A new story for Kuja and Zidane, although nothing sexual.
This sort of story has always been buzzing around in my head, so I thought it was about time it came out.
"Yes, yes Freya, I'll be fine. Kuja and I are on good terms. We won't kill each other."
"Just promise me you won't go overboard..."
"I promise!" Zidane shouted, running toward Kuja, both going toward their destinations.
"So what do you expect everyone to be like then?" Zidane asked Kuja.
"Well, I hope everyone on Chaos' side aren't all stuck up and mean."
"But they're all deadly villains..."
Kuja shot Zidane a deadly glare.
"Not that you're a deadly villain anymore..." Zidane changed the subject, "I hope we won't have to rough it up to much. I don't wanna hurt you."
Kuja blushed at Zidane's statement. He twiddled his fingers together, facing Zidane.
"I don't particularly want to hurt you either, Zidane."
"Then neither of us has to worry about getting killed."
"And if someone from Chaos' side tries to hurt you, I'll kill them in their sleep."
"Good to hear."
Kuja and Zidane said their goodbyes, and parted ways. Zidane walked toward the complex where he would be staying. It was rather like a big hotel. He walked through the doors, and met up with the rest of the Cosmos Warriors. He stood in his seemingly assigned place; ninth. To his left, some kid a few years older than him, and to his right a depressing looking young man.
"Take time to get used to each other. You each have your own rooms, save for nine and ten. Dismissed!"
Zidane shifted to talk to the kid to his left.
"Who's nine and ten?" He asked, showing genuine confusion.
"That's us; we all go by our numbers."
"Who's the guy who just spoke to us?" Zidane asked again, nowfollowing his roommate to his assigned room.
"That was the Warrior of Light. Number one."
"That names a bit of a mouthful. By the way, my names Zidane. Why are we all referred to as numbers as well?"
"Oh, my names Tidus! We're all from our respective Final Fantasies. We've all gone on some life changing adventure, saving the worlds we live in and whatnot, that's a Final Fantasy."
"Seems confusing."
"It is. But once you get used to it, it gets easier."
"... All save for nine and ten, who'll be sharing a room."
Kuja looked at the buff, tanned man to his left, and sneered. Why did he have to be the only one stuck with a roommate? A rather ungraceful looking roommate at that. The older man smiled at Kuja, and he inwardly shuddered. He seemed nice enough, but all of these people here were villains, and Kuja definatly took a disliking to a lot of them just by looking at them.
Kuja especially hated number six. He had hated clowns since the day he was created, Zorn and Thorn had creeped him out enough.
Deciding he'd had enough, Kuja walked outside for some fresh air. It suddenly hit him that putting ten people that were crazy for power together was a bad idea. Not that he was crazy for power. Not anymore.
Walking toward more unfamiliar ground, Kuja spotted Zidane, lying on some grass.
"Am I glad to see you." He muttered, sitting next to Zidane.
"Everyone not as fun as you'd expect them to be?"
"Well for one, I have to room with number ten; Jecht I think his name was, and he looks like a brute! Don't even get me started on the rest, I mean, I thought I dressed scantily, but the women here aren't exactly modest!"
"I have to room with number ten on my side to. His name is Tidus, he seems tidy enough."
"Hmm..."
"What's wrong?"
"I was just wondering what everybody will think of our little meetings like this. By the looks of things, everyone else hates each other, to the extent of wanting to kill one another."
"Well, we just won't tell anyone of our meetings. We should come here everyday, just as it gets dark."
"Yeah. I'll meet you back here tomorrow, alright?"
Zidane and Kuja got up to leave, waving as they departed. Zidane made it back to his room, and Tidus was sitting on the windowsill, watching the sun set.
"I saw you outside with someone, who was it?" Tidus asked no malice in his voice.
Zidane felt that Tidus could be trusted. He just had that laid back attitude that reminded Zidane of himself.
"That was my brother, Kuja. He has to room with ten on his side too."
"Really? Then that would be my Dad, Jecht."
"You won't tell anyone that I've talked to him, will you?"
"Of course not. You wanna see your brother, I'm not gonna stop you from doing that."
"Thanks Tidus."
Zidane soon grew bored of his room, and went downstairs toward the ballroom, just to snoop around. He may as well get to know the place. Once he entered the huge room, there was a little kid with silver hair and violet eyes, playing with what looked like a toy dragon.
"Hey, aren't you Luneth...?" Zidane asked.
Upon hearing someone else's voice, Luneth threw the toy dragon behind him, looking as innocent as a child possibly could.
"I wasn't playing with no toy dragon, of course not; I'm way too old to be playing with toy dragons!"
"You don't have to be embarrassed about playing with toys around me. Anyway, you're just a little kid, what are you doing here?"
"I'm a Cosmos Warrior. Number three, but call me Luneth."
"But you're so young..."
"So are you! What are you, like fourteen?"
"What? No, I'm sixteen!"
"But you look a little short for your age."
"I am not short! You're not so tall yourself!"
Luneth smiled and went to pick up his dragon. He went to leave, but Zidane stopped him before he could.
"Aren't you a little young to be in a room on your own...?"
"I'm in a room with Terra. She offered for me to stay there with her."
"Well, uh, I guess if you need me, I'll be outside. See you later kid."
Zidane walked outside again, and it was just getting dark. He remembered what he and Kuja had said about coming here, but that was for tomorrow. Zidane still walked toward the grassy knoll though, and he was surprised to see Kuja there.
"Kuja? I thought we were going to meet tomorrow."
"Well, I never really left this place. I saw that clown inside and…" Kuja shuddered, "I just couldn't bring myself to go back."
"I've seen that clown. Kefka his name is, I think. He scares me too."
"Zidane...?" A small voice piped up, "Who's that...?"
"Luneth! What are you doing here?"
"I was wondering who you were talking to."
"Well, this is Kuja."
Luneth walked up to Kuja, a little bit unsure of what to say. He sat next to Zidane.
"I don't mean to be rude..." Luneth started, "But are you a boy or a girl...?"
Kuja's face went red with either anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. Before Kuja could say anything, Zidane dived in front of Luneth.
"He's just a little kid Kuja!"
"I am male, thank you very much..." Kuja sighed.
Zidane, Kuja and Luneth sat together, talking about irrelevant things, until Luneth tensed.
"What's wrong Luneth?" Zidane asked suddenly.
"Watch out!" Kuja screamed, knocking the two boys out of danger.
Where Zidane and Luneth had been sitting, a patch of charred grass had replaced them.
"How dare you!" Luneth shouted at his seeming nemesis.
The Cloud of Darkness hovered several meters in front of them, preparing another spell.
"Go pick on someone your own size!" Kuja screamed, firing a spell in her direction. Zidane ran behind Kuja.
There was a bright flash of light, and The Cloud of Darkness was unscathed. Laying in Kuja and Zidane's place were two smaller versions of the warriors.
"His own spell backfired on him and his friend. Some sorcerer he turned out to be."
With that, she floated away, leaving Luneth in a state of shock. He stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Hey! Zidane! Luneth! Time for training-" Tidus cut himself short. He looked down at the three children, two unconscious.
"Oh man, what happened?" He exclaimed.
Luneth looked up at him, nearly in a state of tears.
"She went to blow us up, but then Kuja cast his magic, and it backfired!"
"Alright, alright, calm down, I'm sure we can fix this..."
"Hey" Kuja!" A rough voice sounded, "Time for-"
Jecht stopped himself in the presence of Tidus.
"What happened here?"
"Long story and I don't have time for it; you take the baby Kuja, and I'll take the baby Zidane..."
"Whoa there kid. Slow down. I'm not taking no little kid."
"Well he's your roommate! Plus I can't look after both of them!'
"Fine. But come back here tomorrow morning."
"Deal."
They both scooped up their respected children, and walked away, Luneth in tow with Tidus.
To be honest, I really don't know where this one is going, save for little snippits in my head.
If you have the time, please review, I want your opinion on it so far.
