Disclaimer : I don't own Final Fantasy, but then again, neither do you
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A Brief Encounter
By : Young Cloud Dancer
The auction house had been packed.
He had remembered his gaze being casted down from his position on the balcony overhead, watching the auction from what he had deemed a safe distance. He hadn't wanted to be concerned with those foolish nobles bidding their life savings on useless toys and gadgets.
As well as that, he *had* been on strict business, anyhow. He had a client, and he intended to feed her greed correctly. So Treno had been the place to stop, for reasons only he knew.
So he leaned across the banister, not really paying attention, but mainly just intaking his settings. Treno was a bit of an improvement over Alexandria in his opinion, besides the fact that the street was filthy with thieves, and people who mistaken his gender, which angered him deeply.
So he had seeked comfort in the Treno auction house, feeling unusually bored. This planet was dually boring to begin with, anyway, although Kuja was grateful for his break from Garland and his stupid rebirth of Terra.
However, as he looked down, he knew immediately that going to the auction house had been the best decision he had made so far on that wretched planet.
He saw her.
She was beautiful; like an angel that had descended down from heaven. Her long, silky hair tied back into the most simplest of bows, her skin smooth, her body taking interesting curves here and there, indeed.
She looked up, and for a moment, their eyes made brief eye contact-- her liquid brown eyes boring into his crystalline blue ones. He stood there for a moment, transfixed, and vice versa seemed to apply as well, before he finally mustered the will to turn away, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes as he did so.
Her beauty was unsurpassed by anyone he had ever seen so far on that revolting planet.
Indeed, the world was much too beautiful with her living on its surface.
And he exited from the balcony, smile playing on his lips.
The conversation with the auctioneer was going no where.
"--I trust you will bring them?" Kuja asked, voice laced with kindness, as he approached the empty stage, where items had once been laid about. He clasped his hands behind his back as he marched forward, surveying the stage for a moment before craning his head back at the auctioneer.
"Yes," the auctioneer nodded in reply.
"By the way," Kuja continued, conversationally. "Did you see a pretty lady in the crowd today?"
The auctioneer raised his eyebrows. "A pretty lady?" There was a pause, "Shall I arrange a meeting?"
Kuja shook his head, looking heavenlyward, as though deep in thought. After a moment of unnerving silence, he spoke, voice so low that the auctioneer had to strain to hear it. "That canary I've been after-- she flew into my cage on her own free will."
The auctioneer once again arched his eyebrows, so high he nearly lost them in his hairline. "Excuse me?" he asked, "Pardon?"
Extending his arms out to his sides, as though a bird taking flight, Kuja spun on his heel, wrap about his waist flaring out almost majestically as he did. "Fly home to mother, my little canary," he breathed to the sky, to no-one in particular.
"I, too, will welcome you with open arms."
A Brief Encounter
By : Young Cloud Dancer
The auction house had been packed.
He had remembered his gaze being casted down from his position on the balcony overhead, watching the auction from what he had deemed a safe distance. He hadn't wanted to be concerned with those foolish nobles bidding their life savings on useless toys and gadgets.
As well as that, he *had* been on strict business, anyhow. He had a client, and he intended to feed her greed correctly. So Treno had been the place to stop, for reasons only he knew.
So he leaned across the banister, not really paying attention, but mainly just intaking his settings. Treno was a bit of an improvement over Alexandria in his opinion, besides the fact that the street was filthy with thieves, and people who mistaken his gender, which angered him deeply.
So he had seeked comfort in the Treno auction house, feeling unusually bored. This planet was dually boring to begin with, anyway, although Kuja was grateful for his break from Garland and his stupid rebirth of Terra.
However, as he looked down, he knew immediately that going to the auction house had been the best decision he had made so far on that wretched planet.
He saw her.
She was beautiful; like an angel that had descended down from heaven. Her long, silky hair tied back into the most simplest of bows, her skin smooth, her body taking interesting curves here and there, indeed.
She looked up, and for a moment, their eyes made brief eye contact-- her liquid brown eyes boring into his crystalline blue ones. He stood there for a moment, transfixed, and vice versa seemed to apply as well, before he finally mustered the will to turn away, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes as he did so.
Her beauty was unsurpassed by anyone he had ever seen so far on that revolting planet.
Indeed, the world was much too beautiful with her living on its surface.
And he exited from the balcony, smile playing on his lips.
The conversation with the auctioneer was going no where.
"--I trust you will bring them?" Kuja asked, voice laced with kindness, as he approached the empty stage, where items had once been laid about. He clasped his hands behind his back as he marched forward, surveying the stage for a moment before craning his head back at the auctioneer.
"Yes," the auctioneer nodded in reply.
"By the way," Kuja continued, conversationally. "Did you see a pretty lady in the crowd today?"
The auctioneer raised his eyebrows. "A pretty lady?" There was a pause, "Shall I arrange a meeting?"
Kuja shook his head, looking heavenlyward, as though deep in thought. After a moment of unnerving silence, he spoke, voice so low that the auctioneer had to strain to hear it. "That canary I've been after-- she flew into my cage on her own free will."
The auctioneer once again arched his eyebrows, so high he nearly lost them in his hairline. "Excuse me?" he asked, "Pardon?"
Extending his arms out to his sides, as though a bird taking flight, Kuja spun on his heel, wrap about his waist flaring out almost majestically as he did. "Fly home to mother, my little canary," he breathed to the sky, to no-one in particular.
"I, too, will welcome you with open arms."