Zidane+power=badbadbad

Zidane+power=badbadbad!! Part 3:

*Garnet wanders around the palace aimlessly in a dirty nightgown, picking up things that people dropped on the floor. Her hair is tangled and disheveled and she is only wearing one slipper, the other foot is bare. She finds a small metal button and puts it up to a lamp admiring the glimmer.*

Garnet: Ooh! Shiny!

*Someone knocks the button out of Garnet's hand. Garnet starts to cry.*

Zidane: Knock that out! What are you doing wandering around here this late at night?

Garnet: *sniff* My pretty button...

Zidane: Tell me! How did you get out of your room?

*Garnet stares at Zidane stupidly for several minutes, then she puts her small hand on Zidane's*

Garnet: You have big hands!

*Zidane pushes Garnet away from him in disgust*

Zidane: How did you become so stupid that you cannot answer a single question!? I would have you killed, but technically, you are still the queen!

Voice: Zidane! Don't you get any closer to her!

Garnet: Daddy!!

Cid: No honey, I'm not your father. *turns to Zidane* I knew you were going to be trouble! I should never have agreed to let you take guardianship of her after the treatment!

Zidane: Oh? Then who would have run Alexandria? YOU I suppose?

Cid: At least I would know HOW to run a country!

Zidane: Are you saying I'm a bad leader? Is that what you're saying!!?

Cid: You don't even come from any noble line! You came from some backward planet that I've never heard of... Ouch! What was that!?

*Garnet starts poking Cid with a pin she pulled out of the carpet.*

Cid: *annoyed* STOP IT.

Zidane: *glares at Cid* No Garnet, you're doing something right for a change.

*Garnet giggles and then starts poking Zidane with the same needle.*

Zidane: Hey! That hurt!

*Zidane gets ready to hit Garnet*

Cid: DON'T TOUCH HER!

*Garnet returns to poking Cid*

Cid: *In rage* QUIT POKING ME!

*Garnet continues to poke Cid, and Cid turns around and slaps Garnet. Garnet looks stupefied and sits on the ground and starts bawling. A group of guards come rushing to her aide.*

Guard #1: What's going on here?

Zidane: REGENT Cid, just hit your queen.

Guard #2: Did you?

Cid: *nods sadly*

Zidane: That kind of behavior is not very good diplomacy! Guards, take him under custody and declare war on Lindblum. If they don't surrender, we may have to have him executed *glances over at Cid* or maybe we will just execute him anyway.

Guards: Yes Sir!

*The gaurds run off, but Zidane runs after one of them and catches her by the arm.*

Zidane: Hold on a sec!

Guard #3: Yes?

Zidane: Uh, while you're locking up Cid, do you think you could maybe ask Quina to make me up a couple of batches of potato salad?

Guard #3: Uh... I suppose. Uh, Sir? Are you feeling well, your complexion is starting to look rather green.

Zidane: I'll be alright. You just worry about that potato salad okay, hun? Oh, and when you have it, just bring it up to my quarters and knock on the door a couple of times. Make sure you're wearing something comfortable *winks*.

Guard #3: Okay...

To be continued!