I do not own any of the characters in this story save for Takashi who is my
own creation, the rest of them all belong to Square-Enix who are too rich
and nice to sue the likes of poor little me ^_^;;
This will get a lot more into the R rating in later chapters for now there's really nothing to R rated about it though.
This is my first fic so please be nice, R&R. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Dim strands of translucent light penetrated into the desert palace giving it a sense of surreal existence elevated by dark yet soft music floating through out the many halls and corridors of the desert palace. Its sole occupant, Kuja lay somewhere with in the labyrinth of the corridors upon a gigantic Victorian bed complete with silky white canopies hanging down over the beautiful bed from the four elegant corner posts. Silver hair caught the dimming light almost as if the light were drawn to it and quickly shunned away to skim over the rest of the solitary figure laying tangles in a mess of silk sheets, catching momentary glimpses of pale flesh and deep violet cloth. The lone Genome looked peaceful and serene in his sleep, betraying his cold and scolding waking self. He had been this way for more then an hour or two and showed no signs of stirring into reality, his lonely desert palace.
It had been more then two years since the end of the Eidolon war, the war he should have died for. He often wondered why his brother Zidane had saved his life that day after everything he had done to them; it plagued even his dreams as it did now.
Laying helplessly on one of the massive Iifa tree's leaves as the mist conductor continued its dying over dramatic and enraged death Kuja stared with out hope at the flailing roots so far above him. He thought he was dead, as he should be and that thought more then anything stung him the most. He had realized what he did was wrong and now was his time to pay, if only he had realized it sooner then maybe things would have turned out differently. Smiling wryly at the though he chuckled and winced as pain lanced through his body at the simple motion of his rising chest. Yes, he would now pay for his actions with his life, a befitting end for one such as him. Closing his eyes he waited for death's cruel embrace.
Broken out of his self-piteous reverie Kuja snapped his eyes open and found his brother Zidane standing directly over him. Staring up in surprise he could not help but think the blonde genome a fool for risking his life to save him, this stunt making his own efforts to save Zidane and his ungrateful band of friends worthless on the blonde's behalf. "Don't bother saving me, go," Kuja somehow managed to choke out of his dry and cracked lips but Zidane just shook his head, a determined smile crossing his lips.
I can't do that, after all you saved us, we owe you Kuja". Zidane grinned down at him making the silver haired tyrant envious of his optimism. If only he possessed that sort of optimism things would have turned out differently, he heard himself thinking aloud somewhere with in his dream. "Your not gonna die on me Kuja," the blonde Genome smiled almost sadly and extended his hand towards the Kuja, leaning over so the downed Genome could take it easier. Smirking faintly Kuja lifted his own hand in return, making it half way to his brother's outstretched palm before it fell back to his side and he, himself fell unconsciousness.
Snapping into sitting position green eyes darted around the spacious room through the large canopies over shadowing the bed and when everything seemed to be in place Kuja relaxed, tension visibly draining from the Genome's rigid body. "It was a dream". Smirking Kuja shook his head and threw the sheets off of his body and stepped on to the cold stone floor, a shiver running up his spine. "I still do not understand what possessed him to show such compassion, if compassion it was." Pulling his midriff shirt on to his body followed by a larger pair of shoulder armor with white sleeves that extended as they ran down to his wrists Kuja contemplated the dream for what seemed like the thousandth time in less then a week.
They were becoming more frequent and the silver haired Genome had no idea what to make of them. He would have brushed them all off without even thinking them over once if it were not for the feeling of something being hidden somewhere with in that dream, something out of sight that he was unable to see. It frustrated him to no end and he had so far spent the last week scouring his mind for any possible meaning the dream could possess yet thus far he had drawn blank.
Toying with the idea of setting off from his secluded palace to see the king, his brother Kuja smirked at the thought, "To see him as royalty, no doubt he must be uncomfortable in that position". Chuckling mildly he flipped a lock of hair out of his face and twitched his tail up to curl around his waist and under his half skirt that fell fashionably to his knee. "Yet it seems almost as if it is the only option left to me," raising his hand to his chin he stalked out the room. "If he knows anything of this annoyance it would be nice to have the closure, have this entire thing be rid of". Frowning Kuja made his way through many halls and corridors ultimately ending up in the docking section of his massive palace.
Looking about casually from the railing he was leaning against he could still picture the manipulated black mages waddling about the docks to the airship that once docked there. 'How obediently that had listened under the false pretence of a longer life," Kuja purred softly under his breath and smirked. Letting go of the railing he turned his back to the familiar dock that held so many unfinished schemes of his and walked down the small flight of stairs, turning into a messy room. Turning about the room in contemplation Kuja finally stopped to look upon a large desk cluttered with scrolls and parchment, rummaging through them he mumbled to himself in an irritated fashion tossing aside random pieces of parchment. Holding up a single scroll Kuja smirked in triumph and turned to exit the room.
It was dark outside now and docking bay from which he had entered his small study chamber danced with passing shadows, reflecting off the walls and floor as if orchestrated to do so by some unknown force. Smiling almost unwillingly Kuja swept the image from his mind and stepped back into his palace, now lit by magical torches with flickering flames. The effect the torches had on the palace took it from the surreal feeling of the early sunset and plunged it into a dark feeling where shadows fostered monsters beyond comprehension, where the shadows would swallow whole an entire army. It felt as if a specter had cast its baleful gaze upon the very foundations the palace was forged upon, yet Kuja felt calmed by the impossibly depressing décor.
Finding his way back up to his sleeping chambers the silver haired Genome stepped on to the small balcony that adjoined his spacious quarters and unrolled the scroll, laying it flat against the stone balcony. Magical symbols glowed an eerie blue from the scroll and Kuja merely ran his hand over the symbols causing each on nearly jump off the scroll at his gentle touch. Re-rolling the scroll he wandered back into his room and slid back a panel of stone on the wall, placing the scroll carefully inside before sliding the stone back into place. Back out on the balcony he looked towards the sky his green eyes searching for what he knew would inevitably come, he was not disappointed.
The silver dragon flew majestically through the night sky, its entire body glimmering in the moonlight and even from where he stood Kuja could see the ease of his old friend's flight as she flew to him. Smiling again for the second time that day, a rare occurrence for genome, Kuja waited patiently.
The silver dragon landed gracefully on the balcony in front of Kuja, it's deep ocean blue eyes looking down on him questioningly, it had been a long time since she had been summoned to his aid. Reaching a hand out Kuja fondly stroked the creature's neck and looked up at her. "It has been a long while friend," he spoke softly and looked into the dragon's inquisitive eyes. "I need you to take me to Alexandria, I must request an audience with the king". Flinching back from his touch the dragon looked down at her silver haired master and friend with a look that almost bordered disgust. "Do not worry, all shall go well". Crossing his hands over his chest he smirked despite himself, the dream forcing its way into his thoughts as he prepared his departure.
The dragon's growl was a low rumbling that shook her body as she tried to protest. She did not at all like this idea, she still remembered all to well the last time her master and his supposed brother had met, it had ended with Kuja near death, still she could not disobey him. Crouching her great body down she grudgingly took him upon her back and took flight.
First chapter, hoping to make it an on going project if I get enough reviews and if people like it, I do have another project I'm working on though so be paitent k?
This will get a lot more into the R rating in later chapters for now there's really nothing to R rated about it though.
This is my first fic so please be nice, R&R. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Dim strands of translucent light penetrated into the desert palace giving it a sense of surreal existence elevated by dark yet soft music floating through out the many halls and corridors of the desert palace. Its sole occupant, Kuja lay somewhere with in the labyrinth of the corridors upon a gigantic Victorian bed complete with silky white canopies hanging down over the beautiful bed from the four elegant corner posts. Silver hair caught the dimming light almost as if the light were drawn to it and quickly shunned away to skim over the rest of the solitary figure laying tangles in a mess of silk sheets, catching momentary glimpses of pale flesh and deep violet cloth. The lone Genome looked peaceful and serene in his sleep, betraying his cold and scolding waking self. He had been this way for more then an hour or two and showed no signs of stirring into reality, his lonely desert palace.
It had been more then two years since the end of the Eidolon war, the war he should have died for. He often wondered why his brother Zidane had saved his life that day after everything he had done to them; it plagued even his dreams as it did now.
Laying helplessly on one of the massive Iifa tree's leaves as the mist conductor continued its dying over dramatic and enraged death Kuja stared with out hope at the flailing roots so far above him. He thought he was dead, as he should be and that thought more then anything stung him the most. He had realized what he did was wrong and now was his time to pay, if only he had realized it sooner then maybe things would have turned out differently. Smiling wryly at the though he chuckled and winced as pain lanced through his body at the simple motion of his rising chest. Yes, he would now pay for his actions with his life, a befitting end for one such as him. Closing his eyes he waited for death's cruel embrace.
Broken out of his self-piteous reverie Kuja snapped his eyes open and found his brother Zidane standing directly over him. Staring up in surprise he could not help but think the blonde genome a fool for risking his life to save him, this stunt making his own efforts to save Zidane and his ungrateful band of friends worthless on the blonde's behalf. "Don't bother saving me, go," Kuja somehow managed to choke out of his dry and cracked lips but Zidane just shook his head, a determined smile crossing his lips.
I can't do that, after all you saved us, we owe you Kuja". Zidane grinned down at him making the silver haired tyrant envious of his optimism. If only he possessed that sort of optimism things would have turned out differently, he heard himself thinking aloud somewhere with in his dream. "Your not gonna die on me Kuja," the blonde Genome smiled almost sadly and extended his hand towards the Kuja, leaning over so the downed Genome could take it easier. Smirking faintly Kuja lifted his own hand in return, making it half way to his brother's outstretched palm before it fell back to his side and he, himself fell unconsciousness.
Snapping into sitting position green eyes darted around the spacious room through the large canopies over shadowing the bed and when everything seemed to be in place Kuja relaxed, tension visibly draining from the Genome's rigid body. "It was a dream". Smirking Kuja shook his head and threw the sheets off of his body and stepped on to the cold stone floor, a shiver running up his spine. "I still do not understand what possessed him to show such compassion, if compassion it was." Pulling his midriff shirt on to his body followed by a larger pair of shoulder armor with white sleeves that extended as they ran down to his wrists Kuja contemplated the dream for what seemed like the thousandth time in less then a week.
They were becoming more frequent and the silver haired Genome had no idea what to make of them. He would have brushed them all off without even thinking them over once if it were not for the feeling of something being hidden somewhere with in that dream, something out of sight that he was unable to see. It frustrated him to no end and he had so far spent the last week scouring his mind for any possible meaning the dream could possess yet thus far he had drawn blank.
Toying with the idea of setting off from his secluded palace to see the king, his brother Kuja smirked at the thought, "To see him as royalty, no doubt he must be uncomfortable in that position". Chuckling mildly he flipped a lock of hair out of his face and twitched his tail up to curl around his waist and under his half skirt that fell fashionably to his knee. "Yet it seems almost as if it is the only option left to me," raising his hand to his chin he stalked out the room. "If he knows anything of this annoyance it would be nice to have the closure, have this entire thing be rid of". Frowning Kuja made his way through many halls and corridors ultimately ending up in the docking section of his massive palace.
Looking about casually from the railing he was leaning against he could still picture the manipulated black mages waddling about the docks to the airship that once docked there. 'How obediently that had listened under the false pretence of a longer life," Kuja purred softly under his breath and smirked. Letting go of the railing he turned his back to the familiar dock that held so many unfinished schemes of his and walked down the small flight of stairs, turning into a messy room. Turning about the room in contemplation Kuja finally stopped to look upon a large desk cluttered with scrolls and parchment, rummaging through them he mumbled to himself in an irritated fashion tossing aside random pieces of parchment. Holding up a single scroll Kuja smirked in triumph and turned to exit the room.
It was dark outside now and docking bay from which he had entered his small study chamber danced with passing shadows, reflecting off the walls and floor as if orchestrated to do so by some unknown force. Smiling almost unwillingly Kuja swept the image from his mind and stepped back into his palace, now lit by magical torches with flickering flames. The effect the torches had on the palace took it from the surreal feeling of the early sunset and plunged it into a dark feeling where shadows fostered monsters beyond comprehension, where the shadows would swallow whole an entire army. It felt as if a specter had cast its baleful gaze upon the very foundations the palace was forged upon, yet Kuja felt calmed by the impossibly depressing décor.
Finding his way back up to his sleeping chambers the silver haired Genome stepped on to the small balcony that adjoined his spacious quarters and unrolled the scroll, laying it flat against the stone balcony. Magical symbols glowed an eerie blue from the scroll and Kuja merely ran his hand over the symbols causing each on nearly jump off the scroll at his gentle touch. Re-rolling the scroll he wandered back into his room and slid back a panel of stone on the wall, placing the scroll carefully inside before sliding the stone back into place. Back out on the balcony he looked towards the sky his green eyes searching for what he knew would inevitably come, he was not disappointed.
The silver dragon flew majestically through the night sky, its entire body glimmering in the moonlight and even from where he stood Kuja could see the ease of his old friend's flight as she flew to him. Smiling again for the second time that day, a rare occurrence for genome, Kuja waited patiently.
The silver dragon landed gracefully on the balcony in front of Kuja, it's deep ocean blue eyes looking down on him questioningly, it had been a long time since she had been summoned to his aid. Reaching a hand out Kuja fondly stroked the creature's neck and looked up at her. "It has been a long while friend," he spoke softly and looked into the dragon's inquisitive eyes. "I need you to take me to Alexandria, I must request an audience with the king". Flinching back from his touch the dragon looked down at her silver haired master and friend with a look that almost bordered disgust. "Do not worry, all shall go well". Crossing his hands over his chest he smirked despite himself, the dream forcing its way into his thoughts as he prepared his departure.
The dragon's growl was a low rumbling that shook her body as she tried to protest. She did not at all like this idea, she still remembered all to well the last time her master and his supposed brother had met, it had ended with Kuja near death, still she could not disobey him. Crouching her great body down she grudgingly took him upon her back and took flight.
First chapter, hoping to make it an on going project if I get enough reviews and if people like it, I do have another project I'm working on though so be paitent k?