Chapter 2 is here! Tell all your family and friends!!!
Disclaimer: Aren't those things so annoying?
~*~
"Lulu, come quick!!!"
Lulu walked over and folded her arms across her chest. Tilting her head slightly, she coolly said, "Yuna, we must get to dinner. The others are waiting." With that, she walked ahead to the others.
Yuna shook her head. Her face flushed as she read what was on the paper over and over again. "This... poetry. I wonder who wrote it?" Though she refused to admit it, in the back of her mind Yuna was wondering if it was indeed poetry, or a babbling rant written by some stalker. Regaining her composure, she walked over to the campsite where the others were eating roast chicken and potatoes.
"Oh-hohoho! Look who's finally here!" Wakka shook a drumstick at Yuna. "Chicken's probably frigid by now, ya? Well, eat up!"
All during dinner, nobody spoke. Each person was concerned with his or her own thoughts. Kimahri and Lulu contemplated on the pilgrimage and temples to come. Auron tossed the idea of telling Yuna about Tidus around in his mind. Tidus watched Yuna, and thought about how beautiful she was ("Oh, that delicious cinnamon hair... those purty eyes..."), while she concentrated on her chicken, puzzling over who could've written that awful prose. Wakka, on the other hand, thought about chicken and noodle soup.
"Mmm... warms up the soul," he mused as he gnawed on his chicken bone.
After dinner, Yuna approached Lulu and whispered in her ear. "I have to... to show you something." With her nod of assent, Yuna led her over to a clearing in the nearby forest.
"I found this piece of paper..."
As Lulu's eyes passed over the scrawled letters, her expression turned not to one of puzzlement or amazement, but rather to one of amusement. Her lips curled into a gentle smirk. Looking up at Yuna, she said, "Isn't it a bit obvious who wrote this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just how many Spirans do you know that write poetry like this?"
"Nobody... that I know of..."
"I'll let you figure this one out." She turned her back to Yuna and headed for the campsite to clean up the mess Wakka made with the plates. Of course she knew it was Tidus. In Zanarkand, poetry was probably a thing of the past. They didn't need it; it was incomprehensible and pointless. But it seemed so romantic, Tidus just had to give it a try. Besides, the chemistry between the two was obvious. "Now to figure out why Tidus keeps staring at my chest...." she pondered.
"What do you mean, Lulu? Wait! I don't understand..."
Lulu called over her shoulder, "You will sometime."
Yuna sat down on a tree stump in a huff. "Of course it's not Kimahri or Sir Auron... Sir Auron? No... Wakka is like a big brother to me, so it can't be him... can it? It just can't be Tidus... He doesn't feel that way about me at all, and we just met a few weeks ago. But, oh, that cute cocky smile... the way he stands like he's the king of the world... those handsome, honest eyes..." Yuna gave a wistful sigh. "He's just always so happy... so upbeat. I wonder how he does it? If it's not him, then..." Jumping up with a start, her mouth gaped wide open. She shouted at the top of her lungs for the whole of Spira to hear...
"Isaaru!!!"
~*~
Heh heh heh. Sorry it was kinda short...
Wow, I have a newfound love of writing half-hearted semi-romance! It's so fun! Then I read over my work and LAUGH!!! Life is sweet. So sweet.
Chapter 3 coming to stores near you! If you review, that is... I'm not continuing till I get 879324 reviews!!! AHAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!! Cower before my devastating strength! I OWN YOU!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Aren't those things so annoying?
~*~
"Lulu, come quick!!!"
Lulu walked over and folded her arms across her chest. Tilting her head slightly, she coolly said, "Yuna, we must get to dinner. The others are waiting." With that, she walked ahead to the others.
Yuna shook her head. Her face flushed as she read what was on the paper over and over again. "This... poetry. I wonder who wrote it?" Though she refused to admit it, in the back of her mind Yuna was wondering if it was indeed poetry, or a babbling rant written by some stalker. Regaining her composure, she walked over to the campsite where the others were eating roast chicken and potatoes.
"Oh-hohoho! Look who's finally here!" Wakka shook a drumstick at Yuna. "Chicken's probably frigid by now, ya? Well, eat up!"
All during dinner, nobody spoke. Each person was concerned with his or her own thoughts. Kimahri and Lulu contemplated on the pilgrimage and temples to come. Auron tossed the idea of telling Yuna about Tidus around in his mind. Tidus watched Yuna, and thought about how beautiful she was ("Oh, that delicious cinnamon hair... those purty eyes..."), while she concentrated on her chicken, puzzling over who could've written that awful prose. Wakka, on the other hand, thought about chicken and noodle soup.
"Mmm... warms up the soul," he mused as he gnawed on his chicken bone.
After dinner, Yuna approached Lulu and whispered in her ear. "I have to... to show you something." With her nod of assent, Yuna led her over to a clearing in the nearby forest.
"I found this piece of paper..."
As Lulu's eyes passed over the scrawled letters, her expression turned not to one of puzzlement or amazement, but rather to one of amusement. Her lips curled into a gentle smirk. Looking up at Yuna, she said, "Isn't it a bit obvious who wrote this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just how many Spirans do you know that write poetry like this?"
"Nobody... that I know of..."
"I'll let you figure this one out." She turned her back to Yuna and headed for the campsite to clean up the mess Wakka made with the plates. Of course she knew it was Tidus. In Zanarkand, poetry was probably a thing of the past. They didn't need it; it was incomprehensible and pointless. But it seemed so romantic, Tidus just had to give it a try. Besides, the chemistry between the two was obvious. "Now to figure out why Tidus keeps staring at my chest...." she pondered.
"What do you mean, Lulu? Wait! I don't understand..."
Lulu called over her shoulder, "You will sometime."
Yuna sat down on a tree stump in a huff. "Of course it's not Kimahri or Sir Auron... Sir Auron? No... Wakka is like a big brother to me, so it can't be him... can it? It just can't be Tidus... He doesn't feel that way about me at all, and we just met a few weeks ago. But, oh, that cute cocky smile... the way he stands like he's the king of the world... those handsome, honest eyes..." Yuna gave a wistful sigh. "He's just always so happy... so upbeat. I wonder how he does it? If it's not him, then..." Jumping up with a start, her mouth gaped wide open. She shouted at the top of her lungs for the whole of Spira to hear...
"Isaaru!!!"
~*~
Heh heh heh. Sorry it was kinda short...
Wow, I have a newfound love of writing half-hearted semi-romance! It's so fun! Then I read over my work and LAUGH!!! Life is sweet. So sweet.
Chapter 3 coming to stores near you! If you review, that is... I'm not continuing till I get 879324 reviews!!! AHAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!! Cower before my devastating strength! I OWN YOU!!!!!!