THE ZELL DINCHT COLLECTION

WARNINGS

1) I do not own Zell, Squall, Rinoa, Irvine, Seifer, Selphie, Irvine, Quistis, or any other character I may mention from the FF8 series. I may add some more characters, which are mine. If you steal them, I probably won't find out about it. I also do not own most of the towns, monsters, etc… used in this story.

2) This was written cause Zell is the coolest character ever to be created in the FF series. It's rated NC-17 for mostly sex, but there's also some language and violence

3) This is a yaoi story. If you are offended by yaoi, or don't know what that is, you should probably leave. I have warned you.

Ok think I got everything. Just read it and leave me some feedback. If you flame me I'll find it funny, so do whatever the hell makes you feel good.

CHAPTER 1: And So It Begins…

"Goooooood Morning! This is Bite Bug, your morning DJ for W A V E Balamb. It's now 7:30 with clear skies giving away to light showers in the afternoon. Right now, we have Esthar's own Cool Coeurl with Geek Stink Breath.

>"I'm on a mission. I made my decision. To lead a path of self-destruction."

>"A slow progression. Killing my complexion. And it's rotting out my teeth."

Zell awoke with a start. Looking at the clock, he almost fell out of bed. "Shit! School starts at eight! Zell knew he was forgetful, but he could have sworn he set his alarm. Quickly stretching, Zell scurried to find his traditional black shirt, red vest, and baggy jean shorts. Hopping in the shower for 5 minutes, Zell quickly washed up, and then dressed in record time. Spiking his blond hair, he looked in the mirror and gave his trademark grin and thumbs up. "Looking nice Zelly. Six packs coming along nicely," He sprayed on some cologne and bolted downstairs for some breakfast.

>"I'm on a roll. No self-control. I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine."

>"Don't know what I want. That's all that I've got. And I'm picking scabs off my face."

Grabbing a box of Frosted Tonberries, Zell poured himself a bowl and started gobbling it down. Ma Dincht awoke with his commotion, and came down to see him off his first day of school.

"Zell, honey. You're late."

"Yeah, my alarm didn't go off."

"Another power surge?"

"Yeah," the blonde snorted, smiling at her mock. Ma took a seat and tiredly watched him eat

"I don't need to be there early anyway," Zell said between bites. "I don't got to take any classes."

"Well I'm glad you're happy," his tired mother yawned.

Zell just smiled and nodded. Looking at his watch, he noticed it was 7:45.

"Holy shi………crap, I gotta go Ma!" Giving his Ma a quick hug, Zell threw on his shoes and grabbed his T-board. "Bye Ma!"

"Bye Zelly! Don't you need you're…" The door slammed shut. "Suitcase?" she finished.

>"Every hour my blood is turning sour. And my pulse is beating out of time."

>"I found a treasure filled with sick pleasure. And it sits on a thin white line."

>"I'm on a roll. No self-control. I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine."

>"Don't know what I want. That's all that I've got. And I'm picking scabs off my face."

Zell kept to the road, and hurried on his hovering skateboard. He made it to school at 7:50, in just enough time to mingle a little, and make it before opening bell.

>"I'm on a mission. I got no decision. Like a cripple running the rat race."

>"Wish in one hand shit in the other. And see which one gets filled first."

>"I'm on a roll. No self-control. I'm blowing off steam with methamphetamine."

>"Don't know what I want. That's all that I've got. And I'm picking scabs off my face."