Crimson Cerulean

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit from this fanfiction.

Pairings: Kuja x Vincent; mentions of: Cloud x Aerith, Garnet x Zidane, and past tense Lucrecia x Vincent

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Chapter One: The Mansion

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Cerulean eyes slowly opened, he groaned as his body was pained to move. He coughed, blood pouring from his lips a bit...where was he? How was he there? Was he not supposed to be...dead? He slowly sat up and looked around, his mouth was bleeding, his body hurt, but he was...alive, he was breathing somehow.

"Kuja"

He looked around curiously, where did that voice come from anyway? He gripped his forehead and groaned in more pain.

"Your soul drifted into the life stream." the voice now more clear was a female one.

He looked up and saw a woman standing there, long braided hair, green eyes, wearing pink.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"The one who guides the souls of this world...you are not of this world. Unfortunately the fates of your world wanted to give you a second chance on it, they truly did but they did not have the power after Necron's defeat, at least they said it would take too long. Your soul was then pushed out of that world and into mine where I could grant you a second fate, however there is a price." she said.

Kuja looked confused but he nodded once. "What is that price?" he asked.

"The fates have told me I can return as well and you can remain here with a full life if you prove yourself, you must save the life of another on this planet, you must prove yourself worthy of this second chance." she said.

"And if I fail?" he asked.

"Then you come back to the life stream with me trapped for all eternity." she said.

"But what of your fate? They said you could come back if I prove myself?" he asked curiously, poetic tone to his voice.

"I have yet to find the power to return fully, I have tried for years now myself. But your soul is different, your soul contains remnants of your world's power, but the only way I can access that is if you succeed. I know it's a lot to ask of you, but even if you don't succeed I am not in this for myself. I am granting you your second fate, even though they warned me it could back fire horribly on me." she said.

Kuja nodded and sighed. "I understand, I don't know how this will go." he said.

She smiled and shook her head. "I believe in you." she said. She then disappeared right before his eyes.

Kuja slowly stood up, his bloodied clothes needed to be immediately thrown into waters and cleaned but he was much too weak to do that yet. He remembered what he'd done on his world, the good choice he'd made at that very end to save Zidane and them, but it was also...yes Zidane had tried to save him but he couldn't. His brother couldn't do everything he supposed. He gripped his arm as a surge of pain through it, but his teeth were gritted and he limped forward, his cerulean eyes looked around as he slowly found his way into a town. The town was deserted, there was no one there, not now.

Kuja looked around with frustration, he made his way to the abandoned in and found a few first aid packs laying around, he idly wondered why no one was there but he simply couldn't find out at the moment. He wrapped up his wounds as best as he could and cleaned them of course. He then magically washed his clothes with the snap of his finger, yes his magics still worked, that was good. Though he noticed they weren't quite as powerful on this world, this world's natural magical energies were weaker then his original world, thus of course his magics wouldn't be as strong. He walked out of the abandoned inn and looked around, there was a sign that was barely legible now, it read Nibelheim.

"Nibelheim?" he asked himself.

It was confusing, somehow the name itself seemed so simple, the town was so small as it was, yet the air held such a mystery, an enticing mystery that he somehow was curious about. Kuja had never been the truly curious type, perhaps it was because he planned things out so methodically and plotted before he walked. But there was no way to plot out or plan out this, he was thrown here without a clue about the place, without anything to go on. And he had to somehow survive.

'I'm not sure I can do this and not let her down...somehow this seems impossible even though it shouldn't be.' he thought to himself.

Kuja shook his head and spotted a mansion, ah yes a mansion was a good sign, normally mansions in small towns like this held most of the answers because money held most of the answers. He walked up to it and slowly knocked on the door, but it creaked open on its own. Kuja slowly walked in, the boards creaked, spider webs caked the place, and dust was the spider web's friend. He wrinkled his nose mildly in disgust but he took a moment to look around.

"No one here either from the looks of it, how peculiar, why would she rebirth me in this place if there's nothing here for me?" he spoke to himself quietly.

Kuja then heard the door shut behind him from a wind that seemed to come from nowhere, well that wiped the thought from his mind that she re-birthed him in the wrong place and he was supposed to leave town. Perhaps it was logical that he'd gone into town first and she knew he might find something there?

"Who are you?" spoke a voice from the shadows.

The voice was deep, definitely another man's voice. Kuja looked up with cerulean eyes and looked around.

"Someone is there?" he asked.

"Again I ask, who are you." said the voice.

"Kuja." he said simply.

He used to have longer introductions but none of those titles meant anything in this world where he simply had nothing.

"Why are you here?" asked the man as he appeared from the shadows a gun pointed at Kuja.

The first thing Kuja noticed were the blood red eyes, they held so much emotion in them, then he noticed the gun and the claw that held the gun. He also noticed the man's clothing, that red cape and the tattered edges it had.

"Answer me." the man said in a serious tone.

Kuja looked at him. "I don't know." he said.

The man looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Leave." he said and put the gun in its holster.

Kuja folded his arms. "I have no intention of doing that." he said.

The man looked at him. "Why not?" he asked.

Kuja walked over looking at him. "Because I have no idea where to go." he said.

The man looked at him. "Midgar." he simply said and turned away.

Kuja sighed. "And how shall I find this Midgar?" he asked.

"I don't know, that's your problem." said the man.

"Actually it's yours." said Kuja.

Vincent was becoming increasingly annoyed, what did he want? Why would he say that?

"What makes you say that?" he asked.

"Because I rather like it here." said Kuja looking around.

Vincent looked at him like he was crazy. "Why?" he asked.

Kuja smirked, oh yes he'd found someone to tease and push the buttons of, he was enjoying himself now, though Kuja was normally one to keep more to himself at times, there were other times he grew wary of such things, especially with what he had learned in his death, that he was alone and yet somehow Zidane had come to his side even after everything, when he had finally been honest Zidane had forgiven him and come for him in the end.

"Because it's interesting." he said simply.

"Why is it my problem you can't find Midgar?" asked Vincent.

"Because if I can't find it I'm just going to stay here, and you stay here so we'll end up living in the same place, thus it is your problem." said Kuja.

Vincent pinched his forehead. "You're a child." he said.

Kuja shook his head. "I'm not actually, so tell me, what is your name?" asked Kuja's formal tone.

"Vincent." the man said simply.

Kuja smirked. "Well Vincent, do you eat?" he asked.

Vincent looked confused by the question but simply nodded. "Why?" he asked.

Kuja smirked. "Because if I'm going to be staying here then I'm going to need sustenance as well, I assume there's a kitchen around here somewhere." he said.

"You can cook?" asked Vincent skeptically.

Kuja flipped his silver locks of hair back. "But of course I can. I had to learn it despite being a noble to survive." he spoke.

"I highly doubt you won't burn the place down." said Vincent with an unamused look on his face.

"I didn't ask for your opinion on my cooking you know, I asked for your opinion on your stomach." stated Kuja.

Vincent shrugged. "Do whatever you want." he said before looking away.

Kuja smirked and turned away, well winning that man over would be harder then winning the Canary over after all he'd done in her world. Still he didn't mind, he rather liked a challenge, he'd always been a rather ambitious person as it was. Kuja found himself intrigued by the closed off Vincent, he knew not of why he was so closed off, but he did know that this man was just letting him stay there. He had to try and see where this could go.

'You never really had...friends. No only Zidane truly cared for you, well and your sister somewhat but not really. Don't allow this to pass right through your hands Kuja.' he thought to himself.

Kuja moved into the kitchen and began to clean it magically of course while he sat around, Vincent came in and saw Kuja floating in mid air and waters magically cleaning everything.

"How are you...doing this?" he asked in shock looking around.

Kuja looked over at Vincent. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Vincent looked at Kuja. "Do you have materia?" he asked.

Kuja looked even more perplexed. "What is materia?" he asked.

Vincent looked even more confused, and that's when Vincent spotted the silver tail on Kuja that was hidden underneath the white cloth attached to his cod piece. Because Kuja was sitting in mid air the tail could be seen.

"You have a tail." said Vincent arching an eyebrow.

Kuja folded his arms. "And?" he asked with mild annoyance that someone would bring that up.

Vincent shook his head. "I guess it's none of my business what you are and how you do things." he said.

Kuja stopped floating and looked at Vincent then down at the floor. "I'm a genome." he said.

Vincent turned back to Kuja looking at him with crimson red eyes.

"In my world magics come so easily to some of us, I myself am a sorcerer, and though they are not as strong as they were on my world, I can still use them on this one." he explained.

Vincent nodded simply. "Alright well good to know you don't have materia." he said.

Kuja nodded, he was curious why Vincent did not ask him what a genome was, but at the same time he didn't really want to explain that, not just yet. Vincent walked back out and Kuja looked around for any supplies of food, he found scarce amounts of food, in fact aside from some apples and potatoes nothing else could be found. Kuja sighed and decided to wait to cook until after he went into town and scoured the shops. "Well at least they left their spices here." he said with a sigh.

In his world he could make food magically appear, but in this one his magics just weren't strong enough to do that. He took the thing back to the mansion, with some flower he'd found he began to make an apple pie and with the potatoes he had he began to prepare them for mashing. He couldn't do much else with the lack of supplies around.

"I guess he doesn't eat most of the time." said Kuja under his breath.

As he thought about it, neither did he for that matter but Genomes were still mortal, a fact that still drove him to being rather bitter. Even now if he didn't do whatever it was he was supposed to do then he'd die again. But alas he decided this time he couldn't worry about it.

'I died once...this life is just a bonus.' he thought to himself.

Kuja's ambitions now lied elsewhere aside from his own life, he wasn't sure what drove him to want to be in that mansion or around the man that was Vincent. He knew nothing about him, but something...perhaps a similar story of being alone was the reason he was there. Still as he glanced back at Vincent he was curious, curious as to what this man was and why he was alone. Kuja looked back at the cooking, the pie's smell was wafting through the house. Vincent walked back in.

"I don't eat often." he said.

Kuja nodded. "Neither do I." he said.

"How did you get these...supplies?" asked Vincent.

"In town, I grabbed whatever I could find." he said.

Vincent sat down looking a the food curiously. "You cleaned." he said in observation.

"I have plans to clean more." spoke Kuja.

"Why?" asked Vincent.

Kuja smirked. "Because if this place is to be my new home then I want it to be more...home-like." he said.

Vincent looked around. "This place is the home of nightmares, not a place to be called home." he said.

Kuja chuckled. "Perhaps but a home can be made." he said.

Vincent looked at him with doubt, and Kuja served them their food, they ate quickly, Vincent was surprised it was somewhat good. He hesitated to ask, Kuja could cook, but how and why? This man seemed spoiled so why would he even have that skill? He didn't ask it, he couldn't. Instead they ate in silence, but the silence was comfortable, how odd. He hadn't had company he felt comfortable around in a while, perhaps it was a mutual understanding without words that they'd be around each other for a while.

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Author: Yes it's a crack ship, reviews maybe?