Portal to the Unknown
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,001
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Suspicious Behavior...hehe
Chapter Two
Suspicious Behavior . . . hehe
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VVL 69: [reading disclaimer] Bla bla bla. FF7 and FF9 are copyright Squaresoft Games. Bla bla bla . . . author is not responsible for less-than-sincere/misappropriated opinions of her moral character. Bla bla bla. Author is not to be litigated in any way . . . bla bla bla.
Now that we've got that junk out of the way, on to the story!
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“Welcome to the Pink Heart Inn,” a blonde barmaid holding a large tray hollered to the group as they walked in. “Say . . . aren’t you a little young for this place?” she inquired of the shortest member, a boy wearing a pointy hat and ensconced in a long blue coat.
“U-um, I don’t know what you mean . . . ” was his shy response. The barmaid giggled as if he had said something funny and pointed to a pair of saloon doors. “The bar is through there, and the gentlemen’s section is over there.” Her finger tilted to the curtain immediatel the the left.
“Well, that’s where I’m heading,” the teenager said, “since the drinking age is probably way above my head. Come on, Vivi,” he said to the slightly confused black mage.
“No, I don’t think he wants to go in there,” a young woman in the group wearing an orange bodysuit protested. “Isn’t there a more appropriate place for him to go?”
“Nah, he'll be fine,” the barmaid assured her. “And the ladies’ side is right there. She pointed to the curtain in front of them, its pink layers beckoning to the girl.
“Well . . . I don’t know . . . ”
“I shall accompany you,” the crimson-armored woman supplied. “That way nothing inappropriate shall befall us. However, where can we find sustenance?” she wondered.
“The bar,” came the quick reply. “Great food there, I tell ya.”
“Food?” inquired the odd creature with the group, her long tongue moving as she turned her head from side to side. “Where delicious food?”
“The bar, Quina,” the teenager said resignedly. “That way.” He watched as she ran off to the bar, upsetting the barmaid on her way past.
“What is that?” she inquired.
“One weird woman,” was the answering sigh. “And it only gets worse.”
“Well, then maybe I should warn the others in the ladies’ side . . . I doubt they’d understand,” she said slowly. “But you and your friend there are welcome to head down to the gentlemen’s side and enjoy yourselves--although,” she cautioned, “don’t let him have too much fun. It probably won’t be good for him.” She winked and passed through the bar doors, leaving the teenager’s mouth agape in her wake.
“You hear that, Vivi? I’ll bet there are great-looking babes in that place . . . let’s go!” he encouraged, tugging on the boy’s hand.
“I-I don’t know, Zidane . . . ” Vivi blushed at the thought of pretty women bathing him and combing his curly blond hair. “Will they be nice to me?”
“Really nice,” Zidane assured. “Trust me, I’ve been in places like this.” He thumped his chest for emphasis.
“I don’t want to know about all of your loathsome escapades,” the young woman in orange sniffed, turning to the pink curtain. “And if you’re going in there, I shall be in here.” She pivoted on her heel and strode through the gauzy entrance, the armored woman following behind with a grunted reply.
“You made her mad . . . ” Vivi said slowly, briefly noticing the barmaid as she walked back through the doors and faced the group.
“I know,” Zidane agreed, “but at least now I don’t have to worry about waking up with backup in the pipes . . . you know what I mean?”
“No,” Vivi denied. “But it doesn’t matter . . . ” He followed Zidane to the left, both of them disappearing through the curtain with a ripple of fabric. The others followed suit in the opposite direction, the man in rusted armor and the dreadlocked man withdrawing into the bar with a resigned sigh, both holding a hand of the little girl and dragging her backwards.
And the barmaid stood just outside the doors with a grin on her face, unfolding a cellular phone to dial the Turks’ office number.
“Elena here. They fell into our trap . . . Yes, sir. Oh, and I think we may have a present for Heidegger.” She described the young black mage in a calm voice, listening to the excitement on the other end. "Yes. Yes sir. No, I don’t believe so--Yes sir, it will be done. Goodbye.” Closing the cellular phone, she grinned again. All she had to do was wait . . .
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Ahhhh, I can just smell the anticipation in the room! You all are practically breathing down my neck here! . . . Not that I mind XD
But have some faith in me, guys! I’m not gonna tell you that you HAVE to review, but at least tell me it doesn’t suck! (Actually, I wrote this shortly after I played FF7 (I got it AFTER FF9, don’t ask me why . . . ) and just fell in love with the idea of Vivi being captured by the Turks and that fat ol’ perv, Heidegger. Maybe I’m the only one who thinks he looks like a child-molester, but then that’s my opinion) XD
And flames?? Hahahahaha! I LAUGH at flames and ignore them. Typical egotistic attitude, ne?
And once again, they’re not mine. I don’t have the time or the money for y'all to sue my ass off. OK???
Good. Until next time. [creepy music starts up]
Vivi: (in chains) Please help me . . . @@ . . .
Heidegger: Gwahahaha . . . do come again, everyone.
Suspicious Behavior . . . hehe
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VVL 69: [reading disclaimer] Bla bla bla. FF7 and FF9 are copyright Squaresoft Games. Bla bla bla . . . author is not responsible for less-than-sincere/misappropriated opinions of her moral character. Bla bla bla. Author is not to be litigated in any way . . . bla bla bla.
Now that we've got that junk out of the way, on to the story!
* * * * *
“Welcome to the Pink Heart Inn,” a blonde barmaid holding a large tray hollered to the group as they walked in. “Say . . . aren’t you a little young for this place?” she inquired of the shortest member, a boy wearing a pointy hat and ensconced in a long blue coat.
“U-um, I don’t know what you mean . . . ” was his shy response. The barmaid giggled as if he had said something funny and pointed to a pair of saloon doors. “The bar is through there, and the gentlemen’s section is over there.” Her finger tilted to the curtain immediatel the the left.
“Well, that’s where I’m heading,” the teenager said, “since the drinking age is probably way above my head. Come on, Vivi,” he said to the slightly confused black mage.
“No, I don’t think he wants to go in there,” a young woman in the group wearing an orange bodysuit protested. “Isn’t there a more appropriate place for him to go?”
“Nah, he'll be fine,” the barmaid assured her. “And the ladies’ side is right there. She pointed to the curtain in front of them, its pink layers beckoning to the girl.
“Well . . . I don’t know . . . ”
“I shall accompany you,” the crimson-armored woman supplied. “That way nothing inappropriate shall befall us. However, where can we find sustenance?” she wondered.
“The bar,” came the quick reply. “Great food there, I tell ya.”
“Food?” inquired the odd creature with the group, her long tongue moving as she turned her head from side to side. “Where delicious food?”
“The bar, Quina,” the teenager said resignedly. “That way.” He watched as she ran off to the bar, upsetting the barmaid on her way past.
“What is that?” she inquired.
“One weird woman,” was the answering sigh. “And it only gets worse.”
“Well, then maybe I should warn the others in the ladies’ side . . . I doubt they’d understand,” she said slowly. “But you and your friend there are welcome to head down to the gentlemen’s side and enjoy yourselves--although,” she cautioned, “don’t let him have too much fun. It probably won’t be good for him.” She winked and passed through the bar doors, leaving the teenager’s mouth agape in her wake.
“You hear that, Vivi? I’ll bet there are great-looking babes in that place . . . let’s go!” he encouraged, tugging on the boy’s hand.
“I-I don’t know, Zidane . . . ” Vivi blushed at the thought of pretty women bathing him and combing his curly blond hair. “Will they be nice to me?”
“Really nice,” Zidane assured. “Trust me, I’ve been in places like this.” He thumped his chest for emphasis.
“I don’t want to know about all of your loathsome escapades,” the young woman in orange sniffed, turning to the pink curtain. “And if you’re going in there, I shall be in here.” She pivoted on her heel and strode through the gauzy entrance, the armored woman following behind with a grunted reply.
“You made her mad . . . ” Vivi said slowly, briefly noticing the barmaid as she walked back through the doors and faced the group.
“I know,” Zidane agreed, “but at least now I don’t have to worry about waking up with backup in the pipes . . . you know what I mean?”
“No,” Vivi denied. “But it doesn’t matter . . . ” He followed Zidane to the left, both of them disappearing through the curtain with a ripple of fabric. The others followed suit in the opposite direction, the man in rusted armor and the dreadlocked man withdrawing into the bar with a resigned sigh, both holding a hand of the little girl and dragging her backwards.
And the barmaid stood just outside the doors with a grin on her face, unfolding a cellular phone to dial the Turks’ office number.
“Elena here. They fell into our trap . . . Yes, sir. Oh, and I think we may have a present for Heidegger.” She described the young black mage in a calm voice, listening to the excitement on the other end. "Yes. Yes sir. No, I don’t believe so--Yes sir, it will be done. Goodbye.” Closing the cellular phone, she grinned again. All she had to do was wait . . .
* * * * *
Ahhhh, I can just smell the anticipation in the room! You all are practically breathing down my neck here! . . . Not that I mind XD
But have some faith in me, guys! I’m not gonna tell you that you HAVE to review, but at least tell me it doesn’t suck! (Actually, I wrote this shortly after I played FF7 (I got it AFTER FF9, don’t ask me why . . . ) and just fell in love with the idea of Vivi being captured by the Turks and that fat ol’ perv, Heidegger. Maybe I’m the only one who thinks he looks like a child-molester, but then that’s my opinion) XD
And flames?? Hahahahaha! I LAUGH at flames and ignore them. Typical egotistic attitude, ne?
And once again, they’re not mine. I don’t have the time or the money for y'all to sue my ass off. OK???
Good. Until next time. [creepy music starts up]
Vivi: (in chains) Please help me . . . @@ . . .
Heidegger: Gwahahaha . . . do come again, everyone.