Final Fantasy IX Fanfic
Chapter 1: Introducing Storm, The Female Thief
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the FF IX characters.
Claimer: I do own Storm and other characters not shown in the FF IX series.
Zidane's P.O.V.
"Oh yah, they tell me to go out and buy more rum. Why couldn't Blanc go do it? I want to sleep! For the love of the women in Lindblum!" I turned to walk outside when a rustle was heard from the bushes. I didn't think much of it, seeing as how any minor enemy was no set back. Though something piqued my interest. I held back and began walking back… though something continued to follow me… though what?
???'s P.O.V.
"Hmm… a young boy, apparently carrying rum. A thief most likely. This outta be fun. A nice go-around torturing of him and his buds…" I moved slightly again, slowly approaching newer areas to me. I crept up slowly and to my dismay…
a branch broke under my foot.
This was typical, knowing as how I was fired from my last job for doing such things. Zidane cocked his head in my direction, Beaming a glare at my area. I froze, afraid that he might find out there was someone following him and pull me into their lair of who knows what. I sighed a sigh of relief when he turned around and walked inside. Now's my chance. I crept over to the door and welcomed myself in only to find myself…
Being gazed at by drunken idiots, rum bottles I there hands. They exchanged whispers and glances till a fat guy walked up and said, "Hi Little Missy! I'm Baku, the leader of this gang of thieves. And how shall we be calling you?"
I thought for a while. What a idiotic question. Like I'd go around handing out my name to anyone who would use it against me. "You may not have my name, and I shall not be called Little Missy again." I glared, apparently getting more stares and smirks and smiles. Perverts, the lot of yah. Now to bring myself to actually say that was more of a challenge. Baku sat down and looked to Zidane. "Zidane, how do we welcome a lady and what do we do?" Baku said, smirking. The blonde boy, apparently referred to by Zidane, walked over and said, "Come Mi' lady and I'll show you to your room."
I glared. Nothing more but a smirk came from him. He held out his hand, but I pulled my hand farther away. "I'll show myself to my room, thank you. No pervert is gonna be showing me around anywhere."
"Very well, but be warned, some rooms are more perverted then my own. What is your name?" he persisted, still trying to get me to come with him.
"Storm. That's all I'll say." I walked away and into the alleys and halls, past door after door, and stopped in front of a room baring the number: 666. "Hmm…I think I like this one." She walked in and walked over to the bed. Moth eaten sheets conveyed upon it and the closet doors were broken. Dried blood stained the wall and you could still hear the screams of the dead. "I'll like it a lot."
Zidane's P.O.V.
"What a strange girl. No doubt a loner, who'd rather be by herself."
"But a looker, that one." another thief belted. "We should get her to model in one of those bikini things."
I thought for a moment and waited for a replied comment from Blanc denying that idea. "That certainly would tell her how we act." he sarcastically said, practically rolling his eyes. (He has eyes? O.o)
"I'd have to agree on this one with Blanc. I should warm up to her a bit."
The group exchanges looks and starts laughing there obnoxiously small heads off.
"Great idea! Next thing we know, she'll be suing us for raping her! Great idea you idiot!" Blanc belted out, followed by a grunted laughter from Baku.
Normal P.O.V.
Storm could her the laughing breaking out. She curled up in the moth eaten coverings, her blonde hair covering her face and falling off the side of the bed. Her gray-silver eyes slowly closed as she fell into a deep slumber.
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