Disclaimer: No. I am not Squaresoft. Wait. Is it Square Enix now? Bah.
WARNING: (Incoming game) I mean, shounen ai. Duh, this is ME we're talking about, isn't it? Zell x Almasy. it's
fun-ner saying Seif's last name. Sorry for a brief thing of my sad amusement.
Authoress' Notes: WHOA(Black Betty)! Hi. Please don't ask about the title, I'm sure it will have nothing to do with
the story. It's almost three in the morning, and I don't need Mountain Dew yet! Yay! Well, I'm sorry if my freaky-
deaky(Dutch) fics will scare the "swiss cheese" out of you.
Swissy: Whoa(Black Betty). I'm being scared out of someone?
Hieica: *facefault* No, "swiss cheese" is an edit for "shit" from a Kamishibai I once had. Anyway, leave poor Swissy
alone and go read the fic already!
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Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter One
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Racing against all odds, he fought his way through the overwhelming crowds of moving masses of monster-like figures.
He continued fighting on. He had to win, he just had to, but the monsters were holding him back. They were closing in
on him, halting him, slowing him down. He just had to win.
He had to get some friggin' hot dogs!
"Yo people! Move outta my way!!" Zell Dincht shouted, ducking under and hopping over random SeeD students.
Somebody "accidentally" jumped in front of him, and his head connected with bold, stiff muscle. Falling to the ground,
he rubbed the top of his head, making sure the spikes were still intact.
Looking up to see a triumphant smirk, he growled. "Almasy!! Why the HELL'd you do that!?"
The trench coat clad teen towered over him. "To make you miss out on hot dogs, I guess. But I'll say because you were
running in the hall."
"Ah, screw the hall! My hot dogs!!" He exclaimed, standing up full-length.
The leader of the Disciplinary Committee still towered over poor Zell, the younger, shorter, and less stronger blonde
feeling supremely outwitted. Then hot dogs flashed before his eyes and he shoved past Seifer quickly, trying to make it
to the cafeteria.
He jerked back when the taller blonde gripped the collar of his jacket. He turned his head, snarling. "Leggo!"
Triumphantly grinning again, Seifer felt satisfied. That was of course, until Zell wrenched his arms from the jacket
and sprinted down the cafeteria hallway. Standing there with a slightly annoyed look on his face, Seifer looked down at
the abandoned jacket in his hands.
He decided to let Zell go. This time, anyway.
But what was he going to do with the jacket?
Turning on his steel-toed shoe's heel, he began walking towards the dormitories. Ignoring the stares he recieved when
he stomped by, Seifer slammed his dormitory door shut behind him and tossed the jacket onto his desk chair's arm.
Then he smelled it. Sniffing the air, Seifer began circling his tiny room, finally stopping when his eyes rested upon
the jacket once more. It was the object of the scent.
It smelled like hot dogs.
And hair gel. Not bad smelling, either. Dincht had good "taste" in hair gel. Cheap gel didn't come easy to him. It
was only if he had no choice. Seifer presumed.
Why he was thinking about Zell's preference's in hair gel, he had no clue.
Well, anyway, he decided he needed a day off, and promptly skipped the last classes of the day. He was lightly dozing
when there was pounding on his door.
Opening it up, there stood the short, figurely Zell, a mad glare on his face. As usual, he wore his baggy short pant-
like things, and a necklace. Without his jacket, you could see the black muscle shirt that hugged his perfectly fine
torso. He stood akimbo, gloved and spiked hands resting on his hips.
"Gimme my jacket!" He demanded.
Ah, Seifer remembered now. "Did you get your hot dogs?" He asked out of curiosity and to stall Zell to make him even
more pissed off then he already was.
"As a matter-of-fact, I did. Now gimme my jacket."
"Not until you say please..." Seifer teased, holding the jacket up over his head and out of reach of Zell.
"Almasyyyyyy!!" Zell said, obviously frustrated.
"C'mon, say it..."
"No!" He said stubbornly, arms crossed now.
"Then, I guess you won't get your jacket back..." Seifer said with a smirk and closed the door in Zell's fuming red
face.
He heard, and felt, the tremors as Zell angrilly pounded his fists into the ground. "GODDAMMIT!!" He shouted, waking
up whatever students that had been sleeping.
Seifer grinned and went into his bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving the jacket on his chair once again. He knew
Zell wouldn't break in. Even Zell wouldn't be that uncourteous. Zell COULDN'T be that uncourteous.
When he once again came out, the red and black jacket seemed to stare at him. It wouldn't leave him alone. For an hour
he sat there on his bed, staring at the jacket.
When he couldn't stand it anymore, he snatched it off of his desk chair and opened his dormitory door, thursting his
head through the open hole in the wall. Closing his door behind him, he wandered down the hallway until he appeared at
Zell Dincht's door.
He knocked lightly and waited to hear shuffling. When nothing came, he knocked again, this time harder. Still nothing.
Soon he found himself pounding on the door to no avail. He turned the knob.
It opened.
A shocked Seifer stood there another moment until he realized that it had been unlocked.
Poking his head in and peering around, his eyes fell upon the sleeping hand combatist. Stepping in slowly and quietly,
Seifer found himself at Zell's bedside. He stood, peering down at the younger boy, who had lazilly been tangled in the
sheets, his pillows on the floor and at the foot of his bed. Zell slept with a baggy white muscle shirt on, his bare
arms flung over the side and just above his head.
Against Seifer's thoughts, Zell did not snore, you could just barely hear the quiet breaths. And, most surprisingly,
the smaller blonde slept with his hair down. His bangs, or, in awake mode, his spikes, were hanging down in front of
his face, going a little past his eyes on some parts.
Brushing them away, Seifer turned and was about to place the jacket on Zell's Combat King covered desk when Zell said,
"Almasy..."
Frozen in place, Seifer did nothing but turn his head to face Zell. He was still sleeping, thankfully. "Almasy...gimme
me jacket or I'll..."
So, it seemed Zell talked in his sleep.
Quietly placing the jacket on the desk, Seifer turned the lock on Zell's doorknob and closed it behind him.
Seifer's hands smelled like hot dogs and hair gel.
Turning in for the night, Seifer immediately fell asleep on impact with the bed.
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Hieica: Hm? So? Was it cool, did it suck? I'll tell you, I had fun writing this. It was so fun. I had hot dogs in mind
when naming this before I even started it, and I asked my sister what the first thing was that came to her mind when I
said "Zell". Hair Gel was it. So, thank you, Raine333, you are so sexy! O.o
You're just not as sexy as Ciu Sune and Culinary. O.O *Ciu Sune dies dramatically*
Swissy: Yo! You'd better review, or I'll drown you in bad quality hair gel!
WARNING: (Incoming game) I mean, shounen ai. Duh, this is ME we're talking about, isn't it? Zell x Almasy. it's
fun-ner saying Seif's last name. Sorry for a brief thing of my sad amusement.
Authoress' Notes: WHOA(Black Betty)! Hi. Please don't ask about the title, I'm sure it will have nothing to do with
the story. It's almost three in the morning, and I don't need Mountain Dew yet! Yay! Well, I'm sorry if my freaky-
deaky(Dutch) fics will scare the "swiss cheese" out of you.
Swissy: Whoa(Black Betty). I'm being scared out of someone?
Hieica: *facefault* No, "swiss cheese" is an edit for "shit" from a Kamishibai I once had. Anyway, leave poor Swissy
alone and go read the fic already!
__________________________________________________________
Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter One
__________________________________________________________
Racing against all odds, he fought his way through the overwhelming crowds of moving masses of monster-like figures.
He continued fighting on. He had to win, he just had to, but the monsters were holding him back. They were closing in
on him, halting him, slowing him down. He just had to win.
He had to get some friggin' hot dogs!
"Yo people! Move outta my way!!" Zell Dincht shouted, ducking under and hopping over random SeeD students.
Somebody "accidentally" jumped in front of him, and his head connected with bold, stiff muscle. Falling to the ground,
he rubbed the top of his head, making sure the spikes were still intact.
Looking up to see a triumphant smirk, he growled. "Almasy!! Why the HELL'd you do that!?"
The trench coat clad teen towered over him. "To make you miss out on hot dogs, I guess. But I'll say because you were
running in the hall."
"Ah, screw the hall! My hot dogs!!" He exclaimed, standing up full-length.
The leader of the Disciplinary Committee still towered over poor Zell, the younger, shorter, and less stronger blonde
feeling supremely outwitted. Then hot dogs flashed before his eyes and he shoved past Seifer quickly, trying to make it
to the cafeteria.
He jerked back when the taller blonde gripped the collar of his jacket. He turned his head, snarling. "Leggo!"
Triumphantly grinning again, Seifer felt satisfied. That was of course, until Zell wrenched his arms from the jacket
and sprinted down the cafeteria hallway. Standing there with a slightly annoyed look on his face, Seifer looked down at
the abandoned jacket in his hands.
He decided to let Zell go. This time, anyway.
But what was he going to do with the jacket?
Turning on his steel-toed shoe's heel, he began walking towards the dormitories. Ignoring the stares he recieved when
he stomped by, Seifer slammed his dormitory door shut behind him and tossed the jacket onto his desk chair's arm.
Then he smelled it. Sniffing the air, Seifer began circling his tiny room, finally stopping when his eyes rested upon
the jacket once more. It was the object of the scent.
It smelled like hot dogs.
And hair gel. Not bad smelling, either. Dincht had good "taste" in hair gel. Cheap gel didn't come easy to him. It
was only if he had no choice. Seifer presumed.
Why he was thinking about Zell's preference's in hair gel, he had no clue.
Well, anyway, he decided he needed a day off, and promptly skipped the last classes of the day. He was lightly dozing
when there was pounding on his door.
Opening it up, there stood the short, figurely Zell, a mad glare on his face. As usual, he wore his baggy short pant-
like things, and a necklace. Without his jacket, you could see the black muscle shirt that hugged his perfectly fine
torso. He stood akimbo, gloved and spiked hands resting on his hips.
"Gimme my jacket!" He demanded.
Ah, Seifer remembered now. "Did you get your hot dogs?" He asked out of curiosity and to stall Zell to make him even
more pissed off then he already was.
"As a matter-of-fact, I did. Now gimme my jacket."
"Not until you say please..." Seifer teased, holding the jacket up over his head and out of reach of Zell.
"Almasyyyyyy!!" Zell said, obviously frustrated.
"C'mon, say it..."
"No!" He said stubbornly, arms crossed now.
"Then, I guess you won't get your jacket back..." Seifer said with a smirk and closed the door in Zell's fuming red
face.
He heard, and felt, the tremors as Zell angrilly pounded his fists into the ground. "GODDAMMIT!!" He shouted, waking
up whatever students that had been sleeping.
Seifer grinned and went into his bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving the jacket on his chair once again. He knew
Zell wouldn't break in. Even Zell wouldn't be that uncourteous. Zell COULDN'T be that uncourteous.
When he once again came out, the red and black jacket seemed to stare at him. It wouldn't leave him alone. For an hour
he sat there on his bed, staring at the jacket.
When he couldn't stand it anymore, he snatched it off of his desk chair and opened his dormitory door, thursting his
head through the open hole in the wall. Closing his door behind him, he wandered down the hallway until he appeared at
Zell Dincht's door.
He knocked lightly and waited to hear shuffling. When nothing came, he knocked again, this time harder. Still nothing.
Soon he found himself pounding on the door to no avail. He turned the knob.
It opened.
A shocked Seifer stood there another moment until he realized that it had been unlocked.
Poking his head in and peering around, his eyes fell upon the sleeping hand combatist. Stepping in slowly and quietly,
Seifer found himself at Zell's bedside. He stood, peering down at the younger boy, who had lazilly been tangled in the
sheets, his pillows on the floor and at the foot of his bed. Zell slept with a baggy white muscle shirt on, his bare
arms flung over the side and just above his head.
Against Seifer's thoughts, Zell did not snore, you could just barely hear the quiet breaths. And, most surprisingly,
the smaller blonde slept with his hair down. His bangs, or, in awake mode, his spikes, were hanging down in front of
his face, going a little past his eyes on some parts.
Brushing them away, Seifer turned and was about to place the jacket on Zell's Combat King covered desk when Zell said,
"Almasy..."
Frozen in place, Seifer did nothing but turn his head to face Zell. He was still sleeping, thankfully. "Almasy...gimme
me jacket or I'll..."
So, it seemed Zell talked in his sleep.
Quietly placing the jacket on the desk, Seifer turned the lock on Zell's doorknob and closed it behind him.
Seifer's hands smelled like hot dogs and hair gel.
Turning in for the night, Seifer immediately fell asleep on impact with the bed.
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Hieica: Hm? So? Was it cool, did it suck? I'll tell you, I had fun writing this. It was so fun. I had hot dogs in mind
when naming this before I even started it, and I asked my sister what the first thing was that came to her mind when I
said "Zell". Hair Gel was it. So, thank you, Raine333, you are so sexy! O.o
You're just not as sexy as Ciu Sune and Culinary. O.O *Ciu Sune dies dramatically*
Swissy: Yo! You'd better review, or I'll drown you in bad quality hair gel!