By StarWolf
8/21/2005
Title: 9.8 m/s²
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A/U, slash
Pairing: slight Kuja x Zidane
Genre: ACTION/ADVENTURE!1 and probably romance.
Disclaimer: Square's, not mine. What else is new?
Distribution: Archive it and I keel you ded. :3
Summary: The art of drowning.
Author's Notes: Set in the Desert Palace. I'm about halfway
through the third disc (beginning of Gulug), so excuse any mistakes
plzkthx. Summary stolen from AFI's album of the same name.
"Zidane."
He groggily opens sleep-heavy eyes to see white hair looming above him and slimy green skin next to his nose. In an instant of imbalance, he's shakily on his feet again, glaring at a grin that would scare a gargant.
"Would you like to do me a favour...?" Kuja tilts his head to the side, lashes fluttering flatteringly upon his cheekbones.
Growling defiance, Zidane spits on the floor ( huh. weird design ) and stands up straighter, trying his best to look intimidating.
"Not in your life."
With a nonchalant shrug, Kuja elaborates.
"Then I suppose you've no concern for the well-being of your friends. I hold their lives quite literally in my hands." He raises an arm to demonstrate this; he's pressing a button on a tiny black box, and the ground rumbles ominously.
Trapped in more ways than one, Zidane curses under his breath and -- head still lowered -- nods dejectedly.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing much...nothing too difficult."
A custom-cast breeze billows his sleeves like wind in the Blue Narciss' sails. Stepping forward, Kuja reaches out to stroke his knuckles along Zidane's jawline, lifting his chin and exhaling against Zidane's frowning mouth. Trailing a touch down the stubborn thief's neck, Kuja tugs lightly at ribbon and lace while reiterating his question.
"So, what do you say? Yea or nay?"
Heartbeat frantic with both adrenaline and anger, Zidane hisses a "yes" and flinches at the sudden change of proximity. It takes him a moment to relent, and another before hesitantly moving to return the contact. The second his glove meets the ample fabric on Kuja's shoulder, there's nothing left to feel. Blinking, he watches in confusion as his captor steps away.
"Wrong."
Clicking his tongue in irritation, Kuja backs out through the doorway and presses button number one. Before Zidane has time to react, the metal spiral unwinds itself and he's dropping, stomach lurching as he strains for purchase on sharp-edged steel, palms sliced open and bleeding and leaving a rust-smell in the room and there went Cid and muscles aching and tendons tearing legs kicking tail twitching before it's just no use and BURNING FIRE HOT--
Kuja presses a fingertip to his lip and smiles; his whisper falls to dead ears.
"Acceleration due to gravity."
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I SHOULD'VE put it in "horror" and written "death/violence" in the warnings, but that would've given it away. :D
plzzzzzzzz r&r lol