Don't pull me in to close
I'm bound to loose my way...
Zidane didn't realize how long he had lain there till he heard the creaking of the vines about his humble body. His large eyes fell to the body of the dying villain. His own brother, if not by blood then by creation. How simple he had seen things before this, and how simple they might come again. But now there lay a road ahead, each road holding striking possibilities which he did not dare imagine.
"Gaia's time is limited..." He murmured to him self. "Even though Terra was destroyed the Souls are still being taken away." He pondered his statement wishing perhaps the only person who knew the answer was still speaking to him.
"Damnit! Garland?!?!" He cried out in his furry, far to lost in this plot created long before him. Tears were given birth from his eyes, frailty was another thing which a hero might posses. "I don't know where to go..." He spoke in the near darkness of the vine's cell.
In the moments when the tree had closed in around them Kuja had made a final effort to save Zidane's life. The last of his magic to grace this world had shone through and for now managed still to keep the twirling vines at bay. However what might happen to this safe haven when the villain passed along was a mystery all together.
Only the magic kept light in the darkness, it's faint golden hue made the eerie vines outside seem to be nothing more than a patchwork of a blanket. Zidane's own hair shone violently in the radiance, and seemed to sparkle angelically. Had the sleeping man been awake to see he might have lost his way in the gorgeous glow.
The Ultima Weapon was lost now to Zidane, his only means of escape would be the use of magic. Which was something he had no art in.
He wound a shaky hand into his hair, fear was only the first step towards the death that awaited him, twisting beyond the fading magic. It wouldn't be long before Kuja's breaths would stop and the gold hue so glorious would die with him.
"What will happen to us?" Zidane questioned the magic. It's own fate was much the same as his. "I..."
Zidane shook his head and lay back down upon Kuja's soft chest. There was nothing left to do, no one left to speak too. And every time he felt Kuja's heart skip a beat he wore closer to the line of insanity.
"Zidane?" The luminous eyes of the silver haired warlock flashed open.
"Kuja!" Zidane jumped from his spot upon Kuja's chest.
"What happened...?" He asked in a quieted tone.
Yet all that the hero could answer him with was his own surprised and blank stare.
"You have to go..." Kuja said to him.
"No, not with out you!" Zidane found him self hurriedly rushing to respond to what he knew was Kuja's decision.
Kuja's head shook back and forth once or twice and strange blue lights came blurring about him. In a moment he vanished into the outside world. The tall and mighty Iifa Tree stood on the blood red sky like the Angle of Death himself.
"Kuja..." But no response would come to Zidane's tattered mind.
AN: Haven't done anything on any of my old FF9 fics, although they are good... Bwaahahaa! I shall write a new ficy! Anyway I think this will be one of those cool, lets see where we can Hide Kuja This Week fics... With a tad of OMG Kuja Is Alive, and some Kuja Did It I Know He Did!!
Kuja: Meh, you'll never finish this one either.
Sors: Sure I will! XD So inspire me by feeding me with some yummy reviews! (cause I'm a review piggy and I know it.)