TO THE GIRL WHO'S GOT IT ALL


Chapter. 3

Zidane leaned his back against the wall. Stared at
the orb again. It was so incredibly beautiful! He
wondered what it could be. Perhaps it was an Eidolon?
Somhow, he didn't really think the orb had been made
just for fun. That it was just for decoration.
There was something about it...
This was obviously the day for great luck! He had
found a unique gift for Dagger, and managed to order
a beer without even paying for it. He wondered if the
waitress was really that naive, or if it was just
because he was so handsome. He liked to think it was
because he was so good-looking. Perhaps she had
recognised him as the queen's boyfriend and feared that
he would hang her if she didn't obey his orders?
He grinned to himself as he thought about it. Imagined
a world where every girl would fullfill his every
wish....! But then again, who needed other girls when
you had Dagger? Suddenly, a shadow fell over him. He
raised his head to look at the owner. It belonged to
a rather tall, coloured man dressed in black. He
was hovering above the youth, looking scepticaly down
on him. Zidane would've dearly loved to ask what he
was staring at, but decided not to. This man didn't
look too friendly...!
"May I have a look at that, young man?"
he asked in a dry, low-pitched voice. Zidane frowned.
"Why?"
"Because I would like to have a look at it."
"So I heard, but why do you want to look at it?"
"Just give it to me, and no one will get hurt."
Zidane started to get annoyed. What was wrong with this
guy?
"Hurt, huh? Well sorry, but it's mine. It's a gift for
my girlfriend. Too bad! Buy your own!"
"I do not think you are aware of what you are holding
there, my young friend. You would do wisely giving it
to me."
"Sheez! Wat's your problem?! I don't want to give it to
you! What part of: 'it's mine', do you fail to
understand?!"
"Do not force me to take it by power!"
"Oh, yeah?! Bring it on!"
Zidane jumped to his feet, clenching his fists. Usually
he wasn't this hot-headed, but he'd had a long, tiresome
day and he was both tired and easily annoyed. The man
stepped backwards, almost tripping over a chair.
Before they could do much, three waitresses appeared.
"Please, calm down! No fighting inside the pub!"
They were shoved gently, yet firmly outside.
"Aww great!" Zidane muttered. But if he was hoping to
be left alone, he was very wrong. The man didn't give
up that easily!
"Young man, I advice you to give me the device you are
holding right away!"
Zidane sighed slowly, "no."
Suddenly, the door to the pub swung open again, and
four men came out. They were dressed like the coloured
annoying man, and were obviously his friends.
"He refuse to give us the device,"
said the coloured one. A man with sleek blond hair
stepped forward.
"Vel, then vot are ve vaiting for? Take it!"
Zidane's eyes widened in surprise. Suddenly, five men
were approaching him, preparing to attack! This was not
good! They were all armed with long katana's, and that was
a weapon even he's daggers didn't stand a chance against.
For probably the first time in his life, Zidane felt like
running away from a battle.
But he wasn't stupid. He might be able to outsmart them,
then run like hell! Yeah, that was a good plan.
The men had began to form a circle, their katana's raised
and ready to strike. Suddenly, Zidane raised his hand
with his palm turned out. The man stopped, quite puzzled
by the unexpected move.
"I might concider giving you the...er... device,"
he said, "if you tell me why you want it so badly."
"I am afraid we cannot do that," said the coloured man.
"Then I won't give it to ya!"
They merely shrugged and raised their katana's again.
"No wait! Stop!"
They stopped again, and sighed impasionatly.
Zidane tried to come up with something fast.
"I... er... I'm... I'm the king of Alexandria!"
It was the first thing that came to his mind.
"Yes? And why would that interest us?"
asked a young, red-head. "You may keep your title, as long
as you give us your orb."
OK, so that didn't work. Not that he had really believed
it either. But still, one idea shorter.
"My brother will kick your ass!"
he said, on a sudden impulse. If he hadn't been in such a
difficult situation, he would've laughed. He could clearly
imagine Kuja fighting these guys...! He'd probably win
though. Well, there was only one choice left...
Run like hell!
He spun around, dodged an incoming blow from the sleek,
blond and bolted down the street. Unfortunatly in the
opposite direction of the castle. Even more unfortunate,
the maniacs with the katana's were following him!
And boy, could they run! They were faster than him, but
escaping was one of his specials. No one could get away
like he could! After all, he'd done it for a living.
He ran in trough the first door he could find, not quite
sure where he would end up. Not that he cared.
He came into the living room of an ordinary apartement.
Lucky for him no one was there. He spotted a window,
pulled it open and jumped out wothout thinking the matter
trough. Still, he was clenching the orb in his fist.




[Authors note: None you have guessed right about the orb
yet ^_^ Although some of you are pretty close...! Hope
you still enjoy reading it, cuz I really do enjoy writing
it! Thanx for all the reviews! I really aprechiate it.]