GOOD. LORD.
this has taken so LONG!
I apologize to everyone reading this. it's been WAY over a year since i updated, yeah?
I haven't had much inspiration to write. And I haven't really been near KH (except for RE: Chain of memories, which came out beginning of December 2008) in a LONG time. I had all my files backed up on a memory card because I needed to delete a bunch of stuff because there wasn't really any memory left on my laptop (yeah, it's MY laptop now!), but i lost the memory card. I finally found it, and then transferred the files a little while ago, but i still haven't had any inspiration. (Peter has almost given up; he's currently snoozing over there. ((points to sleeping Peter)) i DO have another muse, by the way (i don't think i've introduced him, but i could be wrong. You'll be meeting him soon. but not now.)
ANYWAY, i was reading some fanfiction, but nothing was really appealing to me right now, and i suddenly thought, 'What about MY fanfiction? it's been a while since I updated, and I promised somewhat recently that i would get back to work.' So here I am. I located chapter ten of Master Will Burn and was astonished to find out that I created the document on December 10, 2007, was last updated on June 6, 2008, and has about half a page.
Also, most of that is one-or two- sentence paragraphs.
So here I am, late at night on March 4, 2009, begging for forgiveness. I know that you have a right to be angry, and if you want to "yell" at me in your review (i put it in quotations cause I can't really hear it), that's fine. also, i am sorry to inform you that this fic will be ending very shortly. Not only did I not really know where this was going when I started, but the vague plot i DID have was thrown away for a much more complex one, which I have since forgotten. (though i'm pretty sure that I had decided that the plot was too complex anyway.)
Peter: ((has obviously just woken up)) they don't care. get on with the damn story.
me: ((pout)) I will. just a sec.
Peter: you better. ff-kh-luvrgrl - who will probably soon be dead - does not own kingdom hearts, final fantasy, or anything else you recognize.
me: oh, crap! i just remembered, I have class tomorrow!
peter: ((ignores)) She doesn't even own me. the only thing she DOES own is this story.
me: and a t-shirt that says "it's only a flesh wound!!!"
peter: ((facepalm)) just don't sue, and enjoy the story - if it's any good, that is.
me: hey! ((glare)) and - because I missed writing these words, even if i'm mostly just forcing this thing out right now -
ON WITH THE FIC!!!!
THISISABREAKTHESTORYWILLNOWBEGINONCEAGAINIMVERYSORRY
Master Will Burn
Chapter 10
(BTW, i have edited past chapters. I changed some things around and made sure others made a heckuva lot more sense (did that phrase make any sense?) I suggest at least rereading chapter 8. I hope the story's a bit better!)
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(Seph's first captive POV... his identity will be revealed VERY soon, I promise)
Heh. My new shackles are MUCH weaker. They should be easier to break out of, although I'm also probably much weaker than I was when I first came here.
I'm gonna strangle Seph when I get outta here, and I don't care what it takes.
I have see him again...
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(Gip-gip's POV)
Hearing footsteps, I look up. Was Seph done with Buddy? He still hadn't used Baralai yet. I think he's waiting for me to misbehave so he can punish me by raping Baralai. The pysdynt. I hope he burns in hell.
I blink as a girl stops in front of my cell, a tray of food in each hand and a carton of apple juice being held between her arm and her body. She was about 5'7" ((A/N: or 1.7 m)), and had an olive skin tone. Her brown hair was cut in a short bob, which probably would've looked pretty boring normally, but looked quite cute on this girl.
"Who the hell are you?" She shoots me an annoyed look, then hands me a tray.
"You're welcome," she says sarcastically, then turns and hands Baralai his tray. I'm Lisa. I'm one of Sephiroth's fangirls. Kinda."
"Kinda?" Lai asks, confused. Hell, I'm pretty vilgehk confused too. But that's not exactly a rare occurrence.
"Well, I was when I came here," she replies, then looks around to make sure we're alone before continuing, "but shortly after I got here, I realized what a jerk he really is, and he's not hot enough to make up for that. Actually, I don't think anyone is hot enough to make up for that."
I chuckle. "Well, not everyone agrees with that, unfortunately." She looks at me in confusion for a moment before understanding dawns.
...How does understanding dawn? Can it set, too? Whoops, back to present. She's talking.
"Oh, you mean Ammea? I'm pretty sure she's the only other one allowed down here so far. We've both been here a while, so we're both trusted a bit more. Anyway, she's stuck on thinking that, as she's kinda mad that she left home. Her sister used to watch out for her all the time, and she told Ammea not to come, but Ammea didn't listen."
"Well, why not just leave then?" I mean, really. Why stay with the "Vilgehk ajem pycdynt vnus Ramm" if you could leave?
"Well, we were afraid that he would get mad. Which is very bad. One girl left right after we got here, and Sephiroth went berserk and killed her and her boyfriend. Of course, her boyfriend was someone she had just helped escape from Sephiroth's clutches, so that might have something to do with it..."
Ah. That's why.
"Vilg! This guy is nuts!" Lisa gave me a quizzical look.
"Vilg? What does that mean?"
"Vilg means fuck," I replied, and she gave me a half-surprised, half-amused look.
"Gippal..." Baralai said, probably to try to get me to stop. He thinks I like teaching people how to cuss and get away with it too much. That's totally not true; I'm just completely willing to teach it. Everyone else just wants to be able to cuss without getting in trouble.
"It's Al Bhed. Al Bhed is pretty much like English, except you replace one letter with a different one. Kinda like a code, only better. Wanna learn it?"
"Gippal..." Baralai sighed, likely in exasperation. He's cute when he's exasperated.
What the hell am I saying?! He's cute all the time!
"Sure!" Lisa replied, sitting down.
"Now, the grammatical rules are all the same. The easiest way to memorize it is memorize some words, then use the letters in those to spell out others..."
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(Roxas POV)
Zexion is finally responding to the healing crap, which makes Tifa very happy. A happy Tifa is a good Tifa, I have learned. Just don't piss her off. Seifer pissed her off the other day. Leon had to convince Yuffie to heal Seifer's shoulder, which had been cut and bruised from being bombarded with sharp, pointy objects and heavy, blunt items. Pretty smart, though, to make sure he took the rest of the damage on the already injured side (Tifa punched his shoulder pretty hard) so that there was less to heal. At least, that's how I see it.
Leon just berated him for being stupid enough to make a comment like that to Tifa. I'm not exactly sure what Seifer said, unfortunately.
"Roxas!"
"Go away, Axel; Zexion's sleeping." Of course, Axel ignores this and glomps me, tipping the chair over backwards with a loud THUD.
"AXEL, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT AND STAY OUT!!!!"
Wow, Zexion sure can yell. For a quiet person, he has a REAAAAALLY loud yelling voice.
"Aww, c'mon, Zex-"
"AXEL!" All three of us freeze, the sound of Tifa storming closer terrifying all of us.
Within three seconds, Axel is gone. I shoot a pleading look at Zexion, and he sighs, nodding his head after a second.
BAM
Zexion and I both wince as Tifa deems it necessary to kick the door open and then onto the floor. We are somewhat huddling together in a corner in fear- er, for protection. Well... something like that.
She draws another breath to resume screaming, but then stops.
"...Where's Axel?" She asks in an eerily calm way. I feel like hiding under the bed.
"I woke up and thought I saw him," Zexion says, eyeing her warily. "I yelled before I realized it was my imagination."
"...then why is the chair on its back?"
"...you can be scary?" I offer hopefully. She thinks a moment, then nods, accepting this.
"You should get back in bed, Zexion. Have a good day, boys!" she says happily, practically skipping out of the room.
"Scary," Zexion comments after a moment.
"...yeah." She's like a mix between Larxene and Ollette. Only with super-strength.
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(Axel POV)
Ooh, close one. But I'm okay! AND, I still have a little bit of Yuffie's chocolate stash left! (How she managed to get this much chocolate in such a short amount of time, I will never know. I'm not even sure I want to know.)
WAITAMINUTE. YUFFIE!!! SHE'LL play with me!
...if she won't I could always torture her for fun. I'm sure Seifer would love to help me. We can get Leon to distract Tifa!
Or Zexion. Everyone except Seifer, Zexion, and I seems to be immune to Yuffie.
I'm sure Larxene would find her to be an excellent torture device. Er, method of torture. Or whatever it's called.
I run into the room. GASP!
STAR WARS!!!!
And - even better - Lukie is apparently impressive. Most impressive.
And Han has been stuck into a stone. Haha. That's funny.
At least, when you've had about 37 king-sized Hershey bars, it is.
I wonder what a Wookie would look like if you shaved it.
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(Cloud POV)
Well, I feel better now. Didn't want to dream about that, though. It's not that I hate that memory - he's in it, so how could I hate it? - but it's an awful memory and I hate thinking about it, much less reliving it in a dream.
Hmm... Seifer seems to be busy watching tv with Leon and Yuffie, so I don't have to worry about them, and Roxas is watching Zexion. Also, from what I've heard, Axel is stalking Roxas (again) and Tifa is on her way in there to beat the crap out of Axel. That should keep everyone occupied for a little while. Well, I hope so, anyway.
That means I can probably get my sword and sneak away to practice a bit without anybody noticing me le--
"CLOUD STRIFE!!!"
Dammit. It's Tifa. I'm doomed.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! YOU SHOULD BE RESTING! YOU WERE PRACTICALLY KILLED THE OTHER DAY! YOU NEED TO REGAIN YOUR HEALTH AND THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN IF YOU'RE SNEAKING AROUND!"
Most of the others - Roxas and Zexion excluded - seem to have abandoned the tv (Axel was watching with the others - which is why Tifa isn't killing him. it musta been a false alarm.) in favor of watching Tifa scream at me. I have to admit, if it wasn't me she was yelling at, I probably would be watching, too, though I would probably try to hide that little fact. Leon is glaring at me with his arm crossed. Great.
"Y'know, he has been stuck in that bed for a while, and he looks fine to me." All heads - two glaring, most likely - snap to the speaker. Tifa's probably giving him that "you-interrupted-me-so-now-I'm-going-to-kill-you" glare, but since I can't see her face, I'm not sure. Undaunted, Seifer continues, "C'mon, Squall, he's been cooped up here for a while now, and you know he heals faster than most people. You probably would've been trying to sneak out before you were completely healed to go get revenge. I think it'd be fine to let him practice a little, don't you?"
Ah, that's how he was able to keep from cowering away in fear; he focused completely on Leon and ignored Tifa altogether. (though I don't think anyone's ever done that before...) Even better, Leon seems to be considering what Seifer just said. YES!
After a moment, Leon turns to Tifa. "Seifer has a point. I kinda agree with him. Cloud should be fine by now, so we should let him practice a bit." Inside, I'm doing a happy victory dance that would put Yuffie's most hyper one to shame. Of course, I don't show this on the outside at all, but I'm still doing it internally. I have to remember to thank Seifer later. In a not-so-obvious way, of course. Though right now I'm so happy that I feel like I could kiss him. Well, maybe a hug.
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me: ((pouts)) peter stole my chocolate. ((glares))
peter: ((looks nervous)) i'm sorry?
me: WHY IS THAT A QUESTION?! ((sigh)) anyways, sorry about the wait. Also, I was going to make the chapter longer, but I decided to cut it off right here so that I can upload it sooner. I'll probably also upload chapter three of the MWB parody, though it's not exactly a chapter.
well, it's early afternoon on March 7, 2009, and I'm late for a basketball game I promised I would go to. It's probably almost half over, so i'll upload this later.
oh! and this chap is dedicated to all of you, because i'm so sorry about the wait. Also, I seem to have gotten myself back into a KH-mode (where I obsess about KH a bit), and while it's not as big as it used to be, I think i'll be able to get the next chapter out within two weeks for sure. (i think i'll be able to get it out within a week, but i have two big tests within the next three days, and I know that if I say a week, i probably won't make it. don't ask me why, i'm just weird.)
Love ya all, and see ya soon!
p.s. - Seka-chan! you're in this chapter! thanks again for actually submitting the description! (no one else wanted to be in this fic, apparently)