By Stormytitan
Chappie 2! Please enjoy you lovely L.O.L. fans! And don't shoot me at the terribly written stuff okay?\
Edit 10/22/11: Still editing :D
Chapter 2: "Childish"
Logos had miraculously acted like nothing happened between them. Their accidental kiss was all "accident", so he claimed, and had no meaning or passion behind it.
Leblanc was having a harder time simply accepting that and shrugging it off. So, Logos set off on a quick mission for a sphere for the one man he hated in this world, to get the one woman he loved back to normal.
After grabbing the purple colored sphere from the a pesky and territorial male monkey in Zanarkand, Logos shoved the prize in his coat and made a bee-line for home.
All the way hoping it was something the bloody prick wanted. He never really hated the Meyvn, but as the recent events continued, he had developed a strange misplaced irritation towards Nooj. Which wasn't at all fair but in situations like these people tended to pick someone to hate, and Logos would be damned if he decided to hate Leblanc. Because despite all things from Spira to the end of the world, he still loved her. As gushy of a term it was he decided it was defiantly alright now to claim it as such at least inwardly to himself.
Visits from the Meyvn Nooj always brought Leblanc out of whatever moods she would be in and Logos was willing to try anything to make her force-forget the encounter they had if it made her fell any better. Though it wouldn't at all be what Logos really wanted, Leblanc would probably be grateful, and that was enough to make him decide to get a sphere that would probably interest the Meyvn Nooj.
However, the morning he set out to retrieve the sphere he was almost about to turn back at the thought of her just handing it to Nooj in the end, an idea that never really bothered him before. He knew it would get Nooj to visit the château, but Logos was unsure he wanted him to come at all.
But, with the way Leblanc was acting he continued to go on and pick up the sphere he had cornered.
For the past four days, she had avoided eye contact with him, and even sent Ormi, of all people, to do the things he usually did just to avoid having to actually speak with him. Logos took it in a stride, deciding it was just one of her forms of punishment, a pay back for the kiss. After four days, however, Logos's patience ran thin, and he then decided to take action.
Logos wasn't sure that a mere visit would bring Leblanc out of the little hole she had dug for herself, but he was willing to try. If this 'game' of Leblanc's lasted much longer, Logos wasn't so sure he could stand it.
Out of the many things that rubbed Logos the wrong way, being ignored and useless was one of them and this particular game threw them both into his face. This game had to end now, and with the purple sphere hopefully it would.
Finally in sight of the odd architecture of Guadosalem, he sighed deeply. Who knew monkeys could bite so hard and claw and shred the top of a certain gunner's hand? It felt wonderful to be home, and finally do away with the makeshift bandage he had fashioned to cover the wounds.
Passing by the two goons at the door, one of the two goons awkwardly saluted.
"Someone's gonna get it…" The one who didn't salute singsonged contemptibly, bobbing his neck to and fro for emphasis.
Only one person in all of Spira dumb enough to act so blatantly stupid in front of Logos.
"Taji, don't you think you should go back and inhale more oil fumes at Djose temple?" Logos stared back at the goon's dark covered face.
Whose idea was it to cover their faces behind those black cloths anyway? If he had known the little Al Bhed teen was standing guard he would have waited well into the following day to avoid the sand loving twit. Leblanc's tantrums or not.
"I had fun at Djose," Taji, despite being Al Bhed had only a light accent to his voice at times, while other times his general goofy voice hid his race well. He very rarely reverted back to his native language. Taji smiled behind his mask, "That Gippal is one amazing person."
"Well, isn't that nice," Logos pushed past him and headed for the door.
"By the way," Taji drug out the words to get his attention, "Leblanc called for you about two hours ago. You know what? You really should tell her when you're going someplace," Taji stared at his gloved hands, pretending to examine his nails, "She threw quite a little hissy-fit that you weren't around when she needed you."
"What was it she needed me for?" Logos was less than pleased he had missed the one moment Leblanc needed him in the past four days.
"Nooj came by…" The other goon, now that he had spoken in such a soft voice Logos had identified him as the man named Yamusu, spoke up shyly from the other side of the door, "And he said he needed help with some fiends that has been coming around the Youth League again."
Funny, I thought he'd ask help from the Gullwings before coming to us, Logos sneered downward at the ground, the fates are not on my side today are they?
After his thought was finished, Logos looked at the upper levels of the chateau where she was either steaming or wishing to be as she battled fiends for Nooj, "Is she still here?"
"Yep, waiting for you," Taji picked 'dirt' from his middle finger and flicked it away, "Funny huh?"
"Yes, real funny," Logos turned and quickly walked through the door. He wasted no time as he ran up the stairs and knocked on the Leblanc's door. Prepared for a shout and maybe a good thump on the head from his unaccounted for absence.
"Who is it?" Leblanc was irritated, but not in an over the top rage-fit, that was a good enough sign to begin with.
"It's Logos, Boss," He gulped some nervous air then added, "I was getting a sphere from Zanarkand."
"Did you get it?," Leblanc's voice barely changed, but it was slightly softer now.
"Yes, Boss, I did," Logos stood outside the door, his palm still pressed against the wood. He waited for her to say something else, but she didn't.
"Boss, I heard about the fiend problem on Mushroom Rock Road. Do you want me to go and take care of it?" Logos waited, "Boss, may I come in?"
"No," the answer was hard and cold, "Go take care of the fiend problem right now."
Logos removed his hand from the door. He waited for her to say something else, or maybe even stick her head out, but like earlier, she didn't do anything.
It was strange. She had never given orders through a closed door before. The ignoring him thing was getting rather aggravating to say the least.
"Yes, Boss"
Logos finally turned and left.
The dirt crunched hideously under his feet as he briskly walked toward the Youth League Headquarters. He suddenly slowed his pace, moving in a less than normal speed for the usually rushing Logos, but continued none the less despite how badly he wanted to stop. Something, not surprisingly, was nagging at him and causing him to silently fume as he walked. And he was in a terrible mood from the passed events.
Logos was still angry about how his boss decided to deal with things. Why wouldn't she even look at him? It was all childish and the whole thing was dragging on way too long for grown adults. He always knew she was on the more childish side of life, but as this was continuing it was becoming ridiculous!
Logos's squinted eyes caught the running forms of loyal youth leaguers up ahead. He sighed, Might as well get it over with.
Logos's sharp vision also caught the red clad Meyvn ahead giving them orders as they scrambled. He suddenly had a feeling that he was not going to enjoy this in even the slightest bit.
He continued toward them and stopped when Nooj looked up at him.
"Weren't you supposed to be here earlier?" Nooj smirked slightly behind the silver rims of his glasses. He wasn't amused by the late arrival but he wasn't angry about it either as it was a small problem, and not one that couldn't be dealt with simply.
"I'm here now," Logos's usual frown deepened, " Where are the fie-?"
Nooj turned and pointed an index finger behind him towards the fumbling men that seemed to cause more chaos then actual help. And help is definitely what they needed as they got freely thrown around by five fully awake ochus.
"Oh. " Logos's eyebrow raised, then he shrugged, "Well, I see."
"You should probably come at the one in the front from the left side and-" Nooj started to point at the places he mentioned but was interrupted by Logos's visible flinch then feet shuffling away.
" Wait! Are you just going to foolishly run in? I thought Leblanc's men had a little bit more sense than that," Nooj was only slightly confused at the, as he saw it, sudden iciness of the gunner , "If you don't listen, you might cause more of a problem then actual help."
Turning, Logos's expression was pinched , "I don't take orders from anyone but Leblanc, understand? I was told to take care of your so called 'fiend' problem, and I have come here to do just that! However, there was nothing mentioned about my taking orders from you, and until there is, I won't listen to, nor acknowledge, your generic strategic commands."
Logos turned back to the now four ochus and pulled a revolver from his hip.
Never again was he going to listen to some military man prattle on about how to handle a situation cautiously. Besides, he was always sure of what he was doing, right or wrong as it was, he always knew. Even at the moment he knew he was acting juvenile, and like an ass, but he knew he could handle the problem without listening to Nooj. And out of the options of listening to the Meyvn or just doing what he was good at, he chose the latter.
After all, when everything was said and done, Logos was excellent at killing things.
He aimed at the one closest to him and shot it in the round part of it's 'belly'. It swiped at him with one of its long arms, and Logos side stepped to avoid it. He shot a second bullet and the fiend exploded into light and colors as the pyre flies flew from it.
He shot at the second ochu and ducked underneath another swinging arm, shooting two more shots, Logos smirked at the disappearing orbs that flew up into the sky. It was rather easy to dispatch them, he began wondering what part of this Nooj couldn't handle when he felt teeth sink into his arm.
A Lupine latched on to Logos's forearm with foaming jaws and he could almost feel the "I told you" aura coming from Nooj's direction. He knew that acting childish often led to getting injured and caught off guard, so he was actually not at all surprised at the pain of the bite, but it still made the already silently raging Logos even more peeved.
Aiming the second revolver at the Lupine's skull he pulled the trigger and blood flew from the wound. Shoving the fiend to one side he took aim at the Lupine's pack mates until all six of his remaining bullets disappeared. He loaded it back with quick hands and shot at the seventh fiend, the last of the pack, who gathered it's bearings from a shoulder wound and lunged at him.
Logos turned and shot at the third ochu, noting out of his per phial vision that Nooj and the other Youth Leaguers had killed one other ochu, leaving one left.
A quick pain shot across his back as something slashed across it. Logos landed on his knees as the force of the attack sent him forward, a long red gash from his left shoulder down to his right side ending just below his ribs shining under the blue cloth of his ripped coat.
Now the childish stupidness he thought he could simply work through was starting to work against him.
Turning he saw that the last ochu had struck him from behind. Something that usually didn't happen when Ormi was around as they guarded each other's back, but he still should have been aware of the giant plant to begin with. It was rather impossible to miss and he cursed at himself for working himself up in the first place to dull his senses so much.
To be so damn distracted was going to be a problem if it wasn't resolved right away.
He turned and lifted his gun and shot it three times before it to exploded and departed in the almost beautiful way that fiends do. Logos head reeled, he touched the inside of his coat for an antidote but only found a purple colored sphere.
Gripping it tight in his palm he held it, staring at it, "Today is just not my day…"
"You're not hurt are you?" Nooj's voice still carried the indifference it always had. The voice itself made the wound on Logos's back throb painfully. You could almost hear the "You should've listened to me" in the delivery of the question.
"I'm well enough," Logos stood up and winced. Movement was going to hurt all the way home, he could feel it.
Kinda of a downer and for some reason I can't write for Nooj really well… I tried though and this is my very FIRST chapter story ( I wrote many oneshots I never put up before). And I find it harder than it looks… writing action is also hard, drawing it is so much easier…
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