Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Dissidia, FFVI or FFIX.
Warnings: Just Kefka being crazy. And Kuja being himself. If you don't like villains being villains, run away.
Author's Note: I AM NOT PAIRING KEFKA AND KUJA GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER!!!! I would never pair those two. This is just my rewrite/dramatization of the scene where Kefka is helping Kuja plot to bait Zidane, using Squall. I felt like writing as crazy Kefka, so, here we go.
B A I T
"So, you're telling me that you want to get at the monkey?" Kefka's high drawl echoed in the vast expanse of his magitek tower, the slight reverberations off metal and glass tubes apparent only to him because of how in tune he was with the locale. He settled back on the air like it was a comfortable chair, crossing his legs high, painted face tilting to the side. His perpetual smile, painted on in violet today, stretched further as a real smile accompanied it.
"Yes. I have to get to him somehow if this plan is going to work."
Kefka nodded slowly, pursing his lips as if thinking about it. Suddenly he leaned forward, elbows planted on his brightly clad knees. "What you need is… bait!" The last word was stated with emphasis, an octave higher than the rest of the sentence, which was already quite a few tones higher than his natural talking voice. A merry laugh tumbled from his lips, even as Kuja shot him an uncertain look.
"That Bartz fellow stays too close at hand. He is too well guarded."
"You don't mean…" Kefka's cold blue eyes lit up with mirth, another laugh tumbling forth, echoing shrilly in the tower. The former general shifted again, recrossing his legs the other way, wiggling his pointed shoe. "Haven't you noticed the loner? He prances about all alone, so unguarded, so easy for the taking. Please tell me you've noticed him? You've never liked the witch anyway."
"True…"
"Go for it!" Kefka laughed again, rocking back and forth, slapping his knee. The dagger at his side poked uncomfortably for a moment, but he hardly noticed it.
"Won't this jeopardize the Emperor's schemes?"
Kefka's eyes narrowed, deadly cold and calm for a moment. Perhaps it was said schemes that caused the sudden change, or just the phrase 'the Emperor' which triggered it; no one could really tell with him. When he spoke this time, it came out as a low growl, rumbling from the back of his throat. His vocal cords relaxed, quite glad of being used in their natural octave for the first time in a long while. "Between you and me, I couldn't care less what he has planned. My goal is Terra. Anything beyond that is beyond me."
Kuja nodded thoughtfully, strumming his long nails on his smooth, pale chin. "Bait it is for this Act of the play. The Lion will be mine to direct."
"Two birds with one stone!"