Authors note: Amarant, Quina & co. all belong to SquareSoft. Also please note that this story is in no way serious (you've probably gathered that anyway) Sorry if it offends anyone ;o) Oh and the first part takes place when the gang first go to Madain Sari with Eiko.
UNHEALTHY OBSESSION...
CHAPTER ONE : An Angel with a Fork
Amarant stood atop the cliffs beside the river and the village of Madain Sari. The wind whisked his scarlet hair behind him like a burst of flames. Cautiously he scanned the area. Where the hell was Lani? They had spilt up ever since Fossil Roo when she had got over- excited and decided to tackle Zidane and his gang whilst Amarant was sleeping.
Amarant growled deeply and began to prowl restlessly across the rocks, flexing his claws angrily. Suddenly, he spotted a shape in the water below him. He squinted to get a better look and then he noticed the chubby white hand flaying about, splashing water everywhere. Someone was down there drowning! Amarant frowned crossly. He hated being a do-gooder but some sissy part of him told him that he would have to do into the water and play hero.
Annoyed, Amarant braced himself and dived expertly into the blue below. The ice cold water hit him like a pile of bricks. Instinctively, Amarant opened his eyes and surveyed the river for the drowning victim. Hmm... No-one was in sight - but he could've sworn that he'd seen somebody down here in trouble. Amarant attempted to swim back upstream to the lower banking but to his horror he discovered that the current was far too strong and was dragging him further down the river, pulling him nearer and nearer to the crashing, thrashing, mega -scary rapids.
(Que suspense music)
Amarant kicked his legs and tried desperately to grab onto the roots at the side of the bank but it was useless. The rapids were upon him, fierce and merciless, ready to drag him down into a watery grave, stealing what little breath he had left. Then he felt everything go black. He was dead...
HAS THE RIVER FINALLY PUT OUT THE FLAMING AMARANT?!? IS THIS REALLY THE END?!? AS IF!!!!
Amarant slowly opened his eyes. The world around him was hazy and blurred. Was this... Heaven? Amarant slapped his forehead. Of course it isn't Heaven, dumb ass. After all the bad things I've done, as if I'd be in Heaven. This is Hell more likely!
Then out of nowhere a voice spoke. Surely this was the voice of an angel?
"You okay? You nearly drown back there..." It was soft and sweet and had a strange otherworldly accent. A strong but gentle arm helped him up.
Amarant blinked; before him stood the most beautiful creature that he had ever seen. She was tallish and well-built - cuddly, some might say - but that was the way that Amarant like them... Particularly after his crush on Queen Brahne. Anyway, she wore a flowing, delicate pink dress complete with apron and a quirky white hat. However, the most striking thing about her was the way she was staring intently at Amarant, her gorgeous large pink tongue hanging lustfully out of her mouth. Amarant blinked again to make fully sure that he wasn't dreaming.
"Are you okay? You nearly die pretty bad..." She waggled her head gracefully. Amarant took a deep breath and regained what was left of his ice-cold Cloud-esque poise.
"Yeah, I'm all right. How did I get out though?" Amarant looked puzzled, motioning at the rushing river next to him, shaking the water droplets from his fiery mane. He'd always hated water...
"I save you. You not move so I use potion. I glad I went swimming for fishy or I may not able to rescue you," the goddess spoke, Amarant's heart fluttered.
"You! You was the one that I saw drowning in the water!" He exclaimed.
"I not drowning. You drown, I save you. Us Quans good swimmers!" She looked confused. Amarant grinned for the first time ever in his life.
"Thanks..." He looked down at his feet, he wasn't used to feeling like this. It scared him.
"Is okay. I go back now. Zidane be waiting for me and I need get more fishes first!"
'Zidane...? She's travelling with... Zidane?' Amarant's heart sank into his boots. The vision of loveliness slowly began to walk away.
"Wait!" Amarant shouted. The Quan turned around.
"I don't even know your name..." He looked straight at her, his heart skipping a beat.
"I called Quina... And you?"
"I'm nobody..." Amarant whispered softly, "goodbye Quina..."
Quina grinned, waved and then trotted off down the river. Amarant continued in the opposite direction. He had to stop Lani attacking Zidane and his group, especially if it meant that Quina could be injured...
UNHEALTHY OBSESSION...
CHAPTER ONE : An Angel with a Fork
Amarant stood atop the cliffs beside the river and the village of Madain Sari. The wind whisked his scarlet hair behind him like a burst of flames. Cautiously he scanned the area. Where the hell was Lani? They had spilt up ever since Fossil Roo when she had got over- excited and decided to tackle Zidane and his gang whilst Amarant was sleeping.
Amarant growled deeply and began to prowl restlessly across the rocks, flexing his claws angrily. Suddenly, he spotted a shape in the water below him. He squinted to get a better look and then he noticed the chubby white hand flaying about, splashing water everywhere. Someone was down there drowning! Amarant frowned crossly. He hated being a do-gooder but some sissy part of him told him that he would have to do into the water and play hero.
Annoyed, Amarant braced himself and dived expertly into the blue below. The ice cold water hit him like a pile of bricks. Instinctively, Amarant opened his eyes and surveyed the river for the drowning victim. Hmm... No-one was in sight - but he could've sworn that he'd seen somebody down here in trouble. Amarant attempted to swim back upstream to the lower banking but to his horror he discovered that the current was far too strong and was dragging him further down the river, pulling him nearer and nearer to the crashing, thrashing, mega -scary rapids.
(Que suspense music)
Amarant kicked his legs and tried desperately to grab onto the roots at the side of the bank but it was useless. The rapids were upon him, fierce and merciless, ready to drag him down into a watery grave, stealing what little breath he had left. Then he felt everything go black. He was dead...
HAS THE RIVER FINALLY PUT OUT THE FLAMING AMARANT?!? IS THIS REALLY THE END?!? AS IF!!!!
Amarant slowly opened his eyes. The world around him was hazy and blurred. Was this... Heaven? Amarant slapped his forehead. Of course it isn't Heaven, dumb ass. After all the bad things I've done, as if I'd be in Heaven. This is Hell more likely!
Then out of nowhere a voice spoke. Surely this was the voice of an angel?
"You okay? You nearly drown back there..." It was soft and sweet and had a strange otherworldly accent. A strong but gentle arm helped him up.
Amarant blinked; before him stood the most beautiful creature that he had ever seen. She was tallish and well-built - cuddly, some might say - but that was the way that Amarant like them... Particularly after his crush on Queen Brahne. Anyway, she wore a flowing, delicate pink dress complete with apron and a quirky white hat. However, the most striking thing about her was the way she was staring intently at Amarant, her gorgeous large pink tongue hanging lustfully out of her mouth. Amarant blinked again to make fully sure that he wasn't dreaming.
"Are you okay? You nearly die pretty bad..." She waggled her head gracefully. Amarant took a deep breath and regained what was left of his ice-cold Cloud-esque poise.
"Yeah, I'm all right. How did I get out though?" Amarant looked puzzled, motioning at the rushing river next to him, shaking the water droplets from his fiery mane. He'd always hated water...
"I save you. You not move so I use potion. I glad I went swimming for fishy or I may not able to rescue you," the goddess spoke, Amarant's heart fluttered.
"You! You was the one that I saw drowning in the water!" He exclaimed.
"I not drowning. You drown, I save you. Us Quans good swimmers!" She looked confused. Amarant grinned for the first time ever in his life.
"Thanks..." He looked down at his feet, he wasn't used to feeling like this. It scared him.
"Is okay. I go back now. Zidane be waiting for me and I need get more fishes first!"
'Zidane...? She's travelling with... Zidane?' Amarant's heart sank into his boots. The vision of loveliness slowly began to walk away.
"Wait!" Amarant shouted. The Quan turned around.
"I don't even know your name..." He looked straight at her, his heart skipping a beat.
"I called Quina... And you?"
"I'm nobody..." Amarant whispered softly, "goodbye Quina..."
Quina grinned, waved and then trotted off down the river. Amarant continued in the opposite direction. He had to stop Lani attacking Zidane and his group, especially if it meant that Quina could be injured...