AN: Helloooo!!! (Ashley-chan: my friend is called "SpazSailor" not SailorSpaz, to answer your question. I know SpazS. in real life-we go to school together.) The not-so-long-awaited Chapter 2! Yay. Alright, I still don't own Kuzco, Kronk, or any other characters from the ENG movie. I do, however, own Llana, Chel, Jzni, and any other characters you can't recall seeing in the movie. *&.^*
(Real quick-I saw ENG again! Saw it on 12/16/00, and yesterday, 1/04/01! Yay!)
('Nother Real Quick Thing: To person who left no name in their review = the spinach puffs-comment at the beginning was a reference to Yzma's harsh insult about them, which made poor Kronk sad….*sniffles*)
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Never Said Love
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Part 2
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Kids and an Evil Guy
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The sun burned over the horizon, the fiery hues lovely and welcomed by all…except for one.
"Kazooooooo! Get your lazy rear in gear!"
Kuzco threw an arm over his face and whined, pitifully, "But I wanna sle~ep!" When there was no reply, he smiled contentedly.
And then Chel threw the bedroom door open.
Tossing a red poncho and white breeches at him, she unshuttered the window and gave him a very evil look. Swallowing quickly, he smiled weakly and motioned for her to leave. Soundlessly, she did so.
Promptly, he fell back to sleep.
The process repeated itself.
"So, WHY are we going all the way DOWN the hill?"
Llana smiled sweetly, patting Kuzco's back, earning herself a "NO TOUCHING!" and a snort from Chel suspiciously similar to laughter. The group of three were walking quickly down a trodden dirt-path, Chel leading the way with a staff and Llana explaining dutifully what their mission was.
"Every week, Linyk has to visit the doctor-man 'cause he's her father and we repair her house, watch her kids, and make sure she's got all her medicines in alphabetical order."
Eyebrows were raised.
"Why alphabetical order?"
"Oh, I like alphabetizing things," Llana replied cheerfully, her face oblivious and carefree. Another suspicious snort came from Chel, who had dropped her pace a bit. "Since Llana's a perfectionist for medicinal objects, and I do all the physical labor…you get the kids," the smaller of the two girls stage-whispered as they stopped in front of a modest hut at the bottom of the hill and Kuzco made an 'ah' sound.
"What are the kids like, anywaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Five little girls poured out of the hut, swarming around the trio, chattering excitedly.
The shortest, a girl only three years of age, stared up in awe at the tall young man, fingertip resting on her lower lip. "That's Kika," Llana informed 'Kazoo' affectionately, tussling the girl's soft black hair. Kika smiled broadly, still silent, but obviously happy to meet him. Another one of the girls, about seven and looking very snobbish, eyed him critically.
"He seems to be unused to physical exertion and thusly is not a suitable playmate," she sniffed, tossing her long, raven-dark hair. Kika gave her older sister a mean look, then hugged Kuzco about his shins happily. "And that's Zecha," Chel sighed, rolling her eyes in an exasperated manner Kuzco hadn't seen before.
A tall, stressed woman emerged from the bowels of the door, scolding the yelling, chattering children. The three-year old hugging Kuzco switched her attention to her mother, eyes large and innocent. "Chel, Llana…whoever you are…I'm taking three of the girls with me, after the last incident-" Kuzco got a strange feeling that 'fiasco' was a better term; "I think that leaving only Kika and Zecha with you would be wisest."
Inwardly, he exhaled in relief as three of the girls-unfortunately not including the brat with her nose literally stuck up in the air-groaned and made sad sounds, reluctantly following Linyk up the path. Immediately, Zecha examined Kuzco again whilst Llana and Chel discreetly made their get-away.
Kika wasn't going to be a problem…Zecha was.
"How is my plan going?" a high-pitched voice hissed and Jzni smirked with pride.
"Perfectly. All witnesses to the…*unfortunate*…beating and removal of Kuzco are tied up and awaiting death. They're in the dungeon as I speak."
"Exxxxcellent…," the voice purred and a tiny kitten with blue-purple fur and slitted eyes slunk out of the shadows. "Everything is going perrrrfectly." Jzni began obediently chortling. Shooting him a disgusted glare, Yzma growled, "That wasn't a joke, you fool." He instantly stopped laughing, ears turning red with embarrassment. Rolling her eyes in disgust, Yzma momentarily missed the slightly-smarter Kronk. Momentarily.
Speaking of Kronk…
"So, you're saying Kuzco's new advisor is actually following Yzma Cat's orders, she had him use a bribed guard to knock him out, they took him out far, far into the jungle and dumped him off there, and now Yzma's going to make a potion using a strand of Kuzco's hair that will make Jzni look like the emperor?"
Bucky thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously. Kronk made a thoughtful noise, rubbing his chin with an oven mitt-covered hand.
Squeaking energetically and with great fervor, the small squirrel made hand motions to accompany his 'words' from his perch on top of the muscular man's head. "You think we should find the emperor?"
Bucky clucked a yes.
"Oooookay, then, off we go."
Squeak-squeak squeakity squeaker squeaken.
"Riiiiiight. Find out where they took him first."
Pause.
"Or we could just go look at a random village and hope the plot device works out in our favor," suggested Kronk. Bucky pondered this, then shrugged his tiny shoulders.
"Therefore, it is my personal belief that any and all empires existing today will fall before a more-democratic oriented world in the far or near future. In that strain of thought, we should find our current political reign both obsolete and insecure in the event that a democratic country should perchance spring up within our own beloved land," Zecha finished dramatically, waiting expectantly for comments from her 'babysitter.'
"Um…you lost me somewhere around the financial crisis thing-a-ma-bobber," Kuzco meekly broke the silence.
Grumbling, Zecha rolled up her carefully drawn charts and gathered up her precious notes, opening the floor-cabinet and placing all her materials inside. Kika, from where she was playing with Kuzco's hair, sitting on his back since he was lying on the floor, looked up and announced, "Pretty."
"What's pretty?" Zecha deadpanned brattily and Kika patiently slid off the young man's back, toddling over to a spot on the floor where sunlight had mixed with the red and gold paint. "Pretty," she giggled, leaning over and patting the sun splashed tiles with a chubby toddler's hand.
Zecha rolled her eyes and sat down, crossing her arms in a huff. "Kawoo," Kika started, smiling innocently, "You see pretty?"
Kuzco shrugged and pulled himself up to his feet, walking over to the small child. Beaming, she traced unseen lines, proclaiming, "Butterwing."
"Butterfly," he corrected.
"Spitface," Kika snickered happily.
"Llama," he reprimanded calmly.
Zecha, looking out the window, interrupted the childish game with a stomp of her foot in the center of the titles. Glaring at the girl, Kuzco warned, "Careful, you'll throw off my groove."
"Mama's home."
Kika 'yay'ed and clapped her hands, holding up her arms to Kuzco. "Lift Kika?" she plead, eyes getting huge and watery as her lower lip trembled. Muttering, he stooped and pulled her up.
"Well…," Linyk smiled at her oldest daughter and the one she held in her arms. "How was it?"
"He's incompetent, but cute," Zecha declared with a haughty sniff. Kika laughed and hugged her mother's neck.
"Kawoo funny! Say 'no tuffy' to Zek and play pretty with Kika."
End AN: It was pointless, senseless, short, and strange. Get used to it! *&.^* Anyway, my brother wanted me to write something in which Kuzco had to baby-sit two little girls. Originally, he was going to watch over all *five* of Linyk's daughters, but that was too cruel a punishment to impart upon the poor, defenseless emperor. Next part will have more Jzni foolery, Kronk and Bucky on their way to save Kuzco-while fighting a troop of Jzni's mercenaries, Kuzco adapting to farm life-with no help from the reckless Chel, and Yzma…doing whatever Yzma does.
Note: Hey, I got FIVE reviews for Part 1! COOL!! You guys rule! Again, I want only one review…helps keep up the teenage moral, you know.
Ja ne!
PallaPlease.
(Real quick-I saw ENG again! Saw it on 12/16/00, and yesterday, 1/04/01! Yay!)
('Nother Real Quick Thing: To person who left no name in their review = the spinach puffs-comment at the beginning was a reference to Yzma's harsh insult about them, which made poor Kronk sad….*sniffles*)
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Never Said Love
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Part 2
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Kids and an Evil Guy
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The sun burned over the horizon, the fiery hues lovely and welcomed by all…except for one.
"Kazooooooo! Get your lazy rear in gear!"
Kuzco threw an arm over his face and whined, pitifully, "But I wanna sle~ep!" When there was no reply, he smiled contentedly.
And then Chel threw the bedroom door open.
Tossing a red poncho and white breeches at him, she unshuttered the window and gave him a very evil look. Swallowing quickly, he smiled weakly and motioned for her to leave. Soundlessly, she did so.
Promptly, he fell back to sleep.
The process repeated itself.
"So, WHY are we going all the way DOWN the hill?"
Llana smiled sweetly, patting Kuzco's back, earning herself a "NO TOUCHING!" and a snort from Chel suspiciously similar to laughter. The group of three were walking quickly down a trodden dirt-path, Chel leading the way with a staff and Llana explaining dutifully what their mission was.
"Every week, Linyk has to visit the doctor-man 'cause he's her father and we repair her house, watch her kids, and make sure she's got all her medicines in alphabetical order."
Eyebrows were raised.
"Why alphabetical order?"
"Oh, I like alphabetizing things," Llana replied cheerfully, her face oblivious and carefree. Another suspicious snort came from Chel, who had dropped her pace a bit. "Since Llana's a perfectionist for medicinal objects, and I do all the physical labor…you get the kids," the smaller of the two girls stage-whispered as they stopped in front of a modest hut at the bottom of the hill and Kuzco made an 'ah' sound.
"What are the kids like, anywaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Five little girls poured out of the hut, swarming around the trio, chattering excitedly.
The shortest, a girl only three years of age, stared up in awe at the tall young man, fingertip resting on her lower lip. "That's Kika," Llana informed 'Kazoo' affectionately, tussling the girl's soft black hair. Kika smiled broadly, still silent, but obviously happy to meet him. Another one of the girls, about seven and looking very snobbish, eyed him critically.
"He seems to be unused to physical exertion and thusly is not a suitable playmate," she sniffed, tossing her long, raven-dark hair. Kika gave her older sister a mean look, then hugged Kuzco about his shins happily. "And that's Zecha," Chel sighed, rolling her eyes in an exasperated manner Kuzco hadn't seen before.
A tall, stressed woman emerged from the bowels of the door, scolding the yelling, chattering children. The three-year old hugging Kuzco switched her attention to her mother, eyes large and innocent. "Chel, Llana…whoever you are…I'm taking three of the girls with me, after the last incident-" Kuzco got a strange feeling that 'fiasco' was a better term; "I think that leaving only Kika and Zecha with you would be wisest."
Inwardly, he exhaled in relief as three of the girls-unfortunately not including the brat with her nose literally stuck up in the air-groaned and made sad sounds, reluctantly following Linyk up the path. Immediately, Zecha examined Kuzco again whilst Llana and Chel discreetly made their get-away.
Kika wasn't going to be a problem…Zecha was.
"How is my plan going?" a high-pitched voice hissed and Jzni smirked with pride.
"Perfectly. All witnesses to the…*unfortunate*…beating and removal of Kuzco are tied up and awaiting death. They're in the dungeon as I speak."
"Exxxxcellent…," the voice purred and a tiny kitten with blue-purple fur and slitted eyes slunk out of the shadows. "Everything is going perrrrfectly." Jzni began obediently chortling. Shooting him a disgusted glare, Yzma growled, "That wasn't a joke, you fool." He instantly stopped laughing, ears turning red with embarrassment. Rolling her eyes in disgust, Yzma momentarily missed the slightly-smarter Kronk. Momentarily.
Speaking of Kronk…
"So, you're saying Kuzco's new advisor is actually following Yzma Cat's orders, she had him use a bribed guard to knock him out, they took him out far, far into the jungle and dumped him off there, and now Yzma's going to make a potion using a strand of Kuzco's hair that will make Jzni look like the emperor?"
Bucky thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously. Kronk made a thoughtful noise, rubbing his chin with an oven mitt-covered hand.
Squeaking energetically and with great fervor, the small squirrel made hand motions to accompany his 'words' from his perch on top of the muscular man's head. "You think we should find the emperor?"
Bucky clucked a yes.
"Oooookay, then, off we go."
Squeak-squeak squeakity squeaker squeaken.
"Riiiiiight. Find out where they took him first."
Pause.
"Or we could just go look at a random village and hope the plot device works out in our favor," suggested Kronk. Bucky pondered this, then shrugged his tiny shoulders.
"Therefore, it is my personal belief that any and all empires existing today will fall before a more-democratic oriented world in the far or near future. In that strain of thought, we should find our current political reign both obsolete and insecure in the event that a democratic country should perchance spring up within our own beloved land," Zecha finished dramatically, waiting expectantly for comments from her 'babysitter.'
"Um…you lost me somewhere around the financial crisis thing-a-ma-bobber," Kuzco meekly broke the silence.
Grumbling, Zecha rolled up her carefully drawn charts and gathered up her precious notes, opening the floor-cabinet and placing all her materials inside. Kika, from where she was playing with Kuzco's hair, sitting on his back since he was lying on the floor, looked up and announced, "Pretty."
"What's pretty?" Zecha deadpanned brattily and Kika patiently slid off the young man's back, toddling over to a spot on the floor where sunlight had mixed with the red and gold paint. "Pretty," she giggled, leaning over and patting the sun splashed tiles with a chubby toddler's hand.
Zecha rolled her eyes and sat down, crossing her arms in a huff. "Kawoo," Kika started, smiling innocently, "You see pretty?"
Kuzco shrugged and pulled himself up to his feet, walking over to the small child. Beaming, she traced unseen lines, proclaiming, "Butterwing."
"Butterfly," he corrected.
"Spitface," Kika snickered happily.
"Llama," he reprimanded calmly.
Zecha, looking out the window, interrupted the childish game with a stomp of her foot in the center of the titles. Glaring at the girl, Kuzco warned, "Careful, you'll throw off my groove."
"Mama's home."
Kika 'yay'ed and clapped her hands, holding up her arms to Kuzco. "Lift Kika?" she plead, eyes getting huge and watery as her lower lip trembled. Muttering, he stooped and pulled her up.
"Well…," Linyk smiled at her oldest daughter and the one she held in her arms. "How was it?"
"He's incompetent, but cute," Zecha declared with a haughty sniff. Kika laughed and hugged her mother's neck.
"Kawoo funny! Say 'no tuffy' to Zek and play pretty with Kika."
End AN: It was pointless, senseless, short, and strange. Get used to it! *&.^* Anyway, my brother wanted me to write something in which Kuzco had to baby-sit two little girls. Originally, he was going to watch over all *five* of Linyk's daughters, but that was too cruel a punishment to impart upon the poor, defenseless emperor. Next part will have more Jzni foolery, Kronk and Bucky on their way to save Kuzco-while fighting a troop of Jzni's mercenaries, Kuzco adapting to farm life-with no help from the reckless Chel, and Yzma…doing whatever Yzma does.
Note: Hey, I got FIVE reviews for Part 1! COOL!! You guys rule! Again, I want only one review…helps keep up the teenage moral, you know.
Ja ne!
PallaPlease.
