Catch the Sun
Yume
Please… Don't let me disappear. I'm not yet done in this world. I want to live.
Blurred eyes caught sight of shimmering gold. Gold like the perpetual gold of those empty vessels of Bran Bal, and yet now that murky color he despised relaxed him. His eyes didn't want to stay open though, and tears strained his pale cheeks. A shining beacon. The light he had so desperately wanted, and at the same time tried so hard to crush – here it stood. He coughed the question with a cynical chuckle, "Here… Here to taunt me, Zidane?"
He had finally given in and closed his eyes, unable to keep the tired lids up any longer. He didn't see the pang of anger that crossed the other's face, but he felt coarse gloves heave him up. "Kuja! Damnit, if that was what I wanted, why would I have left my friends, risked my life? Tell me that with the infinite wisdom that forced you to this state!"
He-he was mad. Kuja hadn't calculated that. Dark eyes were forced open once more to watch his golden nemesis. At this close proximity he could see the injuries the other had received getting here. He felt his limp form be moved, and he stared at his enemy. "… You are ridiculously naïve. Who says I won't try to kill you again?" He paused, before adding slowly, "Shouldn't you hate me?"
He smiled. Zidane's smile was as radiant as his sun-kissed flesh. "You were just tricked by Garland, right? I can't fault you for wanting purpose in the world. I had wanted the same thing at one point."
Somehow… Somehow he felt as if he'd finally gained the light. He didn't need to destroy it anymore. The kind man before him… He'd gained that kind light. Kuja smiled softly, relaxing into the other's arms. He could trust the light, without it he wouldn't exist.