Final Fantasy IX Fanfic
Chapter 2: Hmmm… rum…
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the FF IX characters.
Claimer: I do own Storm and other characters not shown in the FF IX series.
Storm's P.O.V.
Solemnly sinking away, thoughts clouded my mind, my mind twisting and turning into gasps of black and blues. I could think no more, thoughts bugging to be let out, secrets that needed to be told. I twisted in my bed, pulling the coverings more over me. I couldn't escape my thoughts, until…
BAM!
I landed face first on the ground. "Ow…" I thought, picking myself up from the ground. "Now, to find something in here to wear…"
I picked around the closet only to find some worn out pants and shirt, both moth eaten and brown from blood and mold. "I guess I'll stay in what I'm wearing now…" I quietly stated, walking out the door. I walked down the entrancing hallway, careful not to fall into any pit falls. I continued to quietly pursue my target: The door back to their rambunctious babbling bunch of idiots. I stopped and opened the door to be blinded by a sudden burst of light and noise.
Zidane's P.O.V.
"So she returns… no doubt in looking for me? Are you girlie?" I said slyly, hoping that this would bring Storm to attention. She looked over at me, and smirking I turned to the guys and said, "See? She's already warming up to…" I was cut off. I blade was sitting at my throat and God forbid that it would slice through my neck.
"I thought I told you, and the lot of ya, not to call me anything that has to do with those sissy girlies, like Princess Garnet, or I'd slit your throat. So, will little Zidane ever call me girlie again?" Storm said, keeping the blade perfectly balanced at my neck.
"No…" I said quietly struggling to keep away any contact with the blade. (- He did it again. Storm's gonna murder him if he doesn't quit.) She pulled away the blade and sheathed it, smirking.
"I hope that teaches the lot of ya not to call me sissy names. Or it'll be your head," she smiled and sat down in a chair farther away from the lot of us.
Baku looked over at me and another thief and said, "Go get the rum, and get the little lady something to drink.." he stated, getting a glare from Storm. "Uh, I mean, Storm. Get Storm something to drink, heh heh, oh…" he restated, Storm restraining from murdering him.
I walked into the kitchen with the younger thief following me. "Okay, let's see, Storm gets water, and you bring out the rum," I said, handing him the entire boxful of it. He slowly trudged it out and then put it on the table. Then, an idea occurred to me. What if I put a little bit of alcohol in Storm's water? Would she notice? Well, she'd certainly be more enlightening to the party. I pulled it out and put 5 drops of pure alcohol in her water and carried it out to her.
"What's in it?" she stated, looking at it curiously and untrustingly.
"Nothing but pure water," I said, with a long pause.
"Why should I trust you? Oh well, down the hatch," she replied, gulping it down. There was a pause from everyone 'til she finally said, "Got some more?"
Storm's P.O.V. (1 hour later)
"And then he said: You're fired. Then I said: Why am I fired? Then he said: Cause ye broke a twig. Then I said: I didn't break no twig…" I said falling over. I got back up and raised the "water" and yelled: "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" falling over and passing out.
"Umm… Zidane, what exactly do you put in her drink?" Blanc said, he apparently hadn't gotten drunk. (He's like smart or something. O.o)
Zidane continued to sway and looked extremely drunk. "Oh nothin but a nit of balcobal. Nothin nuch at all…" he said, falling over. Apparently the alcohol had messed up his speech.
Baku got up and yelled, "Let's all bance!" All the thieves got up and started dancing around like ninnies 'til I got up. Then they all stopped and watched, scared as little puppies at what I was gonna do.
"What'ch all doin, stoppin' the bancing? Let's all bance!" I yelled, jumping on the middle round table and continuously twirling while holding my glass. Blanc looked at them all twirling, then at me and rolled his eyes. (He has eyes? He really does? O.o)
Normal P.O.V.
The music blasted for several hours, keeping everyone up all night. At least until 2:30a.m. in the morning in which Blanc turned off the music and we were all past out.
Blanc rolled his eyes again and sat up in another chair and went to bed…(He rolled his eyes again!-)
A/N: Okay, I know, but I had to torture Storm and make her drunk. Lol. I just had to. Funny right? And Blanc keeps rolling his eyes. AHHHH!
P.S. 5 Reviews= Chapter 3. K? K.
Chapter 2: Hmmm… rum…
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the FF IX characters.
Claimer: I do own Storm and other characters not shown in the FF IX series.
Storm's P.O.V.
Solemnly sinking away, thoughts clouded my mind, my mind twisting and turning into gasps of black and blues. I could think no more, thoughts bugging to be let out, secrets that needed to be told. I twisted in my bed, pulling the coverings more over me. I couldn't escape my thoughts, until…
BAM!
I landed face first on the ground. "Ow…" I thought, picking myself up from the ground. "Now, to find something in here to wear…"
I picked around the closet only to find some worn out pants and shirt, both moth eaten and brown from blood and mold. "I guess I'll stay in what I'm wearing now…" I quietly stated, walking out the door. I walked down the entrancing hallway, careful not to fall into any pit falls. I continued to quietly pursue my target: The door back to their rambunctious babbling bunch of idiots. I stopped and opened the door to be blinded by a sudden burst of light and noise.
Zidane's P.O.V.
"So she returns… no doubt in looking for me? Are you girlie?" I said slyly, hoping that this would bring Storm to attention. She looked over at me, and smirking I turned to the guys and said, "See? She's already warming up to…" I was cut off. I blade was sitting at my throat and God forbid that it would slice through my neck.
"I thought I told you, and the lot of ya, not to call me anything that has to do with those sissy girlies, like Princess Garnet, or I'd slit your throat. So, will little Zidane ever call me girlie again?" Storm said, keeping the blade perfectly balanced at my neck.
"No…" I said quietly struggling to keep away any contact with the blade. (- He did it again. Storm's gonna murder him if he doesn't quit.) She pulled away the blade and sheathed it, smirking.
"I hope that teaches the lot of ya not to call me sissy names. Or it'll be your head," she smiled and sat down in a chair farther away from the lot of us.
Baku looked over at me and another thief and said, "Go get the rum, and get the little lady something to drink.." he stated, getting a glare from Storm. "Uh, I mean, Storm. Get Storm something to drink, heh heh, oh…" he restated, Storm restraining from murdering him.
I walked into the kitchen with the younger thief following me. "Okay, let's see, Storm gets water, and you bring out the rum," I said, handing him the entire boxful of it. He slowly trudged it out and then put it on the table. Then, an idea occurred to me. What if I put a little bit of alcohol in Storm's water? Would she notice? Well, she'd certainly be more enlightening to the party. I pulled it out and put 5 drops of pure alcohol in her water and carried it out to her.
"What's in it?" she stated, looking at it curiously and untrustingly.
"Nothing but pure water," I said, with a long pause.
"Why should I trust you? Oh well, down the hatch," she replied, gulping it down. There was a pause from everyone 'til she finally said, "Got some more?"
Storm's P.O.V. (1 hour later)
"And then he said: You're fired. Then I said: Why am I fired? Then he said: Cause ye broke a twig. Then I said: I didn't break no twig…" I said falling over. I got back up and raised the "water" and yelled: "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" falling over and passing out.
"Umm… Zidane, what exactly do you put in her drink?" Blanc said, he apparently hadn't gotten drunk. (He's like smart or something. O.o)
Zidane continued to sway and looked extremely drunk. "Oh nothin but a nit of balcobal. Nothin nuch at all…" he said, falling over. Apparently the alcohol had messed up his speech.
Baku got up and yelled, "Let's all bance!" All the thieves got up and started dancing around like ninnies 'til I got up. Then they all stopped and watched, scared as little puppies at what I was gonna do.
"What'ch all doin, stoppin' the bancing? Let's all bance!" I yelled, jumping on the middle round table and continuously twirling while holding my glass. Blanc looked at them all twirling, then at me and rolled his eyes. (He has eyes? He really does? O.o)
Normal P.O.V.
The music blasted for several hours, keeping everyone up all night. At least until 2:30a.m. in the morning in which Blanc turned off the music and we were all past out.
Blanc rolled his eyes again and sat up in another chair and went to bed…(He rolled his eyes again!-)
A/N: Okay, I know, but I had to torture Storm and make her drunk. Lol. I just had to. Funny right? And Blanc keeps rolling his eyes. AHHHH!
P.S. 5 Reviews= Chapter 3. K? K.