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Well, Boss is angry with me AGAIN. Funny thing is, we were just friends a while ago. Funny, right? Yeah....I swear the oaf is bipolar. He HAS to be. Wanna know what happened? Here...enjoy:

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache. Okay...normally I could put up with these little aches and pains, but come on! I felt like I had a hangover from Hell. No, not a hangover. A hangover from Hell. Yeah...remember that, k?
Alright, so I wanted to sleep a little longer than usual. No harm there, right? After all, we were on a ship that wasn't scheduled to dock at Alexandria for another whole day. There was nothing to do and, I had hoped, no chores to be taken care of. I didn't look at Boss's stupid schedule last night. After all, only children use schedules. I'm sixteen...I make my own damn schedule. Anyway, after waking to the hangover from Hell, I turned back over and closed my eyes, hoping to drift back into some kind of sleep. Even if it only lasted for five minutes. Well...low-and-behold, here comes Big-N-Nasty (not to be confused with Big-N-Tasty). At first, I was willing to excuse his pounding on my door. After all, he didn't know what I was going through.
"What!" I shouted, instantly regretting it once my head gave a nasty throb.
"Why ain't you up alrea'y?" Came Baku's annoying voice.
"I feel like I got a hangover."
"Well, that's yer own fault."
"I didn't say I DID have a hangover." a*****e.
"Well then, get up!"
I rolled over to face the door where Baku All Mighty stood. "No." I said simply, turning back over so that I could shut him out again. Yeah, I was feeling loads better just by having him out of my side. As soon as I was comfortable, my cot mattress went flying. Yeah..it did hit a wall as-a-matter-of-fact. "Dammit Boss, why'dya have to do that! Now I have to fix it!" Ow, my head...
"ACHOOO!! *sniff* That's what ye get fer not gettin' up on time! I expect to see yer butt cleanin' with the rest of us when I come to check on you again."

I didn't know what was worse...getting thrown into a wall or having that hurricane hit my face. Rolling my eyes, and feeling sicker than ever, I tossed the mattress back where it belonged and headed out to find the rest of the gang. It didn't take me long to come across Blank, who was intent on some new medicine.
"Hey Blank, how's it goin'?"
"Slept in did you?" I scratched the back of my head. Did Boss already tell them about me? Jeez...word travels pretty fast in this place.
"Yeah...I feel like the Boss sat on my head."
"I thought you two were buddies yesterday?"
"The world can change in a matter of a day." I answered, stretching. "Hey, do you have anything that can help a headache?"
"Here." Blank tossed a small bottle of orange liquid at me. "Drink that. And don't eat anything for 30 minutes after you take it."
"K, thanks." Then I left him. I always hated the days when we had to clean. Honestly, I'd rather spend the whole day hunting...or the whole day smelling Baku's breath. Yeah..cleaning days ARE that bad. And you know what made it even more unfair? It was only ME AND MARCUS that had to clean the whole ship!
Why? Because Blank made medicines that could be sold for a crap-load of gil, and Cinna cooked our breakfast, lunch, and dinner....and everything in between for Baku. I swear...I think that just because Cinna cooks, he's always on Baku's good side. I think there was only one time when I actually saw Baku mad at Cinna, and that was when Cinna put a plate of salad in front of Baku for dinner. I tried to make it better by offering Baku MY salad...but that only made it worse.
"Zidane, there you are!" Marcus called from the "meeting room." He was busy sweeping a pile of dust under a rug.
"Hey Marcus."
"Slept in did you?" Why was everyone asking me that!?
"Yeah. My head hurts." Then I remembered the bottle and quickly gobbled the orange contents down.
"Heh, likely excuse. I could here Boss yellin' at you from all the way down here."
"He sneezed on me."
"Gross." I grabbed a second broom from the wall. Obviously, Marcus already got my equipment for me.
"Thanks." I said, eyeing my cleaning things.
"No problem. I figured you were in enough trouble as it is. No need to hear Boss yell at how careless and forgetful you are." I laughed slightly. Yeah, I did forget all about the cleaning deal. "Do you ever look at the schedules anymore, Zidane?"
"Hmm, no....do I have to?"
"Unless you want a repeat of what happened today to happen again, then yeah. Yeah you do." Well, that sucked. But at least there was one good thing...my head didn't hurt anymore. Loud footsteps were heading our way. I looked out the meeting room door in time to see Baku heading our way.
"ACHOO!! It's good to see yer puttin' yerself to work, Zidane. You may just come in handy today after all, GWAHAHA!" Honestly...I never really understood any of his jokes. Either that or I just never found them funny.
"Yeah, yeah." Was all I said.
"Here. I got Cinna to cook somethin' up fer ya. Thought ye might be hungry an' all."
"Wow...that's very kind of you." I blinked and looked at the roast beef sandwich he held out to me. I took the plate, and ate about half of it in one bite. You probably guessed that I was starving since I didn't eat supper last night...or breakfast this morning. "Thanks, Boss!" I said with a full mouth. Baku laughed and left. "This is really good!" I exclaimed, digging into the other half. Marcus stared at me.
"Hey Zidane....didn't you drink that medicine Blank gave you?"
"Yeah...*gulp*...why?" Then I froze. That orange liquid. How it tasted all...fruity. How I was supposed to wait 30 minutes before I ate anything. Suddenly, my stomach gave a nasty lurch. "Think he did it on purpose?" I asked, gasping.
"No doubt."
And so began my search of a bathroom. For your entertainment, bear in mind...I still wasn't quite familiar with the Prima Vista Theater Ship.