him, but he didn't hear it. Enveloped in his thoughts, he fancied himself walking up to Squall and just taking the initiative of kissing him, not caring whether Seifer or Rinoa or anybody else would see. Squall would probably react by harshly shoving him away as fast as possible, but maybe that little physical contact would relieve him of some tension. But then he would need more relief later on; that was a useless idea.
The wind blew roughly outside and rattled the window. Zell reached up to touched the frigid trembling glass with his right hand. His eyes first focused on his own reflection, then turned away, not baring to look into his own eyes. Slowly, he brought his eyes back and settled them on the courtyard outside. There, he saw Rinoa in her fluttering delicate blue dress, looking gorgeous as ever. "Isn't she cold?" he wondered, at least until he saw Seifer wrap his trenchcoat around her.
"Where did he come from.." Zell whispered. It seemed all too sudden when he saw Seifer bend down to the lady (an entire foot shorter than him) to kiss her. Zell's knees gave way like jelly.
"I thought she was over with him! Isn't she with Squall now?" He trailed off into a mass of thoughts: Perhaps she got back with Seifer. Wait, she was with him before, she's with Squall now... Did she go back to ugly gorilla man? He ruffled his hair, a tad bit confused. Last I remembered, Squall really liked her and she seemed like she was really into him, too. What's going on...
He didn't know what to think, so without another thought, he dashed out with his jacket.