Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Thank you all for reviewing so quickly! Well, sorry about the wait, so here is the second chapter.
Disclaimer: I own Final Fantasy and it's characters. No, just kidding. Sigh.
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Meteor And Ultima
Author: PsychDragoonX
Chapter II: Who The Fuck Are You?
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Who does he think he is? So arrogant and insolent… The only person that matters is me. He's just some delusional crazed maniac several materia short of a Masamune. In fact, isn't that what he was carrying? I've heard that there are many weapons named Masamune, all of them blades. How generic. Magic is more effective than swords and edged weapons.
…And I still managed to get killed by one. Fuck you, Zidane.
I continued walking around in the darkness for, I don't know, five more hours until I saw a figure in the distance. Good, I wanted to let my frustrations out on someone. Preferably by thunder magic so that I can see them twitch uncontrollably.
Oh. Wait. It's Sephiroth. Again.
He looked a bit preoccupied. Perfect. "Sir! General! Sir!" I mock saluted while I smirked. Ah, it's a great feeling to insult someone by their own terms…
Sephiroth narrowed his eyes at me after taking some precaution of stepping closer. "Who the fuck are you, stalking me?" he replied coolly. Because, you know, that's how all leather whores think they are.
"Me? Stalking? NEVER. Especially not to some 2-gil leather whore that constantly carries a phallic symbol," I began. "Or more rather… a dildo." I love me.
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What! Does! He! Think! He! Is!
"You do not talk to me that way, you pathetic thong-wearer."
"Oh! How I am ever so stabbed in the heart with your sharp wit!" He's obviously a drama whore. Some type of whore. I wasn't that far off.
But coming back to the situation on hand… if I remember correctly, they taught us in military school to always ask the local people of the area you are around in. Well, that wouldn't help in several objective cases of now: One, that was common sense. Two, the area is a pitch black darkness that you can walk on. Three, due to reason two, there probably were no locals. Fantastic.
What was the second solution? Oh yeah. Find a way out ASAP and report back to Shinra.
One problem. I'm fucking dead.
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Hmm… He seems lost in thought. Well, time for very dead maniacal villain to exit stage right…
"Wait," he called out. "We should find a way out of here."
"Oh, this is probably our punishment for sinning, or something…"
"What? How do you know of my actions!"
"Your black leather screams 'SCARY SCARY!1111' That's how generic cold oh-so-evil villains look like, sound like, and act like."
That pissed him off.
"And besides, I'm more than intelligent enough to stay away from whores like you. So bye!" And I left with those words leaving him in further confusion and anger.
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Sorry if this is so short! My downfall of writing is the overeagerness of me wanting to put things out within last minute… But please, tell me how this is!