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There's a small change of plans. I know I said this chapter would be about PSICOM, but this other plot just attacked me, and wouldn't let me alone, so I decided to do this one first.

Warnings: little OOCness, slight breaking the fourth wall!

Enjoy~!

One day, just outside Eden...

The trouble had all started when Hope caught Vanille staring at him intensely, after one of the many battles.
Or rather, at his pants.

Hey... V-Vanille? Is something wrong?' he asked as unflustered as boy of fourteen could ask, after just catching a cute girl staring at him. Or rather, his pants.

Vanille moved her eyes up to his and then nodded. 'Hmm, yes! I have a question,' she said with a big, winning smile.

Hope wondered why there was suddenly a sense of impending doom hanging over his head.

'Say, Hope, where do you leave your boomerang after battle?' Vanille asked innocently, 'I mean, it's far too big to fit into your pocket, yet it always disappears.'

'Yeah, now that she mentions it what is the deal with that?' Sazh meddled himself in the conversation as well.
He'd been sitting with his back towards them before, but was now listening intently.

'Guys... no. Just drop that,' Hope pleaded with raised hands, backing away from Sazh and Vanille.

'Awww, come on Hope, don't be a spoilsport. Show us your trick,' Vanille gushed, clapping her hands eagerly.
She hopped around poor Hope, and looked at his pants expectantly.

'Hey, stop that! It's- I mean I am not going to show anything!'

Well, kid, you gotta at least explain it. You got us all curious now,' Sazh ordered.

'Yeah, spill it, Hope,' Vanille encouraged him further.

'Wait, wait!' Hope brought out, his mind racing for a way out of this, 'Then... I've got another few things I want explained from you guys first.'

'Like what?'

'Like Sazh,' Hope pointed at him, 'Did you know baby Chocobo's built their nests out of their own crap? Is that the funny smell I smell around you all the time?'

'Gee, I never-,' Sazh started, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably, but Hope had already shifted his attention to Vanille.

'And Vanille, in battle, why do you, with every teeny tiny physical effort you make, sound like you're having an orga- Argh, can't say that in T rated fic. I mean, why do you sound like you enjoy getting hit just a little too much? It's very distracting!'

'Oh,' is all Vanille said, looking completely flustered.

'Hey, kids? Maybe some things are better just... left alone,' Sazh said wisely.

Vanille and Hope nodded in agreement, and shot each other some awkward glances before moving on, determined to forget this conversation ever happened.

I'm telling you, Hope must store that thing in his ass. You're welcome for the mental image and/or damage that brought =]

Sorry, still no PSICOM next chapter. I already promised Smash Genesis I'd do his story suggestion third.

By the way, I'll be taking more requests. So if there's any WTF story you'd like to see, PM or drop in a review, and I'll see what I can do ;)