Another chapter! Yay! I'm sorry for the delay, but I was working on my
Zelda fic.
Disclaimer; I don't own diddly-squad! Honestly!
Reno and Draco was still glaring at Flint, with a good help from Yuffie, when Vincent, Rude and Tifa arrived at the Quidditch pitch, slightly out of breath. Yuffie smiled at them.
" Vinnie, Tifa, what are you doing here?"
" We heard gunfire, and Vincent and Rude thought it was Reno." Tifa explained.
" It was." The redhead confirmed. Now, Tifa and the other two could see he had his gun out.
" But since Yuffie's still alive, who did you shoot?" Tifa asked, bewildered. Reno smirked, and pointed at the now quite dead Bludger lying on the grass. Vincent looked from Reno to the Bludger and back again. Vincent cleared his throat.
" Erm... Reno?"
" Yeah, Valentine?"
" Why did you shoot the defenceless little ball?" The tall gunslinger asked.
" Defenceless!? That friggin´ thing was aiming at my head! I swear, it was trying to kill me!" Reno exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the black leather ball. Once again, Vincent, now joined by Tifa and Rude, looked from the ball on the ground and back up at the redheaded Turk.
" Sure it was Reno." Vincent said, figuring that to agree with the obviously insane redhead was better than to disagree and possibly make him angry.
" Dammit Valentine! I'm telling the truth!" Reno said, angry that he wasn't believed.
" He is" Draco piped in, looking nervously from Vincent to Rude, wondering who the Hell they were, and if they were dangerous. Vincent stared at him.
" And who are you?" He asked. Tifa rolled her eyes.
" Vincent! There's no need to be rude!" She scolded. Vincent, who, unknown to the general population, actually had a sense of humour, couldn't pass the opportunity.
" But I'm not. He is." He said, pointing at Rude. Yuffie stared at him in bafflement.
" Vinnie?"
" Yes?"
" You have a sense of humour?" She asked, and Reno grinned.
" Yes." Vincent answered. Yuffie was just about to comment on this, when she looked over the tall mans shoulder, and exclaimed;
" Watch out Vincent!" The tall gunslinger didn't even look around him, but drew his Death Penalty, and shot behind him. There was a sound of leather ripping, and then a dull ´thud´.
" Great, Valentine. You've killed the little defenceless ball." Reno snickered.
" Now do you believe me when I say that it attacked me?" He continued, looking around at the three new-comers. Neither of them answered. Vincent was staring at the deceased Bludger, Tifa was wildly looking around her, trying to see where it had come from, and Rude was fighting down laughter. Draco however, knew exactly where it came from.
" FLINT! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! NOW!" He roared at his team mate.
While waiting for the Beater to come down, everyone teased Vincent.
" Hey, Valentine, you shot the little ball! How you feel?" Reno was saying. Vincent, trying to save whatever dignity he had left, re-sheathed his gun.
" I just reacted."
" Sure, that's what they all say." Reno smirked.
" Reno?" The tall man said sweetly.
" Yeah?"
" Shut up."
" Sure, whatever." The redhead said, lighting a cigarette. But he did shut up, because you didn't mess with Vincent Valentine if you valued your life. In the silence that ensued after Reno shut up, an argument could be heard.
" Flint, how many times do I have to tell you?! If you shoot a Bludger at non-players, I'll kick you of the team!" Draco yelled at the brown haired boy standing in front of him.
" But Draco, it was an accident!" Flint tried to defend himself. It didn't work.
" You're of the team, Flint!"
" What?!! You can't do that!" Flint exclaimed.
" Watch me." Draco hissed, and Flint decided to leave the pitch before he got hurt.
Draco turned around to find five people looking at him. Reno was grinning, Yuffie was smiling to herself, Tifa just stared, Vincent was studying his shoes, and Rude wore his usual blank expression.
" Whaaat?" He asked them.
" You scared the shit out of that guy." Reno said, still grinning. Draco shrugged.
" I can be scary if I want to, and threats are the only things that work on Flint, I'm afraid. His scull is too thick to understand anything else."
"Been there." Tifa said, rolling her eyes. Draco glanced at her, but didn't comment.
" However, now I have a problem with a capital P." He said. Seeing their blank expressions, he continued.
" After kicking Flint of the team, I am one Beater short, and we have a game on Friday. If I don't find a replacement before that, Slytherin will be out of the tournament for this year." He sighed.
" And no-one that I know of will be able to replace Flint."
Tifa looked thoughtful. She eyed the players, Draco, and the Bludger. She reached a decision.
" Hey, throw me that Bludger thing, will you?" She asked. Draco raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. Tifa balled her fists, and punched the leather ball. Everyone ducked as it shot past their heads, and watched it hit the stands on the other side of the pitch. Draco's jaw slacked.
" You've got a mean punch on you, Lockheart." Reno commented.
" Thank you." Tifa said. She noticed Draco staring her.
" What is it?" She asked the blond boy.
" That, was amazing!" He exclaimed. " How much will I have to pay you to be on my team?"
" Pay? You don't have to pay me! I'll play anyway." Tifa answered him, then watched silently as Draco went down on his knees.
" There is a God." He said, making the others laugh.
" Nah, kid, they killed him." Reno said, and then winced as Yuffie punched him.
" Shut up, Reno, he wasn't God!" She snapped.
" He said he was!" The redhead shot back. The argument was interrupted by a voice from the other side of the pitch.
"MALFOY!"
..Muahahahahahahaha! Cliffhanger! I am evil. Anyway, who is yelling at Draco Malfoy? Will Tifa be Slytherins new Beater? And will Reno get his Materia back? Who knows? Hopefully, you will find out in the next episode of You Must Be Joking! - Metallicafangirl.
Reno and Draco was still glaring at Flint, with a good help from Yuffie, when Vincent, Rude and Tifa arrived at the Quidditch pitch, slightly out of breath. Yuffie smiled at them.
" Vinnie, Tifa, what are you doing here?"
" We heard gunfire, and Vincent and Rude thought it was Reno." Tifa explained.
" It was." The redhead confirmed. Now, Tifa and the other two could see he had his gun out.
" But since Yuffie's still alive, who did you shoot?" Tifa asked, bewildered. Reno smirked, and pointed at the now quite dead Bludger lying on the grass. Vincent looked from Reno to the Bludger and back again. Vincent cleared his throat.
" Erm... Reno?"
" Yeah, Valentine?"
" Why did you shoot the defenceless little ball?" The tall gunslinger asked.
" Defenceless!? That friggin´ thing was aiming at my head! I swear, it was trying to kill me!" Reno exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the black leather ball. Once again, Vincent, now joined by Tifa and Rude, looked from the ball on the ground and back up at the redheaded Turk.
" Sure it was Reno." Vincent said, figuring that to agree with the obviously insane redhead was better than to disagree and possibly make him angry.
" Dammit Valentine! I'm telling the truth!" Reno said, angry that he wasn't believed.
" He is" Draco piped in, looking nervously from Vincent to Rude, wondering who the Hell they were, and if they were dangerous. Vincent stared at him.
" And who are you?" He asked. Tifa rolled her eyes.
" Vincent! There's no need to be rude!" She scolded. Vincent, who, unknown to the general population, actually had a sense of humour, couldn't pass the opportunity.
" But I'm not. He is." He said, pointing at Rude. Yuffie stared at him in bafflement.
" Vinnie?"
" Yes?"
" You have a sense of humour?" She asked, and Reno grinned.
" Yes." Vincent answered. Yuffie was just about to comment on this, when she looked over the tall mans shoulder, and exclaimed;
" Watch out Vincent!" The tall gunslinger didn't even look around him, but drew his Death Penalty, and shot behind him. There was a sound of leather ripping, and then a dull ´thud´.
" Great, Valentine. You've killed the little defenceless ball." Reno snickered.
" Now do you believe me when I say that it attacked me?" He continued, looking around at the three new-comers. Neither of them answered. Vincent was staring at the deceased Bludger, Tifa was wildly looking around her, trying to see where it had come from, and Rude was fighting down laughter. Draco however, knew exactly where it came from.
" FLINT! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE! NOW!" He roared at his team mate.
While waiting for the Beater to come down, everyone teased Vincent.
" Hey, Valentine, you shot the little ball! How you feel?" Reno was saying. Vincent, trying to save whatever dignity he had left, re-sheathed his gun.
" I just reacted."
" Sure, that's what they all say." Reno smirked.
" Reno?" The tall man said sweetly.
" Yeah?"
" Shut up."
" Sure, whatever." The redhead said, lighting a cigarette. But he did shut up, because you didn't mess with Vincent Valentine if you valued your life. In the silence that ensued after Reno shut up, an argument could be heard.
" Flint, how many times do I have to tell you?! If you shoot a Bludger at non-players, I'll kick you of the team!" Draco yelled at the brown haired boy standing in front of him.
" But Draco, it was an accident!" Flint tried to defend himself. It didn't work.
" You're of the team, Flint!"
" What?!! You can't do that!" Flint exclaimed.
" Watch me." Draco hissed, and Flint decided to leave the pitch before he got hurt.
Draco turned around to find five people looking at him. Reno was grinning, Yuffie was smiling to herself, Tifa just stared, Vincent was studying his shoes, and Rude wore his usual blank expression.
" Whaaat?" He asked them.
" You scared the shit out of that guy." Reno said, still grinning. Draco shrugged.
" I can be scary if I want to, and threats are the only things that work on Flint, I'm afraid. His scull is too thick to understand anything else."
"Been there." Tifa said, rolling her eyes. Draco glanced at her, but didn't comment.
" However, now I have a problem with a capital P." He said. Seeing their blank expressions, he continued.
" After kicking Flint of the team, I am one Beater short, and we have a game on Friday. If I don't find a replacement before that, Slytherin will be out of the tournament for this year." He sighed.
" And no-one that I know of will be able to replace Flint."
Tifa looked thoughtful. She eyed the players, Draco, and the Bludger. She reached a decision.
" Hey, throw me that Bludger thing, will you?" She asked. Draco raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. Tifa balled her fists, and punched the leather ball. Everyone ducked as it shot past their heads, and watched it hit the stands on the other side of the pitch. Draco's jaw slacked.
" You've got a mean punch on you, Lockheart." Reno commented.
" Thank you." Tifa said. She noticed Draco staring her.
" What is it?" She asked the blond boy.
" That, was amazing!" He exclaimed. " How much will I have to pay you to be on my team?"
" Pay? You don't have to pay me! I'll play anyway." Tifa answered him, then watched silently as Draco went down on his knees.
" There is a God." He said, making the others laugh.
" Nah, kid, they killed him." Reno said, and then winced as Yuffie punched him.
" Shut up, Reno, he wasn't God!" She snapped.
" He said he was!" The redhead shot back. The argument was interrupted by a voice from the other side of the pitch.
"MALFOY!"
..Muahahahahahahaha! Cliffhanger! I am evil. Anyway, who is yelling at Draco Malfoy? Will Tifa be Slytherins new Beater? And will Reno get his Materia back? Who knows? Hopefully, you will find out in the next episode of You Must Be Joking! - Metallicafangirl.
