Discaimer: I've run out of things to say in this space. I hate being
repetitive, but...I do not own Final Fantasy IX.
Chapter 10: Never Again
"Let go of me!" were the words screaming in his head, but nothing actually managed to come out except for a couple of squeaks. It was no help, of course. He didn't know how to make squeaks sound intimidating.
He noticed that the pain emitting from his tail was starting to become unbearable as the shopkeeper squeezed even harder so Zidane would not be able to shake it loose. He was already on the ground. How far did the shopkeeper expect him to go?
Just then he saw an orange come whizzing past his head and hit the shopkeeper right in-between the eyes. "Am I hallucinating, or is it raining fruit?" he thought to himself dizzily. "No. The pain can't be so bad that I'm hallucinating. I've been though worse, haven't I?" Another piece of fruit few by him. This time it was a pear. He felt the shopkeeper let go of his tail to try and use his hands as a shield from the flying fruit.
Zidane quickly looked up to see where the fruit was coming from. To his surprise, he saw the same thief that had gotten him in trouble standing a few yards away hurling his own batch of fruit. Unfortunately, he was still too far away to get a good look at him. Zidane scrambled up and started to run before the shopkeeper recuperated from the assault. He stopped when his saw some of his own fruit lying conveniently next to his foot...
The other boy was doing a good job holding off the shopkeeper while Zidane tried to escape, which he greatly appreciated, but he wanted to care of some things by himself for once instead of having to run away or having someone else rescue him. He picked up the fruit next to his foot - a tomato, what luck. He took a few steps closer to the shopkeeper with his tomato in hand. The shopkeeper was still using his hands as a shield but tried to pull them away from his face when his saw Zidane approaching him.
The next thing he knew, squish! The shopkeeper was left utterly blind and vulnerable from the juice. Zidane dodged around the man's flailing arms and managed to sneak a small bag of coins from his back pocket.
Zidane then took off in the opposite direction of the other thief while giving him a polite "thank you" wave. He felt kind of guilty because the shopkeeper started to chase the other boy when his eyes were cleared of the tomato juice, and there was nothing Zidane could do to help him. Zidane could barely help himself.
A few minutes later, when he was sure he had lost his pursuers, he stopped to rest. He was panting heavily after all the running he was forced to do. "I never got into this much trouble when I was back in Terra," he grumbled softly to himself. He looked down at his tail to see if it was ok. It ached a little from the shopkeepers abuse to it, and the fur was all ruffled out of place. "Why did he have to go for my tail? That's so low!" he whined to himself while he tried to use his hand to smooth the fur back in place.
He saw the pouch of money he had stolen from the shopkeeper in his hand and decided to put it somewhere safe. He started toward his back pocket before he realized that his paper was still in there.
"What's this?" he said to himself idly as his hand found the small piece of notepaper and pulled it out of his pocket. "Huh, I forgot this was in there," he said again as he examined the letter closer. He unfolded it carefully and noticed it was a letter addressed to himself.
"Dear Zidane," he read. "I'm sorry that I had to leave you here, but you have to understand it was for your own good. I didn't want you to have to go back to that place and live that kind of life. You don't deserve that kind of torment. No one does. I also want you to know that this is not goodbye. I'm going to come back for you, although I don't know when."
Zidane finished reading and stood with his mouth wide open for the next five minutes. When the shock had finally started to go down a little, he tucked the letter back into his back pocket along with the money he had stolen and found a comfy piece of ground to wait out the rest of the day on.
Author's Note: I know it's been ages since I last update, but I didn't really have a choice. Semester exams really brought me behind, and now I'm supposed to write a short story for my English class. It's taking up all my spare writing time (what little spare writing time I actually have). Sorry that this finally updated chapter is so short, but I hit a writer's block and it won. I'm also sorry for the Kuja fans. The next chapter will definitely be a Kuja chapter. I've already gotten some ideas for it (but of course they're not written down). And by the way, for this world, a tomato is going to be a fruit. I've heard arguments for it being a fruit and a vegetable, but I'll say it's a fruit for the sake of this (SHORT) chapter.....Read and Review!
-Insomniac-
Chapter 10: Never Again
"Let go of me!" were the words screaming in his head, but nothing actually managed to come out except for a couple of squeaks. It was no help, of course. He didn't know how to make squeaks sound intimidating.
He noticed that the pain emitting from his tail was starting to become unbearable as the shopkeeper squeezed even harder so Zidane would not be able to shake it loose. He was already on the ground. How far did the shopkeeper expect him to go?
Just then he saw an orange come whizzing past his head and hit the shopkeeper right in-between the eyes. "Am I hallucinating, or is it raining fruit?" he thought to himself dizzily. "No. The pain can't be so bad that I'm hallucinating. I've been though worse, haven't I?" Another piece of fruit few by him. This time it was a pear. He felt the shopkeeper let go of his tail to try and use his hands as a shield from the flying fruit.
Zidane quickly looked up to see where the fruit was coming from. To his surprise, he saw the same thief that had gotten him in trouble standing a few yards away hurling his own batch of fruit. Unfortunately, he was still too far away to get a good look at him. Zidane scrambled up and started to run before the shopkeeper recuperated from the assault. He stopped when his saw some of his own fruit lying conveniently next to his foot...
The other boy was doing a good job holding off the shopkeeper while Zidane tried to escape, which he greatly appreciated, but he wanted to care of some things by himself for once instead of having to run away or having someone else rescue him. He picked up the fruit next to his foot - a tomato, what luck. He took a few steps closer to the shopkeeper with his tomato in hand. The shopkeeper was still using his hands as a shield but tried to pull them away from his face when his saw Zidane approaching him.
The next thing he knew, squish! The shopkeeper was left utterly blind and vulnerable from the juice. Zidane dodged around the man's flailing arms and managed to sneak a small bag of coins from his back pocket.
Zidane then took off in the opposite direction of the other thief while giving him a polite "thank you" wave. He felt kind of guilty because the shopkeeper started to chase the other boy when his eyes were cleared of the tomato juice, and there was nothing Zidane could do to help him. Zidane could barely help himself.
A few minutes later, when he was sure he had lost his pursuers, he stopped to rest. He was panting heavily after all the running he was forced to do. "I never got into this much trouble when I was back in Terra," he grumbled softly to himself. He looked down at his tail to see if it was ok. It ached a little from the shopkeepers abuse to it, and the fur was all ruffled out of place. "Why did he have to go for my tail? That's so low!" he whined to himself while he tried to use his hand to smooth the fur back in place.
He saw the pouch of money he had stolen from the shopkeeper in his hand and decided to put it somewhere safe. He started toward his back pocket before he realized that his paper was still in there.
"What's this?" he said to himself idly as his hand found the small piece of notepaper and pulled it out of his pocket. "Huh, I forgot this was in there," he said again as he examined the letter closer. He unfolded it carefully and noticed it was a letter addressed to himself.
"Dear Zidane," he read. "I'm sorry that I had to leave you here, but you have to understand it was for your own good. I didn't want you to have to go back to that place and live that kind of life. You don't deserve that kind of torment. No one does. I also want you to know that this is not goodbye. I'm going to come back for you, although I don't know when."
Zidane finished reading and stood with his mouth wide open for the next five minutes. When the shock had finally started to go down a little, he tucked the letter back into his back pocket along with the money he had stolen and found a comfy piece of ground to wait out the rest of the day on.
Author's Note: I know it's been ages since I last update, but I didn't really have a choice. Semester exams really brought me behind, and now I'm supposed to write a short story for my English class. It's taking up all my spare writing time (what little spare writing time I actually have). Sorry that this finally updated chapter is so short, but I hit a writer's block and it won. I'm also sorry for the Kuja fans. The next chapter will definitely be a Kuja chapter. I've already gotten some ideas for it (but of course they're not written down). And by the way, for this world, a tomato is going to be a fruit. I've heard arguments for it being a fruit and a vegetable, but I'll say it's a fruit for the sake of this (SHORT) chapter.....Read and Review!
-Insomniac-
