AN: Thought you were rid of my fanfics, didn't you? You wish. (Note to Ang D: HECK, yeah! I'd LOVE to have it linked to Kuzcotopia! I love that site! [No, seriously. Nice website.]) I'm trying to fulfill what I promised I'd write in this part….oi….
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Never Said Love
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Part 3
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Too Much…Mercy…
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Stomping through the halls, past her bewildered sister, Chel muttered obscenities under her breath as she threw open Kuzco's door. "KAZOO!!!" He glared at her from where he was sitting, fully dressed, but resisting the little everyday farm thing known affectionately as…'work.'
"I'm not going."
"Yes, you are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not!"
"Are!"
"NOTNOTNOTNOTNOT!"
"AREAREAREAREARE!"
Many, many minutes later…
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAARE!!!!!!!!!"
The jungle lay silent and deadly, a million and one traps awaiting Kronk and Bucky, a chef and a squirrel. Fortunately, the former had a conscience and the latter a tactical brain.
"Where are we?" Kronk asked, ducking under a large branch dangerously close to his head. Bucky thought for a moment.
"Whaddaya mean, you don't know?!" Kronk raised his voice.
"Squeaker squeak!" Bucky protested, stabbing a finger at the man.
"Good point. I don't either."
Without any warning, a bush was torn apart behind the two by a glistening, deadly curved blade, wielded by a tall, slender figure dressed in green with a black mask. From around Kronk and his companion came five more, each identical to the first. Swallowing thickly, Kronk backed up until the leader-the first mercenary-prodded him with his blade, calmly saying, "Boo."
Pacing down the marbled hallways of the regal palace, Jzni nervously bit at his nails as Yzma screamed angrily.
"I CAN NOT BUH-LIEVE YOU WERE UNABLE TO KEEP A *SQUIRREL* FROM FREEING, of all people, KRONK! THE ROYAL CHEF!"
Jzni timidly raised a hand. "Um, your putridness, he's-"
"He's only a chef?" the 'kitten' finished for him, tone sarcastic. "He is NOT as incompetent as you think! A bit ignorant and blind, but he spoiled my plans last time! He won't now!"
"Oh, then it's definitely a good thing I have mercenaries combing the jungle for anyone who might've found out something," Jzni mused.
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"I think your IQ jumped a few notches," Yzma told him suspiciously.
"No, no, no. For the last time, bury the seeds in the field like *this*, Kazoo," Llana said patiently, motioning the quick, fluid movements of many years of practice, her long black hair cascading around her face. Kuzco sighed, then complied clumsily, the dirt slipping from between his fingers.
"Cup your hands, Kazz." Looking up, he saw Chel standing over him, the serious expression back on her face, making her appear older than she really was. "Don't hold them open like that, use common sense."
"Apparently, he never got that," replied Llana wryly and the two sisters laughed as Kuzco gave them an imperial look of righteous anger. Testing her new blade, a replacement for the one she broke saving him, Chel flipped dirt up, lightly spraying pebbles and fine soil on his shoulder-length black hair, her own short black hair dirty and curling around her ears.
"If it wasn't for Jzni being out to kill me," he muttered, furiously scooping up the brown earth and patting it around a tiny seed. An idea struck him and he paused as Chel and Llana shared a confused look at his words. 'This little seed is depending on ME to live…,' he thought, amazed and a sudden perspective on the world exploded into being around him.
Then he got dizzy.
Cool metal pressed against his forehead and he sighed in relief, thanking Chel. Wait a minute-cold metal? With a yelp, he launched himself backwards, staring at the brave young woman with mixed emotions-horror prominent.
"That was your SWORD!"
"Did I cut you?"
"….No."
"Then was it so bad?"
"I *hate* you."
"Isn't he a sweetie, Llana?"
Her younger sister bit her lower lip to keep a smile from spreading and she nodded, quickly covering another seed. Kuzco glared at Chel's back for a moment, then returned to his own 'duty' with a renewed interest.
Which, though still living in a way, soon became bored.
Kronk avoided the first arrow to whistle in his direction, Bucky leaping into the trees and, with a high-pitched war cry, leapt back down, clawing at the eyes of one of the mercenaries, effectively removing him from the battle. The leader called out in a harsh, guttural language and more arrows shot from two of the mercenaries' bows, one piercing Kronk's leg. The one Bucky was clinging to dropped his curved blade with a pained scream, the squirrel gnawing with his large teeth at the warrior's soft face.
A plan formed itself hastily in the muscular man's head, sending him skidding between two blade-wielding soldiers, scooping up the discarded sword. Grinding his feet to the ground and leaning forward, blade held in front of him at an angle and eyes narrowed, Kronk felt memories of training as a guard surfacing, falling back into place comfortably.
And then he went for the leader, a viciously cold face taking over where Kronk's gentle looks had once been…
End AN: Yes, another short chapter. But I gave everything I promised! And, coming soon to a fanfiction category near you, "Dear Kronk" will answer any queries you, the reader, wish to know. Or maybe he'll just answer questions sent in by nonliving characters! I'm not sure. Okay, the promise for the NEXT part is thus:
Yzma and Jzni will have more than ¼ of a page dedicated to their evil plotting, a mercenary soldier hired by Jzni will appear on Llana and Chel's farm to track down and kill 'Kazoo', Kika is kidnapped by another mercenary, Tipo and Chaca find a bleeding Kronk-after Pacha gets a post from a distressed cousin-one Linyk, who's youngest daughter is gone…
So…one review! As per norm! (And thanksies to EVERYONE who was nice enough to review Part 2! I recommend reading everything else in the "The Emperor's New Groove" category, for fun, laughter, and romance! Okay, maybe not as much romance as the other two, but we'll work on that…)
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Never Said Love
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Part 3
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Too Much…Mercy…
*
Stomping through the halls, past her bewildered sister, Chel muttered obscenities under her breath as she threw open Kuzco's door. "KAZOO!!!" He glared at her from where he was sitting, fully dressed, but resisting the little everyday farm thing known affectionately as…'work.'
"I'm not going."
"Yes, you are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not!"
"Are!"
"NOTNOTNOTNOTNOT!"
"AREAREAREAREARE!"
Many, many minutes later…
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAARE!!!!!!!!!"
The jungle lay silent and deadly, a million and one traps awaiting Kronk and Bucky, a chef and a squirrel. Fortunately, the former had a conscience and the latter a tactical brain.
"Where are we?" Kronk asked, ducking under a large branch dangerously close to his head. Bucky thought for a moment.
"Whaddaya mean, you don't know?!" Kronk raised his voice.
"Squeaker squeak!" Bucky protested, stabbing a finger at the man.
"Good point. I don't either."
Without any warning, a bush was torn apart behind the two by a glistening, deadly curved blade, wielded by a tall, slender figure dressed in green with a black mask. From around Kronk and his companion came five more, each identical to the first. Swallowing thickly, Kronk backed up until the leader-the first mercenary-prodded him with his blade, calmly saying, "Boo."
Pacing down the marbled hallways of the regal palace, Jzni nervously bit at his nails as Yzma screamed angrily.
"I CAN NOT BUH-LIEVE YOU WERE UNABLE TO KEEP A *SQUIRREL* FROM FREEING, of all people, KRONK! THE ROYAL CHEF!"
Jzni timidly raised a hand. "Um, your putridness, he's-"
"He's only a chef?" the 'kitten' finished for him, tone sarcastic. "He is NOT as incompetent as you think! A bit ignorant and blind, but he spoiled my plans last time! He won't now!"
"Oh, then it's definitely a good thing I have mercenaries combing the jungle for anyone who might've found out something," Jzni mused.
There was a moment of stunned silence.
"I think your IQ jumped a few notches," Yzma told him suspiciously.
"No, no, no. For the last time, bury the seeds in the field like *this*, Kazoo," Llana said patiently, motioning the quick, fluid movements of many years of practice, her long black hair cascading around her face. Kuzco sighed, then complied clumsily, the dirt slipping from between his fingers.
"Cup your hands, Kazz." Looking up, he saw Chel standing over him, the serious expression back on her face, making her appear older than she really was. "Don't hold them open like that, use common sense."
"Apparently, he never got that," replied Llana wryly and the two sisters laughed as Kuzco gave them an imperial look of righteous anger. Testing her new blade, a replacement for the one she broke saving him, Chel flipped dirt up, lightly spraying pebbles and fine soil on his shoulder-length black hair, her own short black hair dirty and curling around her ears.
"If it wasn't for Jzni being out to kill me," he muttered, furiously scooping up the brown earth and patting it around a tiny seed. An idea struck him and he paused as Chel and Llana shared a confused look at his words. 'This little seed is depending on ME to live…,' he thought, amazed and a sudden perspective on the world exploded into being around him.
Then he got dizzy.
Cool metal pressed against his forehead and he sighed in relief, thanking Chel. Wait a minute-cold metal? With a yelp, he launched himself backwards, staring at the brave young woman with mixed emotions-horror prominent.
"That was your SWORD!"
"Did I cut you?"
"….No."
"Then was it so bad?"
"I *hate* you."
"Isn't he a sweetie, Llana?"
Her younger sister bit her lower lip to keep a smile from spreading and she nodded, quickly covering another seed. Kuzco glared at Chel's back for a moment, then returned to his own 'duty' with a renewed interest.
Which, though still living in a way, soon became bored.
Kronk avoided the first arrow to whistle in his direction, Bucky leaping into the trees and, with a high-pitched war cry, leapt back down, clawing at the eyes of one of the mercenaries, effectively removing him from the battle. The leader called out in a harsh, guttural language and more arrows shot from two of the mercenaries' bows, one piercing Kronk's leg. The one Bucky was clinging to dropped his curved blade with a pained scream, the squirrel gnawing with his large teeth at the warrior's soft face.
A plan formed itself hastily in the muscular man's head, sending him skidding between two blade-wielding soldiers, scooping up the discarded sword. Grinding his feet to the ground and leaning forward, blade held in front of him at an angle and eyes narrowed, Kronk felt memories of training as a guard surfacing, falling back into place comfortably.
And then he went for the leader, a viciously cold face taking over where Kronk's gentle looks had once been…
End AN: Yes, another short chapter. But I gave everything I promised! And, coming soon to a fanfiction category near you, "Dear Kronk" will answer any queries you, the reader, wish to know. Or maybe he'll just answer questions sent in by nonliving characters! I'm not sure. Okay, the promise for the NEXT part is thus:
Yzma and Jzni will have more than ¼ of a page dedicated to their evil plotting, a mercenary soldier hired by Jzni will appear on Llana and Chel's farm to track down and kill 'Kazoo', Kika is kidnapped by another mercenary, Tipo and Chaca find a bleeding Kronk-after Pacha gets a post from a distressed cousin-one Linyk, who's youngest daughter is gone…
So…one review! As per norm! (And thanksies to EVERYONE who was nice enough to review Part 2! I recommend reading everything else in the "The Emperor's New Groove" category, for fun, laughter, and romance! Okay, maybe not as much romance as the other two, but we'll work on that…)
