Chapter 3- Shirtlessly We Roll Along, Damn It!

They'd been walking for about five miles and Auron still appeared to be blushing. Finally Braska stopped and said "We'd better be on our gaurds- we've been walking such a long time with NO moster attacks. That's never happened unless, of course, there was a boss coming up. While Auron pondered what Braska meant by "a boss", Jecht smiled mischieviously. "Of course we haven't been attacked," he thought to himself (as opposed to thinking to the others) "they are wary of attacking when a party member lacks a shirt."
Yes, it did seem apparent that fiends dare not attack such a fine specimen of shirtless manhood. Auron shook his head to physically shake the though from him. Shirtlessness couln't keep enemies back. though he had never been traveling with someone whose lack of a shirt was so apparent.
"Maybe we should all take our shirts off!" Braska grinned jovially.
Apparently they'd all been having the same internal monolouge! (Yes, that was what happened.*wink* It had nothing to do with the incompetitence of the author at the time *wink again*)
Braska looked down at his elaborate outfit. "I can't take my shirt off. I'm not even sure where it is. But Auron can take his off!"
Auron snarled and then scowled. "No." he said, holding his thick coat closer. Braska smiled gently.
"I think you should, Auron. Just once?"
"NO!"
Just then, three wild creatures came upon them. "Quick!" Braska shouter over the snarls and sounds of the fighting, "Auron! Take off your shirt!"
"No!"
"Do it!"
Auron couldn't fight of a slavering beast and argue with Braska at the same time, so he pulled one arm free of the restricting coat. The fabric falling down around his waist, leaving his shoulder bare. He wasn't shirtless- he was wearing a black top underneath.
Unbeknownst to him, Jecht paused in his fighting to stare at Auron's newly revealed body. Then he ginned and returned to the fray.
Soon the monsters had been smited and Braska was chuckling about "bosses" (whatever they were) and how he supposed there weren't any nearby. Auron growled at him and was readjusting his coat when Jecht turned toward him with a look of odd satisfaction in his eyes.
"What are you staring at, knave?!" he spat. This shirtless talk was making him a little bit uncomfortable, since he had never taken his shirt off. Braska had gone slightly ahead of them, looking for something called a "save point" and the two men were left alone.
"See?" Jecht said smugly. "Being shirtless is a good thing."
Auron shook his head. "I wasn't shirtless, you fool. I just took my coat off."
"Same difference." Jecht said airily.
"No!" Auron growled. He was offended. He had dignity- even coatless, he wouldn't be at Jecht's shirtless, dignity-less level.
"It is the same thing." Jecht insisted.
"Take that back!" Auron lunged at Jecht, and the two fell wrestling to the ground.
"Hey guys! I found the save point! Oh-!" he stopped short of the two wrestling men.
Chucking warmly once again, Braska skipped towards the same shining blue light further down the road.
Meanwhile, Jecht had managed to pin down Auron underneath him. This was not suprising, considering the limitations of Auron's coat and the weight of his sword. (though you probably don't want to know where he keeps it.)
Momentarily unable to move, Auron held still to catch his breath and plot his next move. He then looked up at Jecht's smug laughing face and abruptly realized the situation. His face burning with a manly blush, and he pushed at Jecht.
"Get up, knave!"
"Oh no, Auron, not until you agree with me."
Auron looked up over Jecht's shoulder and saw that Braska had returned. He stood a little ways away, perfectly at ease. And he was smirking. Auron had never seen such a smirk on gentle Braksa's face. Obviously Braska was greatly enjoying this. Auron desperatly tried to get up, and failed miserably.
Frustrated, he yelled to Braksa.
"Now, now, my fine guardian, do you really need my help?"
Of course, Auron's pride would not allow him to ask for help so. he tried to get up, but only suceeded in flailing his arms like a turtle flipped on its shell. "Aw, come on, that's pathetic!" Jecht barked.
Unfortunatly for Auron, Braska had a very short attention span and after a few moments of this he'd wandered off to find "more treasure". Jecht leaned close to Auron. Blushing his manly blush Auron sputtered, "GET OFF NOW!!! Braska's already Gone!!" Jecht leaned down and whispered into Auron's ear in a husky voice. "make me" Auron's head was ringing, and he was so dazed with confussion that he barely noticed that Jeckt had gotten up. When his head cleared , he scrambled to his feet, brushed off his coat and glared his very best glare at jecht, who was lounging against a tree and grinning. Auron growled and stalked off to find something to kill.. Jecht signed. This might take a bit longer than he'd expected.