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Who: Zidane and Garnet
Where: Garnet's house
When: Friday night, before the party
What: Zidane made a plan to help Garnet escape her house so she could get to the party.
Warnings: Spine tingling suspense? o.O
Garnet peered out the window of her room impatiently, glancing at the wallclock briefly, before resuming her pacing. Her mother had been annoying again, sending her to bed even before 9pm. Who in the world sends people to bed on such an ungodly hour?! That, and well, Zidane was late. As usual.
Hearing voices outside her door, the girl quickly jumped back under her covers, waiting quietly until the voices were gone. "Okay... Great. Where's my kidnapper?"
Zidane saw Garnet's house as he walked down the street. He double-checked his costume; torn clothes and painted on scars to give him the poor, beaten boy look. He got to the driveway and began his act of limping and groaning. He knocked on the door, weakly. He began to wonder if it was loud enough when the door opened, and Garnet's mother stood before him. "Can I.." Zidane coughed. "May I use your bathroom.. just for a moment?"
Thankfully, the woman ushered him into the clean bathroom, curiously asking what happened. "I was taking a break from my studies.." Zidane forced out a wince as he dabbed water on a 'cut' on his arm. "When this gang attacked me.." He dragged it out, hoping to buy Garnet enough time to get out.
Garnet slowly opened her door, listening to the voices talking down the hallway. Yep, it's Zidane, all right... But what was he doing? Was this his plan? She sighed, feeling amused by all this. Then again, this was better than just plain barging in and demanding for her.
She shut the door quickly before her mother or any of the guards could even see them, then rushed back to her window. The problem of distracting her mother was already done. What about the problem of getting her down from her room?
A loud groan came from Zidane, clutching his stomach and sliding to the floor. He didn't know how long it would take her to escape, so he had to keep her mother focused on him, in the bathroom. He lay on the floor, whimpering and writhing. "They'll.. they'll kill me!" he yelled pathetically. "If my parents see me like this.." He looked up at the lady, bringing out a tear or two.
Garnet tied the end of her blanket around the post between the windows, wondering if this would work out, just like in the movies. She tugged the blanket, still feeling apprehensive. "If I fall and die, I'll make sure I'll haunt Zidane for the rest of his life."
Zidane stood up, slowly, holding onto the counter like his life depending on it. Using the cloth she had brought him, he washed his face, slowly. The whole time he thought about Garnet. He forgot to check if she could climb out of her window. A mistake he usually never forgot. He let out a groan of frustration, disguising it as fake pain.
He scrubbed his face clean, then placed the cloth on his arm, over the painted on scar. Waterproof paint was a good friend of his. "I sure hope you're out by now, Dagger.." Zidane thought.
Garnet glanced down then looked up again, shaking her head, trying to stay focused. Yeah, she was out. Out hanging for her dear life on a piece of blanket. She'd never let Zidane live through his miserable life once she got back down on solid ground.
She sighed yet again, closing her eyes. "Okay, I can do this." Slowly, moving one inch per minute, she started descending down the blanket as quietly as possible. She was expecting that she'd been down on in no time.
But she wasn't exactly expecting for the blanket to suddenly rip.
Zidane heard a noise, which he suspected to be Garnet. Unfortunately, her mother had heard it as well. She moved to leave the room, but Zidane fell towards her, and appreciated the fact that she caught him. "Don't leave me, please! I don't want to be alone!" Zidane choked out. She looked to the hallway, then back at Zidane. To him, she seemed to be a bit unhappy. Maybe because a dirty, unknown boy just got her good clothes dirty might have been why. Happy or not, Zidane clung to her, wailing about how he didn't want her to leave.
Thank God for Mother's plants, she thought in relief after checking that all of her limbs are still intact after the fall. The plants seemed to have cushioned her and stopped her from getting killed. "I didn't know this was hard." She brushed off the leaves from her clothes, mentally apologizing for the mess she caused on the plants, then picked up her torn blanket, grimacing at it.
She could still hear Zidane and her mother talking. The boy must be putting up a good drama inside. She'll just thank him properly later. But before she could take a step, a thought just came to her.
Weren't there guards supposed to be patrolling the grounds?
Zidane figured Garnet would have gotten out by now. He looked at her mother. "May I have a glass of water, please?" he did his best to sound innocent. It worked, much to his relief, and the woman was off to get his drink. Zidane peeked out the door, and seeing her go into the kitchen, he ran quickly but quietly to the door.
He pulled the door open as silently as he could, and tip toed out of the house. Once he shut the door, he ran around to the side of the house Garnet's window was on. He was grateful it was getting darker; the shadows made it easier for him to hide. Hide from what? He wasn't sure, but he did it anyway.
Garnet hid behind her mother's precious bushes, peering around the corner. As usual, someone was guarding the front entrance. It wouldn't be easy for her to distract him. She bit her lower lip for a moment's hesitation then turned around. She'll just take the back then and climb over the wall. That should be a piece of cake now that she'd already scaled [and fell from] the wall of her house. But as she turned around, she met a familiar figure running towards her way.
There was a person in the bushes. Zidane grinned, knowing who it was. Unless the guards changed their technique and hid in shrubbery, he went up to whom he guessed to be Garnet. "You alright?" he whispered.
"Yes, thank you very much. I'm quite all right." She sighed, brushing her bangs from her forehead. "You didn't tell me this was your plan! You... I was expecting that it'd be something more elegant." After all, falling from her window wasn't exactly elegance.
"Elegance isn't as fun." He chuckled quietly. "At least you're out and alive, right?" Zidane looked around, then back at Garnet. "We've got one more task, and that's getting outta here. You ready?"
She nodded with another sigh, following him. "Seriously, you didn't even bring me a ladder," she started quietly, rolling her eyes. "You made me climb down my window using a blanket. What if I died?"
He slowly led her through the shadows, avoiding the guards, and aiming for the dimly lit street. "I'm real sorry about that, honest." He glanced back at the girl, smiling. "You wouldn't have died. You're too tough to die from something like that." Zidane looked forward again. They were almost there.
Garnet waved her hand dismissively. "I still would've, you know. That's possible." She was taking him on a guilt-trip again. "And what took you so long? I thought I'd have to do the escaping myself."
"I had to see my dad off at the airport, and my mom is the slowest driver in the world," Zidane explained. As much as he enjoyed making excuses, he could tell the truth this time. "So I rushed a bit with making sure I had everything, and I guess I forgot the ladder. If I went back and got it, I'd still be inside, whining to your mother."
"I can't believe Mother bought that play of yours," she remarked dryly, pulling her long hair into a ponytail. She glanced around the corner, squinting in the darkness. "We're walking to Tidus's house, right?"
"Yeah, it's not that far of a walk." Zidane replied. "And everyone always buys my acts, since I'm a professionial." He gave a proud look, happy with how it all turned out. He looked around quickly. "I think we're clear."
She wrinkled her nose at his words in disbelief. "I know I don't," she replied flatly to his second statement. "You're sometimes too transparent, Zidane."
There were no more guards around the place, she noted, and there was no way they'd still follow her at Tidus's place. After all, she'd learn to shut up about things happening back at school. "Finally."
"Most of my stuff doesn't work on you anymore." Zidane looked at the girl, grinning. "I'll have to come up with something new." He turned back to watch where he was going. Hopefully, the party would be as exciting as the escape.
"Which reminds me, Zidane," she started thoughtfully, tapping her chin, as she gazed up at the sky. "Aren't you going with Terra today?"
He slumped. "I forgot to ask her. I'll bug her when we get there, I guess." Sighing, Zidane straightened himself. He'd go with Garnet today, get to know Terra better (or so he hoped), and then do something with her after. "You don't mind, do you?" he said without thinking.
"Of course not. Why should I anyway? I'm not your mother or something." She smiled at him, tiptoeing and patting his head lightly, ignoring his sigh. "Besides, you're already a big boy, right? So you can do whatever you want without me minding it." Her smile didn't even waver one bit.
"You're making me feel like a baby." he complained. He batted her hand away from his head. "You're so cruel, after all I did for you tonight." He sighed, loudly, and even threw in a sniffle.
Garnet's smile faded and she frowned again in thought. Cruel? Why was she cruel? She couldn't understand why. After all, she wasn't complaining, was she? "Okay, fine," she told him with another smile. "Even though I have no idea why I was just cruel, I'm so sorry. And of course, thanks for kidnapping me."
"It was a joke." He said, rolling his eyes. "And it was no problem. I always love helping out my favourite girl." Zidane didn't look at her, but he smiled. If he had to choose who he liked best, he was pretty sure he'd say Garnet. For now, anyway. They had a whole year ahead of them, and plenty of girls for Zidane to go after.
"Well, whatever." She waved her hand in the air dismissively again, before letting out a sigh. Now wasn't that just weird? And she didn't actually have an idea why it was weird. It was just... weird. "Yeah. Whatever." she muttered under her breath.
Where: Garnet's house
When: Friday night, before the party
What: Zidane made a plan to help Garnet escape her house so she could get to the party.
Warnings: Spine tingling suspense? o.O
Garnet peered out the window of her room impatiently, glancing at the wallclock briefly, before resuming her pacing. Her mother had been annoying again, sending her to bed even before 9pm. Who in the world sends people to bed on such an ungodly hour?! That, and well, Zidane was late. As usual.
Hearing voices outside her door, the girl quickly jumped back under her covers, waiting quietly until the voices were gone. "Okay... Great. Where's my kidnapper?"
Zidane saw Garnet's house as he walked down the street. He double-checked his costume; torn clothes and painted on scars to give him the poor, beaten boy look. He got to the driveway and began his act of limping and groaning. He knocked on the door, weakly. He began to wonder if it was loud enough when the door opened, and Garnet's mother stood before him. "Can I.." Zidane coughed. "May I use your bathroom.. just for a moment?"
Thankfully, the woman ushered him into the clean bathroom, curiously asking what happened. "I was taking a break from my studies.." Zidane forced out a wince as he dabbed water on a 'cut' on his arm. "When this gang attacked me.." He dragged it out, hoping to buy Garnet enough time to get out.
Garnet slowly opened her door, listening to the voices talking down the hallway. Yep, it's Zidane, all right... But what was he doing? Was this his plan? She sighed, feeling amused by all this. Then again, this was better than just plain barging in and demanding for her.
She shut the door quickly before her mother or any of the guards could even see them, then rushed back to her window. The problem of distracting her mother was already done. What about the problem of getting her down from her room?
A loud groan came from Zidane, clutching his stomach and sliding to the floor. He didn't know how long it would take her to escape, so he had to keep her mother focused on him, in the bathroom. He lay on the floor, whimpering and writhing. "They'll.. they'll kill me!" he yelled pathetically. "If my parents see me like this.." He looked up at the lady, bringing out a tear or two.
Garnet tied the end of her blanket around the post between the windows, wondering if this would work out, just like in the movies. She tugged the blanket, still feeling apprehensive. "If I fall and die, I'll make sure I'll haunt Zidane for the rest of his life."
Zidane stood up, slowly, holding onto the counter like his life depending on it. Using the cloth she had brought him, he washed his face, slowly. The whole time he thought about Garnet. He forgot to check if she could climb out of her window. A mistake he usually never forgot. He let out a groan of frustration, disguising it as fake pain.
He scrubbed his face clean, then placed the cloth on his arm, over the painted on scar. Waterproof paint was a good friend of his. "I sure hope you're out by now, Dagger.." Zidane thought.
Garnet glanced down then looked up again, shaking her head, trying to stay focused. Yeah, she was out. Out hanging for her dear life on a piece of blanket. She'd never let Zidane live through his miserable life once she got back down on solid ground.
She sighed yet again, closing her eyes. "Okay, I can do this." Slowly, moving one inch per minute, she started descending down the blanket as quietly as possible. She was expecting that she'd been down on in no time.
But she wasn't exactly expecting for the blanket to suddenly rip.
Zidane heard a noise, which he suspected to be Garnet. Unfortunately, her mother had heard it as well. She moved to leave the room, but Zidane fell towards her, and appreciated the fact that she caught him. "Don't leave me, please! I don't want to be alone!" Zidane choked out. She looked to the hallway, then back at Zidane. To him, she seemed to be a bit unhappy. Maybe because a dirty, unknown boy just got her good clothes dirty might have been why. Happy or not, Zidane clung to her, wailing about how he didn't want her to leave.
Thank God for Mother's plants, she thought in relief after checking that all of her limbs are still intact after the fall. The plants seemed to have cushioned her and stopped her from getting killed. "I didn't know this was hard." She brushed off the leaves from her clothes, mentally apologizing for the mess she caused on the plants, then picked up her torn blanket, grimacing at it.
She could still hear Zidane and her mother talking. The boy must be putting up a good drama inside. She'll just thank him properly later. But before she could take a step, a thought just came to her.
Weren't there guards supposed to be patrolling the grounds?
Zidane figured Garnet would have gotten out by now. He looked at her mother. "May I have a glass of water, please?" he did his best to sound innocent. It worked, much to his relief, and the woman was off to get his drink. Zidane peeked out the door, and seeing her go into the kitchen, he ran quickly but quietly to the door.
He pulled the door open as silently as he could, and tip toed out of the house. Once he shut the door, he ran around to the side of the house Garnet's window was on. He was grateful it was getting darker; the shadows made it easier for him to hide. Hide from what? He wasn't sure, but he did it anyway.
Garnet hid behind her mother's precious bushes, peering around the corner. As usual, someone was guarding the front entrance. It wouldn't be easy for her to distract him. She bit her lower lip for a moment's hesitation then turned around. She'll just take the back then and climb over the wall. That should be a piece of cake now that she'd already scaled [and fell from] the wall of her house. But as she turned around, she met a familiar figure running towards her way.
There was a person in the bushes. Zidane grinned, knowing who it was. Unless the guards changed their technique and hid in shrubbery, he went up to whom he guessed to be Garnet. "You alright?" he whispered.
"Yes, thank you very much. I'm quite all right." She sighed, brushing her bangs from her forehead. "You didn't tell me this was your plan! You... I was expecting that it'd be something more elegant." After all, falling from her window wasn't exactly elegance.
"Elegance isn't as fun." He chuckled quietly. "At least you're out and alive, right?" Zidane looked around, then back at Garnet. "We've got one more task, and that's getting outta here. You ready?"
She nodded with another sigh, following him. "Seriously, you didn't even bring me a ladder," she started quietly, rolling her eyes. "You made me climb down my window using a blanket. What if I died?"
He slowly led her through the shadows, avoiding the guards, and aiming for the dimly lit street. "I'm real sorry about that, honest." He glanced back at the girl, smiling. "You wouldn't have died. You're too tough to die from something like that." Zidane looked forward again. They were almost there.
Garnet waved her hand dismissively. "I still would've, you know. That's possible." She was taking him on a guilt-trip again. "And what took you so long? I thought I'd have to do the escaping myself."
"I had to see my dad off at the airport, and my mom is the slowest driver in the world," Zidane explained. As much as he enjoyed making excuses, he could tell the truth this time. "So I rushed a bit with making sure I had everything, and I guess I forgot the ladder. If I went back and got it, I'd still be inside, whining to your mother."
"I can't believe Mother bought that play of yours," she remarked dryly, pulling her long hair into a ponytail. She glanced around the corner, squinting in the darkness. "We're walking to Tidus's house, right?"
"Yeah, it's not that far of a walk." Zidane replied. "And everyone always buys my acts, since I'm a professionial." He gave a proud look, happy with how it all turned out. He looked around quickly. "I think we're clear."
She wrinkled her nose at his words in disbelief. "I know I don't," she replied flatly to his second statement. "You're sometimes too transparent, Zidane."
There were no more guards around the place, she noted, and there was no way they'd still follow her at Tidus's place. After all, she'd learn to shut up about things happening back at school. "Finally."
"Most of my stuff doesn't work on you anymore." Zidane looked at the girl, grinning. "I'll have to come up with something new." He turned back to watch where he was going. Hopefully, the party would be as exciting as the escape.
"Which reminds me, Zidane," she started thoughtfully, tapping her chin, as she gazed up at the sky. "Aren't you going with Terra today?"
He slumped. "I forgot to ask her. I'll bug her when we get there, I guess." Sighing, Zidane straightened himself. He'd go with Garnet today, get to know Terra better (or so he hoped), and then do something with her after. "You don't mind, do you?" he said without thinking.
"Of course not. Why should I anyway? I'm not your mother or something." She smiled at him, tiptoeing and patting his head lightly, ignoring his sigh. "Besides, you're already a big boy, right? So you can do whatever you want without me minding it." Her smile didn't even waver one bit.
"You're making me feel like a baby." he complained. He batted her hand away from his head. "You're so cruel, after all I did for you tonight." He sighed, loudly, and even threw in a sniffle.
Garnet's smile faded and she frowned again in thought. Cruel? Why was she cruel? She couldn't understand why. After all, she wasn't complaining, was she? "Okay, fine," she told him with another smile. "Even though I have no idea why I was just cruel, I'm so sorry. And of course, thanks for kidnapping me."
"It was a joke." He said, rolling his eyes. "And it was no problem. I always love helping out my favourite girl." Zidane didn't look at her, but he smiled. If he had to choose who he liked best, he was pretty sure he'd say Garnet. For now, anyway. They had a whole year ahead of them, and plenty of girls for Zidane to go after.
"Well, whatever." She waved her hand in the air dismissively again, before letting out a sigh. Now wasn't that just weird? And she didn't actually have an idea why it was weird. It was just... weird. "Yeah. Whatever." she muttered under her breath.