My Only Gift
Freya struggled for the breifest moment before giving in to Kuja. Kuja broke the kiss off rather quickly, but for the few moments it was there, it was firey and passionate.
"Kuja...?" Freya let silence ask her question.
"Freya... There is only one gift I can give you. My life. I give you my heart, body, life, and soul. Do what you will with them. Freya, you are my evening star, my jewel. In the midst of evil, you shone with rare bravery and strength. I'll bring Fratly back, I will. I just want you to be happy,"
"...." Freya did not know what to say. She loved Fratly. Though, she felt, no, knew that Kuja knew this too, "Kuja, you said Fratly wounded you. That is a dagger wound. Fratly doesn't use daggers,"
"...." Kuja sighed, "Zidane did this, but... Fratly, he hurt me in a way that nothing else can compare to. He said I was, 'Barely human, barely a being,'. Right before he died. Yes, Fratly wounded me, but Zidane marred my skin. Flesh wounds I do not care about, but..."
"I misjudged you, Kuja..."
"...."
"I'm sorry,"
"...."
"...."
"Thank you, Freya..."
(Sweatdrops, "Wow! Four chapters in a row, not to shabby! @-@)
