Scene Three: A Disturbing Encounter
A/N: I'm sorry about this song. It's just disturbing. Uh…^^' yeah. On a happier note, thanks for my reviews! Make an author's day-review their fic.
[Tidus is wandering around the woods with Rumoluf, when he meets a Mysterious Man (who is actually Maester Mika). The man tells Tidus he'd be lucky to exchange his bird for a "sack of beans. Elsewhere in the woods, Rikku is skipping along with her moogle and various baked goods towards the Moonflow. Suddenly, a disheveled and not-quite-sober former blitzball star stumbles on to the path. Rikku doesn't notice him immediately; maybe because she's on such a sugar high that the world seems to be shaking ever so slightly, or maybe because he promptly fell into a ditch. In any case, Jecht spots Rikku first from his ditch. He is slightly delirious.]
Jecht: Mmmh…
Unhh...
Look at that flesh, pink and plump.
Hello, little girl...
Tender and fresh, not one lump.
Hello, little girl...
This one's especially lush,
Delicious...
Mmmh...
[To Rikku] Hello, little girl, what's your rush?
You're missin' all the flowers.
The sun won't set for hours,
Take your time.
Rikku: Mother said,
"Straight ahead,"
Not to delay or be misled.
Jecht: But slow, little girl,
Hark! And hush—
The birds are singin' sweetly.
You'll miss the birds completely,
You're travelin' so fleetly.
Grandmother first,
Then dessert...
What a delectable couple:
Utter perfection, one brittle, one supple—
One moment, my dear--!
Rikku: Mother said,
"Come what may,
Follow the path and never stray."
Jecht: Just so, little girl-- any path.
So many worth explorin'.
Just one would be so boring.
And look what you're ignorin'...
Think of those crisp, aging bones,
Then something fresh on the palate.
Think of that scrumptious carnality twice in one day--!
There's no possible way
To remain on your feet
Talkin' to somethin' so…sweet!
[Jecht gets so excited, he falls down again. He gets himself up with some difficulty]
Rikku: Mother said not to stray.
Still, I suppose, a small delay...
Granny might like a fresh bouquet...
Goodbye, sir. [Giggles nervously]
[To the moogle] Come along, Lyldin.
[She runs off]
Jecht: Goodbye, little girl. And hello...
[Jecht chortles, than laughs. The laugh turns into a cough. He starts choking on his own spit. After a minute or to
of hacking, Jecht stumbles off.]