Backseat Mayhem! (AU FFIV)
[ Lookit, lookit! Aa-chan's got -SOME- inspiration to write! =D
Yeah. x.x I was thinking about Mary and Rei today while playing FF4 earlier...
Do I miss them...?
... Heh.... x.x; ]
- Backseat Mayhem!: Part 1 -
Cold.
The surging breeze that upifted tufts of cherry-pink hair to the point they ran freely back behind her, much like the eloquence of a sea of ruby raddishes, did less than irritate the very stuffings out of her, especially on days like these -- Hot. Dry. Irritably warm already. The grainy, scratchy-starchy covering of her Red Mage attire didn't help much out with matters as well, the current being what was once a peaceful, run-of-the-mill-bout of a pleasant requiem, turned to a scale of unpleasant vespers.
"Mom, Porom the 'bitch' is looking at me!"
"Don't look at her," was the woman's reply in an offhanded, bored tone, casting a glance to the individual sitting beside her. He threw her an intriguing look back before shrugging, and seeming to become more intent on where in the nine levels of the Chocobo Realms he was going.
"You should tell that Troian skankbag to NOT, Mom! You know all she wants to do is look over my homework, and then brag about oh how GOOOOOD she is!" growled the childish voice, once again, reying in a coarse, jealous tone.
"I most certainly do NOT!" griped another childish, yet moreso femalish in equal to the opposite child, in a rather loud tone. This instantly caused the Red Magess to turn to glance at her daughter, her son, then back. The two might've shared the same crystal-blue eyes, and innocent smiles with her, but the way their voices acted in complaining about one another was something Anna never understood..
"Is that any way to talk about your sister?" Edward chimed in, ignoring Porom (obviously, showing some sort of affectionatism towards the girl) yet throwing a look behind him to his Black Mage son, as a breeder would a scrap of food to its subject.
"Yes, sir, it is," sniggered the boy, instrantly drawing out an irritated sigh, and a canticle of
'You're too ugly to look at yourself,' apparently from his sister.
"Hush, you two," sighed Anna, seeming to sink lower into the softly-cushioned seats of the 'craft, a near bare arm of porcelain rising to mask across her forehead. "I've got a headache, and if I have to listen to you guys bicker ALL THE WAY BACK to Damcyan, then you're both going to be placed on magic restriction for a month. Clear?"
She supposed the followng silence meant an affirmative.
*
For a few minutes more, the Damcyanic-crafted vehicle charged across the endless arrays of
the golden desert, kicking up dirt and solidity in its travels. The quiet once again invited the queen and
king to relax in its dreamful estate.. but not for long.
"Look, you ugly-haired, two faced, Asura WANNABE. I saw that look! Don't think I didn't! You WERE looking right at my homework so you can correct it in your bitch White Mage ways!"
"Good Gaia," groaned Anna and Edward quietly.
"Would you just shut up?! I almost had my notes done, before you had to open that fat mouth of yours!" snarled Porom.
"HEY. Don't you EVEN begin to pull that 'chanting' crap with me, sis, or you can kiss your," a pause was made, allowing the king and queen to throw each other alternating looks of horror, "Reports, goodbye!"
"Put them down, or I swear, I'll cast Holy on you SO bad, you'll be indisposed for a year!" immediantely schreeched the girl.
"Not if I throw them first!" taunted the boy back.
"You WOULDN'T DARE."
"WATCH ME, BITCH!" A rustling of papers was heard briefly, followed by a sharp scream.
"MMMMMMOOOOOOOOMMM! Tell him to GIVE IT BAACK!"
"ALLRIGHT," growled the Red Magess, finally unhooking the latch on her safety belt to around, and lean onmiously over the backing of the seat to glare at her two children - Porom, who was half over her brother, trying desperately to reach for the irrationally heavy book he managed to hoist high over his head, and keep away from his sister. Their actions were caught redhanded, of course, afraid to move as their mother continued, with a nasty glare. "Don't make me make your father stop this Hovercraft! I mean it!"
"It stops, I run. You can deal with them." was Edward's reply, causing Anna to reach an arm over, and shove him everso slightly. He growled in reply, but continued driving.
"All I gotta say is : We don't reach Damcyan by noon, I'll be the one who jumps out of this hovercraft, and runs," commented the Red Magess, giving the twin children a final glare before turning around, and sitting once more to redraw the safety belt around her waist. "Edward, why in Terra's name DO we still have a Hovercraft? Can't we be more modern, and take an airship instead, like the Baronians..?"
"Because they're too dangerous. Edge told me of a man who fell over the side of one once - never saw him again," replied the Bard king, without breaking a sweat. His in depth secret was his own fear of the airships, mostly because their diameter and areaspace didn't allow much for his accomodation of being able to hide away from certain situations -- so like he wished this one in particular. Every time Anna asked, his own fear of falling came into contact to the point he left whichever room they were in, and returned moments later looking pale.
"Well, what idiot would look over the edge?" sighed the Queen as she sank into the pillow-brevy once more. "Certainly - clearly - Sir Edge wouldn't know what in Scarmiglione's Hades he's talking about, seeing as how he's aircraft laiden himself.. What do you want, son?"
"Oh, Mom.. An idiot like Porom!" was Palom's immediate response, as soon as he'd been granted permission to speak. Of course, he hadn't been listening, but thought it'd fun to insult his twin sister more. All he got in range, however, was his name snapped by both parental units, and a quick pummel of his equal's fist to his cheek as soon as he brought his hand back down from Anna's shoulder where he has been poking her in order to get her attention.
"YOU TREANT BUTT-SNIFFER!"
"...Treants don't HAVE butts, you idiotic Black Mage!"
"Bitchy-bitch White Mage!"
"Perverted Dark Mage!"
"Toroian SKANK WH -- Heh, I know, but what can I say? Chicks dig me, baby."
"MYSIDIAN PIMP!"
"Fabulian cow -- Heh, thanks!"
"Do you think they'll EVER hush for at least six seconds, just to hear how ridiculous they sound?" Anna mumbled, covering her ears slightly to barrade the ever-continuing argument behind her, but enough to hear her husband, should he have something to say.
The Bard just groaned, before muttering back, "Maybe an airship would be a good investment afterall.. Their arguments could be lost to the wind.."
He immediantely wished he hadn't said that, especially after quickly glancing at his wife. Yes, her own mystical-seeming shade of dark-blue eyes had lightened up to -just- the perfect glimmer -- that lost, carefree faraway look he loved in seeing the days before their marriage, and ultimately did still -- he adored;
-
"Oh, Edward! I knew you would!" his wife soon replied. Before he knew it, he felt her loving arms around his neck, but paid no heed to the immediate purpose.
"Yes, Anna.. Anything.. for you.."
-
Even the twins in their siblingheist fighting knew something else was biting him other than his reclusive fear of heights....
[ Fyeh. I got part 2 in the works. :D All I need to do, really, is get my damn computer running again. --; BLEH. ]
Yeah. x.x I was thinking about Mary and Rei today while playing FF4 earlier...
Do I miss them...?
... Heh.... x.x; ]
- Backseat Mayhem!: Part 1 -
Cold.
The surging breeze that upifted tufts of cherry-pink hair to the point they ran freely back behind her, much like the eloquence of a sea of ruby raddishes, did less than irritate the very stuffings out of her, especially on days like these -- Hot. Dry. Irritably warm already. The grainy, scratchy-starchy covering of her Red Mage attire didn't help much out with matters as well, the current being what was once a peaceful, run-of-the-mill-bout of a pleasant requiem, turned to a scale of unpleasant vespers.
"Mom, Porom the 'bitch' is looking at me!"
"Don't look at her," was the woman's reply in an offhanded, bored tone, casting a glance to the individual sitting beside her. He threw her an intriguing look back before shrugging, and seeming to become more intent on where in the nine levels of the Chocobo Realms he was going.
"You should tell that Troian skankbag to NOT, Mom! You know all she wants to do is look over my homework, and then brag about oh how GOOOOOD she is!" growled the childish voice, once again, reying in a coarse, jealous tone.
"I most certainly do NOT!" griped another childish, yet moreso femalish in equal to the opposite child, in a rather loud tone. This instantly caused the Red Magess to turn to glance at her daughter, her son, then back. The two might've shared the same crystal-blue eyes, and innocent smiles with her, but the way their voices acted in complaining about one another was something Anna never understood..
"Is that any way to talk about your sister?" Edward chimed in, ignoring Porom (obviously, showing some sort of affectionatism towards the girl) yet throwing a look behind him to his Black Mage son, as a breeder would a scrap of food to its subject.
"Yes, sir, it is," sniggered the boy, instrantly drawing out an irritated sigh, and a canticle of
'You're too ugly to look at yourself,' apparently from his sister.
"Hush, you two," sighed Anna, seeming to sink lower into the softly-cushioned seats of the 'craft, a near bare arm of porcelain rising to mask across her forehead. "I've got a headache, and if I have to listen to you guys bicker ALL THE WAY BACK to Damcyan, then you're both going to be placed on magic restriction for a month. Clear?"
She supposed the followng silence meant an affirmative.
*
For a few minutes more, the Damcyanic-crafted vehicle charged across the endless arrays of
the golden desert, kicking up dirt and solidity in its travels. The quiet once again invited the queen and
king to relax in its dreamful estate.. but not for long.
"Look, you ugly-haired, two faced, Asura WANNABE. I saw that look! Don't think I didn't! You WERE looking right at my homework so you can correct it in your bitch White Mage ways!"
"Good Gaia," groaned Anna and Edward quietly.
"Would you just shut up?! I almost had my notes done, before you had to open that fat mouth of yours!" snarled Porom.
"HEY. Don't you EVEN begin to pull that 'chanting' crap with me, sis, or you can kiss your," a pause was made, allowing the king and queen to throw each other alternating looks of horror, "Reports, goodbye!"
"Put them down, or I swear, I'll cast Holy on you SO bad, you'll be indisposed for a year!" immediantely schreeched the girl.
"Not if I throw them first!" taunted the boy back.
"You WOULDN'T DARE."
"WATCH ME, BITCH!" A rustling of papers was heard briefly, followed by a sharp scream.
"MMMMMMOOOOOOOOMMM! Tell him to GIVE IT BAACK!"
"ALLRIGHT," growled the Red Magess, finally unhooking the latch on her safety belt to around, and lean onmiously over the backing of the seat to glare at her two children - Porom, who was half over her brother, trying desperately to reach for the irrationally heavy book he managed to hoist high over his head, and keep away from his sister. Their actions were caught redhanded, of course, afraid to move as their mother continued, with a nasty glare. "Don't make me make your father stop this Hovercraft! I mean it!"
"It stops, I run. You can deal with them." was Edward's reply, causing Anna to reach an arm over, and shove him everso slightly. He growled in reply, but continued driving.
"All I gotta say is : We don't reach Damcyan by noon, I'll be the one who jumps out of this hovercraft, and runs," commented the Red Magess, giving the twin children a final glare before turning around, and sitting once more to redraw the safety belt around her waist. "Edward, why in Terra's name DO we still have a Hovercraft? Can't we be more modern, and take an airship instead, like the Baronians..?"
"Because they're too dangerous. Edge told me of a man who fell over the side of one once - never saw him again," replied the Bard king, without breaking a sweat. His in depth secret was his own fear of the airships, mostly because their diameter and areaspace didn't allow much for his accomodation of being able to hide away from certain situations -- so like he wished this one in particular. Every time Anna asked, his own fear of falling came into contact to the point he left whichever room they were in, and returned moments later looking pale.
"Well, what idiot would look over the edge?" sighed the Queen as she sank into the pillow-brevy once more. "Certainly - clearly - Sir Edge wouldn't know what in Scarmiglione's Hades he's talking about, seeing as how he's aircraft laiden himself.. What do you want, son?"
"Oh, Mom.. An idiot like Porom!" was Palom's immediate response, as soon as he'd been granted permission to speak. Of course, he hadn't been listening, but thought it'd fun to insult his twin sister more. All he got in range, however, was his name snapped by both parental units, and a quick pummel of his equal's fist to his cheek as soon as he brought his hand back down from Anna's shoulder where he has been poking her in order to get her attention.
"YOU TREANT BUTT-SNIFFER!"
"...Treants don't HAVE butts, you idiotic Black Mage!"
"Bitchy-bitch White Mage!"
"Perverted Dark Mage!"
"Toroian SKANK WH -- Heh, I know, but what can I say? Chicks dig me, baby."
"MYSIDIAN PIMP!"
"Fabulian cow -- Heh, thanks!"
"Do you think they'll EVER hush for at least six seconds, just to hear how ridiculous they sound?" Anna mumbled, covering her ears slightly to barrade the ever-continuing argument behind her, but enough to hear her husband, should he have something to say.
The Bard just groaned, before muttering back, "Maybe an airship would be a good investment afterall.. Their arguments could be lost to the wind.."
He immediantely wished he hadn't said that, especially after quickly glancing at his wife. Yes, her own mystical-seeming shade of dark-blue eyes had lightened up to -just- the perfect glimmer -- that lost, carefree faraway look he loved in seeing the days before their marriage, and ultimately did still -- he adored;
-
"Oh, Edward! I knew you would!" his wife soon replied. Before he knew it, he felt her loving arms around his neck, but paid no heed to the immediate purpose.
"Yes, Anna.. Anything.. for you.."
-
Even the twins in their siblingheist fighting knew something else was biting him other than his reclusive fear of heights....
[ Fyeh. I got part 2 in the works. :D All I need to do, really, is get my damn computer running again. --; BLEH. ]