A/N:First. SOMEBODY STOP ME FROM MAKING NEW MULTICHAPTER STORIES WHEN I HAVE PLENTY OF STUFF TO WORK ON AS IS!
I highly disturb myself...I was reading a manga called Ai Ore, and the leading lady Mizuki(though she looks like a male) has a weakness for Akira (a boy who is extremely girly) when he wears cat ears, in which her personality becomes warped and evilish. Maybe I need more sleep, but yeah, wanted to do something like that for FFXII. I also blame a picture I found of Zidane Tribal (ff9) having his tail molested. So yeah, that's where this comes from.
Er...well I hope you enjoy, and please review. Really, I need reviews to keep my sanity. Now thank you and I shall hide and try to hold onto the last shred of my dignity.
Vaan had one enormous weakness, one that was quite crippling. He had an undying love of cute and fluffy things, especially cute fuzzy things' ears. Penelo often made fun of him for it, but he could spend hours playing with Old Dalan's fuzzy, pink cat or with the Giza rabbits Reks used to bring home. Their ears were just so cute and adorable. Vaan absolutely adored Fran's ears. They were so fuzzy and tall and soft looking. Vaan had tried on several occasions to touch and feel them, but all attempts ended with almost being shot through with a dozen arrows. The Viera it seemed, hated having her ears touched.
"Ah, Fran is just highly sensitive when it comes to her ears. It's a weakness, like this," Balthier explained, demonstrating his point but nibbling on Vaan's earlobe. The blond let out a moan; his ears were indeed quite sensitive, a trait Balthier extorted to the fullest.
"But I wanna play with them," Vaan whined, squirming under Balthier's touches. Balthier sighed.
"If you manage to, I'll make sure your funeral is a grand one," Balthier joked, knowing the odds of success were as high as him returning to being a judge. "Now can we please stop talking about Fran's ears and continue?"
Vaan blushed heavily, putting aside his thought to focus only on Balthier, who as usual quickly started to undress him.
"Arcane magic?"
"Yes, Vaan. I am aware you are skilled with green magics, but you poorly lack in the arcane," Fran explained, she, Vaan, and Balthier standing out in the grassy Ozome Plains just outside the Strahl. Both Balthier and Fran were skilled in magics, so they found themselves the best teachers for him.
"Why doesn't Penelo have to do this?" Vaan complained, noting his absent friend.
"Both Penelo and the princess have good enough magics, but they lack any real sword skill, so they're off with the Captain today," Balthier said, finding himself already bored, having a feeling that the day would only consist of Vaan failing continually. "So let's get to it shall we? Fran?"
"We shall start with a Vanish spell. If said correctly, it is both a fairly easy and useful spell," Fran instructed. Vaan didn't hear her speak though. He was too distracted by the slight twitching of her long ears. Since we are low on volunteers, we shall practice on Balthier for now." Balthier gave the Viera a surprised look. He was not aware that he'd be Vaan's target.
"Do you really find that a wise decision, Fran dearest? Especially for my health?"
"Was it not you who wanted the boy to learn in the first place?" Fran smile, shutting him up. Balthier sighed, preparing himself. Vaan turned to face him, but his mind as usual was elsewhere.
"Now, repeat the incantation that I speak, an imagine that Balthier has disappeared. I hope that is simple enough for you to understand." Vaan nodded, waiting for the incantation. Fran focused her magics and closed her eyes.
"permatomas man tapt, nematomas žudikas akis," she said loudly enough for the both to hear, her body suddenly becoming clear and translucent, invisible. "Now it is you turn," Fran's disembodied voice instructed. Sadly, Vaan hadn't understood a single word the Viera had said and couldn't even remember what the incantation was similar too. He cursed his stupidity. Knowing Balthier would make fun of him for it if he didn't do anything, Vaan spout out whatever words he thought he could pass off as magic.
"k-katės ausys ir uodega savo pačios mažą augintinį," Vaan mumbled, knowing it was horribly wrong. Oddly enough, he could still feel the mist pulse through him. Perhaps he did get it right after all. A yellowish must erupted from his body and from his hand, slithered across the grass to a very panicked Balthier, the man knowing that what Vaan had cast wasn't Vanish.
A painful burning sensation spread throughout the pirate's body, mainly in his head and spine. He knew he hit the ground, for he could see the blade of grass in his darkening vision but he did not feel the impact. He saw Vaan's boots rush to him, sure that Fran's invisible ones were there as well, but he could no longer hear anything except for a shrill shriek. The pain and confusion was to great and he soon found himself unconscious.
A/N: So yeah, this'll be probably a three shot. Please review before I kill myself. This fic idea is just that bad, or at least it will get bad. Very very bad in a cute way. Oh by the way, the spells are in Latvian. I won't translate them, especially Vaan's. It's too stupid.
Anyway, I'm going to find a whole to die in. Thank you again!.