Title: Destiny Impulse
Author: Infectious Mike
Category: Dissidia: Final Fantasy
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Chapter: Revelation
Word Count: 1,349
A/N: I know, the chapter is incredibly short. I have my reasons. This marks the end of the first 'part' so to speak. Next chapter begins with the villains.

Summary: Cecil and Tidus's story starts with the both of them in prison with harsh conditions, security is max and time doesn't exist. Onion Knight is still in a dire situation while Terra can only wait for Rikku's help to arrive. Kuja also restores Zidane. Between the grey area of light and dark the Warrior of Light begins trekking towards the unknown.

'This is a situation where I would be going out of the frying pan and into the freezer or the fire depending on what floats your boat. I honestly don't know what happened so that this happened to us. We arrived...and were thrown into prison. It sucks too cause it's so cold down here. Lucky for Cecil though, he's wearing armor at least. I survived Mount Gagazet, I can survive this.' Tidus sat in his cell curled up in a ball to keep warm. His teeth chattered incessantly, and when they weren't he was coughing and sneezing. Cecil's cell was directly across from him. 'It'll take more than this to break me. I won't give up my faith in my friends.'

Cecil sat in a corner of the stone room. He was pale and looked thinner than usual. The dual-knight looked through the bars of the prison over at Tidus who was shivering in the opposite corner from Cecil. Cecil exhaled roughly. Sickness was taking him. They didn't know how long they had been down there. Days, weeks, months, it felt like eternity. They only got one meal a day and it was barely even a meal. They weren't allowed to leave their cells under any circumstance and they were both afflicted by both Blind and Silence, Cecil even got a special barrier preventing his job changing. Despite all of this stacked against them Cecil still would not give up hope and continued to believe in his friends.

Terra sat beside the Onion Knight, still holding his hand. It had been several hours since Rikku left and Terra was beginning to believe that Rikku had simply ditched the two of them. Onion Knight was still barely conscious. One of his eyes was barely open. He was still face down on the dirt. "Terra..." he said weakly.

"I'm here," she said softly. She felt him squeeze her hand. A sign that he wasn't fading.

"Did Rikku...say what would...happen...if you healed...me?" Onion Knight breathed out.

"No...she didn't, but I don't want to risk losing you," she muttered. "Now that we're together again, I wouldn't know what to do if you were gone, I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you, my powers, my life, you helped me understand," she started to cry. "I have a purpose," her voice cracked and raised a few pitches. She held his hand to her heart. "She'll be here soon. I believe in her."

Kuja stepped into the Zidane's room slowly flipping his hair as he approached the barely conscious genome. "A rather gruesome beating you took there Zidane," he said rather flamboyantly. The reaper crossed his arms, hands on his elbows. "I doubt you have the wherewithal to even respond to me right now so I'll just talk away like I usually do.

"N-no," the blonde genome stuttered. "What are you-?"

"I'll explain later, Zidane," Kuja brushing a stray piece of hair out of his own face. "I need you to lie still while I do this; I've never actually done this on anyone before."

"Why...are you helping?" Zidane breathed out.

"Who says I am?" he said stepping back. Kuja let his arms hang from his sides as he inspected the damaged genome in front of him. "Besides," he turned his back to Zidane. "Weren't you the one who said that you don't necessarily need a reason to help someone?" Kuja looked over his shoulder smirking. "Now, lay still," he whispered. "I cannot allow you die before me, I promised the both of us that we would die together, remember?" Kuja let a dangerous smile cover his lips.

Zidane kept his laughter to himself. Kuja always did go for the dramatic effect and it always seemed to work. Kuja leaned over him and placed his hands parallel to Zidane's body. The reaper closed his eyes and entered Trance. Zidane jumped in surprise but Kuja threw him back down. "Stay still, I have to be in Trance to do this." Kuja's hands began to glow and he began chanting the spell, "Rememdium is somes quod vigoratus animus, Aufero totus uredo quod restituo mens! Vitualamen meus somes quod animus!"

Green spiderlike web connected Kuja's hands to Zidane's body. The web was thick but it wasn't sticky or spongy like a spider web. The web hovered above Zidane's body before it started to coil around the vicinity of it.

Zidane opened his eyes and looked at Kuja. The reaper looked like he was in pain his face was contorted in an agonizing expression. Kuja realized Zidane was looking at him and then tried to regain his composure. Zidane's body was glowed radioactive green and the web began to thicken, connecting with the other strands. A cocoon surrounded Zidane within seconds and it pulsated frequently.

Kuja's face was strained and contorted. His teeth were grinding together and his eyes were closed tightly. Kuja's hands were inside the cocoon still weaving the spell. "Quies, Zidane," he muttered slowly. The cocoon began to disappear quickly it fell away in chunks. Zidane's body slowly came into view, completely healed. Zidane lifted his hand but Kuja quickly hissed at him. "Stay still you fool!"

Zidane rest his hand back down on the bed and stared at the reaper. The cocoon was completely gone but Kuja had not given the go ahead for him to move. "Rest, your body is healed and your mind is alert but what you need is rest," Kuja whispered. "I need rest," Kuja fell out of his Trance and on his knees. He rested his head on the bed next to Zidane's leg. Zidane sat up but Kuja raised his arm. "Zidane, I'll answer questions later, for now let me rest."

Zidane looked at Kuja with half-lidded eyes. "Thank you," Zidane murmured. He saw Kuja smile and then he lay down and closed his eyes.

Squall kept on his word and entered the room after those quick five minutes had passed. He cracked the door open and peeked inside witnessing Kuja falling to his knees on the bed. Zidane had sat up and the two of them were whispering. Squall couldn't hear them but both of them had smiles on their faces, Zidane more than Kuja. He shut the door silently, and left the infirmary without a word and his hands in his pockets.

The Warrior of Light looked at the darkness, and then turned to the light. "Should I retreat to the light? Or fight against the darkness?" He was in the grey area between the light and the dark. The twilight of his existence. He had so many questions that were left unanswered. First, how did he get here? How was he alive? Hadn't Garland removed like half of his torso? Where was Garland if the Warrior was here?

His questions were left unanswered as he began to trek back into the light.