Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Country Life ❯ Cookie factories... they always need the extra help ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings: Now, I don't think I'll be posting this warning an longer, but hey, I'll do it now just because I'm too lazy to scroll down the page and type everything else at the moment. This is yaoi. Yaoi means boys liking boys. Better yet, Wakka likes Tidus! And, Seymour got with Braska! (Peeps, when I write, I have a tendency to like… NOT know where things are heading, so, eheh, I didn't actually know Seymour-kuns was going to end up with Braska. I was out of cute bishonen and someone had to fill in!)

Ps. I couldn't get a hold of Michelle or Kandace any to discuss the plot… so I had to run around with it on my own, hope it's not too bad.

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"What's wrong, Wakka? You don't like our popsicles? I'm sorry," Tidus said, looking truly sorry, his eyes holding a small, shiny glint.

Wakka gulped again, bringing the popsicle up to his parched lips. "No, I like it… it's good, ya?"

Smirking, Tidus took another slurp off of his icy treat, while keeping his gaze rested on Wakka.

"I've seen the way you look at me," Tidus nearly whispered, drawing a "Nani?!" from Wakka.

Fighting off his large blush, the taller bishonen cleared his throat, trying to find something to retort back with. Finally, he came up with the most deadly thing of all… the truth.

"Well, yah. Who can resist?" he asked sheepishly, forgetting about his popsicle. Tidus just shrugged cutely, still lapping at his frozen ice cream.

Suddenly, out in the front yard, there was a loud rumbling… and popping. Tidus threw down his popsicle and jumped happily. "Uncle Auron's home!!!" he yelled with glee. Of course, Auron wasn't Tidus' real uncle… but he didn't know that, now did he?

Wakka blinked. Then he scowled. "Dammit!"

Tidus quickly trotted out of the kitchen, through the living room, and out into the front yard. Uncle Auron was lazily climbing out of their rusty Chevyâ"¢ while dusting off his red, tattered robe. He slowly walked to the back end of the pick-up, pulled a large grocery bag from seemingly out of nowhere, and threw it over his shoulder.

"Tidus!" he barked, walking up the front steps of their happy RV home.

Tidus, pulling down his daisy dukes, smiled his happiest smile, and raced towards his beloved uncle. "Yes, Uncle Auron?"

Auron tossed the bag to Tidus, ignoring Wakka, who had magically appeared in the doorway, and walked into the RV's living quarters. He sat with a thump in his reclining Lazy Boyâ"¢ and sighed.

"Tomorrow is Seymour's birthday… he'll be twenty-one. I think we have to get him something," Auron said slowly, holding his open hand in the air, a well-known signal that Tidus understood. Beer.

"Yes Uncle Auron…" Tidus mumbled, struggling with the groceries and walking back into the kitchen. He continued to babble mindlessly, as all sexy blondes tend to do when completing a task. "He'll be the legal drinking age, won't he? We should take him out to a bar. He'll have fun! Braska-sama won't mind!"

Wakka followed Auron into the living room, and sat across the room from him on their lovely checkered-striped couch. Wakka grimaced. He always had to work things out, didn't he? "Auron, I know you threatened to kill me if I meddled in your affairs anymore, but where have you been these last three days?"

Auron made a `Hm' sound as Tidus returned from the kitchen, and placed the small beer can in his grasp. "I was getting snacks…"

Wakka gaped. "For three days? I think you could have at least told us where you was going!"

Auron shrugged. He could care less about what these two thought.

"Well," murmured Tidus as he looked at the grocery bill. "We're broke…"

Great. Wakka placed his face in his hands. Why did he have to be the only one who understood the problems that this household had?

Auron shrugged again, lighting a cigar and inhaling deeply. "Well, I guess you two have to get a job…"

Tidus smiled, hopping up and down. "A job? I already work for Seymour-san! I'm his maid!"

Wakka frowned. "No Tidus… a real job. One that pays money."

"I get paid money!" Tidus snorted.

"Five cents an hour doesn't qualify as earnings… we need more to live on."

Auron waved the cigar in the air, causing the gray smoke to fan around the others. "Well, let's not forget we also have to buy a gift for Seymour. I'm sure my wonderful nephew would gladly kick us off of his property is we forget his birthday… like all those other times."

"Yah," Wakka mumbled lightly, as if in thought. "I saw a job application in our newspaper this morning! It---"

"Don't you mean the neighbor's paper?" Tidus cut in.

"Yeah, yeah," Wakka said, waving it off. "Anyway, this new cookie factory opened up last week, and they're lacking people. I say it pays well."

Auron took another draw off of his cigar, then blew out the smoke in Wakka's direction. "Ah, now I know why I took you in. You're a genius."

Wakka smirked. Tidus was still as clueless as it gets, but hey, Uncle Auron was happy so it must be good.

"Alright," Auron continued. "You apply and I'll go promise Seymour his gift so he won't throw us out in a hurry."

~* After the trio applied… w00t*~

Wakka tiredly yawned as he eyed the pop-tarts that slowly made their way by him on the black conveyer belt. Hopefully, they'd be able to make enough money to afford that Lamborghini Diablo Auron had stupidly promised his young Nephew. And Tidus… Auron had to work in Tidus' place because, well frankly… the blonde bombshell was a total klutz. But, nevertheless, they had to bring him with them. No one was at home to make sure he wouldn't hurt himself…

Wakka, still holding his hand up to his mouth to shield the yawn, took the chance to take a quick peek to check on his comrades. Auron was sitting on his right, watching the pop-tarts slowly make their way from their room into the next, where they would be boxed, then shipped.

Wakka finished his long yawn, then nudged Auron playfully in the side.

"Pretty boring, ya?" he asked while grinning.

Auron quietly grunted, once closing his good eye, then re-opening it to stare at the pop-tarts.

Wakka sighed through his nose, then continued. "Don't worry. At least we get paid a pretty good amount to work one day. It's all---"

"WOAH!!!" came a voice from behind the pop-tart watching duo. "This is so freakin' awesome!"

Auron sighed deeply. He tossed a glance over his shoulder and shook his head. Tidus was an absolute hazard.

The young blonde stumbled up behind Auron, then fell over the older man, and slid into his lap. "Did you know you can see through the pop-tart boxes if you poke holes in them?!"

Auron nodded, then pushed Tidus off, causing him to tumble over onto Wakka.

"What'cha into, Tidus?" Wakka happily asked, as he playfully patted the other on the head.

"Nuttin' much! Just playing with the boxes. Why can't I work?"

"You're a hazard…" Auron cut in.

"Eh?" Tidus mewled. "I wanna work!"

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*sighs* Another cliff hanger! I swear it people! I AM fresh outta ideas! School starts back in less than a week, but I think I may be able to pop another chapter out if my lovely readers actually helped me out! XD Please peoples! If you want another chapter, don't be shy to give your ideas!!!

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