Hi! I know! I'm starting something else. haha. Can't get enough, I suppose. :P This story is about our favourite moogles and their adventures. It's a bunch of one-shots and just random stories that I wanted to write on a whim. haha. I will be randomnly updating this. :)

Todays story is about Moguo, the World Map Moogle.

Moguo

There it was again. That awful flute. Who had given him that flute in the first place? Moguo was about ready to ring the persons neck who did. The stupid kid had called him time and time again requesting immediate assistance, claiming to be dying, but then saying oh never mind, carry on. Stupid tailed brat.

On duty, as always, he arrived at the scene of the crime seeing the familiar blonde pressing the flute to his lips. Moguo folded his arms and glared at him.

"You rang, kupo?" he asked with hesitance. Every time this kid called him, he thought it was a joke. It was like the kid who cried wolf.

Zidane laughed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't call me if you don't need me, kupo!" With a disapproving look, Moguo sped away again. Why was he given this job?! Of all the jobs he was given, he was forced to follow this stupid gang around to make sure they were given their beck and call.

Time and time again, countless times in a row, the boy played the flute and Moguo had to answer. Always getting 'Never mind," and speeding off away again only to have to return seconds later. His responses grew somewhat aggravated.

"Don't call me if you don't need me, kupo!"

"You're starting to tick me off, kupo!"

"I'm sharpening my knife, kupo!"

"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! KU-PHEH!"

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. One day, the boy played the flute, but Moguo didn't answer. He played the flute again, and again, and again, and again. It finally worked, though. Moguo decided to finally answer the call.

"WHAT!?" he screamed.

When he got there, he realized Zidane was on the ground and a dark-haired girl was squeezing his right ear as Zidane squealed out in pain.

"What is the moogle flute?" she asked rather sternly.

"A helpful resource," he said, rather against his will.

"And what is it NOT?" she asked again, giving his ear a slightly harder squeeze.

"Owh! Dagger, that hurts!" he squealed and then sighed, looking at Muguo. "Something to torture the Moogles with."

The girl nodded and let go of Zidane. She grabbed the flute and yanked it from Zidane's reach. She reached into her pocket and grabbed something that Moguo could smell immediately. "Here, sorry for the trouble." She threw the kupo nut at Moguo. Moguo caught the kupo nut and ate it in one bite. With a look of triumph on his face, the moogle went back now expecting to never again be bothered. Minutes later, he heard the flute. With a bit of regret, he thought that he would at least be being used for something useful.

When he appeared at the group, the girl had the flute in her hands now. Moguo smiled. "What do you need?"

The girl smiled. "Nothing. I was just testing it,"

Zidane and her shared a laugh as Moguo retreated from the scene once more. Of all the jobs in the world…

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