Confessions

Confessions

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VVL69: Hei, guys! I'm here with another story, but this one is an FFTA!
Babus: Well. You could simply say it's a Final Fantasy Tactics Advance . . . or is that too long for you, dear?
VVL69: Remind me again why I like him.
Montblanc: Kupo! You like him because you like him with Mewt, kupo!
VVL69: Mewt x Babus fanfics are soooooo hot. ^ ^ I wish they had a Mewt and Babus shrine for the yaoi fangirls who love to see hot interspecies loving.
Babus: Homosexuality is frowned upon by the Church of Ultima, and it's illegal in Cadoan.
VVL69: But isn't Mewt just the sexiest thing?
Babus: You can't have him! He's mine, damn you!---I mean, why would I care what a woman thinks of my Prince?
VVL69: You've got it bad. *winks*
Babus: Oh, very well. What is this about?
VVL69: Just a snippet or two from your diary, dear Babus . . . *holds up an ornate gold book*
Babus: Agh! Give it back, give it back! Noooo! *jumps at her, but is too short to do anything but fuss*
VVL69: Too bad, so sad. *opens it at random* And here's where we'll start. Oo, juicy. Looks like there'll be a lemon within the first two chapters.
Babus: Tell me you didn't find the page with Llednar . . .
VVL69: Stumbled on all six pages of it. Hehehe. *doinks Babus on the head with a fuzzy pink hammer* You sleep now. Byebye.
Babus: *falls over unconscious*
Judge: K.O. verified! One judge point!
VVL69: *doinks judge on the helmet with her hammer* YOU SLEEP NOW. D<
Judge: *falls over unconscious*
Montblanc: *flapping his itty bitty wings* On with the show, kupo!

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Today was utterly, completely horrible.

I take comfort that I can write about this in privacy . . . good heavens . . . I'm still quite sore from the experience. Who knew humans were so brutal? I wouldn't suspect it of most of their race, but I knew Llednar was up to ill purpose this morning when I greeted the Prince. I think he was plotting this for weeks . . . I can't speak to anyone about it . . . I would go to the Judgemaster, but it's just too embarrassing . . . it's terrible . . . I never thought I'd be so unprepared, or so sought in the first place. Why? Why did he do this to me? I never want to think about it again, or experience anything of the sort . . . now I know why homosexuality is forbidden by the Church. I never would have thought something so strange and uncomfortable could be so horrifying . . .

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A wide gold band clattered to the floor. Shortly after, a long necklace of medals clinked down to follow the band. Eventually a lengthy blue tunic with cuffs at the sleeves and a round collar, a tight gold neck band, a thinner jade tunic, and a long set of trousers followed, ended by a pair of dusty mauve slippers. A long tail topped with a wide stripe of orange fur flicked and wagged contentedly, and small feet stepped into the pool, carrying their owner into the water.

"Phew . . . " Babus' indigo eyes closed slowly as he leaned back in the steaming hot pool. He picked up a small tub of cold water and doused his head with it, shaking his long ears back and forth. "What a monstrous day it's been." He had no desire to go and sort things out with Sprohm Prison again. The prison guards had been quite short with him, and he had no mood for it.

A noise from the doorway startled him . . . the sound of a key turning in the lock. Who had locked him in? Perhaps it was one of the maidservants, accidentally believing there was no one there . . .

"Hello, Babus." The voice sent chills up his spine. He whirled around in the pool to find the tall Biskmatar staring him down with cold amber eyes.

"Llednar!" he shouted angrily, covering himself as best he could. He rose from the pool to cast a paralysis spell on the Mageknight---


---and was stopped by the point of a sword pressing against his neck. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Llednar hissed softly. "No one knows you're here."

Babus was slowly forced into the pool by Llednar's hand, still holding the sword. "If I scream," he whispered shakenly, "a host of Templars will break this door down." He backed away from the sword as far as he could, until there was no more room. Backed into a corner! He mouthed a curse and placed both hands on the walls of the pool. "You . . . you leave me alone, Llednar, or I swear I will . . . "

"You'll what?" Llednar flicked the sword back into its sheath and faced the Runeseeker, disregarding his own soaked clothing. His eyes roved approvingly over Babus' youthful body; for a Nu Mou, he certainly wasn't bad looking. He reached forward and wrapped both hands around Babus' throat, soft and delicate without the band around it. "Tell me, how does it feel?"

Babus choked. "Let me go, you . . . you . . . " He tore at Llednar's painful grip with his small hands.

"Pervert?" Llednar supplied, a harsh sound in the silence. "Maybe I am. And if you tell anyone, I'll cut your throat from ear to . . . " - he grabbed Babus' limp right ear and pulled it upward to his lips - " . . . ear." He released Babus' painfully throbbing ear and tightened his grip around his throat. "I'm sure our dear Prince Mewt will miss you terribly."

"Let . . . go . . . " Babus' eyes rolled back in his head as he lost consciousness.