Chapter Three
The Night after the party
And
The Secret is Broken
By
Fallon
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Final Fantasy 9 or any of its characters, that belongs to Square Enix and Playstation and bunch of other companies. The only things I own are my characters and the story. So in other words, don't sue me!
A/N: Yes I know it has been a VERY long time since I last posted chapter two! A lot has happened and I suddenly stopped writing this story due to writer's block and all those other excuses. So I'm finally back on track! Enjoy! I couldn't believe how many spelling errors I made in the previous chapters…holy crap!
He moved swiftly through the grass through the North plains, running at top speed with his red cloak rapped around his neck swaying as he ran. He had a scythe tied around him on his back; his emerald green eyes were focused ahead him. He had to find them, his mistress told him to. 'I must obey her—mustn't fail her! I have to find them! No matter how long it takes!' He thought.
A young woman with raven-dark hair sat before him on her throne that was
carved out of cherry wood that was a description of human bones. He knelt before
her, his head bowed, and eyes closed. The young woman rose from her throne:
stepping down the steps and stood before the creature. He did not move, did not
open his eyes to lift his head up and gaze upon the young woman's beautiful
face. She put her hand on his head, running her fingers through his crimson-red
hair, "Go my creation," she said to him. He opened his eyes, slowly lifting his
head up. "Go and find them, the ones that stopped him. I command that you bring
them back to me." She hissed, grinning evilly.
He looked deep into her
light-amethyst eyes; her long fingernails trailed down his face and stroking his
right cheek softly. "Yes, my mistress." He responded, rising to his feet, still
having his gaze upon her.
"Do not fail me, my creation, I am counting on you." She said softly. The creature nodded turning and leaving his mistress in the throne hall.
He kept running, thinking only of his mistress and his duty. He knew where to go and where to find them. Nothing was going to stop him.
The sun's rays peered through the red curtains of the guestroom where Freya and Fratley slept. Freya lied awake, lying on her left side looking at the curtains while Fratley lied on his back. He was sprawled sideways on the bed, making it hard for Freya to remain lying on the bed. It was hard enough that she not only had a hard night carrying him back from the ballroom to the guestroom, he was dead-ass drunk.
She didn't like his behavior and the way he was trying to grab her and force
her on him. "C'mon Freya, I just for tonight!" He grabbed her and forced her on
his lap, placing kisses on her neck and trailing up her right cheek. "No
Fratley, you're drunk and I don't want to deal with you being in this state."
She said, pushing him away from her and standing up.
"I'm not drunk! I feel
just dandy! Come now darling, I've been wanting to do this with you for a very
long time now—" he stood up quickly, clinging to the sliver-hair woman and
kissed her. Freya groaned, struggling to get Fratley away her, he had his arms
wrapped her so tight there was nothing she could do.
Finally, Fratley pulled away from her and Freya furrowed her brow. He lied
down on the bed, beckoning her to come. "Come here Freya, let's do what we've
always dreamed of—passionate love making, the cries and moans…wouldn't it be
great?" His words began to slur. It was disgusting Freya.
"I said no,
Fratley! I won't have sex with you until you're sober and can walk straight!"
She responded, looking at him and realizing that he already passed out, fast
asleep.
Freya only rolled her eyes and shook her head; she still had on her
red silken dress and just lied down next to Fratley.
Now it was morning and all that had happened last night was coming back to
her: she danced with Amarant and they both confessed with their feelings for one
another.
What was she going to do if Fratley found out? She didn't know yet,
of what to do with him if he found out—he'd be furious! Fratley would most
likely beat the living hell out of Amarant, her dear friend and almost lover.
Lover? Amarant wasn't considered her lover—just yet. She knew if she did, it
would be very strange.
The few things she found that it was strange of him
last night were why did he leave so suddenly like he did after they danced? She
also found it strange of him talking to himself; he has never done it before.
But she was happy that Amarant admitted that he loved her, not in a friendly way but in another way that she couldn't have ever imagined.
Freya got up from the bed, walking towards the window pushing one side of the curtains open. The sun looked so beautiful rising over the horizon upon the snowy hills. She smiled to herself, "I love you too, Amarant." She whispered, holding the red rose in her hand.
Amarant crouched down in a sitting position on top of the roof of his
guestroom; for once he felt happiness in his heart bloom. He admitted he loved
Freya, although he seemed a bit embarrassed that he admitted it to her but he
was finally happy that he did.
'Maybe Makoto is a bit of help after all.' He
thought, smiling. With the mention of her name, the sandy-blonde appeared again,
right next to him. "So it managed to work out between you two! I'm glad to see
it!" She said gleefully. Amarant jumped, quickly turning his head, glaring at
her.
"Let me hear a 'Thank you!' from you my dear blue salamander!" Makoto said as she put her hand up to her right ear.
Amarant growled, "Why do I need to thank you when I did it all on my own? You were telling me to do it!"
"Yeah, you're right on that, Amarant, but you need to thank me for helping
you go through it! C'mon now! Lemme hear it!" Makoto twirled around him, trying
to get those words out of him. Amarant was already annoyed, sighing, he quietly
mumbled, "Thank you my so-called fairy godmother…"
Makoto leaned on Amarant,
"What did you say? Could you say that a little louder?"
"I said, THANK YOU!" He yelled, "Are you happy now?" Makoto giggled,
hugging him. "OH you're so very welcome, Amarant!" Amarant gritted his teeth,
"Don't TOUCH ME!" he yelled through his teeth. But Makoto didn't back away, she
just continued hugging Amarant; she floated in mid-air, trying to make him stand
up and dancing silly with him on the roof top. Amarant thought the people below
were wondering what the hell he was doing dancing on a roof by himself—since he
figured out that he is the only one who could see Makoto.
He had just about
enough: Amarant finally broke free of Makoto's grasp and pushed her away,
"Alright! That's enough now! Don't you have anything better to do besides get a
stupid thank you out me?" He spat.
Makoto smiled, "Not really, you're one of
my favorite Amarant, I just love being with you!" she said, giving another hug.
Amarant stood rooted in his spot, "If you hug me one more time…you'll wish
you would've never said, 'I'm your favorite person', Makoto." He said in an
annoyed tone.
Makoto faded from where they were standing and phased in a few feet away him.
"Geez, you sure are moody!" She told him, rolling her eyes. "Well, now that you
and Freya are taking the first step of being together—"
"Why is it so
important to you that I'm with Freya, Makoto?" Amarant asked, cutting her off.
"I knew your feelings for her, Amarant, I could see them right through
you—clear as crystal." Makoto responded.
"But tell me why is it
important to you?" Amarant asked her again. Makoto was silent for a moment, then
spoke, "Because I see she is not happy, Amarant."
Amarant scoffed, "Freya
not happy? How could she not be happy? She's with Fratley, for cryin' out loud.
…Besides how would you know?"
"I just do, Amarant, anyone could see a
person's emotions."
Amarant was beginning to think that Makoto really was a crazy
matchmaker…it was starting to freak him out. He seemed confused, how would she
know all of this? Where did she come from? And why is she here? Amarant was
about to ask her those questions.
"Then if you know so much…tell me who you
are and why you are here, Makoto. Since you've been with me for the past three
days now—just tell me who you really are."
Makoto seemed shocked almost
scared when he asked her those questions. "I-I can't." She simply said,
nervously. Amarant gave her a strange look, "Why not? Fairy's code of conduct:
Don't tell them who you are. That kind of thing?" He asked. Makoto shook
her head, "No, it's not that…it's just…" she stopped, looking at him. For once,
Amarant had seen her like this and here he thought she was nothing but crazy and
bubbly. Always trying to help out…in very strange ways.
"Well?" he said, trying to urge her to tell him.
Makoto still didn't say anything, stepping away from him as if he were truly
a monster. "I can't tell you Amarant, just not now…" She said, "I have to go."
With that said, she disappeared again.
"Wait! Makoto!" Amarant called out,
but it was too late, she was already gone and probably wouldn't come back. He
couldn't understand it: if she didn't want to tell him who she was then does
that mean she doesn't know her own self?
In the hours of the morning, Zidane and Garnet roamed about the garden that
covered in snow. The rose bushes were covered in sheets of white and it would be
a while until the approach of springtime and soon enough they would be
awakening.
Garnet was dressed warm, wearing her white gown underneath her
long golden-orange coat that trailed behind her. With her hood that had soft
fur, over her head. Her dark-brown hair had grown longer since she last cut it
off with Zidane's dagger; she had her arm wrapped around her lover's, she lifted
her head up as she seen bury of doves flying by the castle again.
Zidane
turned his head to look at her, smiling, "What are you thinking, Dagger?" he
asked her.
His queen gazed back at him, returning the smile, "Nothing," she said simply, "nothing at all, Zidane." Garnet was just feeling happiness in her heart, being with the man she loved, and finally seeing her friends again. "Not much has changed these past two years," she said. Zidane only shook his head, "Some, but not much, Dagger." He replied. They approached the water near the garden; Garnet went ahead of Zidane, looking around and then down at the water. Zidane joined her and looked down as well, putting his hands on her shoulders. Garnet turned around, gazing and smiling at him, "But I'm glad not a whole lot has changed," she said. "Everyone seems to be happy. Vivi, Eiko, Freya—everyone." Zidane smiled again, "Maybe for everyone but I'm not too sure Amarant, though, since you know how he is." He said, giving a little chuckle.
"Yes, Amarant needs to lighten up a bit." Garnet agreed.
"Well, what
about us? Aren't we happy?" Zidane questioned, looking at Garnet.
"Of course
we are dear!" She exclaimed, taking his hands in hers. "I love you and you do
make me very happy—I wouldn't trade anything for what we have and how we feel."
Garnet told him.
"I wouldn't either, Dagger, like I said, I promised that I
wouldn't let anything happen to you and I'd never leave your side!"
Garnet
laughed, "I remember Sir Steiner said the same thing and looked what happened!"
The young man with blonde hair grinned, "Monkey boy slips past the Guardian
and snatches the princess, taking her away and soon enough they fall in love!"
Zidane quickly scooped the young woman up in his arms; she laughed and wrapped
her arms around his neck tightly. "Then later on they are married and together
they rule Alexandria!"
"Yep, where they'll live happily ever after." He
concluded, smiling. Garnet smiled as well, drawing closer towards him, their
lips coming close. She was about to kiss him until a voice boomed, "Good morning
your majesties!" making Garnet pull away gasping. Zidane gave a heavy sigh,
still awaiting that kiss but usually it never comes.
He looked in his wife's
direction where he could see a man dressed in blue-silver armor that shined from
the sun's morning rays, jogging down the stony path to where the Royalties
stood.
It was none other than Sir Albert Steiner* himself.
As he came into eye's view, Zidane smiled, putting down Garnet and having her
stand. "Hey Rusty!" He greeted, "I see you guys finally got your new armor from
the local black smiths." Garnet nodded in agreement, "Yes, I almost had
forgotten about the new armor." She said to him.
It wasn't long after Zidane
and Garnet were married and he was crowned king; Zidane made a decision of new
armor to be made, since the former Queen Brahne's husband developed the idea of
the old armor, Zidane thought it would be a good idea to make a new one. Beatrix
and her army chose to stick with their armor, "For in honor of Queen Brahne, my
army and I will keep the old armor." She told Zidane, it was nothing to argue
about.
The armor still made the same rusty sounds, as did his old armor, but Steiner
didn't mind at all…since he knew that the King would tease him of his armor.
"Yes, well, it took them long enough to make it!" Steiner said, posing and
showing off the armor, "But now the Captain can gather the Knights of Pluto,
serving the King and Queen of Alexandria!"
Both Zidane and Garnet laughed, "Let's hope you keep them all in line,
Steiner, because it may take them a while to get use to their new armor." Garnet
told him, smiling.
"Of course my lady! You know very well that I will do my
job to keep them together!" Steiner replied. Suddenly, they could hear the
rustling of armor and quick footsteps coming down the stony-path, it was one of
Steiner's men, who had a worried and panic look on his face.
"Captain!
Captain!" He shouted.
Steiner sighed, "What is it now Lancelot?" he
questioned him.
"Sir, there seems to be a problem with the new armor…" The
man named Lancelot said in an almost shameful tone, saluting his Captain, with
his eyes cast down. Steiner jumped, "Who is having trouble with their armor?!"
"Um, Halar is, sir…"
With a groan, Steiner bowed to Zidane and Garnet, "My apologizes, your
majesties, but I must attend to my men and help them out."
Zidane waved his
hand at Steiner, "Hey, that's alright, Rusty, you can just come back later and
we'll do more talking."
Steiner nodded his head, "Will do!" with that said,
he turned and left, while calling Lancelot, "Come Lancelot!" he shouted.
Lancelot jumped, "Y-Yes Sir! Right away!" he replied nervously.
He
quickly gave a bow to the King and Queen and was gone in a flash; Garnet laughed
while Zidane shook his head.
Freya had gotten dressed, wearing her Dragoon Knight outfit, and left the
room where Fratley still lied on the bed, passed out and in a deep sleep. She
figured he wouldn't wake up in a while, so she decided to go out and wander
about the castle—perhaps she'd run into Zidane and Garnet or maybe Amarant.
She was hoping she'd run into Amarant, she had wanted to thank him for the
night they had together last night. She still couldn't get over the fact that he
loved her, she knew she loved him too but there would be problems if Fratley
found out.
'Of course I have said that many times now since last night,' she thought
sighing; She loved Fratley but now she wasn't so sure if she did like she loved
him long ago. The past two years he had changed: ever since he had lost his
memory, he had taken up the habit of drinking. Sure she'd take a few drinks but
when Fratley was around, he'd take the whole thing! She thought it was a bit
strange to think that he'd consume numerous pints of alcohol because even before
he lost his memory he never liked the idea of drinking. Freya only took it up
because she was depressed and were missing him—but never would she drink so damn
much as him!
Now that he was back in her life, she didn't drink, as much
anymore, she didn't think it was necessary. 'We'll just fight if I drank too,'
She thought again, 'but as a Dragoon Knight I need to keep myself at peace.'
Freya entered the hall where the stained glass window was, where her and
Amarant met again just yesterday. There she had seen him, leaning on the
windowsill on his right shoulder; he had his arms crossed and he gazed out the
window where there were sheets of white snow out among the kingdom and streets
of Alexandria. Freya walked quietly towards him; he didn't shift his eyes to
look at her but kept them to look outside. She stopped, standing a few feet away
and looked at him. She spoke softly, "I just…wanted to thank you, for last
night, Amarant." The man with the crimson-red hair shifted his eyes toward her
and gave her a smile, "I didn't expect a thank you, but you're welcome." He
replied, turning his attention back towards the window. Freya smiled, looking
down at the rose she had in her breast pocket; suddenly she remembered what she
was going to ask him. "I was wondering, Amarant," she began, "who was it that
you were talking to? Were acting strange last night at the dance." That caught
Amarant's attention, turning his head again, he looked at Freya like he was
surprised. 'Damn you Makoto!' He cursed in his mind, 'Now you have her
wondering!' He didn't know what to say—whether to lie or just tell her the
stupid truth. 'Oh yeah, like she'll believe that I ran into a woman that I
can only see! Shit!'
"Uh…" was all he could say at that moment, of
course he could tell her that he was crazy and that was just his other half that
was talking…yeah right.
"Well, don't you want to tell me?" Freya said, breaking Amarant's thoughts.
"I…" he said but no words would come. Now that he confessed to her, at least
those damn poetic words won't come into his head and drive him crazy like before
but he didn't want to tell her. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath, sighing,
"Freya, I'm sorry if I've been acting weird ever since I've been here but…" he
paused, trying to think of the words he was going to say. "At the moment I can't
tell you what's going on."
Freya was a little shocked, "Why not? Can't we be
honest with one another?" she questioned him. Amarant nodded, "Yeah, but I'm
being honest here, I can't tell you until I'm ready." He told her. He couldn't
just flat out tell her about Makoto! She could be asking him who she is and the
only thing he could tell her for now that she is his so-called "fairy godmother"
or "crazy bitch who thinks she's a frickin' match-maker", to him she was anyway.
Freya almost understood what he met; she didn't want to bother him about his
big secret and just left it at that.
"So how's Fratley doing?" Amarant
asked, trying to change the subject. Freya smirked, "He's passed out, still
sleeping in the room." She responded, "I had a difficult time sleeping last
night, due to the fact that he was drunk and it was hard trying to sleep on that
bed with him taking up all the room."
Amarant noticed she looked a little
tired, "How long has he been doing this?" "A little while after I had found
him," Freya replied, "He'll go out every now and then…sometimes I have to go out
and look for him and drag him back home." She sighed, remembering last time that
she had to drag him by his tail out of the pub one night. "I had to drag him
home one night because the damn fool was about to get into another fight with
one of the men there at the pub." She said, sighing.
The blue salamander
raised an eyebrow at Freya, "Really?"
"Yes, he likes to think that when he's
drunk, he's the most power being—thinks that he's stronger than Beatrix…"
Amarant didn't say anything, only gave a smug expression and then decided to
ask Freya a question. He didn't know whether she'd want to answer—hoping he
wouldn't offend her but they friends, right? He had almost forgotten that they
were getting close to becoming something more.
"Has he ever hit you?" Amarant asked.
"A few times but I whacked him a couple times with my spear. A woman should always defend herself, even against a man." Freya answered.
Amarant smirked; she hasn't changed a bit, which he was glad because no
woman—especially her—should put up with abuse. "So you weren't hurt when he did
hit you?" Freya shook her head, "Not really, although I did get a few bruises
here and there but I always fought back."
"I'm glad to hear that." Amarant
said, smiling.
"Well, you know very well that your dear friend should defend
herself." Freya replied proudly. Amarant nodded, "Yeah, that's my Freya."
It was quiet for a moment or two; both Freya and Amarant could hear a
rustling sound coming from down the stairs and it was quickly becoming louder
and heavier. Amarant jerked his head in the direction that it was coming from
and Freya looked in the same direction as well, "What in Gaia is that noise?"
she questioned.
Suddenly they heard a man scream, "EE-OW!!" crashing into a
wall and he raced up the stairs, his blue-silver armor was over his head but he
had a difficult time trying to get it on; he was running about, crashing into
walls and statues.
Amarant and Freya exchanged expressions, watching the
foolish knight run around his armor half way up his head: he couldn't see what
he was doing. Steiner came running up the stairs a few seconds later, "HALT
HALAR!" he shouted. Three more knights came running up behind him, "Why don't we
split up Capt'm! We could catch 'em easier dat way! Tryin' help 'em wit his
armor!" one knight said,
"Whatever may work, Norman!" Steiner replied,
giving a frustrated sigh, he passed by Freya and Amarant, not noticing them.
"HALAR!" Steiner shouted again. The three knights turned around and ran back
down the stairs again. Leaving Amarant and Freya with strange looks on their
faces.
"What kind of army does Zidane run, a damn circus?" Amarant said.
Freya
laughed, "They truly are one of a kind, I suppose," she said, "more silly than
the Dragoon Knights."
Amarant smirked, stepping away from the window and
moved closer towards Freya. He didn't know if he wanted to wrap his arms around
her or simply just stand there. He didn't know if she'd want that. What went on
last night was something he would've never done in his entire life! But he felt
that his heart was at ease when he was with her; just the feeling of her in his
arms and how he wanted to tell her a lot more than those three words.
"Do
you think that what we went through last night could happen again, Freya?" He
asked her, he felt that uncomfortable feeling again—he probably shouldn't have
asked her. Freya sighed, "I don't know, Amarant, but what happened last night
really took me by surprise—I never would have thought you'd say that to me."
"Well, it's just how I feel about you," Amarant felt stupid saying that,
where's Makoto when you need her? "Don't you feel the same way about me?" he
questioned.
Freya was silent for a moment; she just had said she loved him
too when she lied awake in her room how could she not say it now? 'This is all
so complicated…' She thought to herself.
"Yes, I do, Amarant…but you—"
"Don't say you're with Fratley—I already know that!" Amarant snapped,
interrupting her. "Well, it is the truth, Amarant!" Freya replied.
"Then how
can you say you'd want to be with me when you're with him?!"
"Because he's
my first love, Amarant…I don't even know if I want to consider him that
anymore…"
Amarant looked at Freya; she was trying very hard not to let her
tears well up in her emerald-green eyes. Her head sunk, her claws clenched, and
here she was trying not to cry…Amarant felt like an ass now.
"Shit," he
cursed under his breath, "Freya, look, don't cry," he said, cutting her chin and
lifting her head up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, "I'm sorry, Amarant,"
she said. He only shook his head, "Don't be, Freya, I should be the one who's
sorry—I shouldn't have said that…"
Freya gave him a smile; "You're an ass,
Amarant."
He only chuckled, "I was just going to say that myself, but
thanks." His hand brushed across her face and wiped away the tears; she looked
at him thinking that if anyone judged him to be a difficult and mean monster…he
wasn't one…not to her.
Amarant got that warm feeling in his heart again, putting his big hand on her
shoulder and his other hand cupped on her chin, "I don't care what anyone says,
I love you, even though I hate admitting it." He brushed his lips upon hers,
pulling his face away and smiling. Freya only smiled back, looking at him with
her keen emerald-green eyes. "I love you too, Amarant, I, too, admit it with no
shame." She replied. Nothing was said, Amarant only pulled her closer to him,
wanting to feel that ease in his heart once more. Freya felt like she was safe
in his arms, nothing would come to harm her—he wouldn't let it.
A moment of
silence swept over them; Freya's ears perked up suddenly turning her head and
hadn't realized that Fratley was standing there, still a bit hung over and he
looked tired as ever. His eyes opened slowly, looking at the two creatures that
stood before him: Freya, his love, and her blue salamander friend, Amarant.
Amarant looked up and seen Fratley standing there almost lop-sided, 'Oh shit…'
he thought. Freya moved away from Amarant and turned around completely to face
Fratley. The two of them stood there, in awe, not speaking a word to the
demi-human that stood a few feet away from their spot. He looked at the both of
them, his eyes scanning each of them, "Freya," he said, looking at the both of
them. "What the hell is going on?" he asked. Freya and Amarant were silent.
Eiko slid in the snow, her dark-leather boots made a narrow mark in the snow,
sticking her hands in the snow and scooping a pile of snow in her hand, forming
it into a ball. "All right," she whispered huskily, "where are you?"
She
stood right out in the open of the castle grounds, she was in near the Garden
where there were trees surrounding the place and she stood in the center, her
eyes scanning the entire place. She stood rooted in her spot; she wore a long
yellow coat, with light-brown pants and a cream-long-sleeved shirt she had under
her coat. Her wings stuck out from the back of her coat; she was thinking she
wished she wouldn't have worn this coat because it only makes her an easy
target. 'Well, their not gonna get me! I will be the victorious one!' she
thought smiling evilly.
She could hear crunching noises in the snow—footsteps, she figured. 'Enemy
Engage!' She thought, positing herself to be ready. The footsteps got heavier
and quicker; she squeezed the ball tightly in her hand, the figure came out from
the trees, running towards her, pulling her arm back Eiko shouted, "HIYAH!!"
throwing the snowball at her target. Mikoto swerved to the right, running at top
speed around Eiko; with the snowball in her hand, she grunted, throwing it at
her. Eiko stood stunned, 'How could she dodge my snowball?!' She thought.
Seconds later, the little summoner was lying on the ground, not knowing that she
was hit.
Eiko's face was smeared with snow on her face, she quickly realized
she was hit! She quickly sat up, "HEY! That's not fair! I almost got you and you
dodged it!" She whined. Mikoto laughed, "I've got good refluxes, Eiko, a lot
faster and smarter than you!" Mikoto stood over Eiko, smiling, thinking that she
had won her victory. Eiko narrowed her eyes at the genome.
Mikoto wore black
pants and a heavy dark-pink tunic, her blonde hair had gotten longer over the
past two years and it was simply pulled back into a ponytail. As for Eiko's
light-purple hair, it had gotten longer also, part of her was pulled back in a
ponytail and the rest hung down. They both grew a couple inches taller but Eiko
was a little shorter than Mikoto.
Eiko stood up, wiping the snow off of her face, still glaring her
emerald-green eyes at the genome, "Well, let's go for round three!" she
demanded. Mikoto smirked, shutting her eyes and shrugging, "I don't know!"
Mikoto said in a singsong voice, "You've already lost the last two rounds…why
don't ya say we call it a day?"
"Call it a day?! No way! I want a rematch!"
Eiko shouted.
"Whoa! Calm down now!" a voice, shouted; Eiko and Mikoto
looked in the direction of where it was coming from.
Vivi appeared out from the trees along with other genomes and black mages. He
too, looked the same, still wore the same outfit but had gotten taller too. He
waved his gloved hands, "Just because Eiko lost twice doesn't mean we have to go
another round!"
"I don't have anyone on my team! Let's just have one between
me and Mikoto!" "Uhhh…maybe that isn't such a good idea, Eiko, we've been out
here all morning!" Vivi responded. All of the other black mages and genomes
agreed, nodding their heads, "Plus, it's almost noon and they'll probably give
us something to eat!"
Eiko was shocked, "But, couldn't we just have one
more?" she asked, looking at Mikoto. The female genome looked at her, sighing,
"I suppose!"
"YAY!" Eiko shouted, jumping up and down, her little wings
flapping.
"But only if we divide up into even teams and maybe have a few of
the adults out here…" Mikoto said, smiling.
"Only if you'll let me have Zidane on my team! Just because he's your brother doesn't mean he gets to be with you!" Eiko said. Vivi shook his head, sighing, 'She looks a bit older but still acts the same…' he thought, watching the bickering fight between Eiko and Mikoto, 'I guess some things never change!'
*I'm very sorry to you Steiner fans! I've finally worked up to his character and decided to put him in, since I realize it now, I wished I would've started him off in the beginning of the story and not 'til later! GAH! But I like Steiner very much and he's my cue for comedy…and also some other characters.
Also: I wrote this chapter within two weeks because I am going on a trip to Montana and won't be back until May 8th or the 9th. I will be writing the next chapter as I am on my trip! Thank you SO much for your guys' reviews, I appreciate them a lot! Without your support…I don't if I'd be able to finish this story but I'm glad I've decided to do so! THANK YOU!!!
Teaser: The cat's out of the bag! What will Freya and Amarant do now that things seem suspicious to Fratley? Will this become a love triangle? More than likely it will! Plus, will this "creation" of an unknown enemy reach the grounds of Alexandria Castle and take Zidane and his friends to his mistress? And will Eiko ever win?! There's more to comin' at ya in the next chapter!!