TO THE GIRL WHO'S GOT IT ALL
Chapter. 8
"You smell awful, d'you
know that?"
They were sneaking carefully
down the street, staying
as close to the house-walls
as possible.
Still there were no sign of
the 'maniacs', Zidane couldn't
really come up with a better
name for them, so he kept
refering to them as 'the maniacs'.
Teema was far from heavy, and
he carried her easily in his
arms. Even though he felt bad
for carrying another girl than
Dagger, he realised that he
would've felt just as bad if
he'd merely left Teema alone in
the wrecked building they'd fell
into.Trough the roof...
Unfortunately, Zidane had landed
straight in a large bucket of beer.
He smelled like he'd been drinking,
even though he hadn't, and he was
carrying a strange girl in his arms.
Boy, if Dagger had seen him now...
"Where are we going?" asked Teema.
Zidane shrugged. Then he realised
that this movement probably caused
the girl quite a lot of pain, and he
quickly relaxed his shoulders.
"Er... I dunno. We could go... No,
wait, we couldn't. Look, I'll come up
with something if you'll just tell me
what it is that I'm protecting."
He was, of course, refering to the
orb. He'd been so sure it was a
wishing orb.... Whatever it was, it
could lift things, anyway.
Teema laughed. She always laughed
when he asked about the orb.
"OK, but I'm warning you, you will
be quite disapointed...."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Well, like I told you, I was saved
by this guy... Kuja, remember?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Well, he was working for the queen,
he told me. Not queen Garnet, tough,
but her mother, queen Brahne. And he
told me that he used to be in the
castle quite often."
Zidane frowned slightly. What did this
have to do with anything?
"Anyway," Teema continued, "he was
holding it when I first saw him."
"Yeah, and...?!"
"I was a thief back then, so of
course I started to ask questions
about it. You know, how much it
was worth, and things like that.
He told me that it came from the
castle of Alexandria, it had
belonged to queen Brahne herself.
He'd been so fascinated by it,
he told me. So he stole it. And
now he was planning to sell it
at the auction-house."
Zidane heaved a sigh. "What does
this have to with anything? Just,
please, tell me what it is!"
"Ok, you don't have to get mad...
It's a.... it's actually a..."
"Yes? Yes? What is it?"
They had stopped walking, and sat
down on a bench between some flowers.
Suddenly, a voice, a familiar voice
by now, sounded trough the silence
of the night....
"I can see them! TAKE THEM! NOW!"
Zidane shot up from his spot on the
bench, and even ran a few steps before
he remembered Teema. He got back and
reached out to lift her up.
Just as he touched her, he felt someone
lay a cold, firm hand on his shoulder,
and a rather unfriendly voice whisper,
"gotcha!"
Zidane turned slowly around. It was the
tall, coloured one.... Again.
"Will you give me the device, now?"
he asked, obviously struggling to
keep his voice as serious as possible.
Zidane saw the murderuos glimpt in his
eyes, anyway....
"No! Sheez, what part of 'no' do
you fail to understand?!"
He reached for his daggers. This time
he would strike back, this time he was
ready. He had already forgotten all
about the orb.
Five more guys appeared out of the
shadows. They created a circle
around him, their katanas directed at
his throat. The sleek blond one
stepped forward. "Giff me the device!"
he demanded.
Zidane shook his head, "no! It's for
my girlfriend!"
"It belongs to me!" said the sleek blond.
"Not anymore!" Zidane shot back. And as
he said so, he kicked the closest guy
in the guts and did a cartwheel over him.
"Take him you dimwits! NOW!"
Zidane laughed and ran quickly towards
the bridge separating the castle of
Alexandria from the rest of the city.
The maniacs, of course, ran after him.
Well, it was better that way. It would've
been slightly worse if they'd taken
Teema hostage, like they should've done.
This only proved to Zidane that they were
nothing but rookies.
He had no such thing as a plan. He
merely ran, enjoying the wild chase.
Oh yeah, he loved it when mad people
ran after him! Just like the old days!
Suddenly, he realised that the maniacs
behind him had stopped. He rubbed the
back of his head and raised an eye-brow,
feeling rather puzzled. Why had they
stopped?
He shrugged and approached them carefully.
They were standing in a circle, looking at
whatever it was that was in the middle of
it. Hmm.... how very strange....!
Zidane got down and peeked between their
legs. A moogle was standing at the very
center of the circle. He was saying
something, Zidane couldn't quite make it
out. What he did realise, however, was
that something was wrong.
The moogle looked slightly worried and
was speaking very quickly.
The sleek blond shook his head slowly
in disbelief, the red-head looked somewhat
dumb-struck and the tall, coloured one
kept hitting himself on his forehead.
Being the curious person he was, Zidane
crept closer to the group. He coughed
to clean his voice before asking,
"umh... s'cuse me but... whassup? Why
did you stop all of a sudden?"
He knew, of course, how silly he was
to do such a thing, but curiousity
had once again gotten the better of him.
The red-head sighed slowly. "Well, it's
like this... we've been chasing you
half-way 'round this city now, right?
Wanna know what for?"
"Uh-huh."
"Nothing! This 'device' has been replaced
by a slightly modified version and is
no longer needed...."
Zidane shrugged, "so... I get to keep it
then?"
"Yup. I guess we won't need it anymore."
As Zidane was about to leave, he suddenly
remembered something and turned around
again. He took the orb out of his
pocket and held it up in his hand.
"One more question though," he said with
a thoughtful expression on his face.
This time, it was the sleek blond who
answered, "and vot is zat?"
"Well, since you don't need it anymore,
would you mind telling me what it is?"
"You don't know?!"
"If I knew, d'ya think I'd ask?"
"I guess not. Well, honestly, it's
quite obvious isn't it?"
Zidane sighed, why couldn't anyone just
tell him what this damned thing was?!
Was it really THAT hard?!
The sleek blond laughed, "you'll find
out soon enough, you vil. When you tink
about it, it has only one function."
And with that, they all turned and walked
away, leaving Zidane by the bridge, more
confused now than ever before.
When he got back to the bench where he'd
left Teema, he found her standing on her
feet.
"I can walk," she said, merely stating
the obvious. "I can see that," Zidane
said, also stating the obvious.
"Do you want me to walk you home?"
he asked. She shook her head, "no.
Never mind, I'll be fine. Thanks for
a rather... er... 'special' evening."
She laughed and gave him a hug.
Rather unsteadily, she walked away, and
disappeared into the shadows.
"Goodbye Teema!" he called after her.
"Bye Zidane! See you someday, I guess."
Zidane sat down on the bench. He felt
so strange. All this things had happened
so quickly, but they had disappeared just
as quickly. Suddenly, the maniacs had
aborted the mission, Teema could walk
again, and had walked straight out of his
life... All in less than ten minutes!
What a day...!
He sighed and took up the orb once more.
He still didn't know what it was. But
it didn't matter anymore. It was his!
Finally, it belonged to him again!
And he still intended to give it to
Dagger. Tonight! He decided to do it
already tonight. He hadn't gone trough
all this trouble for nothing. He wanted
to see the expression on her beautiful
face as soon as possible.
He put it down into his pocket, got heavily
to his feet, and started to walk towards the
castle.
[Authors note: I know this chapter was kind of
disapointing, I hope you're not mad at me...
Keep on reading, cuz the big secret will be revealed
in the next chapter....! That's a promise ^_^]
Chapter. 8
"You smell awful, d'you
know that?"
They were sneaking carefully
down the street, staying
as close to the house-walls
as possible.
Still there were no sign of
the 'maniacs', Zidane couldn't
really come up with a better
name for them, so he kept
refering to them as 'the maniacs'.
Teema was far from heavy, and
he carried her easily in his
arms. Even though he felt bad
for carrying another girl than
Dagger, he realised that he
would've felt just as bad if
he'd merely left Teema alone in
the wrecked building they'd fell
into.Trough the roof...
Unfortunately, Zidane had landed
straight in a large bucket of beer.
He smelled like he'd been drinking,
even though he hadn't, and he was
carrying a strange girl in his arms.
Boy, if Dagger had seen him now...
"Where are we going?" asked Teema.
Zidane shrugged. Then he realised
that this movement probably caused
the girl quite a lot of pain, and he
quickly relaxed his shoulders.
"Er... I dunno. We could go... No,
wait, we couldn't. Look, I'll come up
with something if you'll just tell me
what it is that I'm protecting."
He was, of course, refering to the
orb. He'd been so sure it was a
wishing orb.... Whatever it was, it
could lift things, anyway.
Teema laughed. She always laughed
when he asked about the orb.
"OK, but I'm warning you, you will
be quite disapointed...."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Well, like I told you, I was saved
by this guy... Kuja, remember?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Well, he was working for the queen,
he told me. Not queen Garnet, tough,
but her mother, queen Brahne. And he
told me that he used to be in the
castle quite often."
Zidane frowned slightly. What did this
have to do with anything?
"Anyway," Teema continued, "he was
holding it when I first saw him."
"Yeah, and...?!"
"I was a thief back then, so of
course I started to ask questions
about it. You know, how much it
was worth, and things like that.
He told me that it came from the
castle of Alexandria, it had
belonged to queen Brahne herself.
He'd been so fascinated by it,
he told me. So he stole it. And
now he was planning to sell it
at the auction-house."
Zidane heaved a sigh. "What does
this have to with anything? Just,
please, tell me what it is!"
"Ok, you don't have to get mad...
It's a.... it's actually a..."
"Yes? Yes? What is it?"
They had stopped walking, and sat
down on a bench between some flowers.
Suddenly, a voice, a familiar voice
by now, sounded trough the silence
of the night....
"I can see them! TAKE THEM! NOW!"
Zidane shot up from his spot on the
bench, and even ran a few steps before
he remembered Teema. He got back and
reached out to lift her up.
Just as he touched her, he felt someone
lay a cold, firm hand on his shoulder,
and a rather unfriendly voice whisper,
"gotcha!"
Zidane turned slowly around. It was the
tall, coloured one.... Again.
"Will you give me the device, now?"
he asked, obviously struggling to
keep his voice as serious as possible.
Zidane saw the murderuos glimpt in his
eyes, anyway....
"No! Sheez, what part of 'no' do
you fail to understand?!"
He reached for his daggers. This time
he would strike back, this time he was
ready. He had already forgotten all
about the orb.
Five more guys appeared out of the
shadows. They created a circle
around him, their katanas directed at
his throat. The sleek blond one
stepped forward. "Giff me the device!"
he demanded.
Zidane shook his head, "no! It's for
my girlfriend!"
"It belongs to me!" said the sleek blond.
"Not anymore!" Zidane shot back. And as
he said so, he kicked the closest guy
in the guts and did a cartwheel over him.
"Take him you dimwits! NOW!"
Zidane laughed and ran quickly towards
the bridge separating the castle of
Alexandria from the rest of the city.
The maniacs, of course, ran after him.
Well, it was better that way. It would've
been slightly worse if they'd taken
Teema hostage, like they should've done.
This only proved to Zidane that they were
nothing but rookies.
He had no such thing as a plan. He
merely ran, enjoying the wild chase.
Oh yeah, he loved it when mad people
ran after him! Just like the old days!
Suddenly, he realised that the maniacs
behind him had stopped. He rubbed the
back of his head and raised an eye-brow,
feeling rather puzzled. Why had they
stopped?
He shrugged and approached them carefully.
They were standing in a circle, looking at
whatever it was that was in the middle of
it. Hmm.... how very strange....!
Zidane got down and peeked between their
legs. A moogle was standing at the very
center of the circle. He was saying
something, Zidane couldn't quite make it
out. What he did realise, however, was
that something was wrong.
The moogle looked slightly worried and
was speaking very quickly.
The sleek blond shook his head slowly
in disbelief, the red-head looked somewhat
dumb-struck and the tall, coloured one
kept hitting himself on his forehead.
Being the curious person he was, Zidane
crept closer to the group. He coughed
to clean his voice before asking,
"umh... s'cuse me but... whassup? Why
did you stop all of a sudden?"
He knew, of course, how silly he was
to do such a thing, but curiousity
had once again gotten the better of him.
The red-head sighed slowly. "Well, it's
like this... we've been chasing you
half-way 'round this city now, right?
Wanna know what for?"
"Uh-huh."
"Nothing! This 'device' has been replaced
by a slightly modified version and is
no longer needed...."
Zidane shrugged, "so... I get to keep it
then?"
"Yup. I guess we won't need it anymore."
As Zidane was about to leave, he suddenly
remembered something and turned around
again. He took the orb out of his
pocket and held it up in his hand.
"One more question though," he said with
a thoughtful expression on his face.
This time, it was the sleek blond who
answered, "and vot is zat?"
"Well, since you don't need it anymore,
would you mind telling me what it is?"
"You don't know?!"
"If I knew, d'ya think I'd ask?"
"I guess not. Well, honestly, it's
quite obvious isn't it?"
Zidane sighed, why couldn't anyone just
tell him what this damned thing was?!
Was it really THAT hard?!
The sleek blond laughed, "you'll find
out soon enough, you vil. When you tink
about it, it has only one function."
And with that, they all turned and walked
away, leaving Zidane by the bridge, more
confused now than ever before.
When he got back to the bench where he'd
left Teema, he found her standing on her
feet.
"I can walk," she said, merely stating
the obvious. "I can see that," Zidane
said, also stating the obvious.
"Do you want me to walk you home?"
he asked. She shook her head, "no.
Never mind, I'll be fine. Thanks for
a rather... er... 'special' evening."
She laughed and gave him a hug.
Rather unsteadily, she walked away, and
disappeared into the shadows.
"Goodbye Teema!" he called after her.
"Bye Zidane! See you someday, I guess."
Zidane sat down on the bench. He felt
so strange. All this things had happened
so quickly, but they had disappeared just
as quickly. Suddenly, the maniacs had
aborted the mission, Teema could walk
again, and had walked straight out of his
life... All in less than ten minutes!
What a day...!
He sighed and took up the orb once more.
He still didn't know what it was. But
it didn't matter anymore. It was his!
Finally, it belonged to him again!
And he still intended to give it to
Dagger. Tonight! He decided to do it
already tonight. He hadn't gone trough
all this trouble for nothing. He wanted
to see the expression on her beautiful
face as soon as possible.
He put it down into his pocket, got heavily
to his feet, and started to walk towards the
castle.
[Authors note: I know this chapter was kind of
disapointing, I hope you're not mad at me...
Keep on reading, cuz the big secret will be revealed
in the next chapter....! That's a promise ^_^]
