Silver Rain
Disclaimer: I don't own FF9, I write this for fun. Squaresoft are those lucky people who own FF9. So please don't sue.
WARNING: Spoilers for the end of the game… I didn't like the end so I changed… I can't stand a happy end…(joking) Anyway mild yaoi (m/m love)
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"The rain is blessing their victory…" Kuja muttered softly as the rain soaked him, he was lying under the Iifa tree; cursed thing was dying as well. Oh well at least he wouldn't die alone, and that fact brought a smile to his face.
His eyelids felt heavy and Kuja closed his eyes sighing softly, the darkness was coming… he could feel it. But he refused to die… not yet. Kuja couldn't die yet- too much was passing through his mind. Too many unanswered questions.
Zidane looked at his brother worridly, he seemed to be suffocating; gently he leaned over Kuja and lifted the man up, trying to make his breathing easier. Kuja's tattered clothing were stained with blood and dirt, however the rain was washing him making them glow again with that silver light.
Kuja didn't speak, his eyes looked like he was a million miles away from anything that was happening here. Zidane watched his expressions carefully- some satisfaction, anger, bitterness, and something else- elusive and unclear was reflecting on his pale face.
It was as if his brother was coming to terms with himself before he died. Zidane pushed the thought away feeling an ache in his heart. After everything that had happened he didn't want Kuja to die! Not to mention all the trouble he had gone through to pull him out of that hole.
Weak and exhausted, Zidane had been unable to take him
further away. He cursed his stupidity at not bringing any healing potions with
him- he should've known better.
"There must be something I can do- anything… you can't die…" Zidane spoke softly to himself; stopping abruptly he held his hands clutching his heart. "Kuja…"
He received no answer, seeing his brother's shallow
breathing made him feel despair.
Zidane didn't expect this- he felt tears falling down, Kuja blinked snapping out of whatever 'trance' he had been in before. Slowly Kuja lifted his hand to touch the side of Zidane's face, caressing his cheek. Instantly Zidane grabbed Kuja's pale hand, leaning on it- purring.
The dagger rested in Zidane's other hand; he brought it out of its sheath slowly. Kuja's gaze turned from him to the dagger and he seemed to sigh in resignation. 'Do you think I would kill you?' Zidane thought grimly. He opened his mouth to say something but there was a lump in his throat that preventing him from speaking.
Taking a couple of breaths he steadied himself and spoke softly, "Kuja… after all the pain we've gone through… all the lives we have both taken, whether good or bad. We are alike brother, so close yet never touching, I only discover now that- life without you… has no meaning, and that's why I cannot live without you." Zidane paused crying, he wiped the tears from his eyes and breathed in trying to calm himself, trying to make sense out of this and failing to do so.
He stroke Kuja's hair lovingly, " I can't live in a world in which you no longer live in- Goodbye doesn't mean forever, Dagger and the others… they will understand."
Zidane felt peaceful when he said those words, he never thought about them… until now… he only realized it now… what a waste… it was too late, for him and Kuja. He hoped they both would revive some day- together.
He raised his dagger skilfully and without fear slashing his throat. Zidane felt the darkness surrounding him as he fell forward unto Kuja. "Kuja… I love you." He said as he fell down, darkness taking over.
Kuja started crying as he said Zidane's name. His voice was full of anguish and pain; he embraced Zidane's body. Blood was staining his clothes. The darkness called for him again and this time Kuja gladly joined it, "Goodbye doesn't mean forever."
Hours later Mikoto found the two Genomes wrapped in a strange embrace, she knew they were both dead. She had felt it.
Looking down at them she decided to bury them together, in that same spot. When her task was done Mikoto glanced back to the plate she had so carefully carved out and placed on top. She was pretty sure Zidane and Kuja wouldn't have wanted any fancy burial ceremony… well maybe Kuja him being so dramatic and all… the thought of that brought a small smile to Mikoto's face.
She had lost two brothers in one day. But they were happy now in peace, and they had died together so one wouldn't leave the other behind. Mikoto read once again the words on the plate, "To not die before one's special person does is the greatest gift in the world." In a way Zidane had allowed Kuja to give him that gift- but then they both died almost at the same time.
"Should I tell the others?" Mikoto wondered out loud, "No- that would probably cause them pain and Zidane wouldn't want that."
"But-" Mikoto continued, "I should be happy for Zidane… because he is with his special person. But I am sad for me… because I will no longer be able to talk to him… for some time. If we are to meet soon or late it doesn't matter because we will meet again." She smiled despite her tears as the wind whirled around her.
Note: The second part is a kinda 'poem' from Kuja's point of view while this is happening. Please read and review! Also feel free to e-mail suggestions and stuff to mew_95@yahoo.com thanks!
The line "To not die before one's special person does it the greatest gift in the world." Comes from a manga called Clover by CLAMP.