Oh my god! I'm not writing a Alvin and the Chipmunks Fic? Odd, I know. This is a late late late late late late late etc etc Christmas present for a good buddy of mine. I hope he likes it. And there is more to come!
A horrible stench assaulted Zidane's nose as he began to stir from his sleep. He opened his eyes a saw what he thought to be the night sky. "Where am I?", he asked himself aloud.
The youth looked about and examined his surroundings. He found himself in what appeared to be a large city. Zidane put a gloved hand on his head. He had just noticed that he had a splitting headache. He looked back up at the "sky" and found that it was in fact not not the sky at all, but a large metal surface with lights covering the bottom.
Okay so far I know I'm in a city of some kind and it seems to be underground. But how did I get here? What happened to Kuja? An image flashed before Zidane's eyes as his mind drifted back.
Large green vines swarmed in and moved towards Zidane and Kuja at high speeds. Zidane threw himself over Kuja and the vines closed in around them. Zidane closed his eyes at the last moment. After a few moments of not being crushed to death Zidane opened his eyes, "We're not dead?"
There was a bubble of purple light holding the vines back. Zidane looked down at Kuja who's eyes were open and glowing with the same purple light, "You don't have to share my fate. I have enough strength to get you out of here but, I don't know where you will go."
"What are you talking about?", Zidane could hear the vines increasing their pressure against the bubble of magic, which began to crack like glass in response.
"There is no time to explain. Zidane, I hope you find your way back to your comrades. The only thing left for me to say is goodbye and that I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused", the glow in Kuja's eyes intensified and a purple light began to surround Zidane.
"Kuja, what are you doing?", the light consumed Zidane and his vision faded to black.
Kuja... Thank you. Zidane stood up and dusted his clothes off. He looked around once again and began to try and decipher where in the world he was. As he looked around it became apparent that he was in a back ally of sorts. He saw the exit ahead of him, "Well that looks like as good a place as any to start."
Zidane left the ally to find himself in what he hoped were the slums of this city. There were many strangely dressed people walking about and tending to business such as shopping. Zidane decided to ask someone where he was. He tapped a passing man on the shoulder, "Excuse me, where am I?"
The man looked over Zidane's cloths and took note of his tail and raised an eyebrow, "A long way from home by my guess", the man walked away from Zidane quickly, as if he was covered in sores. What was his issue?
Zidane tried to ask a few more people but he only got strange looks. He was starting to get frustrated, "Where the hell am I?', he shouted to the heavens.
"You look lost", a tough yet kind female voice came from behind the young man.
His turned on his heal and his eyes met with the owner of the voice. She stood just about his height, just a little taller. She had long dark brown, almost black, hair that fell just below her waist with the tip tied into a shape that resemble a fin of some sort. The first thing that stood out to Zidane was the size of her, "assets" as Zidane called them. She was dressed in a white tank top and black miniskirt with red suspenders and red shoes on. She also wore red leather gloves and black fabric that went up both of her forearms, with a metal elbow guard on her left arm.
"I am", Zidane forced himself to look at her red eyes. "Can you tell me where I am?"
The young woman nodded, "You're in the sector seven slums of Midgar. By the way my name is Tifa Lockhart."
Zidane extend his had out to her, "Nice to meet you Tifa, my name is Zidane Tribal."
Tifa took his hand and shook it. Once the friendly gesture was done with Zidane let out a groan, "Were the hell on Gaia is Midgar?"
Tifa raised an eyebrow, "Gaia? You mean the planet? Well it's in the center of the Center Continent."
"Center Continent? What?", Zidane reached into the pouch that hung from his belt and pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment. He opened the paper and looked at it, "Can you show me on this map?" He turned the paper over to Tifa who took it and looked over it.
She shook her head, "This isn't a map of the world."
"What? What do you mean?", Zidane's headache was getting worse the more he tried to figure out what was going on.
"I mean, wherever this is a map of, it's not the planet we're on right now", Tifa rolled up the parchment and handed it back to Zidane. who placed it in his pouch.
"Damn it. Kuja, where did you send me?", Zidane asked the air, not truly expecting an answer.
"You look like you could use a drink, why don't you come back to my bar and tell me whats going on?", Tifa gave Zidane a warm smile.
Even if he wanted to, there was no way Zidane could pass up and offer like that from a girl like Tifa, "Lead the way."
A few hours and a few drinks later and Zidane and Tifa were sitting at the bar in a small hole in the wall place called Seventh Haven.
"That's when I was surrounded by the light and then I woke up here", Zidane shrugged while he took a sip of his drink.
Tifa nodded, "Well I've come to a conclusion. Either you're insane or you're telling the truth and you've been through hell and back, only to wind up here."
"Trust me, it's the second one", Zidane's tail flicked back and forth with annoyance.
"So, what are you going to do now?", Tifa took a sip of her water and looked at the youth in front of her.
He shrugged, "I have no idea. I would like to get back to my world but I have no idea how to make that happen."
Tifa nodded, "Well do you have anywhere to stay for the time being?"
Zidane shook his head, "Nope.", Zidane drank the last of his beverage.
Tifa put a finger on her chin as she thought about something, "I have an idea. I can let you stay here if you're willing to work in the bar for me. How does that sound?"
Zidane thought about it and shrugged, "Well it will pass the time while I try to figure a way home." A smirk spread across Zidane's face, That and I don't mind spending more time with you.
"What are you smirking at?", Tifa looked at the tailed youth, trying to figure him out.
"Nothing, just thinking about how lucky I was to be found by you", Zidane gave Tifa one of his famous "lady's man" smiles.