~***BANANA CREAM BASEBALL***~
A CROSSOVER OF FINAL FANTASY IX AND VARIOUS THINGS, TO BE EXACT
(BEWARE OF INCORRECT GRAMMAR~I try, but like Grimwood, I'm not too hip @ it!
Also, this is my first try at a writing a crossover that makes sense,
so my writing isn't all that up to par, but it'll do~If you have any comments
or suggestions about my blahzae, feel free to write me at
saberclaws_2000@yahoo.com)
By: Hoegoe Shinseki
::PART ONE::
Wispy clouds brushed past the Hilda Garde IV, riding on the
brinks of the wind. Like a soaring eagle they arced across
the sapphire sky, exhilarated beyond all comparison as the stiff
breeze rushed past the airship as it sped on towards Lindblum.
Wings outstretched, the gargantuan ship wove like a caltrop through the
labyrinth of grassy mountains crowned with pearl clouds. Its many colored
sides gleamed in the dazzling sun, its glory evident. Down below, the Mist
Continent loomed, shrouded in a blanket of low haze.
Zidane stood at the helm, icy blue eyes watching carefully as he
maneuvered through the South Boundary Gate and on towards Lindblum.
Monkey tail twitching, the Genome paused lazily as the Falcon Gate
materialized. Its silver thresholds were open, the vermillion crest of the
falcon split in half. Engines whirring, Zidane brushed the dust off his
half-tux, then scratched his head a moment before turning to see who was
coming down the walk. It was his wife, Queen Garnet of Alexandria, who
appeared cheerful. Walking, her long, ebon hair surged back and forth as
a few stray locks escaped her golden barret. Small almond eyes blinking,
Garnet strode like a panther towards her husband.
"Hey," she gave a rakish smile.
"Hey," he replied back with a sly look. Garnet rolled her eyes, arms akimbo. "What? What'd I'd do?"
"Stop flirting."
"As you wish, m'lady," he laughed.
"Alrighty..." she gave him a skeptical look, slender form in an
unsure stance. "When will you be back?"
"'Round nightfall. Don't worry, I'll be back by then. And if not..."
"And if not," she finished, "you'll have to clean Bahamut's scales." Zidane gave a couple of short laughs, his face askew. Trying to put aside his "worries," he grasped his wife in a swift hug.
"Aaaarrrrrrgggghhh!"
"Is that a grimace?" Garnet teased.
Zidane pulled away, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "He's a behemoth. Behemoth equals big. 'Sides," he thumped his chest, "he might think I'm some kind of a snack. But then, he might not 'cuz I'm such a stud..."
Garnet's face was livid with sarcasm, "Uh-huh. Well, just don't be late."
She whipped around, prancing daintily back to the cabin. Zidane shook his
head. However did she accept his proposal? But then, she HAD married him
in Condie Pete, even if it was for a "limited time only."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sweltering sun cast its brutal rays down upon the newly built Chocobo
Track in the Industrial District of Lindblum. Sweat dribbled down the
faces of the riders, not from the heat only. Zidane brushed back a lock
of his thick blonde hair, startling blue eyes blinking rapidly. The smell
of leather bubbled up towards his nose like a feted swamp as his gloved
fingers sifted off the tiny granules of leather on the reins. Shifting
uncomfortably in his racing harness, Zidane adjusted his helm, then reached
down to pet the pearl white feathers of his chocobo that were nearly pasted
upon its damp skin. He would have stayed in the shade but he was in the
next race.
Leather creaked as Mojoa, his pearlescent steed, bent down with
his golden beak to scratch a nearby itch on his leg. Silver talons
glinting in the sunlight, he pulled up his leg in a rather awkward position
to scratch above his eye as well. Zidane, still getting used to his
chocobo's odd behavior of twisting himself into knots, bounced up and down,
sliding somewhat off his saddle for but a moment.
"Mojoa," Zidane gave him the "you are being naughty" look.
Mojoa shrugged, crystal green eyes turning puppy-dog like. He
hunkered down, feet wedging into the essonite colored sand in an "I'm
sorry" stance. Suddenly, a large horn bellowed over the roar of the crowd
as the last league for the race came to a close. An emerald chocobo was
in the lead, followed closely by a ruby red slightly outstretching an ebon
bird with feral eyes.
Zidane sighed under his breath, a slight hissing among the din
of the denizens and tourists in the colossal, brightly colored stands.
Gulping slightly, the Genome straightened as Mojoa's head cracked up,
muscles tweaking lightly as his proud eyes looked onward. Zidane gave an
incoherent cluck, pressing against the sides of the riding bird.
The harrowing race ended with the cardinal in first, the deep
lime second, and the black in third. Among the chaos of birds ruffling
themselves and the ruby, its rider caught Zidane's eye. Zidane grinned
and gave a thumbs up sign. Good for Vivi.
The announcer's voice blared out as the last of the race's contests
cleared the field.
"Race number fourty-seven, staring Zidane on Mojoa, Harry Potter
with Skoots, Eiko on Josephinnia and last, but not least, Ash on Enyata.
Please welcome them into the competition!"
The crowd cheered dutifully, some hopping up and down in
anticipation. Zidane's heart when up and down with them.
Mojoa gave a snooty movement at the other chocobos with his head
as they trotted into the boxes for momentary relief.
"Luck, Eiko."
"Sure, Zidane, only I'm planning on winning," she replied with a
huff and brushed a couple of purple locks out of her hair. "I'm gonna
make Father Cid proud of me!"
Without warning a large explosion echoed ahead and they were off.
Zidane leaned forward as the sultry wind blasted into his face, body rigid
with concentration as he went into a three-point. The lush colors of the
course flashed by him as they prepared for the first jump. Mojoa's
strong-headedness thrived as he charged to counter the leafy wall. Muscles
forwarding, the white chocobo cleared the fence with ease. They pounded
down upon the earth, dust licking up in their wake. Behind them, Harry and
Skooter followed, Harry still disoriented from his little chess game with
Voldemort the day before. As they rounded one of the many sharp bends,
Eiko gained a bit of leeway as Skoots stumbled temporarily. Eiko shot past
him, a mad grin on her face. Behind her came Ash, shouting to his mount
that "he can do it!"
Ignoring the chaos behind them, Zidane and Mojoa headed towards
the finish, weaving their way around the treacherous pits and traps that
would bog down a racer and his/her rider if they went off the main course.
Feathers streaming, they seemed as one, flying over the landscape, the crowd
roaring in their ears with elation. Steely claws digging into the ground,
Mojoa ran pell-mell towards the finish line of fine chalk. Suddenly, Zidane
caught something in the corner of his eye. It was Eiko, urging her mount to
run faster. However, Josephinnia could do no more as she strained to please
her rider, but to no avail. Zidane turned back and slanted down towards
Mojoa's neck, letting himself feel the thriving beat of the chocobo's
strides below him, the jarring rock comforting.
"You can do it," he told Mojoa, heart pounding with the beating
of his life-blood.
Mojoa's shadowy green eyes narrowed, his stride lengthened as he
rushed on towards home. They finished ahead of Eiko and Scoots, faces
filled with excitement. Zidane gave a thumbs up sign towards the box he
knew Uncle Cid, his wife, Hilda, and Garnet would be sitting as he received
his large golden trophy. He could feel them smiling back as he swung off
Mojoa's back, taking the reins off his proud mount's head as they cleared
the field. It was a nice day for winning.
Zidane lead Mojoa towards the stables, stretching his muscles and
presumed a rather splendid look.
"You! I can't believe YOU!" Eiko jumped out from behind the side
of the wooden barn, eyes glinting. "I CAN'T believe it!" she screamed.
Mojoa jerked back in surprise, then collected himself hurriedly.
He hissed at her, feathers bristling at the minuscule brat.
"What's you problem!?" the summon mage shrieked like a prairie
merlin.
"Eiko, calm down," Zidane tried to placate her, arms shaking in
front of him in an almost pleading gesture.
"You wanna know, well do you? You BEAT me, you and that STUPID
chocobo AND-!!!"
"Ah, SHUDDUP!" Moe, Larry, and Curly came up beside her.
"Yeah," Curly tried to agree with Moe.
"You shuddup too!" he smacked Curly.
"Warahh!" Curly gave them his famous wave.
"C'mon, guys, let's go and leave this liddle brat to her own
thing," Moe commanded and they tripped crazily away.
Eiko was full of fury. Before she could go off on another tangent,
Zidane gave an innocent look at his chocobo and back to Eiko.
"Sorry, Eiko, but I gotta go."
He walked off, leaving her screeching at him.
Mojoa simply snorted, golden beak clacking in disdained annoyance.
The barn was cool, filled with the musky scent of used tack and
such. Taking off Mojoa's harness and bridle, the handsome brigand treaded
wearily to the chocobo bath racks. Today had been a long day, even it is
was mid-afternoon. Mojoa followed willingly, mildly sedated from so much
running. Grabbing the sky blue hose, Zidane gave the vermillion pump a yank.
Cold water spewed from its brass mouth, spraying all over Zidane. It was
shocking at first but it felt so good that he simply let its refreshing
contents pour over him. Mojoa gave a horrific squawk, snatching the hose
away from his "master." Zidane jumped and swivelled rapidly. He met eye to
eye with Mojoa, who held the hose in his mouth, a pouty look on his face and
a fierce look in his eye.
Zidane took the hint.
When finished, they returned to the main stable halls. Finding a
new stall with freshly packed hay, Zidane turned the chocobo into it.
Filling a large bucket of water, he dragged it inside and watched as Mojoa
drank it slowly down. Turning, he strode out to find some pellets. Taking
a nearby bucket and a shovel, he came upon his treasure soon enough. When
he returned, Mojoa had nestled himself in a nearby corner. But there was
something queer about the way he was resting...
In his gnarled talons the oversized bird clutched a large sapphire
orb. Dark and light mists swirled within as if a storm were brewing
somewhere. Behind the screen of scintillating fog a myriad of colors
twinkled in the distance, depths fathomless as the darkest abyss within the
foreboding reaches of time. A strange aurora emitted from the odd-crafted
stone, pale as the moon's halo and darker than the songs of those who stood
of the brink of a chasm, waiting for something to wrench them away from Gaia.
Zidane found himself entranced.
"Where did you get this?" he whispered.
Mojoa stopped peering into its depths for a moment. His eyes were
changed, filled with a sense of awesome wonder.
"Can I see it?" Zidane inquired.
The chocobo nodded silently, and placed the jewel into Zidane's
waiting palm. Tucking his head under his wing, he fell fast asleep.
Zidane coked his head, icy blue oracles slitted and gawking mildly
at the spinning shadows of life gyrated beneath him.
"Another world," he breathed cautiously. "I wish I could see
exactly where this place was..."
His head began to throb. Sounds like those of one walking down
an iron hallway echoed loudly in his ears, threatening to burst his eardrums
any moment. And then it stopped.
Slowly, the dilatory ball came to life, magic rippling like
microscopic waves about its almost spherical form. It rose into the air,
tilting as it began to spun. Obsidian, silver, and white light flashed
around it, sparks emitting from out of nowhere. Faster and faster it
whirled in mid air. Zidane felt himself being pulled into an unknown
vortex of darkness. The stable around him swirled into a muddy morass of
colors as something yanked him closer and closer into the whirpool of magic
held within the ball. And then, as the familiarness of the stable and a
squeaking of the now-awakened Mojoa, everything turned into a distant
blackness he could not recall. The scions of the past had Called him, and
he had come...
T.B.C. In...*drum roll* PART TWO!!!!
[Don't you love me?]
A CROSSOVER OF FINAL FANTASY IX AND VARIOUS THINGS, TO BE EXACT
(BEWARE OF INCORRECT GRAMMAR~I try, but like Grimwood, I'm not too hip @ it!
Also, this is my first try at a writing a crossover that makes sense,
so my writing isn't all that up to par, but it'll do~If you have any comments
or suggestions about my blahzae, feel free to write me at
saberclaws_2000@yahoo.com)
By: Hoegoe Shinseki
::PART ONE::
Wispy clouds brushed past the Hilda Garde IV, riding on the
brinks of the wind. Like a soaring eagle they arced across
the sapphire sky, exhilarated beyond all comparison as the stiff
breeze rushed past the airship as it sped on towards Lindblum.
Wings outstretched, the gargantuan ship wove like a caltrop through the
labyrinth of grassy mountains crowned with pearl clouds. Its many colored
sides gleamed in the dazzling sun, its glory evident. Down below, the Mist
Continent loomed, shrouded in a blanket of low haze.
Zidane stood at the helm, icy blue eyes watching carefully as he
maneuvered through the South Boundary Gate and on towards Lindblum.
Monkey tail twitching, the Genome paused lazily as the Falcon Gate
materialized. Its silver thresholds were open, the vermillion crest of the
falcon split in half. Engines whirring, Zidane brushed the dust off his
half-tux, then scratched his head a moment before turning to see who was
coming down the walk. It was his wife, Queen Garnet of Alexandria, who
appeared cheerful. Walking, her long, ebon hair surged back and forth as
a few stray locks escaped her golden barret. Small almond eyes blinking,
Garnet strode like a panther towards her husband.
"Hey," she gave a rakish smile.
"Hey," he replied back with a sly look. Garnet rolled her eyes, arms akimbo. "What? What'd I'd do?"
"Stop flirting."
"As you wish, m'lady," he laughed.
"Alrighty..." she gave him a skeptical look, slender form in an
unsure stance. "When will you be back?"
"'Round nightfall. Don't worry, I'll be back by then. And if not..."
"And if not," she finished, "you'll have to clean Bahamut's scales." Zidane gave a couple of short laughs, his face askew. Trying to put aside his "worries," he grasped his wife in a swift hug.
"Aaaarrrrrrgggghhh!"
"Is that a grimace?" Garnet teased.
Zidane pulled away, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "He's a behemoth. Behemoth equals big. 'Sides," he thumped his chest, "he might think I'm some kind of a snack. But then, he might not 'cuz I'm such a stud..."
Garnet's face was livid with sarcasm, "Uh-huh. Well, just don't be late."
She whipped around, prancing daintily back to the cabin. Zidane shook his
head. However did she accept his proposal? But then, she HAD married him
in Condie Pete, even if it was for a "limited time only."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The sweltering sun cast its brutal rays down upon the newly built Chocobo
Track in the Industrial District of Lindblum. Sweat dribbled down the
faces of the riders, not from the heat only. Zidane brushed back a lock
of his thick blonde hair, startling blue eyes blinking rapidly. The smell
of leather bubbled up towards his nose like a feted swamp as his gloved
fingers sifted off the tiny granules of leather on the reins. Shifting
uncomfortably in his racing harness, Zidane adjusted his helm, then reached
down to pet the pearl white feathers of his chocobo that were nearly pasted
upon its damp skin. He would have stayed in the shade but he was in the
next race.
Leather creaked as Mojoa, his pearlescent steed, bent down with
his golden beak to scratch a nearby itch on his leg. Silver talons
glinting in the sunlight, he pulled up his leg in a rather awkward position
to scratch above his eye as well. Zidane, still getting used to his
chocobo's odd behavior of twisting himself into knots, bounced up and down,
sliding somewhat off his saddle for but a moment.
"Mojoa," Zidane gave him the "you are being naughty" look.
Mojoa shrugged, crystal green eyes turning puppy-dog like. He
hunkered down, feet wedging into the essonite colored sand in an "I'm
sorry" stance. Suddenly, a large horn bellowed over the roar of the crowd
as the last league for the race came to a close. An emerald chocobo was
in the lead, followed closely by a ruby red slightly outstretching an ebon
bird with feral eyes.
Zidane sighed under his breath, a slight hissing among the din
of the denizens and tourists in the colossal, brightly colored stands.
Gulping slightly, the Genome straightened as Mojoa's head cracked up,
muscles tweaking lightly as his proud eyes looked onward. Zidane gave an
incoherent cluck, pressing against the sides of the riding bird.
The harrowing race ended with the cardinal in first, the deep
lime second, and the black in third. Among the chaos of birds ruffling
themselves and the ruby, its rider caught Zidane's eye. Zidane grinned
and gave a thumbs up sign. Good for Vivi.
The announcer's voice blared out as the last of the race's contests
cleared the field.
"Race number fourty-seven, staring Zidane on Mojoa, Harry Potter
with Skoots, Eiko on Josephinnia and last, but not least, Ash on Enyata.
Please welcome them into the competition!"
The crowd cheered dutifully, some hopping up and down in
anticipation. Zidane's heart when up and down with them.
Mojoa gave a snooty movement at the other chocobos with his head
as they trotted into the boxes for momentary relief.
"Luck, Eiko."
"Sure, Zidane, only I'm planning on winning," she replied with a
huff and brushed a couple of purple locks out of her hair. "I'm gonna
make Father Cid proud of me!"
Without warning a large explosion echoed ahead and they were off.
Zidane leaned forward as the sultry wind blasted into his face, body rigid
with concentration as he went into a three-point. The lush colors of the
course flashed by him as they prepared for the first jump. Mojoa's
strong-headedness thrived as he charged to counter the leafy wall. Muscles
forwarding, the white chocobo cleared the fence with ease. They pounded
down upon the earth, dust licking up in their wake. Behind them, Harry and
Skooter followed, Harry still disoriented from his little chess game with
Voldemort the day before. As they rounded one of the many sharp bends,
Eiko gained a bit of leeway as Skoots stumbled temporarily. Eiko shot past
him, a mad grin on her face. Behind her came Ash, shouting to his mount
that "he can do it!"
Ignoring the chaos behind them, Zidane and Mojoa headed towards
the finish, weaving their way around the treacherous pits and traps that
would bog down a racer and his/her rider if they went off the main course.
Feathers streaming, they seemed as one, flying over the landscape, the crowd
roaring in their ears with elation. Steely claws digging into the ground,
Mojoa ran pell-mell towards the finish line of fine chalk. Suddenly, Zidane
caught something in the corner of his eye. It was Eiko, urging her mount to
run faster. However, Josephinnia could do no more as she strained to please
her rider, but to no avail. Zidane turned back and slanted down towards
Mojoa's neck, letting himself feel the thriving beat of the chocobo's
strides below him, the jarring rock comforting.
"You can do it," he told Mojoa, heart pounding with the beating
of his life-blood.
Mojoa's shadowy green eyes narrowed, his stride lengthened as he
rushed on towards home. They finished ahead of Eiko and Scoots, faces
filled with excitement. Zidane gave a thumbs up sign towards the box he
knew Uncle Cid, his wife, Hilda, and Garnet would be sitting as he received
his large golden trophy. He could feel them smiling back as he swung off
Mojoa's back, taking the reins off his proud mount's head as they cleared
the field. It was a nice day for winning.
Zidane lead Mojoa towards the stables, stretching his muscles and
presumed a rather splendid look.
"You! I can't believe YOU!" Eiko jumped out from behind the side
of the wooden barn, eyes glinting. "I CAN'T believe it!" she screamed.
Mojoa jerked back in surprise, then collected himself hurriedly.
He hissed at her, feathers bristling at the minuscule brat.
"What's you problem!?" the summon mage shrieked like a prairie
merlin.
"Eiko, calm down," Zidane tried to placate her, arms shaking in
front of him in an almost pleading gesture.
"You wanna know, well do you? You BEAT me, you and that STUPID
chocobo AND-!!!"
"Ah, SHUDDUP!" Moe, Larry, and Curly came up beside her.
"Yeah," Curly tried to agree with Moe.
"You shuddup too!" he smacked Curly.
"Warahh!" Curly gave them his famous wave.
"C'mon, guys, let's go and leave this liddle brat to her own
thing," Moe commanded and they tripped crazily away.
Eiko was full of fury. Before she could go off on another tangent,
Zidane gave an innocent look at his chocobo and back to Eiko.
"Sorry, Eiko, but I gotta go."
He walked off, leaving her screeching at him.
Mojoa simply snorted, golden beak clacking in disdained annoyance.
The barn was cool, filled with the musky scent of used tack and
such. Taking off Mojoa's harness and bridle, the handsome brigand treaded
wearily to the chocobo bath racks. Today had been a long day, even it is
was mid-afternoon. Mojoa followed willingly, mildly sedated from so much
running. Grabbing the sky blue hose, Zidane gave the vermillion pump a yank.
Cold water spewed from its brass mouth, spraying all over Zidane. It was
shocking at first but it felt so good that he simply let its refreshing
contents pour over him. Mojoa gave a horrific squawk, snatching the hose
away from his "master." Zidane jumped and swivelled rapidly. He met eye to
eye with Mojoa, who held the hose in his mouth, a pouty look on his face and
a fierce look in his eye.
Zidane took the hint.
When finished, they returned to the main stable halls. Finding a
new stall with freshly packed hay, Zidane turned the chocobo into it.
Filling a large bucket of water, he dragged it inside and watched as Mojoa
drank it slowly down. Turning, he strode out to find some pellets. Taking
a nearby bucket and a shovel, he came upon his treasure soon enough. When
he returned, Mojoa had nestled himself in a nearby corner. But there was
something queer about the way he was resting...
In his gnarled talons the oversized bird clutched a large sapphire
orb. Dark and light mists swirled within as if a storm were brewing
somewhere. Behind the screen of scintillating fog a myriad of colors
twinkled in the distance, depths fathomless as the darkest abyss within the
foreboding reaches of time. A strange aurora emitted from the odd-crafted
stone, pale as the moon's halo and darker than the songs of those who stood
of the brink of a chasm, waiting for something to wrench them away from Gaia.
Zidane found himself entranced.
"Where did you get this?" he whispered.
Mojoa stopped peering into its depths for a moment. His eyes were
changed, filled with a sense of awesome wonder.
"Can I see it?" Zidane inquired.
The chocobo nodded silently, and placed the jewel into Zidane's
waiting palm. Tucking his head under his wing, he fell fast asleep.
Zidane coked his head, icy blue oracles slitted and gawking mildly
at the spinning shadows of life gyrated beneath him.
"Another world," he breathed cautiously. "I wish I could see
exactly where this place was..."
His head began to throb. Sounds like those of one walking down
an iron hallway echoed loudly in his ears, threatening to burst his eardrums
any moment. And then it stopped.
Slowly, the dilatory ball came to life, magic rippling like
microscopic waves about its almost spherical form. It rose into the air,
tilting as it began to spun. Obsidian, silver, and white light flashed
around it, sparks emitting from out of nowhere. Faster and faster it
whirled in mid air. Zidane felt himself being pulled into an unknown
vortex of darkness. The stable around him swirled into a muddy morass of
colors as something yanked him closer and closer into the whirpool of magic
held within the ball. And then, as the familiarness of the stable and a
squeaking of the now-awakened Mojoa, everything turned into a distant
blackness he could not recall. The scions of the past had Called him, and
he had come...
T.B.C. In...*drum roll* PART TWO!!!!
[Don't you love me?]
