Hi, thanks for any reviews! Here's the second chapter, and Wakka decides heneeds tosharpen up his act if he's going to be the antichrist.
11th April 2005
Wakka: Son of the Devil- Chapter 2Wakka was in a very good mood. The sun was shining, there were pretty flowers all around him, and, best of all, he finally felt like he had a part to play in the huge cosmic game. He strolled along humming the Blitzball theme to himself without a care in the world… except... now that he was out here, he didn't really know whether he was cut out to be the antichrist. True, he had a secret love of fire, but he didn't have a clue where to start. Spira was so huge, and there was such a lot of hate and destruction to be handed out.
Finally, walking through the Calmlands, he saw the opportunity that could prove perfect for testing out his abilities. A chocobo and its rider were approaching. This was it. At last, he could prove that he wasn't just some second-fiddle character in Yuna's quest. He was no longer just the comic relief in a tale that was not his. He was Wakka, heir to the black throne, sired from the dark one, and son of the devil! At last, he could show everyone that was a person, he'd show Yuna, and Tidus, and best of all: he'd show Lulu! Now she'd respect him and see him for who he really is, maybe even grow to love him… anyway! This was it! He'd strike, now!
"Uh, hi. I'm Wakka, heir to the, uh, black throne, sired from the dark one, and, uh, son of the devil. I'm gonna take this chocobo and set you on fire now… so if you might want to get outta the way, ya?" he informed the chocobo rider, politely. Well, he thought, I'd wanna be warned if some punk came round settin' me on fire!
"Tch! Yeah, and I'm The Angel Gabriel!" replied the rider, tersely.
"Y-you're not frightened? Awww, man!" Wakka sighed, and sat on the ground. He promptly jumped up, cursing, and chose a less thistly place to sit, "Darn, spiky, dumb… PLANTS! Man… why was he not worried? Shudda given him a piece o' my mind!" he said, getting up.
He kicked the ground angrily, but forgot the thistle, which took advantage of his sandals. "Owwwww! You! -You! – Argghh!" At a loss for words, Wakka scorched (or rather lightly crisped- his magic wasn't to high) the offending plant.
Wow, thought Wakka, maybe if I get angry enough, I'll be better at this whole antichrist business… "Muahahaha" he laughed manically, feeling a lot more positive. Now he just needed to get angry…
Wakka tried a number of different theories. Firstly, he tried single-handedly taking on Shinryu in the monster arena. Unfortunately, this did not work, as he could only remember the first 15 seconds of the battle. The rest was just blank up till he had woke up in the arena's recovery room. He had then tried repeatedly speaking to the familiar looking man at the entrance slope to the Calmlands, but soon realised that he was in way over his head with that one. He slouched away after hearing "And that, as they say, is that," one too many times. The chocobo trainer caught his eye and he decided that trying to obtain Caladbolg might aggravate him sufficiently. Surprisingly, even that was a short- lived anger, as he then came across his favourite flower.
"Darn, I'll never get angry! Hallo, what's this?" Wakka noticed a sign that he had not seen before. By the entrance to the travel agency a notice had been put up, reading "Anger management- enquire within."
"Al-right! Finally! Woo!" Wakka cheered, receiving strange looks from Rin and the lady behind the counter. But then, wouldn't you stare at a ginger, hyper blitzer with a Jamaican accent who cheers at anger management signs?
Our "hero" found himself seated in a circle of rather odd looking people, in so far that they all were red, had bunched fists and wore frowns stern enough to fry hypellos. "Jeez, these guys don't look like they need anger management. I wish I was as angry as them. Don't be put off, Wakka! They've probably just bin doin' this a lot longer than you!" Wakka whispered to himself.
Finally, Rin walked in with his usual salesman's grin. "Hi! My name is Rin. I am honoured that you have attended my value course of anger management."
"RRRRRRRR! Your voice is so infuriating! Were here for an anger management course, not to buy your rubbishy Al-Bhed merchandise!" said one man, kicking his chair in rage, a large vein throbbing on his forehead.
"I would like to ask you to leave, I cannot help an Al-Bhed hater such as yourself." Rin replied, calmly as usual. "Please check out our great range of weaponry and armour on your way out. Your patronage is much appreciated."
The man stormed off, muttering something about Al-Bhed prices being hardly worth it.
"Now, let us continue. Firstly, I want you to each to stand up in turn and say a little bit about yourself. Let's start with you." Rin pointed to the man on Wakka's left, who stood up.
"'Lo. I'm Frank, I'm 47, and I'm here because I can't control my anger when it comes to chocobo racing. Whenever I bet I lose and it ticks me off big!"
"That doesn't explain why you're here!" Wakka exclaimed, looking confused, "Why do you need anger management if you already get angry? I think you're a bit confused, ya!"
"No, anger management is to make you less angry, mot to aggravate you, numbskull!"
"Whoa! Sorry, man! And, are you sure?"
"YES!"
"Oh. Darn… are you sur-"
"YESSS!"
"O.k.! I'm goin' already! 'N' I did know what anger management was… I was just testing to see if you knew… Oh, and Rin, I don't find your voice 'nfuriatin'. I find it quite soothing." He said as he left the room.
"Err, thankyou…"
Thank goodness I thought fast, ya! Wakka thought, They mighta thought I was thick!
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!Please review, the 3rd chapter should be up soon. Cheers!