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2013 KISS BATTLE!
RULES
- This year, we're creating Master Links for each fandom. When leaving prompts, please put it under the right canon! If in a compilation canon, please leave the important details!
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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2013
We will be running the Kissing Battle on Dreamwidth only. There are two main reasons for this: 1) Dreamwidth’s comment limit is huge, allowing for longer kissing masterpieces; and 2) Dreamwidth still supports subject lines for comments, which are vital to a meme like the Kiss Battle. However, the Battle is open to everyone. Feel free to participate with your Dreamwidth (account creation is invite-free right now~!), your Livejournal or other OpenID account (see here if you want to set up an OpenID), or anonymously.
Have fun! Get smoochin'!
FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X AND X-2
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY XIII COMPILATION
DISSIDIA: FINAL FANTASY COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY: CRYSTAL CHRONICLES COMPILATION
ASSORTED FINAL FANTASY
CROSSOVERS (WITHIN FF)
CROSSOVERS (FF/OTHER)
OTHER / ASSORTED
FFIV/Teen Wolf: "Legit Ninja Training," Edge + Stiles, PG-13 (language)
He needed to stop meeting people from the Internet in person.
Okay, so it had all started with the best intentions. With half the people in his admittedly limited social circle possessing some sort of kickass ability (ranging from pointy teeth and super strength to you know, archery), Stiles thought it was only best that he level up in some way to keep up with them. Because going through life with a +500 Snark stat didn't necessarily fend off folks with pointy teeth (non-friendlies) set upon ripping his throat out.
He let his textbooks gather dust on his desk while he browsed Craigslist.
"Online karate classes - discover the power within!"
"The mysteries of alchemy...I will teach you! Introductory course now only $79.99!"
"I built my own jet pack and you can too!"
He frowned. Like he had the money lying around to buy fuel for a jet pack. He kept scrolling, growing more disappointed by the second. He supposed there always had to be one person in a group that had no useful skills. One person who would go "sarcastic comment..." or "I'll just stay out of your way." Maybe Stiles was that person and would be for eternity.
He was just about to give up, lose himself in some nice, distracting porn that didn't require him to focus on reading words, when he found the newest post on the board.
"110% LEGITIMATE NINJA TRAINING. Are you lithe, motherfucker? Are you sneaky? I don't want muscle boy blockheads. I want to impart my knowledge, but only if you're as swift as the coursing river. Message this account or email me at secrets_of_eblan@yahoo.com."
Stiles snorted. But then took it back, cursor hovering hopefully over the guy's email address. Stiles was many things, and sneaky, swift, and lithe were three of them. Motherfucker. He clicked on the hyperlink, composing a quick reply. He was in Beacon Hills, requesting more information about ninja training, and sent it off. Because really, he was totally well-suited to ninjadom. He couldn't bite through a car tire like Scott, he couldn't math like Lydia, but Stiles Stilinski could surely figure out the whole throwing star thing.
He had a reply within sixteen minutes.
---
He didn't expect 110% legitimate ninja training to begin in the parking lot of the Domino's Pizza on 6th and Maple. He'd parked a few blocks away, if only so the guy he was meeting didn't get his plates. You could never be too careful with people from the Internet. He'd watched his fair share of To Catch a Predator and America's Most Wanted.
He stood behind the restaurant as directed, smelling moldy green peppers and unused pepperoni in the dumpster beside him. He was just checking his cell phone, informing the impatient text from his dad that he was "beginning ninja training ok," when there was a tap on his shoulder. He hadn't even heard the guy approach.
"Jesus, dude!" Stiles cried, leaping back from the guy. He blinked a few times, wishing he'd gone ahead and started saving for the damn jet pack.
Because it was a dude about his size (lithe, motherfucker) covered in a long, silky cape and wearing an equally silky scarf over his face. His eyes were bright and a little wild. "My name is not Jesus," Ninja Guy said. "It's Edge."
"Like the not Bono guy in U2?"
"Who?"
Whatever. Stiles didn't know a lot of ninjas from personal experience, but they didn't wear capes. They wore tight black bodysuits, right? Well, he'd deal with it for now. "Alright, are you going to train me or what?" The guy had insisted that money wasn't an issue. He merely wanted to pass on his skills.
He held up another silky scarf, red to match Stiles' hoodie. How had this guy known? "For you, my friend."
Stiles looked at the scarf dubiously. He supposed that hiding his face added to his ninja aura, even if it would make him look more like a bank robber who thought ski masks were a little too butch. He accepted the scarf, tying it on. "Okay, so when do we get to the throwing stars?"
"Patience, apprentice. Sneak first, lash out later." He gestured to the dumpster. "Follow me."
Stiles watched, mouth agape, as Edge hopped up onto the dumpster, balanced perfectly and without making any noise. And then he leapt again, waving merrily from the Domino's roof. "I can't do that," Stiles pointed out, clambering up onto the dumpster and hearing the noisy clang as his sneaker hit metal.
He stretched out his arms, his fingers, as far as they would go and managed to (equally noisily) pull himself up onto the low-hanging roof. Edge's eyes were still cheerful. "That's the spirit," he said as Stiles groaned, getting to his feet.
"Aren't you supposed to teach me how to jump like you?"
"That's in the next lesson, should you prove worthy."
How long was it going to take before Stiles was sneaking in and out of buildings, dodging werewolf claws, and maybe even firing off poison darts at his enemies?
Stiles followed Edge across the flat roof, knowing that anyone driving by on Maple could probably see two idiots walking on top of the building. He tried to crouch low, walking behind his new sensei. They paused, kneeling down at a vent in the roof, and Stiles' stomach rumbled at the smell of fresh pizza baking (anything was a step up from the dumpster, even if it was Domino's).
Edge pointed down, and the vent was large enough that you could see inside the restaurant if you tilted your head at the correct angle. Stiles saw a bored looking girl standing at the cash register, her hair dyed the craziest green color he'd ever seen.
"Are we robbing the store?" Stiles whispered in alarm. "Because no way, dude, not happening. I didn't sign up for theft. Breaking and entering maybe but..."
Edge put his finger to Stiles' lips, shutting him up. "My target," he said, gesturing to the girl. "You're the lookout. She can't see me, so I need you to whistle if she's about to turn around. I can't be discovered. This is your mission."
"What?" Stiles asked incredulously. So this guy wasn't really a ninja. He was a stalker who dressed like a ComicCon attendee. The hell was he going to do?
But there was no turning back, and Edge was already pulling the vent cover up soundlessly with whatever ninja skills he wasn't bothering to teach Stiles. "Dude," Stiles protested. "Dude!"
Already Edge was wiggling his slender frame through the opening, leaping and landing silently on the Domino's kitchen floor. Stiles watched the girl at the counter. No calls were coming in, so she was staring out the window in boredom.
Stiles was tempted to leave, rip off this stupid scarf and abandon ninja training altogether. Let this creep get caught sneaking into the building. Why couldn't he go through the front door and talk to her like a normal person? But now he was kind of the slightest bit invested. He watched in awe as Edge quietly moved through the kitchen, working some pizza dough without even alerting the girl to his presence.
He gently pressed the dough out on the counter, then added sauce and started writing in it. Stiles squinted, watching the letters form.
"You're hot," Stiles read to himself. "Let's go out." Was this guy serious? And then he grabbed some bright orange buffalo sauce, adding it to the bottom of his bizarre pizza confession. "EDGE GERALDINE" he signed with a flourish, and not once did the object of his affections turn around.
Stiles fell back as Edge leaped from the floor and back up to the vent, shimmying back up and onto the roof with inhuman jumping ability. "Alright, let's go. Training's over for today."
"What the hell was that?" Stiles said, giving the guy a shove as he indelicately wiped off his pizza and buffalo sauce-tainted fingers on his cape. "You didn't teach me anything!"
"But you're a good lookout. I'm all set to move into phase two with Rydia down there now so..."
"Lydia?"
"Who?" Edge turned around, looking at him in confusion.
Stiles shook his head. "Never mind."
They made it back to the end of the roof, Edge leaping off and hitting the asphalt in a single, graceful bound. Stiles nervously climbed back down to the dumpster, then to the ground, the pointless scarf nearly getting stuck to the gutter.
"I thought you were teaching me how to become a ninja! That Craigslist thing was false advertising. Now I'm just a party to your stalking!"
Edge lowered his scarf, leaning forward to give Stiles a kiss on the forehead in seeming gratitude. "Yeah, well, I needed a lookout so..." He put the scarf back in place. "Thanks for your help."
And off he scampered, his stupid ass cape billowing behind him.
"What the hell?" Stiles screeched after him. He'd learned absolutely nothing, unless he intended to confess to someone via pizza sauce in future. And even now he could hear someone inside the Domino's screaming in disgust. Edge's confession surprise had been discovered, and it was not going over well.
In disgust, Stiles headed back for the jeep. No throwing stars. No jumping skills learned. Back to square one. Back to uselessness. And of course, to add to his shame, he saw a familiar car pulling into the Domino's lot as he walked.
Even putting up his hood couldn't hide him. No stealth skills learned either. "The hell's with the scarf, Stiles?" Derek called, stepping out of his car. "You robbing a bank?"
"Piss off!" he shouted back over his shoulder, yanking the scarf from his face. "You have shitty taste in pizza!"
He ignored Derek's confused "What?!" and kept walking.
Maybe someday soon Stiles would gain some ninja skills. Maybe someday soon he could walk the streets of Beacon Hills without Derek Hale discovering him at his lowest, at his most embarrassing. And as he tossed the scarf on the ground, maybe someday soon Edge Geraldine, ninja stalker and giver of false hope, would get his stupid cape stuck in an elevator door and die.
Re: FFIV/Teen Wolf: "Legit Ninja Training," Edge + Stiles, PG-13 (language)
JAMIE
I AM DYING
I JUST SNORTED GRANOLA BAR ALL OVER MY KEYBOARD
HELP
HOW DO YOU WORDS
WHAT IS LIFE RIGHT NOW