Zidane's Quest of Past Pleasures
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 9 belongs to Square Enix.
Zidane had been given the honor of being Garnets first, taking her virginity a few nights after his return. They had been careful though, using contraceptive methods; animal intestines made to fit over the gentleman's cock, spilling seed into the specially designed intestine to prevent pregnancy. Garnet, in her nave mind, had assumed that it had been Zidannes first time as well. I mean sure, he had a reputation as a flirter, but Garnet never imagined him going beyond that...how wrong she would come to be.
He had let her assume, not wanting to ruin their relationship by owning up to his other...relations. Her mind never would have been suspicious if it hadn't been for a very vivid dream she had. Now some people, they see dreams as a sign or omen, while others just shrug them off entirely. Garnet, liked to take her dreams as a sign, and what she had seen hadn't pleased her, it had broken her heart.
It was one of those dreams where you're walking around like everything is normal, the only difference was that she and Zidane were pushing a stroller together. At first she automatically accepted the child as theirs, until she glanced down and noticed that it had traits of Zidane, for example his tail, but the baby had no summoners horn nor any other genetic resemblance to Garnet. That's when she stopped walking and turned to confront him about it, asking him who the baby really belonged to.
"I had needs while we were apart, I couldn't help it..."
"I have always been honest with you, and you let me just go along with this lie?!" (Dreams make little sense to some degree, Garnet in real life knew she would have been there for the birth, but the dream made her forget this fact...that or overlook it.)
"What do you want from me? She's here now, what else are we suppose to do?" He demanded an answer.
"We do nothing, I'm leaving. I can never forgive you for this, Zidane!" She had started running away from him, he had chased after her. He was about to reach her when Garnet awoke, tears slipping down her face as she tried to cool her mind and heart.
That's when the subtle questions had started. Garnet had tried casually asking who else he use to "date". Now in her mind, when she said date she really was meaning "have sex with", but she couldn't really come out and say it like that. Zidane would shrug it off, saying they were all in the past and that only she mattered to him now.
Zidane had been brushing her questions off for a while, when finally Garnet met her patience end.
"Zidane, is there any way you might have had an illegitimate child?" She blurted out as they were laying naked in her bed. She received silence, his face a mask as his tail twitched, tickling her legs.
"What brought this on?" He asked in a joking tone.
"Just be honest with me, Zidane, like I've always been with you. Have there been other women you've had like...this?" She gestured to her naked self, Zidane had blushed, his forehead beginning to sweat.
"Is it hot in here? I think I'll open some windows." He got up from the bed, putting off her important question to mess with the bedroom windows.
"Zidane..." Her tone was serious, no messing around.
"Garnet, why ask now? Haven't we had a great time the way we've been?"
"Just answer the question!" She argued back, feeling dread creeping in like a fog, chilling her.
"Four...there were four others." He stated cooly, his face void of emotion as he told her his count.
"So I'm not your first. Tell me, did you always use protection with them? Is there a chance that you might be...might be." She paused, her dream flashing before her eyes, sensing an unpleasant event about to happen.
"Garnet, I was young. I was busy trying to prove myself to all the guys, they were all just notches in my belt." His words unintentionally hurt, his face showing regret at how he had worded his sentence.
"Is that all I am to you as well? A notch?" She was beginning to shake, laying in her bed and feeling a rage she'd never felt before.
"No, I love you, Garnet! That was back in the day, with you it's totally different." He tried reassuring her, but Garnet wasn't feeling very forgiving.
"Then answer my other question, could you have possibly sired a...a child with one if those other women?" She got out the words, her eyes showing annoyance as he merely shrugged.
"How should I know? It was a one time thing, I never saw any of them again." He informed her, Garnet rose from her bed and started dressing, her heart filled with uncertainty and resentment. While they'd been making love all this time, she'd said intimate things that now seemed very foolish. She had dirty talked him, spoke from the heart in a naughty, yet personal way, saying she wanted to be the first girl he came in, to cream pie her (yes, the princess was savvy to that term). Now she felt like she'd been betrayed and somewhat humiliated. He had already filled other women with his seed, without the protection of animal intestines, a practice they had done for political reasons, but a thing they had wanted to try within the near future. Now all she wanted to do was slap his face.
"Zidane, we can't do this."
"What do you mean?" He asked, not understanding her meaning as the queen dressed.
"We can't be together until I know for certain if you've had a child with one of those women. I wanted a fresh life with you, not a life started on lies and a surprise child. You need to locate those girls and find out, Zidane. Until then, I don't want you here." She finished pulling on her dress, staring cooly at her lover.
"I haven't seen any of them in ages, how do you expect me to find them?!" He complained.
"That's your problem." She haughtily replied, walking past his naked, gaping face and opening the bedroom chamber.
"Good bye Zidane." She sadly spoke, not even looking at him as she left the room, her heart aching as she felt the tears slowly falling.
"Well fuck!" Zidane cursed, scrambling around and tugging on his clothes, kicking himself now for being dishonest with the woman he'd come to truly love. He had been a young, sex crazed teen, was that excuse enough for his past? Apparently not for her majesty, but what else was he to do? Zidane sighed, fully clothed as he left the regal room, taking a side entrance out of the gigantic castle.
"Well, what girl should I look for first? I wonder if any of the Tantalus gang remembers my first one." He thought out loud as he started to make his way towards the docks. Maybe he'd find Blank or Marcus at Ruby's mini theater, wouldn't they be surprised to find out their top thief had been kicked out of his canary's nest?
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"Wait a minute, you're telling me Garnet never knew about your other conquests? How naive is this queen of ours?" Blank mouthed off, really surprised the beautiful gal never put two and two together. Zidane was a skirt chaser after all, she should have foreseen that he'd have a past.
They were gathered around a table inside Ruby's theater, Marcus was sipping a pint while Cinna was munching on cake Ruby had made the other day. Zidane was sitting poutingly on his chair, backwards, glaring at Blank for calling his girl naive.
"She's just innocent, nothing wrong with that Blank, I'm the one who screwed up. She wants me to track down all those girls and make sure none of them had my...baby." He coughed the last word, making Cinna choke on his piece of cake while Marcus spat out his drink.
"She wants you to what?" Blank and Marcus spoke at the same time, Cinna pounding on his chest until he was able to swallow his choking piece.
"That's insane!" He couched out the words, crumbs falling out his mouth as he said so.
"I know, I know! I don't know where to begin, I was hoping you guys could help." Zidane confided, looking over his ragamuffin crew.
"What, like some sort of trip looking for girlfriends from the past?" Blank sounded a bit cynical.
"Listen, Bro." Marcus began, addressing Blank, "How long has it been since it was just us three and Zidane on the open road? We could use this to get back to the way we were." He looked around at the nodding heads, agreeing with his statement.
"Alright, say we do help ya out, where the Hell do we start this sort of trip?" Blank wanted to know, clueless as to where any of Zidane's past flings might have run off to.
"How bout Treno? We did a lot of romping around there." Cinna offered his thoughts.
"Oh come on, Cinna, the only piece you've ever gotten in Treno a piece of their famous black tonberry pie." Blank joked, getting everyone to laugh except the frowning faced Cinna.
"Fuck you guys, I've gotten some before." He gruffly spoke, offended.
"Sure." They all said in unison, standing up and heading towards the door.
"Maybe Cinna can find out if he's the father of a cinnamon tonberry pie!" Marcus cackled, the others laughing it up as they left the little theater, Cinna mumbling curses as he followed slowly behind.
"Ass holes!" He called them, wondering to himself why he was following them when he knew more jokes at his expense were going to happen. . .
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