AN: This is just a 10 minute prompt drabble-writing exercise I found on the forums here. I took part to clear some writer's block and this popped out. I might add to it every time I get a bit of writer's block, it's only 10 timed minutes of my life. Enjoy!

PROMPT: "bushes"

TIME LIMIT: 10 minutes

CHARACTERS: Selphie, Irvine, Zell

The bushes were rustling.

"What do you think it is?" Irvine pushed his hat back and shouldered his shotgun. "We're on the Island Closest to Hell. It's probably something big."

Selphie clapped her hands and jumped up and down, then unfolded her nunchaku. "I hope it's something big! I've got a Limit Break ready and I've always wanted to see flowers growing here!"

Zell was cracking his neck. "I'm not sure we should've done this without Squall or Rinoa here. I mean, it's bad enough we stole the Ragnarok without askin' them."

"Borrowed," Selphie corrected him, bouncing in place. "Wait, I think it's coming out -"

A low growl sounded, and Zell dipped into a crouch. Irvine pointed his gun and narrowed his eyes. Selphie... kept bouncing, as usual. They waited, as the leaves parted, and ... The creature that emerged from the bushes was blasted into a corona of light. The three SeeDs heard a mournful howl as it flew high in the air, then landed in a blackened, steaming clump before them.

"Irvine!" Selphie yelled. "I told you I had a Limit Break ready! Why'd you spoil my fun by using your Pulse Ammo?" The twinkle in her eye was suggesting that Selphie's Limit Break still had a very real danger of being used, even if not on an enemy creature.

"I have an itchy trigger finger when I get nervous," Irvine hedged, rubbing the back of his head. He looked over as Zell made a low noise of dismay. "What? Isn't it dead?"

"Oh, it's dead all right," Zell managed to answer, looking sick. "I think you better start running, though."

"Yeah," Selphie agreed, still whirling her nunchaku around.

"No, I mean remember how Rinoa lost her dog the last time she used Angelo Cannon?" Zell said hesitantly, poking the smoking mass of flesh and burned fur again. "I think we found him."

Irvine swallowed. It wasn't always the best idea to go around trying to kill the lapdog of the world's Most Powerful Living Sorceress. He knew; he'd asked Seifer about it before. "Uh... let's get going before she finds out, guys," he tried.

Selphie was having none of it. "Don't worry, Rinoa's never going to find you." She smiled and raised her weapon over her head. "THE END!"