Disclaimer: As much as I like Bahamut, and would absolutely love to own him as a pet, I don't. Nor do I own Final Fantasy.

Title: Punishment

Summery: Shiva is one scary girl.

Griever, the only one of them that was more solitude obsessed then the depressed Bahamut, was sniggering, nay, laughing his heart out at the sight of Bahamut, his only friend, his rear end bright red, struggling to sit in his usual cross legged posture. Eventually, the dragon settled for lying on his side, tail covering the red butt.

"What happened to you?" Griever asked, ignoring the withering glare Bahamut sent at him.

"Shiva happened." Bahamut replied, intent on learning whether he could glare hard enough to make the lion-like creature spontaneously combust. So far, no luck.

"And why did she...?" Griever trailed off, settling for nodding at Bahamut's rear.

"I was practicing being a dragon - spitting fireballs - when Ifrit came bounding along and threw off my aim. I accidentally set Shiva's clothes alight."

Griever's laughter came out louder then ever.

"You set what little clothing she actually has on fire?" The lion asked. "Dead man walking."

"Thanks for the reassurance. Now I'm going to be paranoid about whether or not she'll come back for more."

"So tell me, how did this come about?" Griever asked his friend. "Just between us."

Bahamut took a deep breath, readying another fireball. Ever since Shiva had spoken to him yesterday, Bahamut had felt the need to actually do something. So, he was being a typical dragon, and spitting fireballs into the sky. Hades and Diablos were still afraid to go anywhere near him, fleeing from the sight of him. That was good; he'd rather not be disturbed. And if he could perfect this, he'd be able to scare them off if they ever plucked up the courage to come near him again. He felt in something in his chest and spat out the fireball he'd been readying. The red ball of flame flew high into the sky, before going out from the lack of fuel to keep it burning. The silvery blue dragon silently cheered in victory. They were getting better, hotter, going further without being extinguished. Maybe he wouldn't just be a simple pushover when the time comes.

"Hey Bahamut." A deep voice growled from behind him.

Bahamut jumped in surprise at the presence behind him. He turned and found the resident pyromaniac grinning insanely.

"Nice, you're making better fire." Ifrit growled, still grinning. "Do another one, but try to do it faster this time."

Surprised at Ifrit's sudden orders, Bahamut took a deep breath, readying the ball of fire, only this time focusing more on getting it done quicker then before. In half the time, it was ready. Bahamut grinned; it felt almost as hot as last time. He readied himself to exhale, when Ifrit's palm slammed into his back. The gesture was probably one of impatience from the fire elemental; most likely to get him to exhale what he already had, but instead of just making him spit the fire out, it made him stagger forward slightly, head lowered, when the fire left his mouth. The pair stared in shock as the fire flew towards a hill where Shiva sat meditating.

"We're doomed." Bahamut muttered, drawing an agreeing nod from the pyromaniac.

"At least she can put it out easily." Ifrit reasoned.

The fireball hit its mark... the cloth wrapped around Shiva's chest, covering her breasts. The ice elemental screamed in surprise, and quickly smothered the flames. She looked upwards, at where the two responsible were standing, anger evident in her eyes.

"YOU! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! ALL MALES ARE THE SAME, WHY SHOULD YOU TWO BE ANY DIFFERENT!" The ice elemental screamed, running towards them.

Bahamut and Ifrit turned towards each other, terrified.

"RUN!" Bahamut yelled, turning to flee.

Ifrit bounded away with a yell of "Every man for himself!"

Bahamut hadn't counted on Shiva's speed; she only seemed that much faster now that she was furious with him. She quickly caught up to the dragon and yanked on his tail, sending him falling face first into the ground. He rolled over, and saw a fire burning within the 6 years his elder's eyes. She grabbed his ankles and hoisted upwards, somehow mustering the strength to lift him even part-way with only the one hand. Her limit was reached when the only part of Bahamut on the ground was the back of his head and his shoulders. She quickly stomped a foot on his tail and kept in there, preventing his tail from lashing out. He still struggled, but Shiva turned her skin ice cold, and made it colder the more he resisted. He gave up when he realized that he wasn't getting out of her hold. Now what was she holding him up like this for?

Shiva breathed through grit teeth, looking furiously at the perverted dragon that had attempted to burn her clothes off. The hand that wasn't holding onto Bahamut's ankles was clenching and un-clenching itself.

"You filthy pervert. To think I trusted you..."

"C'mon. It was an accident." Bahamut pleaded, looking increasingly nervous. "Ifrit knocked me so I screwed up my aim."

"And it just happened to coincidently set my clothing on fire?"

"Yes... Ok, even I didn't believe that..."

"No one should ever believe lies. I didn't think I was ever going to do this to my children, let alone to someone I had considered a friend." Shiva scolded, raising a hand.

"Shiva, what? Look, I'm sorry. Please, let me go."

Shiva brought her hand down.

A small distance away, Ifrit panted, a bemused looking Arthur watching him.

"What mischief are thoust up to now?" The legendary king asked.

"I mucked up Bahamut's aim when he was practicing with the fireballs."

"And? I can't see any fire."

"His fireball hit Shiva's clothing. It was an accident, I swear! I never even knew Shiva was meditating on the hill. Hell, I didn't even know she meditates."

"And where is Bahamut now?"

"Dunno. We were separated since we were both running away, she looked so mad."

"Are thou saying thou left thy friend to the mercy of Shiva?"

A loud smack could be heard from the other side of the hill. Both Arthur and Ifrit stared in the direction that it came from, eyes wide at the yowl of pain from Bahamut. This sound could be heard repeatedly.

"I guess I did..." Ifrit trailed off, uncertain.

"I'll go save our future leader from certain doom at the hands of Shiva." Arthur sighed, standing up. "Thou should stay here, else thy might be tempted to hand you over to the maiden."

Ifrit nodded, understanding. No sense putting oneself into certain doom. He laughed nervously.

The Knight moved over the hill, to save the dragon from his wrongful punishment.

Griever burst out laughing again.

"S'not funny." Bahamut whined at his friend, giving the most pathetic look he could.

Griever stopped laughing, though he occasionally he sniggered at the mental image of what had happened.

"So what happened then?"

"Arthur saved me from yet more humiliation. Apparently she was fully prepared to drag me along so everyone could see me being made an example of." Bahamut muttered, sourly. "Bloody girls. And if anyone hears about this, I'm going to hurt you!"

"Don't worry, this stays between you and me." Griever told the dragon. "Unless Shiva tells anyone else about it, in which case you're screwed."

"Wonderful... If she ever does that to me again, I am going make her regret it."

Griever burst into laughter yet again.

-End