Disclaimer: I do not own FFIX Square does but the children are mine mostly let's just put it this way all the peeps that you have a clue as to who they are belong to Square but the peeps that make you go who the hell is that? Those are mine so enjoy!!!

Dedication: I dedicate this chap to the adorable, witless Zion. He has this sweetness bout him that I love and no it's not cuz I'm the one who made him up!!!

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"Okay now you try," Zidane said putting the bow on the ground and turning to his son. The boy nodded and raised his own bow. He carefully positioned the arrow on the string. He sighted the target with one brown eye and drew the string back.

*Thhwip*

The arrow flew through the air hitting the large round target.

"I hit it!" the young man cried excitedly.

"Yea," Zidane grinned. " Great Z, now all ya have to do is hit the center," Zidane laughed ruffling the young prince's hair.

"Dad, cut it out!" Zion cried, stepping away from his father's reach while smoothing his prized locks.

"Ahem! Zidane what have I told you about teaching our son how to use weapons?" Came Zion's mother's voice from the gate into the little green courtyard. Uh oh, Zion thought. Mom's gonna kill Dad for this. Zion turned on his heels to see his beautiful mother with his annoying little sister in tow walking towards them.

"That I can if he doesn't get dirty, or hurt, or hit anything moving aside from things already dead or that haven't lived in the first place, or, wait…. yeah, I think that's it. Of course it's not like he'd hit anything with his aim," Zion's father smiled sweetly at his mother. Zion's mother frowned and walked over to Zion.

"Zidane enough! I don't want Zion learning to use a bow they're too dangerous," she huffed to Zidane.

"Dagger, sweetie, Zion needs to learn to use a bow, they're no more deadly than Robyn and her flute," Zidane said walking over to his wife and putting his arm around her shoulder. "I mean how's he gonna snag the heart of some chick if he's getting eaten by a monster he had to get close to because his mother wouldn't let him use a bow?" the former thief asked.

"Well, he could do it the way his father did," Dagger smiled sweetly turning to her husband fully, placing her arms a crossed his shoulders.

"And how is that?" Zidane asked, looking into his wife's eyes.

"Oh God they're getting all mushy again," Zion muttered turning away from his parents to pick up the bow he had dropped.

"I think it's romantic," piped Robyn to her brother.

"Yeah, well your fifteen you think dirt is romantic," Zion muttered turning back to his two lovesick parents; just catching the reply of his mother.

"-He could follow her around, hitting on her every chance he gets; then, eventually wear her to the point of 'I give up!' and marry her," she crooned softly to Zidane. He smiled, and they kissed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day.

"I'm gone. I'd rather be staring at the walls of my room than watch my parent's be all lovey-wuvey," Zion muttered walking towards the gate.

"Wait! Zion I have to tell you something first," came his mother's voice from behind him.

"Yes mother?" he asked, more polite than he felt.

"It's about your birthday, we have arranged so that you can see the play that was written based on our adventures isn't that wonderful?" Dagger finished. Suddenly more interested Zion turned around excitement lighting up his face.

"Wow that's great mom! I can't wait," he chimed.

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Authors note: egesh! (he I made up a new word =D) I need to add one more!!! I'm sorry I just can't leave it at this it's annoying the hell outta me I'm not stable!!!! Oh p.s if I spell the Spanish numbers wrong I'm sorry I haven't written Spanish in a while and I'm a bit rusty.