Chapter Four
Zidane looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He couldn't believe he actually agreed to go to some dumb party. Furthermore, he couldn't believe he was trying out clothes in front of a mirror. And if that wasn't enough, he couldn't believe how stupid all his clothes looked. Haha, it seems like i don't believe in a lot of things he thought dryly.
Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. Zidane turned around. It was Kuja. Kuja was leaned against the frame of his doorway, arms crossed, with a smirk on his face.
"Ahhhh, I see you've finally discovered how ugly you are, it's about time you found out. it's getting harder and harder every day pretending such a wart like you doesn't exist. Now, tell me, have you called the plastic surgeon yet?"said Kuja, eyes filled with cold laughter.
Zidane didn't bother answering him. Instead, he crossed over the room and shut the door in Kuja's face. "Talk about ugly." He said. Then Zidane opened up his closet again, peering at the black shirts and trousers which occupied all the space. He dug through his clothes wishfully, hoping to find a bit of color to spice him up. When he found nothing but mounds of black, Zidane angrily muttered, "Heck! To hell with everything!", and pulled on what he would regularly wear to school: A black short-sleeved shirt over a long one, black trousers, black socks, black shoes, and a black cap. Looking at himself in the mirror, he decided he was laughable. He looked like batman, with all the black and the muscles. The only disparities were his tail and his straw-colored hair. Argh, whatever, at least they won't mistake me for Superman he thought, briskly running his fingers through his hair. Then, placing his cap back on his head, he opened the door and went downstairs.
"Oh, Zidane, are you going somewhere?" asked his foster parents, George and Mary, who were in the living room watching TV.
"Party."said Zidane, going into the kitchen for his wallet which he had accidentally left on the counter.
"Alright, be safe, and no drugs." said George, giving him a slight smile.
Zidane nodded and left the house. Outside, the air was cool with a breeze blowing in from the south. Zidane hopped into his black convertible and reversed out of the driveway, racking his brain for the whereabouts of Beatrix's mansion.
He couldn't even remember the last time he went to a party. Six months felt like six years. Yes, that was it, the last time he went to a party was six months ago, before he met Ruby. After he started spending all his time with her and refusing all the party invitations, the invites just stopped coming altogether. And as for all the black, Ruby LOVED black, it was her favorite color. That explained his clothes AND the car. He had given all his clothes to the orphanage and bought new, black outfits. His car had been red, but a paint job was suddenly necessary once Ruby had caught sight of it.
Suddenly aware that he was one street away from Beatrix's mansion, Zidane hurriedly checked his watch, he didn't want to be the first one there. He didn't want to be alone with Beatrix. His watch read ten-twenty. Zidane breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't early. A few minutes later, when Beatrix's mansion came into view, Zidane saw the whole building shaking with music. He could even hear it. Then, as he pulled up onto her street, he gaped at the streets. It was like a parking lot, the entire street was filled with cars, some of them shaking as the people inside them made out. Zidane quickly found an empty space and parked. Walking quickly inside, a sense of familiarity covered him, and he found himself smiling his first real smile in six months.
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Um, so this is my fourth chapter, Although, i've only posted my first chapter on yesterday, i have a feeling i'm not going to get any reviews. Alright, maybe writing isn't my thing. But at least I'm going to finish this story. Then maybe I'll stop. lol.
Zidane looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He couldn't believe he actually agreed to go to some dumb party. Furthermore, he couldn't believe he was trying out clothes in front of a mirror. And if that wasn't enough, he couldn't believe how stupid all his clothes looked. Haha, it seems like i don't believe in a lot of things he thought dryly.
Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. Zidane turned around. It was Kuja. Kuja was leaned against the frame of his doorway, arms crossed, with a smirk on his face.
"Ahhhh, I see you've finally discovered how ugly you are, it's about time you found out. it's getting harder and harder every day pretending such a wart like you doesn't exist. Now, tell me, have you called the plastic surgeon yet?"said Kuja, eyes filled with cold laughter.
Zidane didn't bother answering him. Instead, he crossed over the room and shut the door in Kuja's face. "Talk about ugly." He said. Then Zidane opened up his closet again, peering at the black shirts and trousers which occupied all the space. He dug through his clothes wishfully, hoping to find a bit of color to spice him up. When he found nothing but mounds of black, Zidane angrily muttered, "Heck! To hell with everything!", and pulled on what he would regularly wear to school: A black short-sleeved shirt over a long one, black trousers, black socks, black shoes, and a black cap. Looking at himself in the mirror, he decided he was laughable. He looked like batman, with all the black and the muscles. The only disparities were his tail and his straw-colored hair. Argh, whatever, at least they won't mistake me for Superman he thought, briskly running his fingers through his hair. Then, placing his cap back on his head, he opened the door and went downstairs.
"Oh, Zidane, are you going somewhere?" asked his foster parents, George and Mary, who were in the living room watching TV.
"Party."said Zidane, going into the kitchen for his wallet which he had accidentally left on the counter.
"Alright, be safe, and no drugs." said George, giving him a slight smile.
Zidane nodded and left the house. Outside, the air was cool with a breeze blowing in from the south. Zidane hopped into his black convertible and reversed out of the driveway, racking his brain for the whereabouts of Beatrix's mansion.
He couldn't even remember the last time he went to a party. Six months felt like six years. Yes, that was it, the last time he went to a party was six months ago, before he met Ruby. After he started spending all his time with her and refusing all the party invitations, the invites just stopped coming altogether. And as for all the black, Ruby LOVED black, it was her favorite color. That explained his clothes AND the car. He had given all his clothes to the orphanage and bought new, black outfits. His car had been red, but a paint job was suddenly necessary once Ruby had caught sight of it.
Suddenly aware that he was one street away from Beatrix's mansion, Zidane hurriedly checked his watch, he didn't want to be the first one there. He didn't want to be alone with Beatrix. His watch read ten-twenty. Zidane breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't early. A few minutes later, when Beatrix's mansion came into view, Zidane saw the whole building shaking with music. He could even hear it. Then, as he pulled up onto her street, he gaped at the streets. It was like a parking lot, the entire street was filled with cars, some of them shaking as the people inside them made out. Zidane quickly found an empty space and parked. Walking quickly inside, a sense of familiarity covered him, and he found himself smiling his first real smile in six months.
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Um, so this is my fourth chapter, Although, i've only posted my first chapter on yesterday, i have a feeling i'm not going to get any reviews. Alright, maybe writing isn't my thing. But at least I'm going to finish this story. Then maybe I'll stop. lol.