A Day at the Spa
Summary: This is the third and last part of my story, 'A day at the Spa'. With the Final Fantasy XII main characters: Vaan, Penelo, Bash, Ashe, Fran, Balthier, Larsa, Gabranth, ... Well, I hope you enjoy reading it! I do not own Final Fantasy XII or any other Final Fantasy game.
A/N: This story was now changed to 'Rated T' because Basch makes references to 'gay'. Everything else is perfectly okay!
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The cactuar left the Spa and Vaan started looking at the loot that the cactuar gave him. His eyes were glowing...
"Vaan, you're not gonna..." Penelo asked.
"Yes." Vaan replied.
"But that's..."
"No."
"Don't..."
"Okey dokey, here it comes!" Vaan smiled and ate the loot. Eeew. Too much randomness in this story, sorry.
Penelo stared at the blonde, silly guy. She was almost puking.
"Ok Vaan, that is t-o-t-a-l-l-y weirding me out, hun." Balthier shouted.
"Balthier, stop it! You look like my mom now, gods!" Basch stated.
"I am your mom, hun!"
"No you're not."
"Yeah you're right. Now let me bounce in a corner."
"Go ahead."
"With pleasure... pie face..." Balthier whispered and in the next second, giggled.
"What did you say?!"
"I said my face! I mean come on I have perfect skin!" Balthier lied, and started putting cosmetics on his face.
"Balthier are you gay or something?" Basch asked.
"In the good way."
"What?" Basch was shocked, to say the least.
"Forget it, hun. Now let me bounce in a corner in peace or whatever the Author told me to say."
"Okayyy..."
Larsa was trying on some sunglasses. But well, Gabranth...
"Larsa, try these pink ones on!" Gabranth said, like he was proud of himself or something (weird).
"No Gabranth, I... I like these black ones."
Balthier popped in: "Yeah Gabranth, those pink ones are so O-U-T!"
"The bathy-wathy guy! Aww! Larsa, I think he wants another bath!" Gabranth laughed happily.
"I think so too, Gabranth." Larsa giggled evily.
"I will be right back." Gabranth picked Balthier up, again. He walked into the locker rooms and again, he ate a sponge full of soap.
"This is for winning to me when we were playing card games. I hated the poker game." Larsa whispered.
Fran, with her Viera ears, could hear things from a big distance perfectly, so she listened to Larsa's words clearly.
"Hmm, Ashe, did you know that Larsa and Balthier have been using my playing cards to play poker?" Fran asked.
"Wow, Larsa plays poker? And with that gay-dude-man-balthier-the-sky-pirate?" the princess asked back.
"Yes that is what I heard, we, the Viera, can hear much better than Humes."
"I see."
Then Vaan popped in: "Yeah I can see too! How about you Fran?"
"Yes Vaan I have eyes too..." Fran mumbled.
"No, no, no! I asked you if you could see!"
"Of course I can, Vaan. If I have eyes, I can see."
"Well not everyone that has eyes can see. My chicken has eyes and it can't see."
Then Penelo popped in: "No it doesn't, Vaan, you thought her eyes were eggs and you ate them for breakfast last month."
"Eeew." Ashe and Fran looked disgusted.
"Oh... Why didn't I use the eggs I had in the fridge?"
"Because you threw them on Larsa and made him lose the poker game against Balthier!"
"Oh come on why does everyone know about Balthier and Larsa's meetings on Friday at 7PM to play poker except me and Fran?" Ashe asked.
"It's simple" Penelo paused her sentence for a moment, because Vaan was making the 'Chicken-without-eyes Dance'... "As I was saying, it's simple. Look at Balthier's pocket. It has a note saying «Do not forget to play poker with Larsa on Fridays at 7PM. Oh and don't forget to bring lucky charm - Vaan's underwear»"
"Akward..."
"My underwear? Aha. So he always uses my pink underwear. That's MY lucky charm!" Vaan shouted.
"Umm Vaan," Fran giggled "You use pink underwear?"
"Oopsie. Oh well. Yeah the nice lady at the market where I bought them made me a discount."
Suddenly, Balthier came out of the locker rooms. He hiccuped soap, because he ate it.
"Umm everyone, did you realise that... that cactuar that was here an hour ago was the one we had to visit for our hunt?"
The room was very quiet for a few seconds. Everyone felt stupid.
"OH NO!" everyone shouted, angry, because now they had to go look for him again. They all left running very quickly. The moogle, owner of the Spa, didn't even have the chance to say:
"Hey, you forgot to PAY!"
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A/N: Well this was the last chapter of my fic, "A day at the Spa". I enjoyed writing it very much, so I hope you enjoyed reading it! If you really liked this story, please add it to your favourites as well. Bye!
THE END