Lucky Red
What happens if the fire goes out? Red asked himself, waving his tail in front of his bright eyes. Will I die like my cousin almost did?
His eyes widen as he remembers the story, told to him by his grampa Bugenhagen during their trip to hide the Huge Materia.
His cousin, -he never could remember his name- had ran away and conseqently been stuck in the rain with nothing to cover him. He hadn't been there for long, and the fire at the end of his tail had almost gone out. He was extremely weak by the time one of his friends had found him and taken him to a hospital. He'd survived the incident. He was lucky.
But what would happen to him?
He'd never been very lucky. From the time he was born bad things were always happening to him; accidently biting his own paw, almost careening head-first off the side of the canyon, getting struck with lightning on two –count 'em- two occasions, and that was just a few of the things he'd endured as a result of having extremely bad luck.
Absently continuing to wave his tail in front of his face he didn't notice the gasps coming from the others as they looked over at him.
"Red! You're on fire!" Yuffie shouted and Red took a moment to snap back to reality, but once he did he noticed that yes, he was on fire.
Immediately smearing his face in the dirt before either of his companions could pour water on him –God forbid!-, he belatedly realized that he'd burned the fur on his face off.
His face was dirty, smoking, somewhat crispy, and completely naked to the world.
He still had bad luck.
Lightning struck loudly, marking a sudden downpour of rain. He was pleasantly surprised to find that no, the water didn't hurt him and no, he wasn't going to die.
Sure, he wasn't the luckiest of his family. But it would take a lot more to kill him. Unlike that lousy good-for-nothing cousin of his, Charmander.
His almost evil laughter was cut short as a bolt of lightning came from the sky and struck his happy ass.
Three –count em'- three times.
Luck sucks.