Disclaimer: I don't own FFIX. Say it with me now....I dooonnnttt owwwwn Fiiinal Fantassssy Niiiiine......Right? Ok. ^_^
(And so it goes on....and on....and on....)
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"There's no way I can sleep with you still awake."
Lani's voice drifted through the open doorway.
"That's something you can worry about tonight, Lani," said Amarant, leaning against the wall, just outside of her room.
"What do you think I should wear?" she asked, and the sounds of ruffling came from inside. "Looks like Dagger generously supplied me with a few varieties of dresses, and oooh, look, a tux!"
Amarant rolled his eyes, "You aren't wearing a tux, Lani."
He heard her laugh, "Of course I'm not. You are."
"Like hell I am."
"Oooooh, come on!" Her head appeared through the doorway, complete with a nice, sarcastic grin.
"Get out of my room."
She frowned, "I'm not in your room. I'm in your air, and air's free around here that last time I checked." Then her head disappeared. "Amarant, you HAVE to wear a tux! Think about how surprised everyone would be!"
"Think about how the death rate would explode when they all have heart attacks."
"Exactly!"
"That's not the kind of entrance I'm looking for. Who says I'm going, anyway?"
"I say so!"
"Say what you want, but I'm not wearing a tux, and I'm not going."
"Well," her voice changed from giddy, to dubious, "The suit probably wouldn't fit you anyway. How about this-"
"No."
"Listen to what I have to say!"
"No."
"Grrrrr!" growled Lani, and stormed through the open doorway. "Fine! I don't care what you wear! You can go stark naked if you want, but will you PLEASE come?"
"That's not funny."
"PLEEEEEAAASE?"
"Fine."
As soon as he'd said it, she'd realized just how dumb she was. What an old, dirty trick! She'd just given in to him, for absolutely no reason at all! He'd would've gone all along, but, knowing how desperately she wanted him to come, he'd used it against her to get out of wearing a tux!
"Hey, wait a minute-"
"It's too late. Get dressed, Lani."
She glowered at him, and hostily left his presense, just wishing she had another door to slam in his face.
"By the way," she heard him say. "Why do you want me to go that bad?"
She snorted, "It's not that I want you to go, it's that I don't want to go alone."
"Ah."
"Why?"
"I tend to get curious about these things."
She raised an eyebrow, "What things?"
"You know -- when you go balistic to hear I'll be abandoning you for a period of time say, oh, over five minutes."
"I do not!"
"Get dressed, Lani."
"Don't peek!"
"Not in my worst nightmares."
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Amarant leaned against the wall beside the bedroom door, now. He'd been reluctant to move, but Lani had threatened that she would keep stalling until he'd left the connecting door's premisis completely. He wore his regular clothes, of course, not being able to see why he had to
look fancy at all. Time was wearing thin, but his patience wore thinner. He began to count the minutes after about half an hour of waiting for her to dress.
He'd only counted twelve minutes before he heard a loud crash sound inside of Lani's room. Grinning inwardly, he pushed himself off the wall and slowly approached the connecting doorway. Cautiously, he froze and stood just around the corner of her room, "You're still alive, right?"
Lani's voice was drenched with pain, "Just bare...ly..."
Amarant snorted, as he heard the the sound of shuffling glass. "What's you break? A vase?"
"Oh, no," came Lani's sarcastic voice. "Just my hip, that's all."
Again, he snorted, "Hurry up."
Suddenly, Lani burst through the open doorway, limping all the while. She wore the meanest of all mean grimaces on her face, and stopped to glare defiantly, without words. Amarant was about to make some smart-alec comment on her lateness, but his throat abruptly became raw, and tight. He tried to swallow his surprise, but failed. Instead, he stumbled backwards.
The bounty huntress was....Instead of her usual, red-and-yellow outfit, she wore a blue, slender, long and simple dress. It was made of velvet, clearly, but it had a short rip at the bottom, along the seam. The dress, however, was not the only thing that appalled him. Lani's hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her ears....they had EARINGS!
She noticed his surprise and smirked, moving forward. "Yeah, I know, it's the only dress I couldn't find that wasn't smothered in lace," she said, as she shoved past him.
Slowly, Amarant turned around to peer at her more closely. No axe, no filth on her face, no grubby hands, and no bright, unusual colours. If that was Lani under all that simple, but stupifying glamour, then he was Zidane's best friend. Of course, that couldn't be, because even disguised as she was, Amarant knew that all-too-famliar glint in her eyes. This time, he managed to swallow, "You're...Lani?"
"Mmm?" she wanted to know.
Amarant shook his head, finally beginning to absorb it all, "Never....mind. But...Lani? Aren't you going a little overboard?"
Lani moved forward, giving him a look that clearly said, "WHAT?" and stuck her face close to his. He took an unvoluntary step backwards. "You don't LIKE it? Is it too FANCY for you???" she whispered fiercly.
This time, Amarant held his composure, "I can't say. It's just not you."
"Well, it had BETTER be me by the time we get to the dinner, or YOU are going to end up with Eiko as your dance partner!" she quipped, and turned around, almost tripping over the seam of her dress. She cursed and headed for the door.
"Dance? I'm not dancing," said Amarant, sternly. He walked after her, and pushed her through the door when she stopped to look at him.
"You are if you have to. And you'll have to, when it comes time. Unless, you'd PREFER to dance with Eiko?"
"I'd prefer to dance with no one," he said, simply.
"That's look a little odd, don't you think?" she joked, walking ahead of him as they started down the hall. Amarant made sure to close both of the doors before her followed her. If anyone looked inside and saw clothes strewn across the floor, they'd probably get the wrong idea.
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(Yeah, so it's short. A LOT of my ficcy's are short, aren't they? Ooooh, well. I'll get the next chapter up soon, though not THAT soon, cause I got my crossover and my MASTERPIECE (trumpet sounds) to finish. *grin* Let's just say that....I have a lot to do? lol)
(And so it goes on....and on....and on....)
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"There's no way I can sleep with you still awake."
Lani's voice drifted through the open doorway.
"That's something you can worry about tonight, Lani," said Amarant, leaning against the wall, just outside of her room.
"What do you think I should wear?" she asked, and the sounds of ruffling came from inside. "Looks like Dagger generously supplied me with a few varieties of dresses, and oooh, look, a tux!"
Amarant rolled his eyes, "You aren't wearing a tux, Lani."
He heard her laugh, "Of course I'm not. You are."
"Like hell I am."
"Oooooh, come on!" Her head appeared through the doorway, complete with a nice, sarcastic grin.
"Get out of my room."
She frowned, "I'm not in your room. I'm in your air, and air's free around here that last time I checked." Then her head disappeared. "Amarant, you HAVE to wear a tux! Think about how surprised everyone would be!"
"Think about how the death rate would explode when they all have heart attacks."
"Exactly!"
"That's not the kind of entrance I'm looking for. Who says I'm going, anyway?"
"I say so!"
"Say what you want, but I'm not wearing a tux, and I'm not going."
"Well," her voice changed from giddy, to dubious, "The suit probably wouldn't fit you anyway. How about this-"
"No."
"Listen to what I have to say!"
"No."
"Grrrrr!" growled Lani, and stormed through the open doorway. "Fine! I don't care what you wear! You can go stark naked if you want, but will you PLEASE come?"
"That's not funny."
"PLEEEEEAAASE?"
"Fine."
As soon as he'd said it, she'd realized just how dumb she was. What an old, dirty trick! She'd just given in to him, for absolutely no reason at all! He'd would've gone all along, but, knowing how desperately she wanted him to come, he'd used it against her to get out of wearing a tux!
"Hey, wait a minute-"
"It's too late. Get dressed, Lani."
She glowered at him, and hostily left his presense, just wishing she had another door to slam in his face.
"By the way," she heard him say. "Why do you want me to go that bad?"
She snorted, "It's not that I want you to go, it's that I don't want to go alone."
"Ah."
"Why?"
"I tend to get curious about these things."
She raised an eyebrow, "What things?"
"You know -- when you go balistic to hear I'll be abandoning you for a period of time say, oh, over five minutes."
"I do not!"
"Get dressed, Lani."
"Don't peek!"
"Not in my worst nightmares."
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Amarant leaned against the wall beside the bedroom door, now. He'd been reluctant to move, but Lani had threatened that she would keep stalling until he'd left the connecting door's premisis completely. He wore his regular clothes, of course, not being able to see why he had to
look fancy at all. Time was wearing thin, but his patience wore thinner. He began to count the minutes after about half an hour of waiting for her to dress.
He'd only counted twelve minutes before he heard a loud crash sound inside of Lani's room. Grinning inwardly, he pushed himself off the wall and slowly approached the connecting doorway. Cautiously, he froze and stood just around the corner of her room, "You're still alive, right?"
Lani's voice was drenched with pain, "Just bare...ly..."
Amarant snorted, as he heard the the sound of shuffling glass. "What's you break? A vase?"
"Oh, no," came Lani's sarcastic voice. "Just my hip, that's all."
Again, he snorted, "Hurry up."
Suddenly, Lani burst through the open doorway, limping all the while. She wore the meanest of all mean grimaces on her face, and stopped to glare defiantly, without words. Amarant was about to make some smart-alec comment on her lateness, but his throat abruptly became raw, and tight. He tried to swallow his surprise, but failed. Instead, he stumbled backwards.
The bounty huntress was....Instead of her usual, red-and-yellow outfit, she wore a blue, slender, long and simple dress. It was made of velvet, clearly, but it had a short rip at the bottom, along the seam. The dress, however, was not the only thing that appalled him. Lani's hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her ears....they had EARINGS!
She noticed his surprise and smirked, moving forward. "Yeah, I know, it's the only dress I couldn't find that wasn't smothered in lace," she said, as she shoved past him.
Slowly, Amarant turned around to peer at her more closely. No axe, no filth on her face, no grubby hands, and no bright, unusual colours. If that was Lani under all that simple, but stupifying glamour, then he was Zidane's best friend. Of course, that couldn't be, because even disguised as she was, Amarant knew that all-too-famliar glint in her eyes. This time, he managed to swallow, "You're...Lani?"
"Mmm?" she wanted to know.
Amarant shook his head, finally beginning to absorb it all, "Never....mind. But...Lani? Aren't you going a little overboard?"
Lani moved forward, giving him a look that clearly said, "WHAT?" and stuck her face close to his. He took an unvoluntary step backwards. "You don't LIKE it? Is it too FANCY for you???" she whispered fiercly.
This time, Amarant held his composure, "I can't say. It's just not you."
"Well, it had BETTER be me by the time we get to the dinner, or YOU are going to end up with Eiko as your dance partner!" she quipped, and turned around, almost tripping over the seam of her dress. She cursed and headed for the door.
"Dance? I'm not dancing," said Amarant, sternly. He walked after her, and pushed her through the door when she stopped to look at him.
"You are if you have to. And you'll have to, when it comes time. Unless, you'd PREFER to dance with Eiko?"
"I'd prefer to dance with no one," he said, simply.
"That's look a little odd, don't you think?" she joked, walking ahead of him as they started down the hall. Amarant made sure to close both of the doors before her followed her. If anyone looked inside and saw clothes strewn across the floor, they'd probably get the wrong idea.
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(Yeah, so it's short. A LOT of my ficcy's are short, aren't they? Ooooh, well. I'll get the next chapter up soon, though not THAT soon, cause I got my crossover and my MASTERPIECE (trumpet sounds) to finish. *grin* Let's just say that....I have a lot to do? lol)