Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Country Life ❯ Even babies want to rule the world ( Chapter 5 )

Whoo. Who's up for some bishounen-flavored pocky??

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The room was silent except for the tinkling of forks against plates and the ticking of the nearby grandfather clock. Seymour Jr. was sitting next to his father, who was sitting at the main end of the long dining table, smiling happily and discussing plans of world domination in baby gibberish. His father looked at his evil spawn with happiness shining in his lovely eyes.

"No, no, Seymour Jr.! The dinner fork is on the main right… the salad fork is in the middle," Seymour drawled, the tone loud and slow in the quietness of the room. After being corrected, the child continued to babble on, only now he had the appropriate fork clutched in his tiny hand.

Tidus nervously pushed his food around on his plate, tossing quick, scared glances across the table to Braska, who was on the other side of Seymour. He gulped loudly, feeling a foot rub up against the inside of his thigh, and quickly stood, almost knocking over his glass of fruit juice in the process.

"Gah!" he yelped, hopping back from the table. "Sorry… An uh… a bug. Yeah. That was all. Heh."

Braska grinned wickedly, sipping his wine. "Ah, Tidus… what's wrong? You're a maid! Bug's aren't supposed to faze you at all!"

Tidus held a hand up to his mouth to hide his nervously chattering teeth. "I… I need to go home! Uncle and Wakka are probably worried!"

"No," Braska said, leaning forward on the table so sexily. The neckline of his scarlet robes slipped to the side and revealed his smooth shoulder, making Tidus gulp. "Stay a while. The master bedroom needs tidying up. I'll pay you extra. Seymour won't mind the least…"

To prove his point, Braska looked over to Seymour and smiled, as Seymour thought, a loving, caring smile. And Seymour nodded to this, the bloody moron. Of course, he had better things to care for! He had his Sony Company! And his son! He didn't need his wife…

Turning back to Tidus, Braska winked, and stood, walking over to scoop to babbling child into his arms and deliver a light kiss to Seymour's temple.

"I'll be doing my best to tidy the room up by myself," Braska said over his shoulder. "Please hurry. I'll put Seymour Jr. to bed…"

"Aah… Seymour. I think your spouse wants to have sex with me…" Tidus said slowly, as if processing the information.

Seymour pushed his plate away and dabbed his luscious lips with a napkin. "Don't be silly… Braska-Lovey has had an ovary implant. He's practically woman. He doesn't want sex unless you can pretty much cut off your penis and hand it to him on a silver platter to him."

Tidus blinked, twining his hands behind him and knotting his fingers together. "Oh. I guess that's good. I'll go help him clean then…"

Seymour nodded, and stood in a flurry of blue robes. He tossed a hand casually into the air and waved it elegantly before exiting the dining room and walking down a long corridor to his study.

Now, Tidus was alone… Aloooone… The word was so, well alone-ish. Pulling up all his courage, Tidus put a scowl on his face and set off towards the master bedroom.

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Good God! Wakka lumbered through the large yard and finally made it up the front porch of the large mansion. After spending many moments panting and catching his breath, the bishonen waltzed up to the large oak door and knocked, the sound loud and hollow.

`No one must be home…' he thought after waiting many, many minutes. So, without much thought, he pushed the door open and walked inside.

Immediately, he rammed into another body.

"Hey, hey! You're in the way…!" a raspy voice said.

"Watch yourself, yah! I'm looking for someone."

Wakka stepped back to look at what he'd ran into. Hm, what we had here appeared to be… a rugged young man. Eh. Not really attractive. But… but, Wakka had seen those eyes somewhere. Hm.

The man scowled. He adjusted his maid's hat and fluffed his skirt, continuing on his way out to the large porch. He dusted the plants and the huge wooden swing, the turned and walked back into the house. He walked right by Wakka. Not even looking.

Wakka scoffed. "Hey! You! Have you seen a young boy around here? You know… shorts falling off of him. Blonde, blue-eyed."

The man stopped, then thought hard. "No, but I guess I could help you look. By the way, when you're done you have to leave. The Master has been known to molest people."

"Seymour?"

"No… the other one. The woman."

"Isn't Braska a man?"

"Ah, who knows? It's hard to tell when everybody's molestin' everybody around here. What'd you say your name was?"

"I didn't… I'm Wakka."

"Yeah, pleasure to meet you… I'm Jecht."