The Journal: Spira, Chapter 2
#1 of The Journal
Okay I'm back rewriting the story. It may be shorter than most but I'm wrting until I reach a good cliff-hanger to leave you on. Enjoy!
For all those who like warnings this story contains gay relationships if you don't like it then don't read it. okay? You must be 18 or older to read this story and I will NOT take responsablity for your actions.
I do not own FINAL FANTASY. I in NO way, shape, or form claim that I own Final Fantasy. This is a fanfiction. FINAL FANTASY is owned by Square Soft and any other company that... well owns it.
The one thing you never expect will be the one thing that always happens to you. Never try to run away from it because it will always find you. Always remember that you will always have friends but you can always lose a lover.
*Kimahri's finally regaining his posture. I'm not sure how he knows my name, but he has to have been around me.* He smiles a lop-sided Ronso smile and looks at me. A strange thing to do after just meeting the one you've been stalking for roughly about two months. He looks at me again only this time in my eyes. I see a wanton look in his eyes so I smile sultry self-consciously. Kimahri blushes again. *he has no clue that he's giving me a 'wanton look of desire'?* He turns away again. *What was that!* I look around quickly for a couple of seconds. *I thought I heard some... There it was again!*
"What is it Red? Something wrong?" Kimahri says.
"No Kimahri I just thought I.... There it is again! God damn it what is that?!?" I yell in anger and confusion. Kimahri freezes and then sets to work drawing something with his hands in the air. The strange thing is I can see them. Little drawings in the air that fade into smoke as he starts the next one.
"Red... Blue... Purple... Green..." My words trail off. *Why was I saying the colors of them anyway?* Kimahri draws the last picture in the air and looks at me. I'm having a hard time standing up, everything's going black. Kimahri grabs me as I start to fall. Kimahri wraps me in his arms and kisses me long and deep. It's a gentle penetrating kiss unlike anything I've ever had before. He slides his rough feline tongue into my mouth and then pulls out.
"Kimahri... don't go..." My words are even weaker than before.
"Kimahri will not leave my son." He purred as I finally slip out of consciousness. What looks to be a bubble grows off the ground and Kimahri pulls me into it with him and it shrinks until it pops. While I'm unconscious I have this feeling of falling through a bubble without it breaking. I've never felt anything like it before so soft yet strong.
*I have to get up sometime* I think as I sit up and yawn. I wipe my hands down my face, as I do every morning, to help wake up but this time I'm wide awake. *My face is different!* I'm alarmed as I jump out of the blanket I was laying in. As I'm out of my mind with dismay I look at my arms. *There all hairy!* Then I look at my hands, *there paws* I have a new feeling so I walk around a bit, *I have a tail! And a Mane! Dear God I'm a lion!* As I look myself over I take into account the little things. *Okay I was 5'6" now I'm closer to the ground so I'd be about 5'4", My paw pads are white, my fur is silver, mane and tail are gold, claws are platinum so I can only guess that my teeth are too...* I glance about as I note that I'm completely nude. *oh and there is that 5" soft cock of mine. Did I get or bring any clothes?* I think as I spot a bag by the blanket. I open it up and find a note first...
Red:
Here some clothes Kimahri get for you.
Kimahri be back at midday.
-Kimahri
*Alright! I do have clothes!* I open the bag more and dump it on the blanket.
"Who do you think you are being so reckless with that!" I hear a little voice peep. *strange the S's were exaggerated.* I look around hoping not to see anyone and thankfully I don't. I go back to dumping the bag.
"Don't burry me under here!" The little voice peeps again.
"Who's there already!" I snap in irritation.
"Well now he asks. Don't look around, look down!" I'm a little embarrassed because I was looking around. So I look down and squeak in surprise as a little lizard-thing stands up on my clothes.
"Don't have a heart attack boy, we need you here. Now let me introduce myself I'm..." I cut him off
"A little lizard-thing. What do you mean we need you here?"
"Don't you cut me off, New Yevon! I was about to say, My name is..." I cut him off again,
"New Yevon!!!! Me are you sure? I can't be Oh God!..... Sleep!" I yell the last word and raise my hand into the air. I don't know how I knew it would work but it did. I saw the stars of the Final Fantasy 8 version fly up above me though I hit the ground before they did having fallen asleep.
"This kid is unstable! I hope Kimahri brought the right one. This one seems out dated by about 4000 years. Though date my not count and he may be the only hope we've got..." peeped the lizard, "By the way kid my name is Musashi. Sleep well!" He peeped and crawled back into the bag.
-End Of Journal #2-