Author's note: I'm glad that so many of you enjoyed my work. I really
appreciate it. ^^" And don't worry, it'll get more.. exciting and less
mushy. Just like I promised. And if you haven't noticed already, the girls
are playing the guys parts basically and vise versa. But don't worry,
you'll see why I did it later. It'll be funny, trust me.
I'd also like to take the time to share the spotlight. This story is co-authored by one of my best friends, Ryu. She plays Kitchel in this fanfic (she'll show up later on) and I kinda play Cesia. We both thought up part of this story, so once she gets some of her original fanfics up, you should check them out.
Anyways, let's continue where we left off ~ * ~ * ~
Chapter 2~ Enter Kitchel! The drunken..pirate?
As Rath sat on his bed, staring at the medallion, he heard his father's footsteps approaching his bedroom door. He quickly shoved the pendant in his shirt.
"Rath, are you up?" Alfeegi knocked at the door.
"Yes. Come in." He said frantically buttoning his shirt. Alfeegi walked in and handed Rath a box. Inside the box was a formal white dress shirt, a pair of black pants, and a belt. "What gives? Why are you giving me this crap? Don't tell me you're gonna make me wear this!"
"Well, that's kind of the point of buying 'crap' as you so kindly put it, to wear it, so, yes. I expect you to wear it today, crap or not. Today is Delta's ceremony."
"Well, you're right. It's not crap. It's shit! And why do I have to go to gay Delta's ceremony anyway?"
"Because she loves you and she is royalty. Perfect match." Rath went to go change, but came back shortly.
"I can't get this belt on!"
"What?" Alfeegi walked over to Rath as he struggled to get the pin into the hole.
"I'm baking a cake- I said I can't get the damn belt on, you deaf??"
"You must have gained weight because I'm certain that I got the right size. But one way or another, you have to wear it today so you had better figure out how you're going to get it on your fat body."
"I'm not fat you insensitive jerk! I'd like to see you get it on." Rath handed Alfeegi the belt.
"Easy enough." Alfeegi said tackling Rath and squeezing poor Rath into the belt. "There! You didn't exactly say WHO to put it on, so I just figured you meant for me to get it on YOU." Alfeegi walked out the door laughing hysterically.
"..bastard.." Rath mumbled.
Meanwhile, out on the sea, a young girl holding a bottle of sake waded onto shore. Her clothes were worn and from a leather strap around her waist was a pistol. Her eyes hung with a look of drunkenness and she could barely walk in a strait line.
"9,945,357 bottles of chocolate milk on the wall, 9,945,357 bottles of chocolate milk, you drink a whole cup until you throw up, 9,945,356 bottles of chocolate milk on the wall. 9,945,3- BLEGH!!!" She was cut off from singing by.. I think you know what. "Oh, what a hangover." A nearby guard spotted her and came running up. "Hey! You over there!" "Hey! There you are!" "Do I know you?" "No, but you're there." "That-that's besides the point. Is that sake? Because it's banned from this island." "Nope. It's chocolate milk! Have some!" The girl offered him the sake. "Umm, okay." "By the way, my name's Kitchel." *A half an hour later* "9,945,356 bottles of chocolate milk on the wall"
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I think that went pretty well. What do you guys think? By now, you should know that Kitchel is playing the part of Jack Sparrow. As for the chocolate milk thing going on, let's just say that there's a certain hour of the night when you come up with some crazy crap. HURRAY FOR CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!!
I'd also like to take the time to share the spotlight. This story is co-authored by one of my best friends, Ryu. She plays Kitchel in this fanfic (she'll show up later on) and I kinda play Cesia. We both thought up part of this story, so once she gets some of her original fanfics up, you should check them out.
Anyways, let's continue where we left off ~ * ~ * ~
Chapter 2~ Enter Kitchel! The drunken..pirate?
As Rath sat on his bed, staring at the medallion, he heard his father's footsteps approaching his bedroom door. He quickly shoved the pendant in his shirt.
"Rath, are you up?" Alfeegi knocked at the door.
"Yes. Come in." He said frantically buttoning his shirt. Alfeegi walked in and handed Rath a box. Inside the box was a formal white dress shirt, a pair of black pants, and a belt. "What gives? Why are you giving me this crap? Don't tell me you're gonna make me wear this!"
"Well, that's kind of the point of buying 'crap' as you so kindly put it, to wear it, so, yes. I expect you to wear it today, crap or not. Today is Delta's ceremony."
"Well, you're right. It's not crap. It's shit! And why do I have to go to gay Delta's ceremony anyway?"
"Because she loves you and she is royalty. Perfect match." Rath went to go change, but came back shortly.
"I can't get this belt on!"
"What?" Alfeegi walked over to Rath as he struggled to get the pin into the hole.
"I'm baking a cake- I said I can't get the damn belt on, you deaf??"
"You must have gained weight because I'm certain that I got the right size. But one way or another, you have to wear it today so you had better figure out how you're going to get it on your fat body."
"I'm not fat you insensitive jerk! I'd like to see you get it on." Rath handed Alfeegi the belt.
"Easy enough." Alfeegi said tackling Rath and squeezing poor Rath into the belt. "There! You didn't exactly say WHO to put it on, so I just figured you meant for me to get it on YOU." Alfeegi walked out the door laughing hysterically.
"..bastard.." Rath mumbled.
Meanwhile, out on the sea, a young girl holding a bottle of sake waded onto shore. Her clothes were worn and from a leather strap around her waist was a pistol. Her eyes hung with a look of drunkenness and she could barely walk in a strait line.
"9,945,357 bottles of chocolate milk on the wall, 9,945,357 bottles of chocolate milk, you drink a whole cup until you throw up, 9,945,356 bottles of chocolate milk on the wall. 9,945,3- BLEGH!!!" She was cut off from singing by.. I think you know what. "Oh, what a hangover." A nearby guard spotted her and came running up. "Hey! You over there!" "Hey! There you are!" "Do I know you?" "No, but you're there." "That-that's besides the point. Is that sake? Because it's banned from this island." "Nope. It's chocolate milk! Have some!" The girl offered him the sake. "Umm, okay." "By the way, my name's Kitchel." *A half an hour later* "9,945,356 bottles of chocolate milk on the wall"
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I think that went pretty well. What do you guys think? By now, you should know that Kitchel is playing the part of Jack Sparrow. As for the chocolate milk thing going on, let's just say that there's a certain hour of the night when you come up with some crazy crap. HURRAY FOR CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!!