Hey everyone, I'm back. Sorry about the last chapter being all bunched together. This is my first fan fiction, so I couldn't figure out how to indent the paragraphs. (heh heh) Hopefully I'll be able to fix that this chapter and maybe go back and fix the last one. But, if it doesn't work would somebody please tell me how to do that.
You know this is kinda funny I was doing my science homework today about the periodic table of elements( is it just me, or is that not the MOST ANNOYING thing in the history of school) Anyway, one of the elements was called 'tantalum'. I thought that was funny cuz it sounds like Tantalus HA HA isn't that funny? . . . --silence-- . . . isn't it? . . . Ok, yea, shutting up now.
OH, OH, and I also wanna thank Aisler, my first reviewer! I don't know you, but YOU ARE MY NEW BEST FRIEND! OMG when I read your review, I swear, I couldn't stop smiling. I was soooooooo happy. Thank you sooo much! And I'd also like to thank Linker27 for reviewing. Yeah, I know I didn't explain much in the last chapter, but it'll all make sense eventually. Anywho, I love ur fic so, don't worry, I'l definitely keep reviewing. And as for that idea u have for a fic about Blank, I'm sure it doesn't suck (I mean heck, it's about Blank. Nothing that's about Blank sucks) lol. And, my last review is from wildflower92490 (AKA Jaime) heh, don't worry, u'll understand a whole lot more after you play the game. Luv ya, Jaime.
Disclaimer: Disclaimers are so pointless. Of course I don't own FFIX, darn it! And, anyone who claims that they do, I just have one thing to say to you . . . POSER! You should just go $&#& up your $&# you stupid &!&#$ . . . . --shifty eyes-- --puppy face-- What! I didn't say anything...
Just kidding, I don't cuss . . . much. Lol
Chapter Two
"Suppose to be Dead"
The whole way to the theatre, Marcus said nothing. He was still deep in thought about the past. He still couldn't believe that he and Blank used to hate each other. Marcus had already had to get used to Zidane joining Tantalus a year before Blank, so it was hard for him to have to get used to Blank as well.
"Hey Marcus," Blank once again woke him up from his thoughts. " Is something wrong? You haven't said much since we left the inn."
"Oh. No, nothings wrong." Marcus answered."I was just thinking."
"About what?" Blank asked.
" . . . I don't know."
"How can you not know what you were thinking about? I don't think I know how to do that. That's like talking and not knowing what you're saying . . . Oh wait, I've done that. . . . never mind."
Marcus smiled, laughing at Blank. Blank had always been the clown in the group, the comic relief when everyone was feeling down. Nobody knew how to make people laugh like he did. Which was bad for Blank, because whenever he was depressed about something, nobody wasas good atcheeringhim up or making him laugh.But, luckily, he's rarely ever sad. He can't be sad when it's his responsibility to lighten the mood of those around him.
"Come on, people," Baku yelled to everyone from the stage. "Let's get started . We need to get enough rehearsal time in before the play tonight".
After rehearsing for four hours and then eating dinner(Cinna was starving by then since he had slept through breakfast and lunch), the members of Tantalus sat back stage as the seats in the audience continued to fill.
"Ok, everyone," Baku stood up to give them all a quick pep talk. "We've been practicing for months, so let's get out there and kick some major ass. Let's go show these nobles what real acting looks like." With that said, Baku stepped out onto the stage and the play began.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonights performance takes place long ago. It's a tale about a peasant boy, named Zidane, who lived with his older brothers and their father. Zidane was his fathers favorite son. He loved Zidane more than any of his brothers. But, one day, when their father confesses his favoritism to Zidane andhis sixbrothers, his brothers let jealousy take control and they attempt to murder their beloved brother."
"Why can't we just kill him now and get it done with?" the eldest brother,Cinna, asked. "We wouldn't have to tell Father."
"Yes, we would. What would we tell Father when he noticed his favorite son was missing?" their other brother, Genero, asked.
"I've got an idea," said Marcus. "We can lead him into the woods, kill him and come back to the house to tell Father that a wild animal killed him. And, although we 'tried to help', we couldn't do anything about it." The rest of the boys nodded there heads in agreement. All except for Blank, who was the second youngest in their family (A/N remember, this is just a play. They're not really brothers, besides the nero bros, and this isn't their real order of age).
So the next day, the boys took Zidane deep into the woods, claiming they wanted to show him something. Zidane, being the naïve boy that he was, eagerly followed.
During the next scene, Marcus was suppose to attempt to kill Zidane, and Blank was suppose to stop him, but Marcus looked around and noticed that Blank wasn't there. He took a glance back stage to see both Cinna and Blank bleeding and struggling to stand.Marcus quickly slipped off stage to see what was going on. On his way over to help them, he pulled the curtain closed, which caused a great comotion in the audience.
"Blank! Cinna! Are you two alright?" ha asked as he ran over to them.
"Marcus stop!" Blank yelled to him. Marcus's gaze followed Blank's, and he looked up to see a tall man dressed in black armor in front of them. The man had short red hair and a blood stained sword in his left hand.
"YOU!" the mysterious man yelled as he took a few more steps towards the three boys. The man growled angrily to himself and then started yelling again. "You were suppose to be dead!" He continued to walk forward, but stopped once he got a few feet away from Blank, who was still lying on the floor in pain from the man's sneak attack. Cinna waskneeling on the floor a few feet behind Blank. He had been struck by the man's sword as well whenhe had tried to helpBlank"I'll kill you, now," he said to Blankas Blank pleadingly looked up at him. "I'LL MAKE SURE YOU'RE DEAD THIS TIME!" the man said as he raised his sword. Blank braced himself, but then he heard an "ughf" and a thud on the floor. Blank looked up again to see Baku standing there with his fist on the man's stomach. The mysterious man was now kneeling on the floor in pain, gasping for breath.
The man slowly and painfully got up (anybody would have trouble getting up after one of Baku's punches). He stepped backwards, away from Baku. "I could easily kill you all right now," the man said in his sinister toned voice. "And I will kill you, all of you," the man turned to Blank, "And I'll make sure that you die the most torturous death of all." With that said, the man turned around and walked towards the back exit of the theatre.
"Hold on, you!" Baku yelled after the man. "You can't just come in here and through my boys around!" The man payed no attention to Baku, he just kept walking, not even looking back. Blank glared, getting up suddenly and running after him; but once Blank got out the back door of the theatre, the mysterious man was nowhere to be found, vanishing into thin air.
"Damn it," Blank cursed to himself. "Who the hell was that?"
"Well, he seemed to know who you were," Zidane said,pointing out the obvious.
" . . ." Blank didn't know what to say, he had nothing to say. He was so confused trying to figure out who this man might have been.
"Come on Blank, we've still got a play to finish. We'll try to figure this out after we fly back to Lindblum," Baku said as they prepared to step back out into the spotlight and finish their performance.
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So, what do u think? Yea, I know I kinda left it without much explanation, but don't worry everything will be explained in due time. Anyways, I really hope u enjoyed it and please review. I LUV U PPL! (heh, suckers, no I don't) hee hee just kidding!