(M r . I n v i n c i b l e)
"You're stupid."
"That's not nice."
"Allow me to rephrase, then. What you're doing is stupid."
"Why?"
"Because... because you'll hurt yourself."
He laughs. No, actually, he doesn't laugh he crows. That stupid, show off crow he does when he's about to do something brash. Something impulsive. Something stupid.
"I don't get hurt. Ever. I am in-vince-ib-el!"
I remember all the times I've witnessed him incapacitated on the ground, blood seeping through wounds and bruises obscuring pale skin like purple clouds. All the Cures, the Curas the Curagas. The Potions, Hi Potions, X Potions.
"I am 'Zidane The Invincible'! I laugh in the face of death and he cowers in fear from my masculinity and fearlessness!"
He crows to the sky again, hands on hips.
Stupid.
But then I remember the way the Iifa tree had just... imploded. Destroyed itself. Roots smashing, branches twisting, trunk crumbling. He had made it out of that and what was this compared to that?
"Don't," I said, anyway. "I hate it."
"What?" He's grinning like a lunatic, his eyes all lit up and his cheeks flushed from adrenalin.
"Because I say it's stupid. I say you're stupid."
"Is that all you can say today?"
"Fine. You're unwise."
"No difference!"
"Idiot!"
"Broken record!"
He sticks his tongue out and I lean forward to pinch it with my fingers but he pulls back, almost losing his balance over the cliff edge, where the crystal water beneath is still and deep and the bottom is rockless and sandy. Where the cerulean waves shatter the stunning sunlight and must be cool and refreshing. But was it worth the arduous walk down, for Zidane? No.
"Wont hurt myself," he says with the stubborn certainty of a child. I can imagine him stomping his foot and crossing his arms and sticking out his bottom lip. But that's not Zidane. That's not his style. Like how going for a simple walk along a scenic cliff isn't stimulating enough for 'Mr Invincible.'
"You're an idiot," I say.
"You're a tight-ass, smelly old rat who doesn't know how to chill ou - hey!"
I lunge at him, not out of actual anger but playful irritation. I mean to push him over but he darts out the way and suddenly there's no grass beneath my feet and I'm falling. I manage to turn the tumble into a dive and the water gushes up around me, the impact sharp and stinging. Foam, bubbles, salt. I come up spluttering and exhilarated and angry.
I look up in time to see him jumping off the cliff shouting "CATCH ME!" before his body completely obliterates the sky and falls on me like a ton of bricks, plunging me beneath the water again. I open my eyes and see his irritatingly satisfied expression at having one-upped me floating beneath the waves like a frog.
We break the surface together and I bop him on the head without missing a beat.
"Told ya I'm invincible," he says. "Now who feels stupid?"
God, I have no idea where this came from in the weirdness that is my imagination. I just wanted to write so I started writing and this came out. Seriously. I don't even know, man. It is the 'KING OF DRABBLES' lol. Anyway if you liked it just... drop me a review, 'kay?