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Of Weeds and Seeds, Chapter Two

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Jul. 8th, 2015 | 04:14 pm
posted by: skittles4zell in seiferzell

Title: Of Weeds and Seeds
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Seifer/Squall, Seifer/Zell, Irvine/Selphie, Fujin, Raijin, Rinoa, and other miscellaneous characters
Word Count: 2,176 / 4,349 (chapter/total)
Tags: AU, cheesiness, drama, fluff, friends to lovers, language, professional relationship to romantic relationship, romance, sexual tension
Summary: Seifer meets his newest client, and it doesn’t go horribly.
Previous chapters: one


When Seifer made it to his office the next morning, he was pleased to find his office assistant, Fujin, already behind her desk. If Seifer considered himself the muscle behind his company, Fujin was the brains. She was in charge of various duties such as scheduling clients and handling the paperwork end of his landscaping business. She wasn’t the most talkative or the friendliest, for that matter. She was, however, fiercely loyal and noticeably more productive than his last assistant, Ellone.

“Morning,” she greeted, typing at her computer.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” Seifer asked, opting to sidestep the civilities. Not that Fujin cared to hear much about his day thus far. It was just a “morning,” not a good morning. Squall had slept on the sofa after their fight, if Seifer could even call it that. He hoped they could have a better talk about it tonight. He wasn’t an insecure lover by any means, but Rinoa made him uneasy. Seifer leaned over and looked at Fujin’s desk calendar, distracting himself.

“Three clients today. Mister Cid Kramer at eleven to ensure he’s satisfied with his Kentucky grass. Miss Quistis Trepe at twelve to follow up on her rose garden. Lunch at one. Then a new client, Zell Dincht, at two. He’s already faxed his signed liability forms.” She finally paused her typing and slid her chair to the filing cabinet to retrieve his folder.

“You act like this is my first rodeo.” Seifer took the paperwork and gave it a quick glance.

She only offered a shrug of her thin shoulders. “Here is the Maintenance Agreement for you both to fill out and sign today at the initial consultation.”

He had been nodding along, only half-listening because he knew she’d already emailed all his appointments to keep him on track. His day sounded promising enough; hopefully he could stay occupied to prevent his mind from wandering further. “Thanks, Fu.” He headed to his own office to catch up on a few things before he headed out for the day.

*

Seifer’s day continued well enough. His meetings with his two clients went smoothly, and he was on his way to Zell Dincht’s house. It was a bright afternoon in April with sparse traffic. His mood had improved substantially, as he’d nearly forgotten his disagreement with Squall.

But when he pulled into Zell’s driveway and stopped in front of the gate, he couldn’t help but be disappointed and a tad discouraged when he caught sight of the yard. There was no mistaking that he was in the right place. Before he had even made it past the threshold to the premises, he could spot how dangerous the grass was. And the weeds; oh God, the weeds. There were unruly bushes here and over there and what was that growing over there?

His grip on the steering wheel of his company truck tightened. He thought about putting the vehicle in reverse and never looking back. But no; Seifer was not a quitter. He was a former Army soldier with a knack for business and landscaping. And unfortunately, sometimes that meant not knowing when to walk away.

Seifer rolled his window down and reached out to page Zell from the callbox.

“’ello?” a voice crackled from the other end.

“Seifer Almasy, here from Hyperion Lawn and Garden Care. We have a two o’clock appointment.”

There was a pause, and then: “Two? It’s only one thirty!” the voice replied indignantly.

Seifer tried not to bang his head on the steering wheel. His frustration was beginning to tease out a headache. “Early bird catches the worm, right?” he replied with an insincere cheeriness.

A huff from the other line. “Yeah, yeah. Hold on. Lemme just…” A clunk and some fumbling around. “Still trying to figure this damn thing out. Oh yeah. Here!”

The voice must have figured it out because the security gate opened. Seifer was about to try for polite and reply with a thank you, but there was a distinct beep to signify the interaction with the voice was over.

This Tuesday was beginning to feel more and more like a Monday. He sighed to himself and drove the remainder of the driveway, stopping in front of the two-car garage. Before climbing from his truck, he grabbed his clipboard and pen for notes as well as the contract information. Once out, he had an even better view of the yard, for better or worse.

He’d need to fix that. And it probably wouldn’t hurt to cut those. Fertilize over there. And destroy the kudzu, always destroy the kudzu. He was shaking his head and clicking his tongue in disapproval when he heard the front door on the porch open and close. He looked up. “Mister Dincht?”

The blonde he assumed to be Zell squinted up at the sun before sliding a pair of sunglasses onto his face.

“Damn, it’s bright out, ain’t it?” Zell regarded the taller blonde below for a moment from behind his sunglasses. Selphie had been right when she mentioned he was good-looking, despite the faded scar between his eyes. He stepped down the porch steps to stand in front of Seifer, wiped his right hand on his baggy gym shorts before sticking it out for the other man to shake. “Name’s Zell. Don’t call me ‘mister.’ Makes me feel old.” He grinned. “You must be that Seifer guy.”

Seifer shook his hand politely and smirked a bit at how much shorter the man looked now that they were on the same level. He briefly considered telling the cute blonde that his nametag did in fact proclaim him to be Seifer, but he decided against it. He was a smartass, take it or leave it. But he knew when, where, and to whom he could behave as such. “Seifer Almasy. Got quite a jungle out here,” he stated, making note of the weeds tangling themselves under the porch’s steps.

“Gee, thanks for noticing,” Zell said, rolling his eyes. “That’s why I called you.”

What a brat, Seifer thought to himself before absent-mindedly scribbling more notes. “Look, there’s no need to get snappy, Mister Dincht. I can fix your yard up in no time.”

Jerk. Zell puffed his chest a bit in defiance. “Good, ‘cause I ain’t payin’ ya to sit on your ass all damn day.”

If Seifer had been anyone else, he probably would have ended the meeting right there. Except he wasn’t anyone else, and he found himself rather amused by the guy’s slight Napoleon complex. Here, he opted to test the boundaries of his latest client. “Of course not. You’re paying me to fix up the castle yard so the dragons and other fiends lurking out here won’t attack your suitors. How will Prince Charming ever find his princess, if the princess can’t even find her own castle?” He winked and brushed past a shocked Zell.

More than a little shocked at this guy’s brazen attitude, Zell sputtered. “What are you tryin’ to say?!”

“It was an analogy, Mister Dincht,” Seifer told him and waved his free hand dismissively. “Now, what exactly do you want to accomplish? Just a fix up?” he inquired, looking down in the shrubbery along the side of the house as he jotted more notes.

Zell thought anyone who made lame analogies like that were really trying to over-compensate for things they lacked. Apparently, this guy had a lot to compensate for. He huffed and tried not to let the sexy stranger get to him. “Well, yeah. A fix up would be cool. Ya know, and trim the hedges and maybe plant some flowers along in ‘ere.” He motioned with his arms, designating the area. “These yellow ones can stay, though. They’re pretty.”

Seifer looked up from his notes to see what flowers Zell was talking about. He hadn’t noticed any yellow flowers when he was making his list of plants in the yard. “What flowers, the dandelions?” He frowned. “Taraxacum officinale,” Seifer muttered to himself as he made a note of it.

“Tara-what?”

Taraxacum officinale,” he repeated. “Scientific classification for dandelions. You don’t want them to stay. They’re actually weeds.”

Zell’s jaw dropped as if this statement was the most blasphemous thing he had ever heard. “They are not!” he argued. He honestly didn’t know either way; Zell just knew he liked them. His mind replayed a memory – sitting on the porch with his grandfather, sharing a glass of peach tea, blowing the gray parachutes of the dandelions into the wind as they wished for money and world peace.

Seifer squatted in front of said dandelions and examined them. “Suckers are annoying.” He clicked his tongue and added notes.

"So they can't stay?"

The guy sounded so sincerely discouraged by the prospect, Seifer almost felt guilty. "At the end of the day, it's your yard. If you want them, you can keep them. If you want my professional opinion, however, they're not the most aesthetic option. You've seen them turn from yellow to gray?" He waited for confirmation before continuing, "And then those gray things go everywhere. Next thing you know, your whole yard is nothing but dandelions."

Zell frowned, hands on his hips as he stood close by and watched Seifer examine the dandelions.
Seifer stood. "Once we get your grass cut and your hedges trimmed, we can go over other options. I'll find some visuals, let you see what flowers we can put in place of these."

The shorter man considered this for a moment. He had noticed how the dandelions seemed to be spreading, even in the short time since he’d moved into the house. He wasn’t necessarily keen on having a yard full of them. “I guess I trust your judgement.”

“Good.” Seifer smiled. “Now, these are my notes so far, if you’d like to look over them. And there is some paperwork you’ll have to sign before we can get started, in addition to what you’ve already sent in.”
Zell had never been a fan of paperwork, but he supposed it was a necessary evil. “Sure. Um, you wanna come in?”

“That would make things easier,” replied Seifer, his smile now falling into a smirk.

“You always such a smartass?” Zell asked and led the way up his porch and into his home. He slid his sunglasses onto his head, and they rested easily against his spiked blonde hair.

Seifer decided to tone it back a bit; Zell was in fact a customer. He couldn’t really antagonize him the way he felt compelled to. He wondered where the feeling came from. Somehow, Zell just seemed like an easy target, walking himself right into the potential for jokes and sarcasm. He apologized half-heartedly as he looked around his client’s home. It was a nice two-story structure, from what Seifer could tell. It looked like Zell hadn’t been there for very long, with a few moving boxes spread throughout the house’s space. He followed Zell to the dining room, where at least there was a dark mahogany table with matching chairs. He sat in one and laid out the paperwork Zell would need to sign.

Zell took a chair as well, having turned it around so he could straddle it and lean over its back. “Should my lawyer be here for all this?” Zell gestured at the documents with the pen Seifer had handed him.

“Who’s the smartass now?” Seifer quipped back before remembering he’d told himself to tone it down just seconds ago.

Zell grinned in response, and Seifer took it as a blessing. “Touché.”

Once all the paperwork had been signed and dated, Seifer packed up and headed back towards his truck. “I’ll give Fujin this information, and she’ll get you scheduled accordingly,” he said to Zell who had followed him outside to see him off. “Raijin is one of my assistants; she’ll probably send him out first to mow the lawn.” He shook Zell’s hand. “We’ll be in touch, Mister Dincht.”

“What did I say about ‘mister?’ Don’t call me that.” Zell scowled, still annoyed.

“Is ‘Princess’ better?” Seifer joked but didn’t give Zell time to be offended. “It was nice meeting you. We’ll work out a schedule and go from there.”

Nodding his agreement, Zell didn’t get hung up on the nickname. He watched Seifer climb into his truck and waved amicably as he drove off.

On the way home, Seifer tried to call Squall but didn’t get an answer. He frowned at the time on his dashboard. Squall was definitely finished with school for the day. He thought of Rinoa, with her dark hair and ivory skin. If Squall was getting bored in his relationship with Seifer, he hoped his boyfriend would have the decency to discuss it with him first, not Rinoa.

Seifer turned on the radio, but didn’t pay attention to NPR’s current talk. Instead, he caught himself thinking of Zell’s bright blue eyes and interesting demeanor. Seifer had definitely never met anyone like him before, and he didn’t quite know what to make of him.

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perkyandproud

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from: perkyandproud
date: Jul. 9th, 2015 05:17 am (UTC)
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They meet! LOL, cute banter, bet it will get even better as we go on!

Poor Dandelions. Never get the love! Though, I will point out that if you harvest them before they go to seed, they are quite useful!

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Oberin Hilexander

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from: gargoule
date: Jul. 12th, 2015 02:54 am (UTC)
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Right? The dandelions! so useful. they never get love.

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jessica *<3

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from: skittles4zell
date: Jul. 15th, 2015 10:59 pm (UTC)
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Thank you! The banter makes me nervous. It's hard to get them to be jerks to each other when Zell is technically Seifer's boss at this point.

I didn't know dandelions were so awesome until I did the research for this scene. I know I'm one of the few people who doesn't mind them, but I was surprised that they have nutritional values and stuff.

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Oberin Hilexander

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from: gargoule
date: Jul. 12th, 2015 02:54 am (UTC)
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Eeee! i haven't been this excited for updates on a fic in a long time!!

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jessica *<3

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from: skittles4zell
date: Jul. 15th, 2015 10:59 pm (UTC)
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You have done wonders for my ego. Thank you!

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Oberin Hilexander

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from: gargoule
date: Jul. 16th, 2015 04:24 am (UTC)
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your ego needs more love i think! <3

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sac de cigarettes

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from: sani
date: Jul. 12th, 2015 08:01 pm (UTC)
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ahh, surly little Zell is my love :D

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jessica *<3

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from: skittles4zell
date: Jul. 15th, 2015 11:00 pm (UTC)
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He can be a bit of a dick sometimes, I think. :3

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