Usually when someone hears the news that a famous celebrity is coming to town, it tends to spread and become a massive scene where everyone will eventually know. After all, how doesn't want to meet a famous person who will be written down in history soon? But reactions are always different when a person realizes who this celebrity is. Some may be a bit surprised, others won't know who that person is, and some others might foam at the mouth at the sight of their idol and ask for an autograph like the rabid fan they are. It all depends really.
However, when the news of this one particular person came into Zidane Tribal's attention, he was just plain pissed. He hated it when this particular person came to visit the town for many reasons.
1) He was a narcissistic, cruel, and a just plain sadistic actor.
2) He was always complaining about everything Zidane (or anyone for the matter) does.
3) He was annoying. Just plain annoying.
However, just the overall personality of this new visitor was not enough to make Zidane annoyed. What made Zidane so annoyed here he wanted to jump off a cliff and make sure that no one could use a Phoenix Down on him? Simple. This celebrity visitor was staying at his house for a few days. It wasn't new or anything since Zidane had to let him stay. After all, the man could sue Zidane just by snapping his fingers. Also to mention that Zidane's older cousin would strangle the little monkey boy in his sleep for disrespecting his best friend.
So Zidane never could really do much except for clean the apartment, spend the night at Bartz's house, and just plain avoid this visitor. Of course, this was the rude tactic to take on a situation like this. But heck, that visitor started it as soon as he set foot in his house for the very first time.
Just then, the sound of the house phone interrupted Zidane's cleaning spree. After spending two hours straight cleaning, with no help from his older cousin, a distraction was one of the best things the blonde-haired person could ask for. Even if it was a telemarketer-asking if he wanted to buy a set of bubble bath materia orbs or something like that, just the fact that there was something distracting him was enough to make Zidane happy. It sure did beat mopping the floors after all.
"Bartz! Thank Cosmos it's you!"
"Isn't it always? Seriously, Zidane, you should actually give out your phone number to other people so you quit obsessing over me every time I call."
Zidane frowned at the phone but spoke again. "It's not like I can. Genesis won't let me-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Genesis? The Genesis Rhapsodos is your cousin?"
"Uh, yeah. What about it? I thought you knew."
"Of course I didn't! You never invite me to your house, and you never talk about your family. But that's so cool! The Genesis Rhapsodos is your older cousin! Seriously, he's such a good actor and an even better-"
"Okay, Bartz, enough about him." Zidane rubbed one of his temples with his free hand. He always got reactions like this from people who realize that Genesis is his cousin, but oh well. They forgot after awhile he guessed. "The point is that I need a place to crash for a few days."
"Uh, you know it will be awkward. I mean, you're only sixteen. It's, like, a four year age difference…"
"Aw, come on, Bartz! You're a friend, right? Save me from Gen and his annoying friend."
"Geez, Zidane, Genesis and his friend probably aren't that bad."
"You have no idea… Genesis is actually more sane than his friend is. The guy's practically a loony!"
There was a sigh on the other end of the phone but Bartz spoke up again. "Alright, Zi. Meet at the LG café, okay? Next time you're going to have to deal with your house guest on your own!"
"Thanks, Bartz. You're totally amazing!" Zidane cheered. His friend replied with a simple 'I know.' But as soon as that last phrase spilled out of Bartz, there was a loud clatter from the other room and shouting afterwards. Zidane let out an exasperated sigh. "Gotta go. I think Gen knocked down another stack of books and probably got book piled again."
Zidane hung up the phone, an annoyed groan escaped from his voice. This was going to be one aggravating day… But Zidane had to be a bit more happy. He couldn't let Genesis realize that he was beyond annoyed, nor could he let that other person find a weakness in Zidane's brave exterior. It would be the worst thing to ever have exposed.
But for crying out loud, why of all people? Why did he live with the most conceited person on the planet? Why did his equally conceited best friend have to come visit? Why was often the beginning of the many questions the Blondie asked in his mind. However, it seemed like none of them really could be answered. But why was it so tempting to keep asking those questions?!
"Zidane! Quit moping around on the floor. You're making it even more messy with you just being on it."
Zidane snapped out of his questioning mind and realized he was on his knees, slouching over on the wooden and sulking about his pathetic life that was spirally down a vortex. And to think Genesis was the dramatic one. Zidane was being just as worse. The monkey boy shot up to his feet and apologized a bit, throwing off the cleaning apron he wore and the white bandana in his hair. He observed the voice and then the man who spoke. Dressed in a casual, faded red colored jacket and shirt along with casual black pants was Zidane's older cousin by at least ten years or so. His red-ish brown hair was tied into a small ponytail and a pair of glasses rested delicately on the bridge of his nose. Zidane could tell that he was busy. Well, until he began swearing when a tower of books fell on top of his paper work and such.
"Go get the door, Zidane. Our guest is here."
Zidane frowned a bit at his cousin's bossy attitude. Of course, since he was older, he had to abide. His mother put him under Genesis's care for a reason after all, even if the monkey boy absolutely hated the reason. But even if he objected to Gen, poor Zidane would defiantly get his butt kicked to Edge of Madness, back, then to the Edge of Madness again. It happened to another friend of his. The poor sucker was never the same since…
"No need to get the door~ I went on ahead and let myself in." The two cousins looked over to the door, which had slammed itself open. A young man went on ahead and glided into the apartment. His flowing slate colored hair seemed to follow him like a wisp of hair. Zidane resisted the urge to burst out laughing by biting his lip. This man was sure flamboyant. Seriously, weren't shoulder pads out dated or only used for sports? Not to mention the extra cloth that looked like a tail or something. And the feather that was placed in his hair. He looked just plain ridiculous to Zidane. "Genesis, darling~ So good to see a fellow actor out of the work place."
Zidane couldn't hold much of his temptation to laugh, but let out a quiet laugh. Darling? Since when does a guy use 'Darling?' Ever?
"Kuja. So glad you could come and visit us," Genesis greeted. Kuja tossed his bag at Zidane and went over, kissing Genesis on his cheek casually. Zidane made an odd face when he witnessed that. Since when did guys kiss each other on the cheeks like that? What kind of guy was Kuja anyways?! "Don't just stand there and gape, Zidane. You look dumb. Go out and fetch Kuja's belongings. I know he didn't bring just one small bag."
"Of course I didn't~" Kuja claimed, flipping his hair a bit. Zidane stuck his tongue out and shook his head. The guy was sure a weird one. "An actor must have a wide wardrobe to express one's many characters. Go on, monkey boy. If you get my luggage, I'll give you your prize faster."
"Prize? Monkey boy?! Just who the hell do you think you-" Zidane stopped as soon as he heard Genesis clear his throat and scowled at the blondie. He frowned at Genesis and Kuja and reluctantly waddled out of the apartment towards the bright yellow cab. Of course, the mere sight of the massive trunk practically ready to jump out of the back seat intimidated Zidane a bit. Seriously, the entire trunk itself was bigger than he was. And to think the monkey boy had to take that large trunk up two flights up stairs to the third floor… The blond scanned the trunk for a moment and let out a sigh of relief. It had wheels thank Cosmos, Zidane's mind cheered.
The adolescent pulled the blue and purple clothing trunk from the back of the car and put it off to the side. He was just going to head back, but then the driver cleared his throat for attention, looking at Zidane for the money Kuja owed him. The blond let out a groan of annoyance and paid the 2,400 gil. Already his wallet was clear out. Poor Zidane worked hard for the money at the LG café where he works. Oh well. He'll snatch the money back from Kuja's wallet, purse, whatever he carries money in.
So the blond dragged the massive theatre trunk behind him. Luckily, the apartment complex had an elevator. If it didn't, the monkey boy surely would have been passed out after the first flight of stairs. But just getting this apparent 'prize' didn't seem worth it in Zidane's eyes. Even if Kuja did occasionally keep his word, his prize would probably be a pack of gum or a breath mint. Not worth in in the blonde's point of view. But maybe he can get something out of it. After all, Genesis and Kuja do go on for hours after hours sometimes. So he left Kuja's massive trunk back near the elevator and snuck back towards the apartment. He put his ear up against the door and listened in carefully. First, there were mumbles, then it cleared up when the voices traveled back into the living room, Zidane guessed. He just barely cracked open the door and looked at his cousin and the houseguest inside.
"…That little cousin of yours better not be staying the night here, Genesis."
"Of course not, Kuja. He always spends the night over at his idiotic friends' houses whenever you come around."
There was a bit of laughter until Kuja spoke up again. "It seems the little monkey boy must not enjoy my company~" Yet again there was more laughter. Well, not exactly laughter, but more of cackling. "Oh well. That gives us more time to catch up if you will." Zidane noticed how the silver-haired Bishonen strutted up to Genesis. "After all, we barely ever get the chance to make music together, now do we?"
"Now, Kuja. Please wait a little longer until Zidane actually leaves for his friend's house."
Kuja pouted a bit and tugged a bit on Genesis's dark red jacket. "Why not? The little runt isn't here. And he looked puny enough. I don't think he'll be up in awhile." Kuja was smaller that Genesis by half a foot, so the younger actor was standing on his toes to get up the Genesis's height. "And why make me wait? You know how I hated to wait."
And then Kuja placed his lips right on top of Genesis's for a lustful kiss. The two seemed to be kissing each other back as though they had done it a million times strangely enough. And Zidane had witnessed this awkward act of romance. In complete shock, he had to look away, but he also wanted to make sure that Kuja didn't do anything to Genesis. That was a bad idea, however. His older cousin actually wrapped his arm around Kuja's waist and deepened it! Zidane just gaped and tired to cover his eyes from the uncomfortable sight. What was he going to explain to Bartz for why he was late now? He was watching his cousin make out with his best friend?! Of course not!
"Zidane, come out from behind that door."
The blond straighten up a bit and tumbled his way back into the apartment room. Kuja and Genesis just watched Zidane freak out a bit when he suddenly realized that Genesis still had his arms wrapped around Kuja's smaller body. It finally got old though, so the red head reluctantly let go of his 'friend' and hit his cousin upside the head.
"Stop that. You look bizarre…"
"But-But-But-!" Zidane was too confused by the situation to get his words straight. Witnessing such an odd moment was defiantly one that would scar the poor kid's mind. So to prevent an even more disastrously awkward conversation, Genesis went on ahead, handed Zidane his backpack and skateboard and shooed him off. The blond went on ahead and took that moment to his advantage and his escape, sprinting out of the apartment and making his way to Bartz at the LG café. Kuja and Genesis were left in the apartment alone. The silver-haired man looked up at the other man, an egotistic smirk displayed on his beautiful face. "I bet he enjoyed that little show~"
