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Seifer/Zell for 1sentence.

01. Walking.

One's stride is graceful, gliding, and effortless, tireless and confident like a wolf to Squall's lion, head up even though he's jaded, facing the world with scornful pride, and the other bounces more than strides, full of cheer and love of life, eyes up, all around, frantically trying not to miss a single moment; as they pass each other in the hallway, behind their open glares, all both (bring it on, I'll take you down) Seifer and (bring what on? Everything rocks) Zell want at that moment is to be able to walk like the other.

02. Waltz.

Heh, look at puberty boy trying to dance, what a riot; what, 'snot that bad, like you could do any better; why yes, actually, I think I could, seeing as I'm not completely socially retarded like him or you; hah, I'll belive't when when I see it, prove it if you think you're so good; ...are you asking me to dance with you, Chickenwuss?

03. Wishes.

Seifer had always dreamed of becoming a Sorceress's Knight, but he was realizing that the title was only a cover: what he'd really wanted was to be someone else's dream come true; when that someone else turned out to be Zell of all people, all that Seifer could manage to think between kisses was that between him and the whole Ultimecia thing, Fate really liked to fuck with his mind.

04. Wonder.

Why not Squall, Zell had asked him once, and Seifer had replied with something like if you hadn't noticed, Chickenwuss, I don't like myself much, and then had proceeded to ask what the hell Zell thought he'd see in a quieter, more introspective version of himself—and although Zell had shot back something about Seifer being egotistical enough to fall in love with a mirror, after that, he had understood.

05. Worry.

Zell had never expected or wanted Seifer to pat him on the back or comfort him when he was down, but what surprised him the most was that he actually was starting to like all the swift "put up and shut up or solve your damn problems" kicks in the ass that Seifer was amazingly good at delivering.

06. Whimsy.

Seifer knew he shouldn't have played along when Zell had asked him if he knew what would be totally awesome, and yet he had to admit that Zell's talk of a Garden-orphanage reunion was awesome, if only in the fact that even after everything, Zell still naturally included him in the plans.

07. Waste/Wasteland.

Quistis had once said that locking the two of them in a room always resulted in a disaster area; three months later, ironically enough, history proved that splitting them apart resulted in far worse.

08. Whiskey/Rum.

Seifer soon realized that even though he couldn't buy alcohol, he could achieve the same not-quite-there fuzziness of drunk by just actually listening to (holy crap, could he talk your ear off) Zell's incessant nonsensical babbling—and in a way, he also found, just like alcohol, it was addictive (and much like hangovers, came with headaches).

09. War.

It was less caressing and more touches full of awe, sliding over battle-scarred skin and memories of felt-caused-over pain: I could have killed you there and there, and there and there and this one, too—made only sweeter by the slight not-smirk curve in Seifer's lips that told Zell this: I can still kill you, bitch, but now, I'd rather kill anyone else that dares to try.

10. Weddings.

Seifer remembered once telling Raijin that the day Squall got married was the day he'd fucking propose to Chickenwuss or something (hah! his ass!); when Seifer suddenly doubled over laughing one afternoon after getting the mail, Zell climbed onto the kitchen counter to peer over his shoulder at the wedding invitation, asking what was so funny about March 10^th.

11. Birthday.

Sometimes, when he's with Zell, Seifer can remember that even after everything, he's still only eighteen years old; sometimes, when he's with Seifer, Zell can find that seventeen isn't so young.

12. Blessing.

Zell had once heard Seifer mumbling to himself before a field test (Hyne, give me the strength to love myself more than anyone else) and when Seifer had turned around and seen him, telling him to please, Chickenwuss, hold the fan mail until after I ace this, that was when it had sunk in that on the battlefield, that was the only blessing he or anyone else could pray for—and that for Seifer, for some reason, battlefields never ended along with the battles.

13. Bias.

It had always been Zell that Seifer had singled out, mocking him and laughing at him right in front of the others when he lost his sparring matches; when Zell had gotten pissed, trained even harder, and started beating the other SeeD cadets just to prove he could, Seifer had just stood quietly by on the sidelines, smirking and congratulating himself for a job well done.

14. Burning.

Ultimecia had seduced his ego, feeding him lies that the man that he was could and did measure up to the glorified hero in his mind; Zell had put out that lie-fed fire and showed him that the man he was could be and was good enough on his own (or at least could kick his ass, anyway).

15. Breathing.

In, step, out, step, in, step, out, step, pause, in, in, in, in—ALMASYHOWTHEFUCKDIDYOUGETINTOMYROOMANDWHYTHEHELLDIDYOUHAVETOBESUCHANASSANDDELETEALLTHEGAMESANDDUDEIMEANYEAHITSFINALSWEEKANDIWASN'TsupposedtoGOINGTOPLAYTHEM'COSLIKEMayellsatmeandstuffBUTWHATTHEHELLWASTHATFORANDYOUASSYOUDIDN'THAVETORESETALLMYGARDENPASSWORDSTOCHICKENWUSS—and he stops, panting with the effort, when Seifer looks up and pulls his headphones from his head, raising an eyebrow and asking with a smirk if Zell could please repeat that, and if not, why not sit his ass down and study, because there's no way his idiot ass is going to pass if he doesn't—and Zell sighs and plops down on the ground in surrender as Seifer smirks again and throws him a math textbook from the pile on the table.

16. Breaking.

One's got the hard skin, physical and mental, just-try-to-touch-me-and-I'll-leave-you-bleeding; the other's got the hard head, stupid enough to keep trying and strong enough to keep bleeding until somehow, it works.

17. Belief.

It's like those cartoon villains, Zell thinks, the ones that keep popping up again and again just to annoy you after they've been blown up fifty times; Seifer can't be dead—can he?—and then he doesn't really want to think, any more.

18. Balloon.

Seifer had thought that eventually, he'd push Zell hard enough so that the kid would spazfit and explode, and had thought it would be pretty funny for a while—until he realized that with Zell gone, he'd be stuck with tormenting (whatever) Squall, and that life, without Zell, would be pretty damn boring.

19. Balcony.

Ow, ow, OW, stoppit, gah, hey, HEY, what the hell are you doing, nonono don't throw me over nono STOP HEY PUT ME DOWN, GAH—quit squirming, and I'm not going to drop you—whoaaaa, Garden looks awesome upside down—and as he dangles Zell over the edge of Garden, Seifer stops laughing, just for a second, in shock at the discovery that Zell believes him.

20. Bane.

It's strange, the first night, when Zell heads back to his dorm to sleep, and he can't put a finger on exactly why—and then he can, suddenly, freezing in his tracks in the hallway as someone calls a hey, Zell! and it's strange, because no one's called him Chickenwuss all day.

21. Quiet.

Whine, snark, whine, snark, whine, snark, snap-retaliation, amused laughter, insulted pride, insulting pride, anger, snark, anger, snark, spazRAGE, snark, dive-thud, crash, crack-breaking, scuffle-roll, smash-kick, snarl-counter, whatthehellisyourproblem from both sides, grab, shove, LETMEGO, thud-wall kiss—Zell shuts up.

22. Quirks.

Just like Squall, Seifer's got a reputation for always needing to be in control, but Zell doesn't ask questions 'cause it doesn't really matter (huh? People are people), and just figures that that's alright, 'cause it's not like Zell's got enough for himself anyway.

23. Question.

Seifer had once asked Zell if he knew exactly how gay can-I-see-your-gunblade made him sound, and Zell had only grinned a little and said he meant it—and after blinking at him for a few seconds, Seifer decided that it was odd, how sometimes stupidity could pass for mystery.

24. Quarrel.

Once, Seifer and Zell had been in detention together—and the next day, Garden had changed the rules so that it never, ever happened again.

25. Quitting.

Maybe he was just stupid, or maybe he just hadn't taken the whole thing seriously enough, or maybe he was just too naïve to get it, but even though he agreed with everyone else that Seifer was completely batshit insane, there was something about the never-give-up part that Zell could almost admire.

26. Jump.

Do it; hell no; what, you scared; NO; then do it; hell no; you're scared; fuck you, Almasy; heheheheh, Chickenwuss; ....FINE—and Zell jumps on, almost loses his balance, then immediately discovers his love for hoverboards.

27. Jester.

What Seifer likes about Zell is that he's open and honest with everything he says and feels; there's never a time, even after he's down, that he ever gets back up with an I-was-only-kidding.

28. Jousting.

On one side, there's Squall, his hero-idol ever since forever, and on the other is Seifer, who is just as—if not more—untouchable; sitting by with a hot dog in his hand and watching the two of them argue, Zell's never really sure who he wants to see break first.

29. Jewel.

It was an odd feeling, knowing that Hyperion, that dog tag around his neck, and himself were the only things that Seifer could claim were completely his, but hey, importance was cool—even if it did get annoying, sometimes—and Zell wasn't complaining.

30. Just.

It's the little things that make him happy—the glint of sun on metal, the sound of seagulls in the distance, the wind in his hair, the weird way bread is sweet in his mouth—it's the little things that make him happy, the little things that have always made him happy, and he's showing Seifer that, one little thing at a time.

31. Smirk.

Down, again and again, but never broken—Zell's glad that even if the world goes to hell and back (again), there's at least one thing that will never change.

32. Sorrow.

Seifer thinks it's for the weak, and Zell thinks that it's for well, someone else: if there's one thing that both of them agree on, it's that neither of them have the time for regrets.

33. Stupidity.

See Zell (n).

34. Serenade.

There was something vaguely ironic about waking up every morning to Zell cursing up a storm in the kitchen as he unsuccessfully tried to make toast and burned himself, but in a way, it was nice: at least he always started his days laughing.

35. Sarcasm.

...that wasn't sarcasm, Seifer added, and Zell turned back around, eyes wide.

36. Sordid.

Zell had once overheard someone call Seifer the Sorceress's whore—and he'd wondered, for one brief moment, whether that meant that they were Garden's and if they were actually any better.

37. Soliloquy.

Where was the—ohcrap,Iforgotthe—aheheh, okay, uhh, whatwasIdoing—ohyeah, now where the hell did I leave that—it has to be in here somewhere, maybe under thebigpileoflaundryIdidn'tdo uhhh—uhhh, maybe under the bed—wait, what the hell smells so bad—huh what's this—I swear if Almasy came in and did weird shit in here again I'm gonna kick his ass so hard—waitwaitwhat—the hell is this—I swear I'm gonna KICK HIS ASS if—heboughtmeapuppy!?

38. Sojourn.

They're talking, somehow, about the past, and realizing that although they'd walked opposite paths, those opposite paths had been down the same road—a road paved in bodies and lined with blood, maybe, but the same road nevertheless—and it makes it easier, thinking about it, just knowing that the other was there.

39. Share.

You scared, Chickenwuss?—yeah, who the hell wouldn't be, are you?—and the short silence before the hah, yeah right told Zell all that he needed to know.

40. Solitary.

Squall had always been the center of attention because he'd been so indomitably alone; Zell's starting to see that Seifer had always been the same way, except he'd been loud, so nobody had heard him.

41. Nowhere.

Seifer's biggest fear is, in the end, getting nowhere—and out of everyone he knows, even though he doesn't know it, it's Zell—Zell, with his famous grandfather and dreams of becoming the awesomest martial artist ever—that understands this.

42. Neutral.

They're like magnets, shifting randomly—sometimes pulling, sometimes pushing, but the sparks never stop—always either firmly together or hands firmly together at each other's throats.

43. Nuance.

Seifer's never stopped calling him Chickenwuss and probably never will, but Zell's found that it's all in how he says the name.

44. Near.

Apart, it looks almost comfortable, but it annoys Zell every time he has to practically climb up on something to reach Seifer's mouth—'course, Seifer could always just quit the short jokes and bend the hell down, but Zell figures the stick up his ass is preventing both.

45. Natural.

Zell's never sure whether to take it as a compliment or not when Seifer says that if there's an opposite to magic, it's him—but the almost-affectionate headlock that follows always hurts less than the rest.

46. Horizon.

Sometimes, Seifer catches himself staring out there, lost in thought or memory, but then Zell usually trips on something and brings the both of them crashing back down to reality.

47. Valiant.

Three on one, six on one, Zell always has to be careful not to hit his allies in the fray—and he's realizing, maybe, that Seifer's bravery wasn't all mouth.

48. Virtuous.

I'm no better than you, I kill people too!

49. Victory.

Smirk; who ever gave you the impression that I thought you were better?

50. Defeat.

You, Zell says, and for the first time, Seifer can't think of anything to say.