A/N: Yeah! This involves an OC of mine I've yet to reveal in an actual story (t will happen soon-ish), but I had this scene pop into my head and wanted to write it. Anyway, this drabble was originally posted on my tumblr page of artwork and writings of Final Fantasy antagonists. Does my selfless promotion sound interesting? Go check it out. Link is on my profile.
Enjoy!
The water was warm and at the moment it served as relaxation and an escape from confrontation with her bitter host. He could go die in a hole for all she cared. He was such a insufferable, narcissistic, sadist of a man that she didn't know how she had put up with him for so long. At this point, Arianna just needed some privacy.
There was a knock on the door. Three light taps, the 'polite' knock of his.
"Go away, Kuja."
Another knock. This one more forceful with a bit of irritation in the sound. And she mentally cursed at how this much time together had allowed you to read something as simple as Kuja's knocking on your door.
Perhaps if she ignored him. Arianna wasn't going to give in to this. Not now.
Instead of leaving her alone, like the proper gentleman should, the silver-haired narcissist opened the door and waltzed right in. Irritation very much present on his porcelain features.
"Kuja!" she said as she sank further down into the bubbles. "What are you doing? Get out."
"As much as I hate to barge in upon a lady in her room, or bath in this instance, you will not avoid me." He walked over to stand at the edge. This was further provoking her, and he knew it.
"I will not talk about this here. Now get out."
Arianna watched as he closed his eyes and took a breath. Probably one way of controlling any form of outrage. Maybe that hole would be close to the mansion if Kuja continued to be…well, himself.
He opened his eyes, and instead of venomous words and glares, Kuja looked back down at her and smiled, all anger seemingly replaced. Red flag.
He lowered himself down and leaned in close enough to see all the shimmers of icy blue in his eyes. "My dear." His voice was sweet as dripping honey. "Should you not listen to my orders and discuss this with me in another room, I will not hesitate to drag you out of that water and force you to acknowledge me and our little issue here and now."
Arianna's face felt as if it heated darker with a blush and ghosted pale at the same time. He wouldn't. Kuja was bluffing. He could deceive and make others believe they could breathe fire if they were unaware of his silver tongue.
She glared back at him. "You wouldn't dare."
He simply smiled wider. "Is that a challenge?"
What if he was serious? He'd never let her live this down, and she wouldn't let herself live this down. He'd hold it over her head for as long as she stayed there, or longer. It may be for the best. For now.
"…five minutes so I can get dressed. Now get out."
Kuja chuckled. "Good girl." He gently kissed her forehead and proceeded back out of the door.
Arianna continued to fume, cheeks aflame. That insufferable man.
