Author's note: Hi everyone! Whee :D My first fan fiction. It's not
that good but it's alright. I spent long, sleepless nights writing
this story [say 'thanks' to brainy!]...so, it would mean a LOT to me if
you guys RR. I love lollipops. They taste real good. Ah...teehee.
Disclaimer: Don't you guys get bored seeing this? Hmm...Oh well. Unfortunately, I don't own FF9. I only own my characters and a jar of lollipops. [ The lollipops are mine! kekeke!]
GarnetRandom quote: Let's ask the magic shell!! -spongebob square pants
I bit the corner of my lips nervously. A shudder ran through my
body as I took a peek at the rearview mirror. My palms were clammy, my
usually lustrous auburn brown hair was in a frizzy mess and my cheeks
were a pale sickly ashy color. In other words, I look dreadfully
horrid. I broke into a wide grin. My heart was possibly bursting with
overflowing happiness. I'm not weird! This is all a part of my plan.
You'd see.
"Hope is not lost." I thought wistfully to myself.
My mother turned to face me. Her eyebrows were raised and she
looked utterly confused. "What did you say Garnet dear? You lost
something?"
My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. Had I actually said my
thoughts out loud? Oh great. That was a smart thing to do. Lowering my
gaze to the carpeted floor of the limousine, I mumbled a barely
audible "Nothing".
"Garnet, dear! You're all flushed. Do you have a fever?"
inquired my mother frantically, her face ceased with worry. She placed
her hand on my forehead.
I blinked. "Huh? Fever? I'm not sic-"I stopped myself. Woohoo!
Wonderful! It's time to launch Plan A! I could probably see my brain
cells waving their cute little flags in delight. Father had always
said that I had the potential to be an actress. So, let's put my
acting skills to good use!
"Oh, mother! My head hurts! Maybe we should head back home. I
think I'm coming down with a fever," I cried dramatically as I
clutched my stomach. My mother panicked. "Turn the car around! Turn
the car around! We are going back home. My Garnet is sick! Turn the
car around!!!" she screeched.
I smiled contentedly, pleased with myself. My plan had work
after all! I don't have to go to school and be stuck with that idiot
for another sickening school term.
"Your Majesty! I, Alderbert Stenier, Captain of the Knights Of
Pluto have a reason to believe that Princess Garnet is not sick,"
announced Steiner in unnecessarily loud voice. He was my bodyguard,
Steiner. I sat on my hands to restrain myself from strangling the poor
man.
"What do you mean, "not sick"?" questioned my mother, her eyes
narrowed to slits.
I shot a sharp glare at Steiner, praying that he would keep
his mouth shut.
Steiner coughed to clear his throat. "Uhm. What I mean is that
the princess is indeed well. Usually when she is sick, she plans to
keep the matter secretly to herself instead of ...Uh... displaying a
show. I think the princess does not want to go school, your majesty. I
do believe she has a perfectly good reason why."
"Don't kill the man. Don't kill the man," I chanted silently.
"Is this true, Garnet? Are you not unwell? You don't want to
go to school?"
Bwah! Plan A failed. Um...what was Plan B again? I groaned. I
can't take this anymore! "I'm perfectly fine, mother! What Uncle
Steiner said is true! I don't want to go to school!"
I caught Steiner's gaze. "Uncle?!" he mouthed wordlessly. I
flashed him an apologetic smile. "It's that monkey-boy, Zidane! He's
just so...argh...annoying! You can't imagine what he puts me through!
Mother, please! I want to go back home!"
There! The truth is out. Strangely, I don't feel any better.
My mother sighed and brushed my unruly hair turning it into its
original state. "Darling, I thought you are friends with that boy?
Remember? You used to invite him to our castle and both of you would
play and dance and sing and-"
I knew she wouldn't understand. I shook my head in
exasperation. "Mother! We used to be friends! "
She ignored me."Every year you come up with a crazy idea that
would stop me from bringing you to school...Aren't you tired of it?"
"No," I retorted shortly.
Once again, I was ignored. Okay. This is not fun. I don't want
to play this 'let's ignore each other game'.
"I wonder what happened to your friendship...Hopefully, the
both of you would be the firm of friends by the end of the school
term," said my mother pensively.
I frowned. Fat hope.
Zidane
"Three...two...one...Here she comes," Zidane whispered softly
to Blank, mischief dancing in his cerulean blue eyes. Blank peered
over his sunglasses. Zidane was right. A brunette had just entered the
school building and was now elbowing her way through the crowd.
"She doesn't seem to notice anything," Blank observed.
Zidane shrugged his shoulders. "She was always oblivious to
her surroundings. She believed that the world is a beautiful place
filled with cute little bunny wabbits hopping here and there."
"That was until she met you," snickered Blank as he tried to
keep sight of Garnet.
Zidane's eyes darkened at the comment. "Yeah," he replied
curtly. "Until she met me."
Garnet's head would pop up frequently amidst the sea of pupils
as she stood on her toes, straining her neck in search of her friends.
Her face lit up suddenly. She disappeared again in the crowd and in a
blink of an eye, she was surrounded by her friends, chatting away
animatedly with them, completely unaware of the other student's
snickering.
"How did she do that?" mumbled Blank, running a hand through
his spiky auburn hair.
Zidane arched his brow. "Huh?"
"How did she disappear and then, magically appear next to her
friends in just a matter of seconds?? That's just not possible."
Zidane rolled his eyes and diverted his gaze back to Garnet.
"We got her," verified Zidane. He was eyeing at something that
Beatrix grasped tightly in her hand. Blank followed Zidane's gaze and
leered. "This is gonna be good."
Beatrix
Beatrix shifted uncomfortably under her friends' hard stares.
"Go on.... Show it to her," nudged Julie.
"Easy for you to say," grumbled Beatrix whilst tugging a loose
strand of her hair nervously. She stole a glance at Mallory and shot
her a pleading look. Mallory smiled sympathetically at her.
"Stop stalling!" snapped Julie, casting her trademark 'You-
better-get- your-butt-moving-before-I-kick-your-ass' look. Mustering
up her courage, she approached cautiously towards the feared predator.
Garnet was titling her head side-to-side, furrowing her eyebrows as
she tried to figure out why her friends were acting so strangely.
She seemed so harmlessly innocent, but Beatrix knew better. After being
close friends with Garnet for about 6 years, she found out that this
adorable girl could turn into a gruesome monster if provoked.
"Beatrix...What's going on?" asked Garnet, her soft hazel
hues shifting to each of their faces, attempting to read their
expressions. Beatrix gulped. It's now or ever. Without uttering a
word, she tossed the paper over to Garnet. A dark and murderous look
quickly replaced Garnet's confused one.
Beatrix could see steam coming out from Garnet's ears at a
very alarming rate. Okay-okay. She was exaggerating. Garnet's cheeks
were flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Crumpling the
paper into a miniature ball, Garnet hissed," Make sure nobody else
sees them."
"Too late," Julie squeaked, pointing to the copies pasted on
the walls of their school.
"Cover your ears," whispered Mallory.
Garnet's mouth hung open in disbelief.
"ZZZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAANNNNNNNNEEEEE
TRIIIIIIBALLLLLLLL!!!" screeched Garnet. Some heads turned to stare,
but the other pupils just ignored this horrendous scene that was
waiting to unfold before their eyes. It's a normal everyday routine.
Chaos was everywhere when Garnet and Zidane are in school.
Garnet
"Yes? You called?" replied a breezy masculine voice. I whirled
around and came face to face with a blonde-haired guy.
"Tribal," I growled icily, placing every ounce of hatred I
have in me onto that one word. His azure eyes flickered, hinting a
tinge of sorrow and his grin faltered. Weird. He seemed as though I
had just ripped his heart out. A chirpy expression abruptly masked his
face.
"Want a poster? Feel free to take one," smirked Zidane
brazenly, looking like the typical insensitive jerk. Ripped his heart
out? Yeah, right. I must be imagining things.
Blank handed me one of the posters. A naked 3-year-old me, was
sitting in a pool of mud while cradling a stuffed barney toy in my
hands. I glowered at him. An unexplainable anger rushed through me.
I've never been this enraged my whole life. He had been playing tricks
on me ever since we came here and this was my last straw. Zidane
Tribal may have once been my best friend, but that doesn't excuse him
from anything!
"You won't get away with this, Tribal. I promise you," I said,
struggling to maintain my anger.
Zidane's smirk grew broader. He circled me. Leaning closer,
he whispered breathily into my ear, "I can't wait."
So...Was it nice??? Did it sucked?? :D I wanna noe! Review!! [ hums a
song -dum3 dee deee- ]
-lollie