Fang And vanille Q & A
AN: Quick note about the other Final Fantasy XIII Characters. I personally love all the characters (except Serah, sorry Serah fans) but I also like making fun of them (Like Vanille and Hope) so if I go a bit to far, I'll back up a bit. It's all good! =-)
"It's time for the Final Fantasy XIII Q & A show! Here are your hosts!" The announcer began, "She started a trend on Pulse at the age of sixteen, Oerba Yun Fang! And her lover that Fang will tear the sky down to save, Oerba Dia Vanille!"
The camera pans down to the pulsians sitting at their desk. Fang was wearing a black leather long sleeve shirt with a red jacket over it and black pants to match. Vanille wore a blue and red sleeveless short dress with a cute beret placed ontop, her pigtails sticking out.
"Ello' and welcome to another episode of the Fang & Vanille Q & A show." Fang greeted.
"Actually," Vanille pointed out, "it's called the Final Fantasy XIII Q and A show or FF13Q&A show."
"Yeah whatever, let's bring out our guests!" The audience cheered, "Our first guest is Aragorn."
A lean, tall, and dark man, wearing chainmail walked across the set earning a whole applause from his fans. He took his place in the red chair farthest from Fang.
"So, where are you from?" Fang asked the hero.
"Middle Earth." he answered, his voice gruff.
"Excellent," Vanille replied. "Tell us a little bit about yourself."
"Well, I am a man with a strong sense of justice."
"We finally picked up a cool person." Fang whispers to Vanille who was facinated by the guest. "Our next guest is King Cold!"
Only one person clapped when a purple saiyan came onto the set and sat next to Aragorn in the green chair.
The audience were frozen in complete terror.
"How did we get him?" Vanille asked, a bit frightened of their guest.
"He, had a question for us and registered." Fang murmured back to her partner before directing her attention back to King Cold who was ready to fight with Aragorn. "So, Cold, can I call you that?"
"No."
"So, Cold. What brings you here today?" she asked.
"I have no obligation to tell you anything."
Crickets can be heard throughut the entire room. Again, that one audience member was clapping, Aragorn was debating whether the saiyan would cause harm to the two women, and Vanille clinged onto Fang.
"Your such a charmer." Fang kidded, finally getting a laugh out of the audience since he came. "And now our last guest of the night, Ariah!"
A girl appearing to be sixteen with short brown hair, wearing a white tank top with jeans pranced across the set to sit next to Vanille in the yellow chair.
"Hi," she greeted warmly, easing the tension in the room. "I'm so excited to be here. I love you guys."
"Oh, we love you too." Vanille told her thoughtlessly.
"How can you love her you just met her?" Fang asked, finding Vanille's personality adorable.
The redheaded pulsian just ignored her, "So, Ariah where are you from?"
"I'm from Gaia."
"Anything special about yourself?" Fang asked her.
"I wield a staff and a very good spellcaster and fighter." She said still feeling giddy at where she was now.
Fang looked back at the camera, "Now let's-"
Virga, their manager, ran into the blue chair that was next to Ariah and took her seat.
"Virga," Fang began, "what have I told you about being unseen and unheard?"
"Actually," Marluxia appeared behind the camera, "you told me that."
"Basically," Fang went on, "this is getting way too crowded. We only asked for three challengers and she-"
"Fang," Vanille took the pulsian's hand, "It's alright, she can sit here if she wants to."
"Fine," Fang cried in exasperation, "Aragorn your questions?"
"Has the fal'cie threat come to pass?" he asked with all his seriousness and authority.
"To be honest," Fang started off, "I believe that all is fine, for now. Temporarily, it may just be the beginning of a greater threat."
"Then you have my sword."
"Thank you!" Vanille once again was unthinkably polite. Fang and Aragorn exchanged a look before they continued with the show.
"Sir," Virga interupted Fang who was about to speak, "I just wanted to say I've been a big fan of your for the longest and after the show is it okay if you give me your autograph?"
"Virga," Fang warned, already peeved at her very prescence, "your acting highly unproffresional, and you barely even asked us to shake your hand when you first met us."
"Let's go to our next question." Vanille said.
Someone in the audience raised their hand.
"Do you have a question?" the redheaded pulsian asked.
"Hi," the man stood, "my name's Steve and my question is for both of you."
"Go ahead, shoot." Fang gestured for Steve to continue.
"Do you think of Sazh as a dad or a bestfriend?"
The two pulsian women conversed with one another, considering an answer.
"Well, he is like the most friendliest person in the group." Fang started off.
"But when we need him to be he is our party's daddy." Vanille finished with a smile, she then looked to the camera kissing her finger tips and pressing them onto the glass "We love you Sazh!"
The audience awed at Vanille's actions. Whether it was becasue of how genuine she was or just at Vanille herself.
"You like Sazh huh?" King Cold asked, wait what!
Vanille leaned away from the purple saiyan, still finding him a threat, but Fang was already used to his prescence. Probably because he's been sitting next to her all this time and hasn't lunged at her since.
"...yeah..." Fang answered wearily, not trusting his tone.
"Then, this time is best to ask my question. Vanille,"
A small eep from the redhead was his response.
"Did you know that Sazh got a good look at your behind?"
At first, nobody said nothing. As if him being on the show wasn't weird enough, the question sounded just plain foreign coming out of his mouth.
After a good thirty seconds it sunk in. "What!" Fang exclaimed, while Vanille looked outright confused.
"Wait, what do you mean?" she asked, "When did that happen?"
"While you were at the Vile Peaks with him and you were climbing up on that ledge and your skirt almost flipped up but the chocobo blocked his view but still got an eyeful." Virga babbled.
Fang and Vanille exchanged alook with a mixture of confusion, embaressment, and furiousness (okay Fang was the only one furious).
"Wait, would you even know that?" Fang asked.
"I have my sources." the manager answered mysteriously.
"That man's going to die!"
"My second question." King Cold continued, seeming pleased with the effect it had on the two pulsians. "How is your relationship with each other?"
The dark haired pulsian looked over to Vanille with so much sincerity it made the whole room silent.
"She is everything to me." Fang answered as Vanille began to blush. "She's my best friend, my sister, someone to protect, and lover all at once. I'll never find anyone else like her."
"Oh my," the red headed pulsian tried to keep her joyful tears at bay, "I feel the same way. I wouldn't be here today if I never met you."
The two embraced as the audience cheered.
Ariah slowly raised her hand, but the two were still emersed in each other. When she cleared her throat, Fang peeked over Vanille's shoulder.
"My question is when did you have your first kiss?" the brunette asked patiently waiting (actually she was enjoying watching them).
Vanille pulled away from Fang to tell the story. "I was fourteen years old, and I had already had the biggest crush on Fang. So I decided to confess my love to her. I had it all planned, but of course,"
The redhead faltered a bit as she locked eyes with Fang again. "I got lost in her eyes, and froze, and before you knew it I was babbling. Going on about how I liked her and how I felt, and pretty much make a fool out of myself."
The dark haired pulsian laughed at the memory then once again took in Vanille into her arms. "I found it so adorable and I couldn't control myself." she pecked Vanille on the lips which earned a whole uproar in the audience. "I kissed her to get her to stop talking, though that was only an excuse." She winked at the camera.
Aragorn and King Cold looked at each other, feeling awkward at their current situation. Why did they sign up again?
And Ariah and Virga were giggling about how adorable the two pulsians were together.
"Alright," Fang pulled Vanille off her as the audience's excitement died down. "Let's get serious, as much as I want to continue to love Vanille in public I think our guests are getting a bit bothered. Any more questions, Ariah?"
"This question is for Vanille." She said. "Have you ever killed a bear?"
Vanille's eyes widened before she sunk in her seat. "I didn't mean to." She mumbled.
"This is the first I've heard of it." Fang sat up in her seat. "Do tell."
The redheaded pulsian looked into the camera and mouthed a sorry. Probably for all the animal lovers. "In Oerba, we make our own clothing. We kill animals and skin them. That's a man's job." She paused as she tried to recollect her story, having been a long time. "My father took me to go find some wool and a bear happened to be nearby. I'm against killing but he was attacking my daddy. So ..." she shrugged, we kinda got the picture.
"Um, quick question, you know that fur cloth thing you wrap around your waist." Fang asked, "That wouldn't happen to be the same skin that belonged to the bear you killed."
"After the...incident, my dad took it home. And when I turned twelve he gave it...to...me..." Vanille's voice faltered as if she didn't realized it before.
The audience grew quiet.
Ariah rose her hand to break the silence. "One mroe question. Fang, would you like to kick Snow's butt with me?"
"After the show honey bunch." Fang replied. "Okay, time for the challenge!"
"This challenge," the announcer began, "we're going to play aeroball (AN: Same rules as blitzball from FFX)! On team purple is the arousing and seductive (she's making me say this people)-"
"Just continue with the introductions!" Fang's voice cut off the announcer.
"m-my apologies. Oerba Yun Fang. The Cold and Ruthless Saiyan, King Cold. And the beautiful mage, Ariah!" The Purple team waved at the camera (Except King Cold who crossed his arms and gave a menancing look).
"On the Orange team. We have the adorably chipper Oerba Dia Vanille. The mighty warrior of Middle Earth, Aragorn. And the manager Virga."
The camera shows Team Orange, Vanille waving at the camera while Aragorn gave a curt nod. "Hey!" Virga complained. "How come I didn't get a cool nickname. Who wrote this cr-"
The camera cut her off as the announcer's face finally showed. There stood, Vayne!
"Finally," Vayne sighed, "Some camera time. This note was supposed to be enforced by Virga, but since she is on the field, or technicaly speaking the sky, I'm explaining. If you love the FFX fandom, then you know what blitzball is. Well, the rules are all the same except instead of playing in water, their playing in the air. Why can they fly? Because it FINAL FANTASY YOU MOTHER F-"
Standby
The camera pans down to the field in the sky as "Otherworld" plays.
"Let the games begin!"
The game ball was silver and gold that seemed to circulate around the ball, giving it sort of like a forcefield look. It spun before blasting off into the air. Aragorn is the first person to catch the ball. He aviated toward the purple team's net until the captain of that team came in in defense.
The dark haired pulsian tried blocking his way from his target as King Cold got in the way.
"'ey! Satan Spawn move out of my way!" Fang spat. She attempted to move him out the way just as Aragorn came in for the shot. The ball soared through as the goalie, Toad attempted to block but missed terribly.
Team Purple: 0
Team Orange: 1
"We love you Aragorn!" The fanboys cheered as they body bumped each other.
The second round, Fang was given the ball and was heading to the opposite team, as Aragorn and Vanille blocked her way. She tries to pass the ball to Ariah who accidently fumbles it, which gets back to Aragorn. Ariah swore under her breath, not wanting to get Fang mad at her.
She and Fang attempted to retrieve the ball from the opposite team. But before they can reach him, he passes the ball to Virga.
"ROAR!" King Cold was flying towards her. When she saw the saiyan coming she ducked, and he missed. Pleasantly surprised that she was not killed she took the chance to pass the ball to Vanille who had been waving her arms for the passed thirty seconds.
The red headed pulsian knees the ball into the net, earning another point for the team.
Team Purple: 0
Team Orange: 2
Fang was once again given the ball. Aragorn and Vanille tagged team as the warrior charged at Fang, distracting her from the real threat. As she was trying to dodge him, Vanille snuck underneath her nose and snatched the ball right from under her arm.
Fang, a bit snipped that Vanille of all people got to the ball, was soaring after her, and the first thing Vanille did was pass it back to Aragorn, who caught it with ease.
Fang tries to get to Aragorn but King Cold of course got in the way again. The warrior knew his weak athletic ability, and smacked him in the face with the ball, staggering him, then hit the beautiful pulsian in her face, and charged the ball right into the net!
Team Purple: 0
Team Orange: 3
Time Out
On Team Orange, Vanille and Virga exchanged a high five while Aragorn had a small smirk on his face.
Fang called for a team meeting.
"First off, I will like to point out WE'RE LOSING!" she hollered, her competitivness getting the best of her.
"I'm sorry, Fang!" Ariah apologized, lowering her head in shame. The pulsian was going to chew her out for this, but realized how much she reminded her of Vanille. Well, she was the least of her prolems.
"You!" She pointed an accusing finger to King Cold.
"What?" He spat venomously.
"You are the worst aeroball player to have ever walked the land, flown the sky, and swam the waters."
"What did you say!" His voice was like an earthquake, which frightened Ariah to no end.
"I ain't scared of you!" Fang was already in his face, despite the height difference. "Read my lips: 'You are the worst aeroball player ever!'."
Time In
The game started and Fang catches the ball. Before she can even get turn around, Aragorn tackles her and retrieves the ball. Fang goes after him,but Aragorn shoots and makes the shot.
Team Purple: 0
Team Orange: 4
"WHAT THE F*** WE HAVE LIKE ONE MORE GAME LEFT IF THEY WIN AGAIN!" Fang complained as Ariah shrunk away from the woman, realizing she is actually going crazy.
The somewhat last round, Fang grabbed the ball, determined to win! But of course, Aragorn grabs the ball. And changing up the routine, passes it to Virga.
"GAAAGH!" King Cold hollered again, charging toward the short fifteen year old.
"Not again!" She cried as she quickly passed it to Vanille.
She was headed toward the net when she felt a hand grab her-
"AGH!" Vanille moaned as Fang grabbed the ball. She smirked, finding it handy to have known her special spot. But of course she was so interested in the noise Vanille was making that Aragorn was able to snatch it.
"I really hate that guy!" Fang complained, not even being able to enjoy her victory.
And of course, Aragorn makes the winning shot.
"NOOOOOOO!" Fang cried, angry that she had lost the game. "This is so unfair you cheated!"
"Fang!" Ariah tried to coaxed. "Calm down!"
"NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" She grabbed her lance and started chasing her two teammates.
Standby
AN: Yeah this was a bit random, but I love blitzball so much I wished it was a real game. In fact, me and my friends made it into a game only we couldn't hold our breaths underwater for hours on end so we had to do it on grass. It's like football/soccer. Maybe a little hockey.
*Hint*
Do you get scared easily?