Dizzy's Date
A GGX fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 3: Starting the Date
Disclaimer - Don't own them, won't ever
*Words Here* - Thoughts
* * *- Scene Change
Warning- Dizzy acting like a teenager! Interested in boys! The gamefaqs members are going to kill me for this.
Authors Note- Ok, I've kept you guessing about what as going to happen. Now they go on a happy date? Nope, that wouldn't be funny, now would it? Well, let's get this going.
Johnny sat, drinking a cup of coffee and trying to keep his mind off Dizzy. Finally, he grabbed a paper left on the table and began to read.
"Leader of Holy Knights and Diplomat of Zepp to Meet Here Tonight!"
"Drunken Ninja Spotted Again Today, Caused Ruckus At Bar!"
"Billiards Playing Bounty Hunter Rumored To Be In Town! If Seen, Call Police At Once!"
"Famous Fighting Cook To Showcase Her Recipes At Local Restaurant!"
"One Armed Sword Wielding Woman Wanted For Attack On Local."
Johnny stared at the paper for several seconds longer, than threw it down rather forcibly.
"God Damnit!"
* * * * *
Dizzy walked silently, enjoying the moment while preventing Necro from taking over her body. Both of her wings had reacted badly to Sol's appearance and the discovery that he was her date. Undine had settled down and finally agreed, she could tell that there was nothing that would stop her. Necro, however, had no given up, never believing Dizzy had to willpower to contain him.
*Serves him right. He always thinks he can do what he wants.*
She looked up at Sol, and took a hold of his hand, silently walking. Sol's face was its normal grimace, but he somehow looked happier, more content. It showed none of the chaos going on inside.
*Ok, I'm only here to fix the mistake before. I shouldn't have let her go.*
*You like her, don't you? That's why you let her go before, and that's why you're on this date.*
*I DO NOT LIKE HER!!!*
At this point, Dizzy looked up and smiled at Sol. For a second, Sol didn't know what to do, then he slowly smiled back. Dizzy smiled even wider at this return of affection and Sol's mental argument ended quickly.
*You like her, admit it.*
*...Shut up.*
*Say it.*
*...Fine, I like her and I don't plan to kill her.*
*And you plan to give her the night of her life, while protecting her.*
*...Fine.*
*Good. I won't let you live it down if you don't.*
Sol found himself feeling something he hadn't felt in hundreds of years. A feeling of love. Not just a physical attraction, but something deeper, something that could, and would, last hundreds of years. Dizzy and Sol already loved each other enough, they just needed to learn if they could stay together. Sol was a natural wanderer, never staying in the same spot. Dizzy wanted to settle down, lead a life that most everyone else lived, a non-eventful life, one of normality. None of that mattered right now, only the date did. Both of them wanted it to be perfect. Fate however, didn't.
Thus, the most exciting and chaotic night either Dizzy or Sol ever experienced began.
* * * * *
Sol's first stop was a restaurant/bar, a great place with great food, not formal snobbish, but not a run of the mill restaurant either. The place was split down the center, bar on one side, restaurant on the other. The owner was smart, and double soundproofed the walls, a bar fight could be going on the other side and no one would ever hear it. The only way though was by an employee only entrance, normal customers had to go outside and through the other door, preventing drunks from just walking in. Sol had enough money from his bounties to easily last the night, he rarely spent any money, and earned quite a bit over the years. In short order Dizzy and Sol were seated at a table, menus in their hands, and after a waiter appeared, both ordered the special, which was some form of full course mean cooked by a famous Chinese cook who was visiting, and neither Dizzy or Sol made the connection. They waited for their food in relative silence until Dizzy finally asked about gears in general, something Sol wasn't ready for.
"Gears? Why do you want to talk about gears?"
"Because Johnny doesn't know a lot about them and Testament doesn't think I should hear about them."
Sol, for the first time in his life, found himself unable to speak. Dizzy, as a gear, had never meant any other but Testament and Sol, and didn't know Sol was a gear, or that in a strange way had a hand in making them. He had fought and killed more gears than he could remember, knew enough to easily tell her, yet he couldn't. Finally, he started.
"Well, you've never really met a gear, in a sense."
"Testament's a gear."
*And so am I, even though you don't know that.* Sol continued, trying to put his thoughts into words.
"He, and you, are not normal gears. Testament is a human turned gear, and you are only a half gear, neither are you are gears in the normal sense, which is good."
"Why? What's so bad about normal gears?"
"They're...they're mindless killing machines, unable to think at all. Their only purpose is to kill and destroy, nothing more. They were controlled by a gear named Justice, who I killed about a year ago."
Sol looked up, and saw Dizzy crying, and again found himself at a loss of words.
"We're only meant to kill, that's what Testament didn't want me to know. I can't blame him, I know I'm still not ready to accept many things that he hasn't told me, but I will be someday." She looked up at him, smiling though the tears. "I'll be fine, just give me a minute."
At this point, screams came from the entrance of the store, and Sol looked up to spot none other than Chipp Zanuff, ready for a fight.
* * * * *
Chipp Zanuff walked down the street, the drunkest he had ever been. He couldn't remember why he was drunk, only that he had trouble walking straight, and that something awaited him father up the road. He didn't know what, he just knew it was there, or at least his hoped it was.
*Maybe it's my ride. Maybe it's another bar. Maybe it's a monkey. That's it, a six armed monkey carrying anti-drunk pills.* Chipp had no idea where that thought had come from, or more importantly, how he knew the monkey. Then another thought came to him.
*What happens if the monkey won't give me the pills.* Chipp reverted to his Mafia methods, which was either to bribe the monkey or kill the monkey and make it look like an accident, and he didn't have any money. He arrived at the spot where he would meet the monkey, but it never showed.
*Stupid monkeys.* Chipp hated monkeys, more than any other animals in the world. Other than Mafia members. Chipp never noticed that those two had little connection, other than intelligence.
Chipp noticed something, and turned to see Sol Badguy, walking with someone he didn't recognize. Instantly, a second thought entered his mind.
*Kill Sol Badguy.* Chipp didn't know where this thought had come either, but for some reason, it instantly became his main goal. He ran after Sol, but his level of intoxication impacted his running skills to the point of changing direction, which was right into the ground, causing a great deal of pain, most of which Chipp never noticed. Getting up, he began to run again. This time, he actually made it more than a couple of inches before the ground renewed their sudden meeting. In this manner Chipp continued, finally managed to arrive at the restaurant. He would have past it by if he hadn't spotted Sol and whoever he was with.
*Kill Sol Badguy.* Chipp still followed the part of his part mind that seemed to be in control. Rather than use the door, Chipp burst through the entire entrance, destroying the door and most of the wall with it. He slowly walked inside, noticing that Sol got up and approached him. He got ready for the fight, then made the biggest mistake he could have.
He looked over Sol's shoulder, to the girl, who turned out to be Dizzy. She was crying, and only one thought came to Chipp, which he could not explain, only obey.
*Run. Like. Hell.*
Chipp did, leaving Sol, Dizzy, and several dozen other people gawking.
* * * * *
Ky and Potekmin walked down the street, working out their treaty.
"The Holy Order will agree to ignore any use of technology by any residents of Zepp."
"In return, Zepp promises to supply any troops needed for any major skirmishes with either gear or human."
"We'll discuss the details over dinner." Ky pointed towards town.
Before Potekmin could reply, a high pitched whining was heard. The pitch never changed, but got steadily louder, and Ky and Potekmin finally found the source of the noise to be a figure running towards them. As the pitch got louder, so did the figure, and finally Ky and Potekmin could identify the figure.
Chipp Zanuff.
Screaming like a little girl.
Neither Ky or Potekmin could say anything as Chipp ran past; his voice so high pitched it hurt their ears. He never stopped for either of them, or for anything else, the pair could still hear him even after they had lost sight of him. Ky looked over at Potekmin, slowly regaining his senses.
"What was that?"
"I have no idea, but something says we'll be dealing with it soon."
"Agreed. We should be ready." The pair resumed their course, more alert for attacks of any kind.
* * * * *
Sol, having not fought or been involved in any of the damage Chipp had caused, was not even questioned or fined; he simply explained he had been so surprised he had gotten out of his seat. The dinner continued, if with a sudden breeze. Sol and Dizzy ate in relative silence, talking occasionally about little things of little importance. Finally, they finished, and Dizzy politely refused dessert, and both stood, paid, and departed. As they walked, Sol looked around, not finding anything to do, and turned to Dizzy.
"What would you like to do?"
"Hmmmm" Dizzy looked around as well, trying to decide what to do.
"I know! Let's go see a movie!" Dizzy half walked with, half dragged Sol over the theater, who wasn't unwilling, just liked to take his time. He never even read what the movie was, he just asked for two tickets and walked inside, Dizzy ahead, waving for him to hurry up.
*This date thing isn't half bad.*
*I could have told you that.*
*And I never would have trusted you, considering your past, Fredrick.*
*Just because I was a scientist does not mean I never went on a date.*
*No time for this, back to the date.* Sol quicken his pace, for the first time in his life happy.
End Chapter 3
Authors Note - Well, yet another chapter finished. I can't say how long the next chapter will take, mostly because I want to work on other things. Like school. That one's important.
A GGX fic by: Shamgi
Chapter 3: Starting the Date
Disclaimer - Don't own them, won't ever
*Words Here* - Thoughts
* * *- Scene Change
Warning- Dizzy acting like a teenager! Interested in boys! The gamefaqs members are going to kill me for this.
Authors Note- Ok, I've kept you guessing about what as going to happen. Now they go on a happy date? Nope, that wouldn't be funny, now would it? Well, let's get this going.
Johnny sat, drinking a cup of coffee and trying to keep his mind off Dizzy. Finally, he grabbed a paper left on the table and began to read.
"Leader of Holy Knights and Diplomat of Zepp to Meet Here Tonight!"
"Drunken Ninja Spotted Again Today, Caused Ruckus At Bar!"
"Billiards Playing Bounty Hunter Rumored To Be In Town! If Seen, Call Police At Once!"
"Famous Fighting Cook To Showcase Her Recipes At Local Restaurant!"
"One Armed Sword Wielding Woman Wanted For Attack On Local."
Johnny stared at the paper for several seconds longer, than threw it down rather forcibly.
"God Damnit!"
* * * * *
Dizzy walked silently, enjoying the moment while preventing Necro from taking over her body. Both of her wings had reacted badly to Sol's appearance and the discovery that he was her date. Undine had settled down and finally agreed, she could tell that there was nothing that would stop her. Necro, however, had no given up, never believing Dizzy had to willpower to contain him.
*Serves him right. He always thinks he can do what he wants.*
She looked up at Sol, and took a hold of his hand, silently walking. Sol's face was its normal grimace, but he somehow looked happier, more content. It showed none of the chaos going on inside.
*Ok, I'm only here to fix the mistake before. I shouldn't have let her go.*
*You like her, don't you? That's why you let her go before, and that's why you're on this date.*
*I DO NOT LIKE HER!!!*
At this point, Dizzy looked up and smiled at Sol. For a second, Sol didn't know what to do, then he slowly smiled back. Dizzy smiled even wider at this return of affection and Sol's mental argument ended quickly.
*You like her, admit it.*
*...Shut up.*
*Say it.*
*...Fine, I like her and I don't plan to kill her.*
*And you plan to give her the night of her life, while protecting her.*
*...Fine.*
*Good. I won't let you live it down if you don't.*
Sol found himself feeling something he hadn't felt in hundreds of years. A feeling of love. Not just a physical attraction, but something deeper, something that could, and would, last hundreds of years. Dizzy and Sol already loved each other enough, they just needed to learn if they could stay together. Sol was a natural wanderer, never staying in the same spot. Dizzy wanted to settle down, lead a life that most everyone else lived, a non-eventful life, one of normality. None of that mattered right now, only the date did. Both of them wanted it to be perfect. Fate however, didn't.
Thus, the most exciting and chaotic night either Dizzy or Sol ever experienced began.
* * * * *
Sol's first stop was a restaurant/bar, a great place with great food, not formal snobbish, but not a run of the mill restaurant either. The place was split down the center, bar on one side, restaurant on the other. The owner was smart, and double soundproofed the walls, a bar fight could be going on the other side and no one would ever hear it. The only way though was by an employee only entrance, normal customers had to go outside and through the other door, preventing drunks from just walking in. Sol had enough money from his bounties to easily last the night, he rarely spent any money, and earned quite a bit over the years. In short order Dizzy and Sol were seated at a table, menus in their hands, and after a waiter appeared, both ordered the special, which was some form of full course mean cooked by a famous Chinese cook who was visiting, and neither Dizzy or Sol made the connection. They waited for their food in relative silence until Dizzy finally asked about gears in general, something Sol wasn't ready for.
"Gears? Why do you want to talk about gears?"
"Because Johnny doesn't know a lot about them and Testament doesn't think I should hear about them."
Sol, for the first time in his life, found himself unable to speak. Dizzy, as a gear, had never meant any other but Testament and Sol, and didn't know Sol was a gear, or that in a strange way had a hand in making them. He had fought and killed more gears than he could remember, knew enough to easily tell her, yet he couldn't. Finally, he started.
"Well, you've never really met a gear, in a sense."
"Testament's a gear."
*And so am I, even though you don't know that.* Sol continued, trying to put his thoughts into words.
"He, and you, are not normal gears. Testament is a human turned gear, and you are only a half gear, neither are you are gears in the normal sense, which is good."
"Why? What's so bad about normal gears?"
"They're...they're mindless killing machines, unable to think at all. Their only purpose is to kill and destroy, nothing more. They were controlled by a gear named Justice, who I killed about a year ago."
Sol looked up, and saw Dizzy crying, and again found himself at a loss of words.
"We're only meant to kill, that's what Testament didn't want me to know. I can't blame him, I know I'm still not ready to accept many things that he hasn't told me, but I will be someday." She looked up at him, smiling though the tears. "I'll be fine, just give me a minute."
At this point, screams came from the entrance of the store, and Sol looked up to spot none other than Chipp Zanuff, ready for a fight.
* * * * *
Chipp Zanuff walked down the street, the drunkest he had ever been. He couldn't remember why he was drunk, only that he had trouble walking straight, and that something awaited him father up the road. He didn't know what, he just knew it was there, or at least his hoped it was.
*Maybe it's my ride. Maybe it's another bar. Maybe it's a monkey. That's it, a six armed monkey carrying anti-drunk pills.* Chipp had no idea where that thought had come from, or more importantly, how he knew the monkey. Then another thought came to him.
*What happens if the monkey won't give me the pills.* Chipp reverted to his Mafia methods, which was either to bribe the monkey or kill the monkey and make it look like an accident, and he didn't have any money. He arrived at the spot where he would meet the monkey, but it never showed.
*Stupid monkeys.* Chipp hated monkeys, more than any other animals in the world. Other than Mafia members. Chipp never noticed that those two had little connection, other than intelligence.
Chipp noticed something, and turned to see Sol Badguy, walking with someone he didn't recognize. Instantly, a second thought entered his mind.
*Kill Sol Badguy.* Chipp didn't know where this thought had come either, but for some reason, it instantly became his main goal. He ran after Sol, but his level of intoxication impacted his running skills to the point of changing direction, which was right into the ground, causing a great deal of pain, most of which Chipp never noticed. Getting up, he began to run again. This time, he actually made it more than a couple of inches before the ground renewed their sudden meeting. In this manner Chipp continued, finally managed to arrive at the restaurant. He would have past it by if he hadn't spotted Sol and whoever he was with.
*Kill Sol Badguy.* Chipp still followed the part of his part mind that seemed to be in control. Rather than use the door, Chipp burst through the entire entrance, destroying the door and most of the wall with it. He slowly walked inside, noticing that Sol got up and approached him. He got ready for the fight, then made the biggest mistake he could have.
He looked over Sol's shoulder, to the girl, who turned out to be Dizzy. She was crying, and only one thought came to Chipp, which he could not explain, only obey.
*Run. Like. Hell.*
Chipp did, leaving Sol, Dizzy, and several dozen other people gawking.
* * * * *
Ky and Potekmin walked down the street, working out their treaty.
"The Holy Order will agree to ignore any use of technology by any residents of Zepp."
"In return, Zepp promises to supply any troops needed for any major skirmishes with either gear or human."
"We'll discuss the details over dinner." Ky pointed towards town.
Before Potekmin could reply, a high pitched whining was heard. The pitch never changed, but got steadily louder, and Ky and Potekmin finally found the source of the noise to be a figure running towards them. As the pitch got louder, so did the figure, and finally Ky and Potekmin could identify the figure.
Chipp Zanuff.
Screaming like a little girl.
Neither Ky or Potekmin could say anything as Chipp ran past; his voice so high pitched it hurt their ears. He never stopped for either of them, or for anything else, the pair could still hear him even after they had lost sight of him. Ky looked over at Potekmin, slowly regaining his senses.
"What was that?"
"I have no idea, but something says we'll be dealing with it soon."
"Agreed. We should be ready." The pair resumed their course, more alert for attacks of any kind.
* * * * *
Sol, having not fought or been involved in any of the damage Chipp had caused, was not even questioned or fined; he simply explained he had been so surprised he had gotten out of his seat. The dinner continued, if with a sudden breeze. Sol and Dizzy ate in relative silence, talking occasionally about little things of little importance. Finally, they finished, and Dizzy politely refused dessert, and both stood, paid, and departed. As they walked, Sol looked around, not finding anything to do, and turned to Dizzy.
"What would you like to do?"
"Hmmmm" Dizzy looked around as well, trying to decide what to do.
"I know! Let's go see a movie!" Dizzy half walked with, half dragged Sol over the theater, who wasn't unwilling, just liked to take his time. He never even read what the movie was, he just asked for two tickets and walked inside, Dizzy ahead, waving for him to hurry up.
*This date thing isn't half bad.*
*I could have told you that.*
*And I never would have trusted you, considering your past, Fredrick.*
*Just because I was a scientist does not mean I never went on a date.*
*No time for this, back to the date.* Sol quicken his pace, for the first time in his life happy.
End Chapter 3
Authors Note - Well, yet another chapter finished. I can't say how long the next chapter will take, mostly because I want to work on other things. Like school. That one's important.