Disclaimer: All I do is RP as Quistis. That's all.

A/N: This chapter is to short and too crappy. Someone tell me somthing better. I think I make one persons advice (you know who you are! ::wink) and make costume undergarment thingers. Ah. You know. oO

Chapter Two: Going to Japan for Stealing a Bra

It had been nearly a year since poor Cloud's underwear had been stolen, and the fad of wearing it on your head was slowing starting to die down. In fact, Mukki and Rikku were the only ones that ever even wore them anymore.

"I'm bored," Rikku said to Quistis. Rikku was doing...things. Indeed she was! Actually, she was doing nothing. That's why she was bored.

"So do something," Quistis said, being very unhelpful. Shame, shame for not helping a friend in need, for a friend in need is a friend indeed.

What the hell am I saying? I don't even get that phrase thing. Stupid phrases. I hate phrases!

Anyway, when people are bored, they usually do stupid things, like blow things up.

Which was what Rikku was doing with some home made bombs.

"I don't think you should really be messing with those things..." Quistis said, eyeing her.

"What things?" Rikku asked, dropping one of the bombs. They had been making their was across Vincent's lawn to the park, because they liked cutting across lawns. And his grass was pretty much dead anyway, so it's not like it mattered if they tramped across it like some sort of barbarian or something.

"Duck!" yelled Quistis, pulling Rikku to the floor.

The bomb, suffice to say, completely busted Vincent's window.

"..."

"..."

"Those things," Quistis said, standing up and taking Rikku's bombs from her.

"Hey! Give those back!" Rikku said. "I made those myself!"

"Why?" asked Quistis. "Because the even the people who sell fireworks know better then to give you anything explosive?"

"...No..." Rikku said, lying. Some cussing was heard near the broken window inside of the house.

"Looks like Vincent's awake," Rikku said.

There was a long silence.

"Do you think he would kill us?" Rikku asked.

"No," said Quistis. "We're too cute."

"RIKKU! I KNOW YOU DID THIS AND I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AND WHOEVER MIGHT OF POSSIBALY HELPED OR JUST WAS THERE!"

...

The two began running for the hills.

"...You blew up...Vincent's window?" Selphie asked when they had gotten home.

"Well, it wasn't really MY fault," said Rikku. "It was mostly Quistis."

"Me???" asked Quistis. "How is it MY fault?"

"Well," Rikku said, "I would like to know how it was MINE."

"One," Quistis said, "they were your bombs. Two, you were the one who was carrying them. And three, you were the one who dropped the bomb in the first place."

"Okay, so it was all my fault," Rikku said, "but Vincent said he would kill anyone who was just there with me, so don't even TRY and get out of death."

Right then there was a pounding on the door.

"Tell Vincent we're not home," Rikku whimpered.

Eventually, Vincent forgave Rikku for blowing up his window and Quistis for being there when the incident happened.

Actually, he didn't, but Quistis was able to deal with that. They all just lied to Rikku and told her that he did because they didn't want her to be broken hearted or something like that.

Plus they found great enjoyment in lying to her. Yay for lying to Rikku!

But that really has nothing to do with this chapter, and honestly, I don't know why I put it in there. Maybe there is something wrong with me.

Or maybe to cheer herself up, Rikku stole Selphie's bra.

"Where's my bra?"

Quistis looked up from her cup of coffee.

"I don't know," she said, "I'm not the keeper of bras. Or your bra. Or any bra. Ask Cloud. I do believe that Keeper of The Bras is his job."

Meanwhile Rikku was dancing around in the town square with the bra over her shirt.

"I heard you danced around in my bra in the town square today," Selphie said, hands on her hips.

"Maybe," said Rikku, Selphie's bra sticking out of her pocket. Selphie pulled it out and waved it at her.

"Don't steal my bras!" Selphie said.

To make a long story short, Rikku ran away to Japan for a month to get away from Selphie.

A/N: I splet someone's name wrong the whole time in the last chapter, but I'm in a rush writeing these A/N's, so I hope you can all just figure out who it was. oo