Crackers
"What is that idiot brother of mine doing now?!" Kuja sighed and stormed furiously towards Zidane's room. "That mischievous brat knows he is getting us late..."
As he walked into the room, Kuja glared around. "Zidane! What are you... Aaack!" His eyes went wide and for a moment, he adverted his gaze in shock. "What is that... that girl doing to you?!!"
"You mean Dagger?" Zidane looked over quizzically managing to speak, though his mouth was full.
"Yes... that would apparently be her, would it not?"
"I don't know what your problem is, she's just giving me a cracker to eat." Zidane smiled and took another offered cracker in his mouth.
"He's allowing her to feed him? This... this does not bode well..." Kuja thought dismally. Of course he had plans, but now they might be dashed! "Then again... she did pay for my rent."
Dagger and Zidane stared at him quizzically.
Kuja nodded solemnly. "Very well I have made up my mind. I will face this peril to the world on my own. You were never tough enough to get the job done anyway Zidane."
Suddenly, Zidane pouted, thrashing his tail back and forth like a fish in the sea! "Kuja was is wrong with you? YOU were the peril to the world!"
Kuja shook his head. "Obviously you never fought Ozma."
Zidane cocked his head to the side. "What?"
Kuja sighed. "Nevermind... the point is, regardless of what you've done in the past is insignificant."
"Hey I am not insignificant!" Zidane said angrily!
"No no, that's not what I meant. Let me put it in simple terms for your simple mind." Kuja paused to clear his throat, like a songbird before it was about to sing. "Think of everything you've done in the past that you thought was hard to do. Everything up to the most difficult battle that I let you win a few days ago!"
He stopped for a second to make sure everything had sunk in. "Have you thought of it?"
Zidane nodded. "Yeah I think so."
Kuja took a deep breath. "This.... is worse."
Zidane and Dagger both gasped in horror! "Oh no what could it be?"
Suddenly Kuja turned away, crushing a small piece of paper in his hand with red hot frustration. "Zidane... I will be evicted again, regardless of the money I pay if...." Kuja trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.
"What was that?" Zidane and Dagger leaned in closer.
"I have to..." Again he could not finish.
"We can't hear you..." Zidane smiled quirkily.
"But I must..." Kuja couldn't find the right words.
Suddenly, Dagger brandished a tennis racket and held it up high! "Tell us Kuja, or else!"
"All right! All right! I will tell you..." Kuja leaned in close to them and whispered softly into their small ears.
"WHAT?!!!" Zidane and Dagger burst into laughter.
AN: Yes I'm still alive! I don't know if anyone is still interested in this fic anymore. If you are, please review and let me know! The next chapter will come much quicker than this one, as devilish plots are already scheming...
Kuja: Devilish plots?!! Good lord woman! No! Let it end here!
Zidane: Haha ohh no. I think you should let the readers hear what you have to do.
Kuja: *shakes his head back and forth* No no no no no no!
Dagger: *laughs* Come on Kuja, is it really that bad?
Kuja: You have no idea.
"What is that idiot brother of mine doing now?!" Kuja sighed and stormed furiously towards Zidane's room. "That mischievous brat knows he is getting us late..."
As he walked into the room, Kuja glared around. "Zidane! What are you... Aaack!" His eyes went wide and for a moment, he adverted his gaze in shock. "What is that... that girl doing to you?!!"
"You mean Dagger?" Zidane looked over quizzically managing to speak, though his mouth was full.
"Yes... that would apparently be her, would it not?"
"I don't know what your problem is, she's just giving me a cracker to eat." Zidane smiled and took another offered cracker in his mouth.
"He's allowing her to feed him? This... this does not bode well..." Kuja thought dismally. Of course he had plans, but now they might be dashed! "Then again... she did pay for my rent."
Dagger and Zidane stared at him quizzically.
Kuja nodded solemnly. "Very well I have made up my mind. I will face this peril to the world on my own. You were never tough enough to get the job done anyway Zidane."
Suddenly, Zidane pouted, thrashing his tail back and forth like a fish in the sea! "Kuja was is wrong with you? YOU were the peril to the world!"
Kuja shook his head. "Obviously you never fought Ozma."
Zidane cocked his head to the side. "What?"
Kuja sighed. "Nevermind... the point is, regardless of what you've done in the past is insignificant."
"Hey I am not insignificant!" Zidane said angrily!
"No no, that's not what I meant. Let me put it in simple terms for your simple mind." Kuja paused to clear his throat, like a songbird before it was about to sing. "Think of everything you've done in the past that you thought was hard to do. Everything up to the most difficult battle that I let you win a few days ago!"
He stopped for a second to make sure everything had sunk in. "Have you thought of it?"
Zidane nodded. "Yeah I think so."
Kuja took a deep breath. "This.... is worse."
Zidane and Dagger both gasped in horror! "Oh no what could it be?"
Suddenly Kuja turned away, crushing a small piece of paper in his hand with red hot frustration. "Zidane... I will be evicted again, regardless of the money I pay if...." Kuja trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.
"What was that?" Zidane and Dagger leaned in closer.
"I have to..." Again he could not finish.
"We can't hear you..." Zidane smiled quirkily.
"But I must..." Kuja couldn't find the right words.
Suddenly, Dagger brandished a tennis racket and held it up high! "Tell us Kuja, or else!"
"All right! All right! I will tell you..." Kuja leaned in close to them and whispered softly into their small ears.
"WHAT?!!!" Zidane and Dagger burst into laughter.
AN: Yes I'm still alive! I don't know if anyone is still interested in this fic anymore. If you are, please review and let me know! The next chapter will come much quicker than this one, as devilish plots are already scheming...
Kuja: Devilish plots?!! Good lord woman! No! Let it end here!
Zidane: Haha ohh no. I think you should let the readers hear what you have to do.
Kuja: *shakes his head back and forth* No no no no no no!
Dagger: *laughs* Come on Kuja, is it really that bad?
Kuja: You have no idea.