Art-Final Fantasy IX

Author's notes: First, I'd like to note that there is going to be five different versions of this up.  The first is Final Fantasy VII, then VIII, then IX, then X, and finally, X-2.  I would post them all together, but usually the Final Fantasy crossovers don't get a lot of attention, and I'd like this to be well known.

                Second, I think there is going to be some serious OOC in the future.  This is about the Great Ideas of the Earth, and I'd like the characters to be serious.  I tried my best to keep them in character, but it doesn't always work out.

                Third, most of the story is going to be talk.  There isn't going to be too much moving around and description and all that.  I'd rather this be about the idea itself, and not about the action in the background.

                Now, onto the story.  I hope you like it!

                "Hey Zidane?" Garnet came into the room, her eyes tired.  Zidane was sitting on a couch, staring at the sky.  They were in the newly rebuilt Alexandria Castle, in Garnet's old room, now Zidane's room.

                "What?" he asked, not turning towards her.

                "What do you think about art?"

                Now Zidane turned.

                "Art?  You came over here to talk about art?"

                "Well, I looked out my window and I saw a big statue that the townspeople put up in my honor.  And I was just wondering…if a statue is real art." Garnet began to pace the room,  "I know they put a lot of tears and sweat and joy into it, but…could you really consider it art?"

                "What is art to you, Princess?" Zidane asked.  "Is it some pretty trinket, or is it something that hundreds of people made, putting all of their emotions and thoughts into, no matter how ugly?"

                "The latter, of course.  But why does it have to be so hideous?  I mean…"

                "Garnet." Zidane stood up, walking across the room to her. "The very emotions and thoughts they put into the statue may not be very nice ones.  Did you ever consider that their lives are not perfect, and that they may be just a bit bitter because you are perfect?"

                "But no one is perfect-"

                "No buts.  They cared enough to make that statue of you.  Appreciate it."

                "I see.  Thank you." Garnet left quickly, ashamed at her stupidity.  How could she have been so blind so as not to see the bitter looks some of the children gave her as she walked.  How could she have been so arrogant?