Yei yei yei!!! Winter break! All my stupid exams are OVER!! I can write again!
Aren't you happy people? Hehehe, and strap yourselves in, 'cause I intend
to write a lot!!
Eh, so much for 50 reviews in 15 chapters. Oh well, I've passed the Writing Requirement, so NOTHING can get me down now! n_n Enjoy!
by the by, text in [brackets] is translated material, just so there's no confusion.
*Kuja's Palace….
Thank heaven for Zidane. Kuja would have never guessed he'd be feeling that way. He was feeling almost too afraid to go outside. His limp was almost gone now, thanks too his magic and superior Terran knowledge. Ice to stop swelling and heat to make swelling go away, Hilda. The thought of Hilda brought a small cringe to his mind. She knew a little too much to meet Zidane. She didn't know about him, but… Kuja shook his head and tried to lay out the situation. Okay, Zidane survived… He's with the princess and a second summoner… The second summoner is carrying something… Hmm, that's right. Thank heaven for Zidane, because he will no doubt find me, and he'll bring that summoner with him. Oh yes… And when he gets here, he can get the Gulug stone for me while I get my eidolon… then I can get the Invincible link… and I therefore can still stop Garland. Not bad.
"There you are," said Hilda, rounding the corner. "Why did you make this place so impossible to pass through?" Kuja ignored her. He knew from experience that silence was the only thing that would control Hilda, because her curiosity would make her do whatever he asked, just so that he would tell her more.
"I suppose that that was a foolish question." Oh, yes . The two stared into the space of the palace for a while. Hmm, what can I do with Hilda? Kill her? Crude, but that is the obvious solution. No, I can't... I, no I can't. Far too crude…hmm. Perhaps I could move her? Yes… it should be a couple of days before Zidane gets here… I could move her to Gulug and pick her up again later.
"Listen, I am sorry for offending you the other day."
"What was that?" Kuja whipped his head around in sudden shock. Hilda? Apologizing?
"I apologize for my rude behavior the other day," she turned her regal eyes on his. "It was childish of me."
"Childish…?" Kuja blinked. What on Gaia? "Hmph," he concluded, turning his eyes away.
"Honestly, Kuja," she sidled close to him. "I am jealous, I suppose." Oh, no… She poked his arm with her finger. "I like your body." The clincher. Typical. The primary tactic used by any woman who wants your secrets, Kuja thought bitterly of Beatrix. He immediately stepped away from her.
"Get your revenge on your husband from some other man," he all but sneered. He had been civil with Hilda, never threatening or forcing her, but that did not mean that he had any interest in the "advanced-yeared" woman. She withdrew, red-faced. Kuja thought that her pride would not let her press the matter further. Not wanting her to prove him wrong, he quickly changed the subject.
"I'm expecting an attack on the palace relatively soon," he fixed his gaze on her nose to avoid eye contact. "I feel it prudent to temporarily move you to a safer place."
"A safer…place?" she questioned.
"Yes." She considered this for a moment, and determined that Kuja was not about to explain.
"Agreed."
*Oeilvert….
Zidane ignored the stares from Amarant, Freya and Garnet. Or at least he made it seem like he thought it was only natural for him to be able to read these peculiar texts and comprehend this strange spoken tongue. It was actually quite natural. For a moment, he found himself thinking in this language. To add to this, he could work the strange objects that were lying around…and they responded only to him. He tried to make it seem like he was figuring out how to use them, speaking out loud, and trying to ignore the strange looks from his friends. There was no way he was going to admit that he had names for these machines. Why? he kept wondering. Why now? Why am I getting leads now? Zidane stopped to stare at the huge red circle…
(The circle is eternity: it has no beginning and no end.
The circle is perfection: it is set on its center, unchanging, unmoving.
The circle)
… The words echoed in his head from where he knew not, because they certainly were not written anywhere. Zidane knelt down and pretended to study a piece of writing in the stone floor while he collected his thoughts. He knew why. Kuja knows where I come from. He must. He knew that I'd be able to find the thing here… He knows of my birthplace. The thought should have been exciting, but Zidane was not one ever to be fooled by his desires. And he knew Kuja's game. He may not even need this "Gulug Stone." He knew just sending me here would spark my curiosity. It is what I want most, and he's making me see for myself that he has the answers. …he needs me for something then, to further his evil plans. It's his way; he feeds the desires of others to get them to do what he wants. Just like he used Brahne's greed, he wants to use mine… Here Zidane came to a resolution. No matter how badly he may have wanted this knowledge from Kuja, he would not do anything for Kuja, no matter what he promised him. Hmm, try this on for size: The sly eagle does not surrender to his cravings. Eh, sounds nice, but Kuja's not going to give me the kind of line that would be a response to.
They came to the bottom and the object of their quest presented itself to them. There was the same language written on the pedestal. Huh, "gurugunoishi" (or "small rock of Gulug") if that's not a little obvious.
"So this is what Kuja was harping about," Zidane said for the benefit of the others in case they hadn't already figured. Now I can go save the others…Good thing too, 'cause I can't stand being here . "Time to head back…" He leapt nimbly onto the structure to capture the object, but the instant his fingers touched it, the voice of a harsh wind consumed him, and he was flung back over his friends, "Whoa!!" He landed on his feet behind them and glanced up in time to see the creature descend before them. It looked somewhat like a cross between a man and an airship. It hovered there, creating winds and dark energy as a warning aura. Amarant attacked it and was instantly forced backwards into the wall.
"[Fools]," it spoke in a voice that sounded like groaning metal. "[The small rock is nothing to be trifled with.]" Zidane quite suddenly realized that none of his friends understood what it had said: only himself. They were shouting at it and again preparing to attack the "monster." We have no time for this… Throwing his caution to the winds the machine-man created, he stepped forward speaking this recalled language:
"[But I need it]!" The creature stopped, and as did his friends. Fortunately, Zidane was quite used to having all eyes on him at once, and he did not waver. The creature landed.
"[I am Ark, an immortal of the other world]," it said stiffly. "[What are you to address me?]"
"[I am] Zidane Tribal," Zidane replied, smiling at the new tone his name carried in this language. It almost sounded like it meant something…
"[What a joke]," Ark snorted a large rush of cold air. "[You call yourself demi-god to a complete extent]?" What?! Zidane jolted back in shock. Then... What?! What on…Terra…? A flash of hot light suddenly engulfed him. Zidane shielded his eyes at first, but made no further move to stop Ark from probing him. His friends reacted differently.
"Zidane?!" Freya screamed.
"Look out," Amarant warned from behind him.
"It's okay…" Zidane murmured back. The light dissipated and, for a moment, the world seemed to hang in suspense. Finally, Ark broke the silence.
"[A highlander]?" the words were breathed in disbelief. "[Here]?"
"[If that is what I am, yes]," Zidane ventured.
"[You most definitely are]…" Ark sounded reflective now. "[I do believe that I have not encountered one for easily five thousand years]." Zidane found himself becoming increasingly perplexed.
"[What's a highlander]?" Zidane tried, although he knew he needed to be quick.
"[What you are]," Ark seemed to think it was a stupid question. "[What do you need the] gurugunoishi [for]?" Zidane sighed. Perhaps, truly, I am never to know.
"[It's a long story, but I need it to rescue my friends, and time is most definitely of the essence]!"
"[You would challenge the darkest daemon then]?"
"[You're a daemon]?"
"[That is the purpose the Gaul tribe gave me countless years ago, at the erection of this Oeilvert. I have not been dismissed]."
"[Sooo, you can't just let me have it]?" Ark's laughter swept the dust out of the area.
"[Of course not. But your purpose, if it is as you said, seems righteous enough]."
"[Enough]?"
"[Oh, yes. I dare say that you can defeat me, highlander. I read your karma… Your destiny will defeat your design]—"
"[What do you mean]?" Zidane cut in. He was feeling light-headed from the closeness of the answers that would not cross his path, no matter what detours he took.
"[I am not to say. You are incredibly unique… so I cannot even pretend to know]."
"[You don't know what you mean]?!" Zidane could barely keep his irritation from getting the best of him.
"[You have no time for this, highlander. Prove to me your courage]." Zidane growled, and then attacked Ark. Wordlessly, his team joined him, and fought hard and fast against the stone's keeper. Finally, Ark fell to the ground in a heap. Zidane waved his friends off and stepped forward, his dual-bladed weapon poised for the kill.
"[Release me from my duties, highlander]," Ark's voice was down to a breeze. "[I have served far too long]."
"…[no answers then]?" Zidane tried one last time.
"[I have none. Zidane, I wish to play a role… I will leave some of my material essence. Save it for your girl-friend]." Zidane hesitated one last second, but then struck off the daemon's head; and Ark disappeared, leaving, as promised, a broken piece of pumice. So… he wished to be an eidolon? …what is… No. I will ask no more questions. I have a job to do . He turned to Garnet, and handed her the broken rock.
"Dagger," he said quietly. "His name is Ark, and I believe he wishes to be of service." Garnet, of course, could say nothing, but she nodded.
"What just happened?" Amarant demanded.
"Zidane, how could you—" Freya began.
"Don't ask," Zidane sighed. "Just…don't ask. We gotta get back to the others."
*Kuja's Palace, meanwhile…
"What do you mean they've escaped?!" Kuja screamed at the two midgets. They covered their heads in fear and shame. Not that he really cared, since they would quite easily get lost in the labyrinth that was his home and fall prey to the rag-tag bunches of monsters…but that was the thing. Should anything happen to that summoner… He glanced to one of his signals, and realized that the Hilda Garde had just returned. Damn, Zidane get in here right away! Whatever you do, don't run into them… "Spare me your whining and just find the girl!" Zorn and Thorn did not need a second bidding…
*Ipsen's Castle…
The first thought that entered Amarant's mind when he hit the ground was: Why didn't anyone warn me that there was a trap door?! Then he realized… Pah, I've gone soft from running around with Zidane's little gang, that's all. He tried to get up, but a searing pain in his ankle brought him back to the ground with a hiss of pain. Amarant reached for the part that hurt with his hand, but found that his back was hurt too. Great, I can't move. He froze in place as a trio of tonberries walked by. They glanced at him then walked on like a group of green salamander monks, ringing their bells as they slowly scooted along. He let out the breath that he had been holding and tried to move again. Well, sure, the tonberries will leave me alone until I can escape, but the other monsters are not likely to be so kind. He shuddered at the thought of a predator finding him like this. What irony. I finally prove myself right, only to die…he groaned.
"Who's there?" a voiced called in the darkness. I must be delirious; I thought I heard Zidane's voice. It made sense, he had just proved Zidane that he was right, but now that he had befallen a misfortune Zidane's voice would haunt him… He groaned again as he tried to sit up, determined not to die now.
"Who's there?" the voice repeated, much closer this time. Amarant looked up to see Zidane standing right there, his chest rising and falling heavily as if out of breath.
"Zidane…?" Amarant addressed him, immediately suspicious. "Why did you come back?"
"Amarant! What happened to you?" the boy came closer, his large blue eyes full of concern. Amarant couldn't accept this innocence.
"Answer my question," he demanded despite himself, "I told you we might be enemies the next time we meet…" Not getting a response from the tailed boy, he tried being blunt. "Or did you come back to mock me?"
"You say some strange things," Zidane answered after giving him a strange look. "The guys outside told me that you hadn't come out yet. That's why I came here looking for you." Mocking me didn't even occur to you? What are you thinking?
"We don't have anything to do with each other anymore," Amarant decided that he had to point this out. The guy's an idiot, remember? "You don't have anything to gain from this." Or maybe he's smarter than me? This situation was not allowing Amarant to be arrogant. "Or do you?" he asked. Zidane's response was beautiful. He blinked—twice. "I don't understand you," Amarant sighed. "I don't understand the way you think…"
"Who cares what I have to gain?" Zidane finally asked after apparently considering Amarant's point. He then came out with a point of his own: "You need help right now." Had it not already been on his chest, Amarant's jaw would have dropped. He doesn't care that I myself would readily kill him if it were worth my while? He doesn't care that it's therefore worth his while for me to die?
"You don't care…?" he asked, as if trying to confirm that he had heard properly. Zidane shrugged as if it were no big deal. Unbelievable . "You're willing to put yourself at risk to save me?"
"Come on," Zidane shifted uncomfortably. "We've helped each other many times since we joined forces. You're a part of the team. That's all that matters." As if that's a decent explanation. Zidane, seeming to sense Amarant's dissatisfaction, offered yet another enigma. "I don't know why I'm doing this, but I can't just walk away. It goes against my nature." Your nature? It's natural for you to disregard logic? Or not even notice logic? How on Gaia are you still alive? Amarant decided to address the first part, since it made a little more sense.
"And that's what being part of the team means…?" This is almost ludicrous.
"Isn't it?" Zidane smiled, although it was obvious that he thought this was ridiculous as well. He quickly proved this. "Come on, that's enough talk. Let's get outta here!" As the blonde helped him to his feet, the giant determined to keep following him. Okay, Zidane. I am going to find out what is wrong with you even if it kills me.
Dadadum.... Anyhoooooo, I hope you like. Ima gonna go write some more, because frankly I have spent too much time on this fic and I wanna finish it so I can write a different one!! But don't worry! I will not cut this one short! Alrighty, you can review now. Ja.
Eh, so much for 50 reviews in 15 chapters. Oh well, I've passed the Writing Requirement, so NOTHING can get me down now! n_n Enjoy!
by the by, text in [brackets] is translated material, just so there's no confusion.
*Kuja's Palace….
Thank heaven for Zidane. Kuja would have never guessed he'd be feeling that way. He was feeling almost too afraid to go outside. His limp was almost gone now, thanks too his magic and superior Terran knowledge. Ice to stop swelling and heat to make swelling go away, Hilda. The thought of Hilda brought a small cringe to his mind. She knew a little too much to meet Zidane. She didn't know about him, but… Kuja shook his head and tried to lay out the situation. Okay, Zidane survived… He's with the princess and a second summoner… The second summoner is carrying something… Hmm, that's right. Thank heaven for Zidane, because he will no doubt find me, and he'll bring that summoner with him. Oh yes… And when he gets here, he can get the Gulug stone for me while I get my eidolon… then I can get the Invincible link… and I therefore can still stop Garland. Not bad.
"There you are," said Hilda, rounding the corner. "Why did you make this place so impossible to pass through?" Kuja ignored her. He knew from experience that silence was the only thing that would control Hilda, because her curiosity would make her do whatever he asked, just so that he would tell her more.
"I suppose that that was a foolish question." Oh, yes . The two stared into the space of the palace for a while. Hmm, what can I do with Hilda? Kill her? Crude, but that is the obvious solution. No, I can't... I, no I can't. Far too crude…hmm. Perhaps I could move her? Yes… it should be a couple of days before Zidane gets here… I could move her to Gulug and pick her up again later.
"Listen, I am sorry for offending you the other day."
"What was that?" Kuja whipped his head around in sudden shock. Hilda? Apologizing?
"I apologize for my rude behavior the other day," she turned her regal eyes on his. "It was childish of me."
"Childish…?" Kuja blinked. What on Gaia? "Hmph," he concluded, turning his eyes away.
"Honestly, Kuja," she sidled close to him. "I am jealous, I suppose." Oh, no… She poked his arm with her finger. "I like your body." The clincher. Typical. The primary tactic used by any woman who wants your secrets, Kuja thought bitterly of Beatrix. He immediately stepped away from her.
"Get your revenge on your husband from some other man," he all but sneered. He had been civil with Hilda, never threatening or forcing her, but that did not mean that he had any interest in the "advanced-yeared" woman. She withdrew, red-faced. Kuja thought that her pride would not let her press the matter further. Not wanting her to prove him wrong, he quickly changed the subject.
"I'm expecting an attack on the palace relatively soon," he fixed his gaze on her nose to avoid eye contact. "I feel it prudent to temporarily move you to a safer place."
"A safer…place?" she questioned.
"Yes." She considered this for a moment, and determined that Kuja was not about to explain.
"Agreed."
*Oeilvert….
Zidane ignored the stares from Amarant, Freya and Garnet. Or at least he made it seem like he thought it was only natural for him to be able to read these peculiar texts and comprehend this strange spoken tongue. It was actually quite natural. For a moment, he found himself thinking in this language. To add to this, he could work the strange objects that were lying around…and they responded only to him. He tried to make it seem like he was figuring out how to use them, speaking out loud, and trying to ignore the strange looks from his friends. There was no way he was going to admit that he had names for these machines. Why? he kept wondering. Why now? Why am I getting leads now? Zidane stopped to stare at the huge red circle…
(The circle is eternity: it has no beginning and no end.
The circle is perfection: it is set on its center, unchanging, unmoving.
The circle)
… The words echoed in his head from where he knew not, because they certainly were not written anywhere. Zidane knelt down and pretended to study a piece of writing in the stone floor while he collected his thoughts. He knew why. Kuja knows where I come from. He must. He knew that I'd be able to find the thing here… He knows of my birthplace. The thought should have been exciting, but Zidane was not one ever to be fooled by his desires. And he knew Kuja's game. He may not even need this "Gulug Stone." He knew just sending me here would spark my curiosity. It is what I want most, and he's making me see for myself that he has the answers. …he needs me for something then, to further his evil plans. It's his way; he feeds the desires of others to get them to do what he wants. Just like he used Brahne's greed, he wants to use mine… Here Zidane came to a resolution. No matter how badly he may have wanted this knowledge from Kuja, he would not do anything for Kuja, no matter what he promised him. Hmm, try this on for size: The sly eagle does not surrender to his cravings. Eh, sounds nice, but Kuja's not going to give me the kind of line that would be a response to.
They came to the bottom and the object of their quest presented itself to them. There was the same language written on the pedestal. Huh, "gurugunoishi" (or "small rock of Gulug") if that's not a little obvious.
"So this is what Kuja was harping about," Zidane said for the benefit of the others in case they hadn't already figured. Now I can go save the others…Good thing too, 'cause I can't stand being here . "Time to head back…" He leapt nimbly onto the structure to capture the object, but the instant his fingers touched it, the voice of a harsh wind consumed him, and he was flung back over his friends, "Whoa!!" He landed on his feet behind them and glanced up in time to see the creature descend before them. It looked somewhat like a cross between a man and an airship. It hovered there, creating winds and dark energy as a warning aura. Amarant attacked it and was instantly forced backwards into the wall.
"[Fools]," it spoke in a voice that sounded like groaning metal. "[The small rock is nothing to be trifled with.]" Zidane quite suddenly realized that none of his friends understood what it had said: only himself. They were shouting at it and again preparing to attack the "monster." We have no time for this… Throwing his caution to the winds the machine-man created, he stepped forward speaking this recalled language:
"[But I need it]!" The creature stopped, and as did his friends. Fortunately, Zidane was quite used to having all eyes on him at once, and he did not waver. The creature landed.
"[I am Ark, an immortal of the other world]," it said stiffly. "[What are you to address me?]"
"[I am] Zidane Tribal," Zidane replied, smiling at the new tone his name carried in this language. It almost sounded like it meant something…
"[What a joke]," Ark snorted a large rush of cold air. "[You call yourself demi-god to a complete extent]?" What?! Zidane jolted back in shock. Then... What?! What on…Terra…? A flash of hot light suddenly engulfed him. Zidane shielded his eyes at first, but made no further move to stop Ark from probing him. His friends reacted differently.
"Zidane?!" Freya screamed.
"Look out," Amarant warned from behind him.
"It's okay…" Zidane murmured back. The light dissipated and, for a moment, the world seemed to hang in suspense. Finally, Ark broke the silence.
"[A highlander]?" the words were breathed in disbelief. "[Here]?"
"[If that is what I am, yes]," Zidane ventured.
"[You most definitely are]…" Ark sounded reflective now. "[I do believe that I have not encountered one for easily five thousand years]." Zidane found himself becoming increasingly perplexed.
"[What's a highlander]?" Zidane tried, although he knew he needed to be quick.
"[What you are]," Ark seemed to think it was a stupid question. "[What do you need the] gurugunoishi [for]?" Zidane sighed. Perhaps, truly, I am never to know.
"[It's a long story, but I need it to rescue my friends, and time is most definitely of the essence]!"
"[You would challenge the darkest daemon then]?"
"[You're a daemon]?"
"[That is the purpose the Gaul tribe gave me countless years ago, at the erection of this Oeilvert. I have not been dismissed]."
"[Sooo, you can't just let me have it]?" Ark's laughter swept the dust out of the area.
"[Of course not. But your purpose, if it is as you said, seems righteous enough]."
"[Enough]?"
"[Oh, yes. I dare say that you can defeat me, highlander. I read your karma… Your destiny will defeat your design]—"
"[What do you mean]?" Zidane cut in. He was feeling light-headed from the closeness of the answers that would not cross his path, no matter what detours he took.
"[I am not to say. You are incredibly unique… so I cannot even pretend to know]."
"[You don't know what you mean]?!" Zidane could barely keep his irritation from getting the best of him.
"[You have no time for this, highlander. Prove to me your courage]." Zidane growled, and then attacked Ark. Wordlessly, his team joined him, and fought hard and fast against the stone's keeper. Finally, Ark fell to the ground in a heap. Zidane waved his friends off and stepped forward, his dual-bladed weapon poised for the kill.
"[Release me from my duties, highlander]," Ark's voice was down to a breeze. "[I have served far too long]."
"…[no answers then]?" Zidane tried one last time.
"[I have none. Zidane, I wish to play a role… I will leave some of my material essence. Save it for your girl-friend]." Zidane hesitated one last second, but then struck off the daemon's head; and Ark disappeared, leaving, as promised, a broken piece of pumice. So… he wished to be an eidolon? …what is… No. I will ask no more questions. I have a job to do . He turned to Garnet, and handed her the broken rock.
"Dagger," he said quietly. "His name is Ark, and I believe he wishes to be of service." Garnet, of course, could say nothing, but she nodded.
"What just happened?" Amarant demanded.
"Zidane, how could you—" Freya began.
"Don't ask," Zidane sighed. "Just…don't ask. We gotta get back to the others."
*Kuja's Palace, meanwhile…
"What do you mean they've escaped?!" Kuja screamed at the two midgets. They covered their heads in fear and shame. Not that he really cared, since they would quite easily get lost in the labyrinth that was his home and fall prey to the rag-tag bunches of monsters…but that was the thing. Should anything happen to that summoner… He glanced to one of his signals, and realized that the Hilda Garde had just returned. Damn, Zidane get in here right away! Whatever you do, don't run into them… "Spare me your whining and just find the girl!" Zorn and Thorn did not need a second bidding…
*Ipsen's Castle…
The first thought that entered Amarant's mind when he hit the ground was: Why didn't anyone warn me that there was a trap door?! Then he realized… Pah, I've gone soft from running around with Zidane's little gang, that's all. He tried to get up, but a searing pain in his ankle brought him back to the ground with a hiss of pain. Amarant reached for the part that hurt with his hand, but found that his back was hurt too. Great, I can't move. He froze in place as a trio of tonberries walked by. They glanced at him then walked on like a group of green salamander monks, ringing their bells as they slowly scooted along. He let out the breath that he had been holding and tried to move again. Well, sure, the tonberries will leave me alone until I can escape, but the other monsters are not likely to be so kind. He shuddered at the thought of a predator finding him like this. What irony. I finally prove myself right, only to die…he groaned.
"Who's there?" a voiced called in the darkness. I must be delirious; I thought I heard Zidane's voice. It made sense, he had just proved Zidane that he was right, but now that he had befallen a misfortune Zidane's voice would haunt him… He groaned again as he tried to sit up, determined not to die now.
"Who's there?" the voice repeated, much closer this time. Amarant looked up to see Zidane standing right there, his chest rising and falling heavily as if out of breath.
"Zidane…?" Amarant addressed him, immediately suspicious. "Why did you come back?"
"Amarant! What happened to you?" the boy came closer, his large blue eyes full of concern. Amarant couldn't accept this innocence.
"Answer my question," he demanded despite himself, "I told you we might be enemies the next time we meet…" Not getting a response from the tailed boy, he tried being blunt. "Or did you come back to mock me?"
"You say some strange things," Zidane answered after giving him a strange look. "The guys outside told me that you hadn't come out yet. That's why I came here looking for you." Mocking me didn't even occur to you? What are you thinking?
"We don't have anything to do with each other anymore," Amarant decided that he had to point this out. The guy's an idiot, remember? "You don't have anything to gain from this." Or maybe he's smarter than me? This situation was not allowing Amarant to be arrogant. "Or do you?" he asked. Zidane's response was beautiful. He blinked—twice. "I don't understand you," Amarant sighed. "I don't understand the way you think…"
"Who cares what I have to gain?" Zidane finally asked after apparently considering Amarant's point. He then came out with a point of his own: "You need help right now." Had it not already been on his chest, Amarant's jaw would have dropped. He doesn't care that I myself would readily kill him if it were worth my while? He doesn't care that it's therefore worth his while for me to die?
"You don't care…?" he asked, as if trying to confirm that he had heard properly. Zidane shrugged as if it were no big deal. Unbelievable . "You're willing to put yourself at risk to save me?"
"Come on," Zidane shifted uncomfortably. "We've helped each other many times since we joined forces. You're a part of the team. That's all that matters." As if that's a decent explanation. Zidane, seeming to sense Amarant's dissatisfaction, offered yet another enigma. "I don't know why I'm doing this, but I can't just walk away. It goes against my nature." Your nature? It's natural for you to disregard logic? Or not even notice logic? How on Gaia are you still alive? Amarant decided to address the first part, since it made a little more sense.
"And that's what being part of the team means…?" This is almost ludicrous.
"Isn't it?" Zidane smiled, although it was obvious that he thought this was ridiculous as well. He quickly proved this. "Come on, that's enough talk. Let's get outta here!" As the blonde helped him to his feet, the giant determined to keep following him. Okay, Zidane. I am going to find out what is wrong with you even if it kills me.
Dadadum.... Anyhoooooo, I hope you like. Ima gonna go write some more, because frankly I have spent too much time on this fic and I wanna finish it so I can write a different one!! But don't worry! I will not cut this one short! Alrighty, you can review now. Ja.
