A LONER MEETS HIS MATCH
By The Pezman
Never expected to see this continued, did you? Well, neither did I, because as soon as I beat FF9
I lent it, and it's still being lent. Well, I was really bored, so I worked on this. Maybe I'll have
more motive to finish it.
Of course, I didn't have to wait too long before he showed up. Now to prove him wrong and get
him the hell outta my life.
"I was wondering when and if you'd show up."
"Amarant?" his familiar yet hatred-connoting voice reached my ears.
"One and the same."
"Are those the keys to Terra?" There he went again, trying to change the subject. Now that I
thought about it, I realized that he had probably cheated in our last match as well. I highly
suspected that the only reason he had won was because about three-fourths through the fight, he
shined and turned some strange colors, which seemed to boost his strength exponentially. But I
put those thoughts aside and concentrated on the here and now.
"Go see for yourself," I retorted, and I promptly started to leave.
"Hey, where're you going?" Just like him.
"I've proved myself right. I don't need any of you. I can accomplish my objectives alone."
And without even giving him time to respond, I walked out of the room.
"What a jerk!" I heard the six-year-old brat shout. I really didn't care about her, but even
as walked back the way I came, I still felt that I lost, even though it was clear I had won. I
couldn't define what it was, but I shook my head and flung it from there, then continued onward.
I heard a foreign roar and shouts from Zidane and the others, and by reflex I turned around and
started to run back. But I caught myself, thank goodness. What the HELL was I thinking? Here
I was, just winning my freedom from Zidane, and the first thing I think of is running back to him?!
Being with him must have changed me for the worst much more so than I had originally thought.
I was confident, however, that once I was completely on my own again, the time spent with Lani
and Zidane would be distant memories left in the dust of my shoes....
And that's the point where the event that probably changed my life occurred. I fell. I fell
about thirty feet to the bottom of that crazy room. I landed on my leg. It probably wasn't
broken, but I sure didn't feel like I could get up. And to make matters worse, I had no recovery
medicine with me. I felt like an ass. It was like the heavens were determined to make me stay
with Zidane. The minute I win my freedom from him, I think of running back. Then, when that
doesn't work, I have to be rendered helpless in the middle of nowhere. The only way I would get
out of this one alive is if HE showed up and offered to take me back. I doubted he would do that
after the way I blew him off, but the more important question was: Did I have enough humility to
accept help from the very man whom I most despised?
By The Pezman
Never expected to see this continued, did you? Well, neither did I, because as soon as I beat FF9
I lent it, and it's still being lent. Well, I was really bored, so I worked on this. Maybe I'll have
more motive to finish it.
Of course, I didn't have to wait too long before he showed up. Now to prove him wrong and get
him the hell outta my life.
"I was wondering when and if you'd show up."
"Amarant?" his familiar yet hatred-connoting voice reached my ears.
"One and the same."
"Are those the keys to Terra?" There he went again, trying to change the subject. Now that I
thought about it, I realized that he had probably cheated in our last match as well. I highly
suspected that the only reason he had won was because about three-fourths through the fight, he
shined and turned some strange colors, which seemed to boost his strength exponentially. But I
put those thoughts aside and concentrated on the here and now.
"Go see for yourself," I retorted, and I promptly started to leave.
"Hey, where're you going?" Just like him.
"I've proved myself right. I don't need any of you. I can accomplish my objectives alone."
And without even giving him time to respond, I walked out of the room.
"What a jerk!" I heard the six-year-old brat shout. I really didn't care about her, but even
as walked back the way I came, I still felt that I lost, even though it was clear I had won. I
couldn't define what it was, but I shook my head and flung it from there, then continued onward.
I heard a foreign roar and shouts from Zidane and the others, and by reflex I turned around and
started to run back. But I caught myself, thank goodness. What the HELL was I thinking? Here
I was, just winning my freedom from Zidane, and the first thing I think of is running back to him?!
Being with him must have changed me for the worst much more so than I had originally thought.
I was confident, however, that once I was completely on my own again, the time spent with Lani
and Zidane would be distant memories left in the dust of my shoes....
And that's the point where the event that probably changed my life occurred. I fell. I fell
about thirty feet to the bottom of that crazy room. I landed on my leg. It probably wasn't
broken, but I sure didn't feel like I could get up. And to make matters worse, I had no recovery
medicine with me. I felt like an ass. It was like the heavens were determined to make me stay
with Zidane. The minute I win my freedom from him, I think of running back. Then, when that
doesn't work, I have to be rendered helpless in the middle of nowhere. The only way I would get
out of this one alive is if HE showed up and offered to take me back. I doubted he would do that
after the way I blew him off, but the more important question was: Did I have enough humility to
accept help from the very man whom I most despised?
