Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Domestic ❯ Dorms ( Chapter 2 )

Domestic

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Rated PG-13 for violence, language, and sexual content

Chapter 2: Dorms

"This is madness!" Dr Kadowaki ranted, as she frantically paced around the Infirmary. "Mandatory monster fighting! What has this school come to! Back when Cid was in charge…"

Zell slowly entered the room. Knowing Dr. Kadowaki, his cut ear would only encourage her nagging. Trying to ignore her, Zell looked around the room. All of the beds were filled with foreign people. Most of them were quite smaller then Zell. There was a particularly nasty burn victim to his left, and next to him was a woman with at least four broken bones. In the far corner, Dr. Kadowaki was bandaging a rather large child with gashes across his chest. "Wix…" he muttered to himself. On a plastic chair next to the Doctor's desk, Zell spotted Travis Azerton. He had his sleeves rolled up, and a few bandages on him, but nothing as serious as the patients on the beds. A majority of his Quarterstaff was in the small plastic trashcan next to the desk, but he still held on to the bloody half which he skewed the Buel with. Traivs stared at the ground with a tired look on his face.

"Not you too Dincht!" Dr Kadowaki cried, snapping Zell's attention to her. "Oh, that's not bad at all," she smiled, looking at the side of his face. "What'd you get swiped by?"

"Grendel," Zell said proudly. "He just nicked me though."

"Nothing cure can't help. Azerton, you can go back to the Quad. I'm sure Leonhart has some other monster to sick on you."

Nodding, the black haired boy walked silently out of the Infirmay.

"Take his seat Zell, I'll be there in a minute."

Zell took her advice and slouched into the chair. He ran his fingers over the wound, and jumped back in pain. His ear had finally stopped bleeding, but was now extremely sore. Taking off his gloves, Zell looked down at his brand new red shoes. They were now a shade of magenta. "Note to self: Don't kick a bleeding monster." The blonde sighed to himself. He'd have to do some laundry, and it was only the first day of school. "A ridiculous day of school. Since when is there a test to get into Balamb? It better be a one time thing, cause I'm not doing this next year."

Suddenly his ear caught ablaze, and felt as if it was being eaten by a particularly hungry Bite Bug.

"Touching it will only make it worse Mr. Dincht," Dr. Kadowaki nagged, watching Zell squirm in pain. "You're rusty from last year."

The blonde nodded meekly. The pain vanished in a few seconds, and was replaced by a cool sensation. He touched his now scratch-free ear.

"Forget what cure felt like?" Dr Kadowaki laughed. "I'm sure you'll be back with far worse then that Dincht."

"Prolly, Zell mumbled. "Can I go?"

"Fine. Go back to your little battles."

Zell didn't need a second invitation. Almost knocking the plastic chair over, Zell left the Infirmary and jogged back to the Quad.

He considered his hardest fight over, as humans don't fight hand-to-hand like monsters too. Actually, Zell was one of the few people in the Garden to use Knuckles. Punches and kicks were considered monster tactics. Swords and guns gave the wielder a better chance of not getting his/her face torn off. The blonde grew up with it though, and if it got him into SeeD, there was no need to change it.

Taking the steps two at a time, Zell made it back just in time to see Kasey Zoggers get clotheslined by a Wendigo. Once again, Ifrit broke out of the floor and devoured the muscular monster.

"Take him to the Infirmary," Squall barked, now more agitated.

"Didn't it go well?" Zell asked, slamming his palm down on Irvine's shoulder. The cowboy jumped, but quickly regained his composure

"It all went downhill after the M's. Selphie put on quite a show though. She beat a Grat into a pulp." Irvine waved to Selphie, who was on the other side of the Quad. She blushed and waved back

"How'd you do?" Zell questioned.

"I got this flimsy Red Bat. One shot with Bismark here, and it was pretty much over."

"Lucky."

"Yeah but you had the best show. Nobody else actually threw their monster."

"Very true," Zell muttered, staring at the floor.

"Next fight is a hand to hand battle," Squall muttered in a tired voice. "Due to injuries, the battle will be held tomorrow. It will begin at 1300 hours. Make sure you're prompt or you will be disqualified. Report to the dorms."

"Tch…I run all the way here, only to leave?" Zell whined

"Yeah, I think that…"

"HEY GUYS!!" Selphie yelled jumping on Irvine from behind. "How's my favorite cowboy?"

Irvine's knees buckled, but he regained his balance. "I'm fine, how's my favorite cowgirl?"

"I'm great!" she cheered. "Zell your fight was awesome! I was so happy for you."

"Yeah…well…thanks," Zell stuttered, scratching the back of his head.

"Let's go get our dorms before all the good ones are taken!" Selphie jeered. Irvine and Zell were grabbed by the wrist and dragged out of the Quad. "So who do you think had the best fight?"

"I liked Terra Jullo's fight," Irvine smiled. "She was smart, funny…"

"You just like her breasts," Selphie scowled, as she hit him on the back of the head. "What about you Zell?"

"I like Wix's fight," the blonde laughed as they passed the cafeteria. "Actually I just liked the part where the Imp almost ate him."

"What's wrong with Wix?" Selphie asked. "He's a little cocky, but he seemed ok."

"He's a bastard," Zell scoffed.

"Whatever! You two have no taste."

"Who'd you like then?" Irvine muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

"Personally, I liked Azerton," Selphie replied smugly. "He had the best comeback.

"Nah, he couldn't even fight a Buel," Irvine shot back. "How's he gonna be able to fight in a war?"

This got him another smack from Selphie. "Zell?"

"What?"

"You agree with me, right?"

"I guess. I mean, he just needs to reform his fighting style. He got the job done though."

"Exactly," Selphie said, sticking her tongue out at Irvine. The cowboy just shrugged, as they rounded into the Dorm hallway. The corridor was packed. Suitcases were everywhere; making it difficult to navigate to the rooms. A large red and black banner towards the back of the hallway caught the group's attention.

SeeD â†"

"I'll see ya guys," the blonde muttered, as he looked for his room. Zell found his suitcase in front of door A12. An envelope with `Dincht' written on it was taped to the door. Tearing it open, Zell found his ID card and a letter. Stuffing the letter into his pocket, Zell opened his door and threw his suitcase inside. SeeD dorms were the best. Through the door was a spacious living room with a kitchen/bar to the immediate left. The bathroom was straight ahead, and a single bedroom was located behind the kitchen. Zell threw himself on a leather chair in the living room, and tossed his head back. His ear was feeling considerably better, but his arm and back were jarred. He heard paper crumble as he sat down, causing him to remember the letter. Pulling it out of his pocket, Zell read the following:

Dear Zell,

I am happy to inform you that you are welcome back to the Garden. All SeeD members have been accepted back. As for the other applicants, I am asking all SeeDs to compile opinions on today's events. Please list all fights you recall, and which applicants you deem worthy. All help is appreciated. Please return this to Squall tomorrow morning.

Sincerely,

Quistis Trepe

Zell re-read the letter, and smiled broadly. He knew that he would make it back into the Garden, but it was nice to have it in writing. Grabbing a piece of paper, the blonde started to write his reply.

Dear Squall,

Fight #1

Travis Azerton vs. Buel

Meh…it was ok. The kid shows potential, but his fighting style is weak. Right now there would be no way he could make it into SeeD, but with some individual training, he might get up to par. Buels are pathetic monsters though, and I'd be afraid of what would be the result of a harder fight. I think that you should see how he does tomorrow. If he can keep up with another applicant, I'd draft him.

Fight #2

Wix Kramer vs. Imp

Terrible. Expel him immediately. He's cocky. He's unprofessional. He annoyed the shit out of me. Even better, expel him tonight. This is the best advice you're going to get out of my letter. Take it.

Fight #3

Kasey Zoggers vs. Wendigo

From what I saw, he got his ass kicked. I didn't see the whole the whole thing though, so I can't give you my opinion on him. I'm going to say towatch him in the hand-to-hand fight and go from there.

Sorry I couldn't be any more helpful, but I missed most of the fights while I was in the infirmary. Hopefully you'll take my advice and expel Wix.

Sincerely,

Zell Dincht.

Rubbing his wrist, Zell dropped his pen and slouched into the couch.

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