Cold as Ice- Hopeless
Author's Note: Yo, Fan Fic Girl, if you don't like it, don't read it. I write for humour. POINTLESS humour. It's in my info, look it up. If you don't happen to like my particular nonsensical sense of humour, then just don't READ my particular nonsensical humour. On another note, I like to end on cliffhanger...ish...pieces. Gives me somewhere to continue from. On the other hand, thanks for all you other people who commented. Reviews make me write. Well, they make me upload at least. I'm glad the REST of you like it and think it's funny. 'Specially you, Era Yachi! That comment made my day.
In the next room, which was actually rather neat and tidy and not too cave-like in appearance, the Mog stopped walking. She was standing almost in the center of the room. Amarant and Freya stopped as well, just beyond the door.
"So, kupo, here's my story," she began, not bothering to turn and look at them. The Chocobo entered the room and stood just behind the two. "I was raised in a small Moogle town, kupo... A small town where I was shunned. I was the black sheep of this homeland of mine, kupo..."
"Why?" Freya asked.
"Because..." She paused and took a deep breath, dramatically, as if she was about to break down in tears. "Because my name is Boko! There, you know my horrible secret now! You can hate me too, just like all the others! Just because... I have a Chocobo's name..." She paused briefly, and then added, "Kupo."
Amarant didn't say anything. He thought this was all very stupid. Freya on the other hand said, "You poor thing, you... Why would they hate you for that?"
"Because, kupo, I'm a Moogle! Not a Chocobo! Moogles don't have Chocobo names, kupo, they have Moogle names!"
"Why should we even care? It's not our fault your life sucks," Amarant responded coldly.
"Why you...!" She immediately whirled around and glared at him. Which was hard to do what with how adorable Moogles are and all... "That's just the attitude that made me evil in the first place, kupo!"
"I don't care. I just wanna get home before dinner."
"Just like I said, kupo, you hate me too! Mogli, throw the switch!" she ordered, pointing at the Chocobo standing behind the two. He immediately kicked the large blue button on the wall and the floor fell out from beneath them and closed instantly above them, locking them below the room.
Mogli the Chocobo and Boko the Moogle paused for a moment, looking at the spot where the rift had momentarily been. "Well, kupo, we've been planning this for a while," she said.
"K-weh," he agreed.
"...Would you please wark, kupo? It's so odd to hear a Chocobo kweh."
"Kw...wark..."
There was a pause, then Boko shrugged and left the room. Mogli followed her.
~
And so, Freya and Amarant, our heroes, were again trapped. Only this time they truly were trapped, with no cave leading anywhere. Just a rectangularly prismatic room with just one escape route, and that was how they'd entered.
Freya stood and went through the motions of picking up her hat and putting it back on her head, and then she realized that she didn't have her hat. She must've dropped it when she'd fallen. She glanced up and realized that it was entirely dark here, no light sources at all. She promptly sat down again, to avoid having her head hit anything as she blindly stumbled.
Suddenly her mind focused on Fratley again. She loved him. She couldn't stop thinking about him at such a dire time... There was no way out of here. She couldn't help it. She started crying again.
Amarant, in the meantime, was just sitting there, pondering the situation calmly and thoughtfully. Sure, it was his fault they were here, but what did he care about a Mog who'd lived an awful life just because she was too dumb to change her name?
He realized with some annoyance that he could hear Freya crying. Probably over her boyfriend. That's all she'd been doing, he was certain. Sulking over her boyfriend whom she hadn't seen in years and who didn't even know who she was. Why she still even cared about the guy was a mystery to him.
He wondered briefly why he even cared why she cared about Fratley. Then he wondered briefly whether or not he really SHOULD cut his hair, and decided against it. Besides, it wouldn't help him see any better in the total darkness surrounding them. Or figure out why he cared that... Oh, this is just confusing.
He didn't think he WANTED to see any better in the total darkness surrounding them. Seeing somebody cry is always a lot more embarrassing for both parties than hearing somebody cry. Especially sobbing such as Freya was doing now.
He sighed. "Would you stop that?" he asked finally. It was beginning to grate on his nerves. She gasped, not so much at the fact that he'd asked to her stop crying but moreso at the fact that she'd forgotten he was there in the first place.
She wiped her eyes hurriedly, despite the fact that he couldn't see her anyway, and quickly said, "Sorry..."
Both were silent for a while. Freya was struggling with her emotions. It was all so hopeless now... She'd never see her dearest Fratley again, not unless they could get out of here... And then out of the mountain entirely... And that was never going to happen.
Somewhere in that long silence, Amarant decided to ask something that had been on his mind for a while. "Why do you still care about him, anyway?" His tone wasn't the serious, cold tone that he always had, but rather a curious tone. He really did want to know, he was genuinely curious.
The question caught Freya off-guard. She was silent for a while, considering her answer. Why DID she still care about Fratley? It was true that he had no idea who she was now... But before... Before that he had loved her very dearly. But then...why had he gone off in the first place? What had happened to him, to make him forget his true love?
"Because..." she began, uncertainly, "because I know that...that he still loves me... Somewhere... Even if he doesn't remember me, when he gets to know me again, he'll love me again... I know it." But she really didn't. She had to tell herself that on a regular basis. She couldn't just believe it in her heart, that he still loved her. That somewhere deep within himself, a part of him remembered, and loved her still.
She didn't know. She didn't believe.
Amarant could tell. Just by the tone of her voice, the unsure hesitation in her words, he could tell. He didn't say anything about it though. Instead he lay back on the ground and closed his eyes (not that anybody could tell whether they were open or not, including himself), and said, "I'll get us out of here. But it's been a long day. Get some sleep."
Though Amarant was sound asleep within minutes, Freya couldn't get there. She found herself questioning her motives. Why DID she still care about Fratley? If their love was true, then even amnesia wouldn't prevent him from loving her again... Love at first sight, right? Even though it truly wasn't first sight... He should have remembered as soon as he saw her. Remembered at least the feelings that she gave him. That she thought she gave him... The love.
But he didn't.
Did that mean...?
Finally she fell into a turmoiled slumber, her dreams filled with images of Sir Fratley and a constant feeling of dread...
Author's Note: Yo, Fan Fic Girl, if you don't like it, don't read it. I write for humour. POINTLESS humour. It's in my info, look it up. If you don't happen to like my particular nonsensical sense of humour, then just don't READ my particular nonsensical humour. On another note, I like to end on cliffhanger...ish...pieces. Gives me somewhere to continue from. On the other hand, thanks for all you other people who commented. Reviews make me write. Well, they make me upload at least. I'm glad the REST of you like it and think it's funny. 'Specially you, Era Yachi! That comment made my day.
In the next room, which was actually rather neat and tidy and not too cave-like in appearance, the Mog stopped walking. She was standing almost in the center of the room. Amarant and Freya stopped as well, just beyond the door.
"So, kupo, here's my story," she began, not bothering to turn and look at them. The Chocobo entered the room and stood just behind the two. "I was raised in a small Moogle town, kupo... A small town where I was shunned. I was the black sheep of this homeland of mine, kupo..."
"Why?" Freya asked.
"Because..." She paused and took a deep breath, dramatically, as if she was about to break down in tears. "Because my name is Boko! There, you know my horrible secret now! You can hate me too, just like all the others! Just because... I have a Chocobo's name..." She paused briefly, and then added, "Kupo."
Amarant didn't say anything. He thought this was all very stupid. Freya on the other hand said, "You poor thing, you... Why would they hate you for that?"
"Because, kupo, I'm a Moogle! Not a Chocobo! Moogles don't have Chocobo names, kupo, they have Moogle names!"
"Why should we even care? It's not our fault your life sucks," Amarant responded coldly.
"Why you...!" She immediately whirled around and glared at him. Which was hard to do what with how adorable Moogles are and all... "That's just the attitude that made me evil in the first place, kupo!"
"I don't care. I just wanna get home before dinner."
"Just like I said, kupo, you hate me too! Mogli, throw the switch!" she ordered, pointing at the Chocobo standing behind the two. He immediately kicked the large blue button on the wall and the floor fell out from beneath them and closed instantly above them, locking them below the room.
Mogli the Chocobo and Boko the Moogle paused for a moment, looking at the spot where the rift had momentarily been. "Well, kupo, we've been planning this for a while," she said.
"K-weh," he agreed.
"...Would you please wark, kupo? It's so odd to hear a Chocobo kweh."
"Kw...wark..."
There was a pause, then Boko shrugged and left the room. Mogli followed her.
~
And so, Freya and Amarant, our heroes, were again trapped. Only this time they truly were trapped, with no cave leading anywhere. Just a rectangularly prismatic room with just one escape route, and that was how they'd entered.
Freya stood and went through the motions of picking up her hat and putting it back on her head, and then she realized that she didn't have her hat. She must've dropped it when she'd fallen. She glanced up and realized that it was entirely dark here, no light sources at all. She promptly sat down again, to avoid having her head hit anything as she blindly stumbled.
Suddenly her mind focused on Fratley again. She loved him. She couldn't stop thinking about him at such a dire time... There was no way out of here. She couldn't help it. She started crying again.
Amarant, in the meantime, was just sitting there, pondering the situation calmly and thoughtfully. Sure, it was his fault they were here, but what did he care about a Mog who'd lived an awful life just because she was too dumb to change her name?
He realized with some annoyance that he could hear Freya crying. Probably over her boyfriend. That's all she'd been doing, he was certain. Sulking over her boyfriend whom she hadn't seen in years and who didn't even know who she was. Why she still even cared about the guy was a mystery to him.
He wondered briefly why he even cared why she cared about Fratley. Then he wondered briefly whether or not he really SHOULD cut his hair, and decided against it. Besides, it wouldn't help him see any better in the total darkness surrounding them. Or figure out why he cared that... Oh, this is just confusing.
He didn't think he WANTED to see any better in the total darkness surrounding them. Seeing somebody cry is always a lot more embarrassing for both parties than hearing somebody cry. Especially sobbing such as Freya was doing now.
He sighed. "Would you stop that?" he asked finally. It was beginning to grate on his nerves. She gasped, not so much at the fact that he'd asked to her stop crying but moreso at the fact that she'd forgotten he was there in the first place.
She wiped her eyes hurriedly, despite the fact that he couldn't see her anyway, and quickly said, "Sorry..."
Both were silent for a while. Freya was struggling with her emotions. It was all so hopeless now... She'd never see her dearest Fratley again, not unless they could get out of here... And then out of the mountain entirely... And that was never going to happen.
Somewhere in that long silence, Amarant decided to ask something that had been on his mind for a while. "Why do you still care about him, anyway?" His tone wasn't the serious, cold tone that he always had, but rather a curious tone. He really did want to know, he was genuinely curious.
The question caught Freya off-guard. She was silent for a while, considering her answer. Why DID she still care about Fratley? It was true that he had no idea who she was now... But before... Before that he had loved her very dearly. But then...why had he gone off in the first place? What had happened to him, to make him forget his true love?
"Because..." she began, uncertainly, "because I know that...that he still loves me... Somewhere... Even if he doesn't remember me, when he gets to know me again, he'll love me again... I know it." But she really didn't. She had to tell herself that on a regular basis. She couldn't just believe it in her heart, that he still loved her. That somewhere deep within himself, a part of him remembered, and loved her still.
She didn't know. She didn't believe.
Amarant could tell. Just by the tone of her voice, the unsure hesitation in her words, he could tell. He didn't say anything about it though. Instead he lay back on the ground and closed his eyes (not that anybody could tell whether they were open or not, including himself), and said, "I'll get us out of here. But it's been a long day. Get some sleep."
Though Amarant was sound asleep within minutes, Freya couldn't get there. She found herself questioning her motives. Why DID she still care about Fratley? If their love was true, then even amnesia wouldn't prevent him from loving her again... Love at first sight, right? Even though it truly wasn't first sight... He should have remembered as soon as he saw her. Remembered at least the feelings that she gave him. That she thought she gave him... The love.
But he didn't.
Did that mean...?
Finally she fell into a turmoiled slumber, her dreams filled with images of Sir Fratley and a constant feeling of dread...