As you know, (or don't) I've created many stories that are yaois and I love ALL OF THEM! Anyway this is a Dissidia drama I came up with while playing the actual game. Enjoy! ^.^

Prologue

As you know, Cosmos, the Goddess of Harmony, and Chaos, the God of Discord, have been at bitter war for some time now. Yet the 10 warriors on either side prove themselves in strength and courage and preserver through all struggles—

Brutal fists knocked at an iron door. "Oh my GOD!" screamed Jecht, "How long does it take for two guys to get ready in a damn bathroom?!"

Well, almost all struggle…

It was a dark day for the 10 Chaos warriors at the infamous Chaos Shrine. Everyone was scrabbling to do…well, whatever they had to do.

Jecht continued to bang at the bathroom door.

"Okay already!" screamed an irritated Kuja, "We'll be out in a moment, you idiot!"

Sephiroth and Kuja continued tending to their hair. Kuja persisted on placing his feathers in the right place cursing a few times when it tilted sideways. Sephiroth simply brushed his hair gently.

Kuja sighed in admiration at the other's silver mane. "How on earth is your hair that long?"

Seph shrugged. He forcefully adjusted his black coat.

"And where are you off to?" asked a curious Kuja.

"Nowhere." Seph replied plainly.

"Ohhh, I know." Purred the young bird, "Would it be your canary Strife Cloud?"

Seph's eyes twitched and sustained a strained smile.

"So what do you plan on doing to him? Hm?"

"I don't know." Seph smirked, "Does Zidane know what to do to you?"

Kuja growled and blushed earning a chuckle from the dark angel.

"D-Don't associate me with that animal!" Kuja hissed.

"And don't associate me with that puppet." Seph's eyes were as venomous as his tone. Kuja shuddered.

Seph sighed almost with lamentation which made Kuja wonder Seph's connection with the blond loner.

A crazy, heavy knock interrupted the awkward silence.

"Sephiroth, are you ready?!" called Garland.

"No damn it! Go away! Leave me alone! Fall into darkness or something!" Sephiroth cursed.

Kuja jumped.

"Ohhh… burned!" Jecht laughed earning him a whack on the head.

Before everyone left to do their personal business, Ultimecia and Kuja were at each other's throats…again.

"Just what makes you so useful? Poor child, why Chaos needs you is beyond my comprehension." Ultimecia huffed.

Kuja fired back with intense venom, "And why Chaos needs a whore like you—"

"Whore?!"

"Yes whore! Whore, whore, whore, whore, whore!"

Before things boiled over, Golbez stepped between the two towering them in size.

"Now, now," came his soft voice to the angered bird. "Don't you have somewhere to be? After all, my brother is looking forward to your play in Alexandria and—"

"Oh gods!" Kuja yelped. He had completely forgotten his own play in honor to Golbez's four archfiends. The bird flew to the door giving one last glare to the witch of time.

The side of Cosmos wasn't any different…

"Zidane Tribal, I demand you give my boot back this instant!" commanded a very frustrated Cecil.

It was a casual day at the Pandaemonium; the ten warriors of light were already out doing business. All except the thief of Tantalas, Zidane and the lunar prince, Cecil.

Cecil tried to reach the genome that was tied around one of the purple pillars of the area. Zidane just waved the other's boot in a taunting manner, smiling.

"Zidane, come on I've got to go!" Cecil whined.

"And that's my problem?" Zidane snatched back his hand when Cecil tried to reach him.

"Uh-uh!" Zidane snickered.

"Zidane!" Cecil yelled. "What will it take for you to give my boot back?!"

"Oh, I'll give it back." Zidane answered.

"Thank you!"

Zidane hugged the boot, "If you do something for me." The thief smiled.

Cecil was out of patience, "Fine! Name your demands!"

Zidane said calmly, "Take me with you."

Cecil blinked, "What? Why?"

"Because the others won't take me and also-"he broke off his sentence with caution not wanting Cecil to really no the reason why. "I like plays."

Cecil tilted his head. Why or how is Zidane, of all people, interested in the art of drama? Maybe because it was his home world? But then he should know Kuja will be there, so why?

Cecil tried to snatch his boot back and failed.

"Zidane!"

"Nope!"

Cecil growled and hesitantly gave in, "Fine, I'll take you, but don't embarrass me!"

Zidane beamed and hopped down tossing the boot the white boot to the silver knight.

"Don't be late!" Cecil called, but Zidane was already out of ear shot. The knight sighed and put on his boot.

"Hey Cessy!" a voice screamed. Cecil almost fainted at the voice. He didn't have to turn around to know it was Tidus. He turned, trying to control his breathing.

"Hey, have you seen Zidane? I want to spar with him." Tidus smiled. The youth was panting from running. It took great discipline for Cecil to keep his eyes focused on the other's face and not sweaty body.

"S-sorry, you just missed him." Cecil said calmly.

Tidus groaned oblivious to Cecil's expressions.

"Well if ya' see him let him know, kay'?" He turned to leave.

"Okay…" Cecil breathed deeply and continued his previous actions.

Yeah first chapter done! *Comment*