Author's note: Yep, another Kuja-fic ^-^ This never really happened in the game (duh) but I'd say it takes place near the middle…I don't remember exactly when Kuja destroys Alexandria…. I just wanted Kuja to have a sidekick, is that so bad?! Well, enjoy…
Disclaimer: I do not own FF9, but I DO own Mallory.
Kuja's step was light as he walked through the crowded Alexandrian streets. They didn't even notice him as they lightly pushed past him. He smiled softly to himself, thinking of what was to come. He glanced about the streets at all the little shops and homes that would soon be nothing but piles of rubbish. Then he smacked right into someone. He lost his balance and fell flat on his behind, as did the girl who bumped into him.
The girl, named Mallory, only fifteen, sat up and rubbed the back of her head. She looked over at Kuja. She usually decided whether to apologize or to be angry at this point, by whom had bumped into to whom and who had been bumped. She looked over at the beautiful person before her. 'What a beautiful woman,' she thought. Then she saw Kuja's lavish silk clothes she was about to apologize, until she heard what 'she' had to say, which revealed his true gender. "Watch where you're going, you little whore," he snarled, brushing away some invisible dust on his purple chest-plate as he stood up. She shot up, bristling. "Excuse me, sir, but it was you who was looking away and slammed into me."
"Is that so?" he smirked. "Yes, it is," she shot back. "And I'm not a whore."
"Hm," he mumbled softly as he brushed past her.
Mallory huffed and continued to the square.
Kuja pushed through the rest of the bustling crowds and stopped by the knight statue by the edge of town. Less people, less ways to be noticed. He leaned against the statue and watched the world go by.
"I've got everything I need…It's time to go home, I guess," Mallory said, swinging her bag over her shoulder and walking out of the medicine shop. She went back down the street towards her little house, then she felt a tug on her bag. She turned to see a big dog pulling at it and snarling. "Oh, you, give it back," she said as she pulled back. The dog was quite strong and got the bag away from her, bolting down the street. She sprinted after it. It stopped by a shop in the little square with the knight statue. It dropped to the ground and began to chew at the tough leather. Mallory bent down to grab it when a hulking arm came in her way. "Can I help you, little lady?" a gruff, annoyed voice said. She made for the bag again. "It's my bag," she said softly. The arm came in her way again. "Anything my dog finds, my dog keeps," the voice said, angrier then before. "I don't think so," she replied. "It has important medicine in it." The arm grabbed her collar and lifted her up. She met the angry eyes of a huge man.
"She's not armed," Kuja said to himself as he watched. "This could be interesting."
The girl didn't seem alarmed at all. In fact, she was smiling. Kuja became very curious, and shifted his weight a little, watching intently.
Mallory raised one of her hands and cast a quick fire spell, bursting the man into flames. The man roared and dropped her, only to grab his knife from his pocket and slash her across her side. She buckled, grabbed her bag and ran as he put out the fire. She was gone by the time he looked up. Mallory collapsed on the other side of the statue, out of sight of her attacker. Kuja walked a few steps to her side and bent down next to her. "Are you all right, my little bird?" She looked up and saw his fingers glowing with a cure spell. "No, no, I'm fine," she assured him. Then to his amazement, she cured herself.
"Wait, wait, wait…" Kuja said, confused. "You used a fire spell over there," he pointed towards the shop. "And you used a curing spell here."
"Yeah? So?"
"Well, that's white and black magic."
"I know."
"Oh no, you don't, my pretty little bird. Listen."
Mallory crossed her arms and sat back against the statue. "Now, most people can only use one kind of magic."
"I know."
"I see," Kuja thought. "Well, there is something I must tell you."
"Yes?"
"Take all of the belongings you can and flee from this place."
"What?"
"There is no time to explain. Leave, now."
Mallory wasn't really sure if she could trust this mysterious man, but she took her bag and ran from Alexandria.
That night she watched it burn.
Disclaimer: I do not own FF9, but I DO own Mallory.
Kuja's step was light as he walked through the crowded Alexandrian streets. They didn't even notice him as they lightly pushed past him. He smiled softly to himself, thinking of what was to come. He glanced about the streets at all the little shops and homes that would soon be nothing but piles of rubbish. Then he smacked right into someone. He lost his balance and fell flat on his behind, as did the girl who bumped into him.
The girl, named Mallory, only fifteen, sat up and rubbed the back of her head. She looked over at Kuja. She usually decided whether to apologize or to be angry at this point, by whom had bumped into to whom and who had been bumped. She looked over at the beautiful person before her. 'What a beautiful woman,' she thought. Then she saw Kuja's lavish silk clothes she was about to apologize, until she heard what 'she' had to say, which revealed his true gender. "Watch where you're going, you little whore," he snarled, brushing away some invisible dust on his purple chest-plate as he stood up. She shot up, bristling. "Excuse me, sir, but it was you who was looking away and slammed into me."
"Is that so?" he smirked. "Yes, it is," she shot back. "And I'm not a whore."
"Hm," he mumbled softly as he brushed past her.
Mallory huffed and continued to the square.
Kuja pushed through the rest of the bustling crowds and stopped by the knight statue by the edge of town. Less people, less ways to be noticed. He leaned against the statue and watched the world go by.
"I've got everything I need…It's time to go home, I guess," Mallory said, swinging her bag over her shoulder and walking out of the medicine shop. She went back down the street towards her little house, then she felt a tug on her bag. She turned to see a big dog pulling at it and snarling. "Oh, you, give it back," she said as she pulled back. The dog was quite strong and got the bag away from her, bolting down the street. She sprinted after it. It stopped by a shop in the little square with the knight statue. It dropped to the ground and began to chew at the tough leather. Mallory bent down to grab it when a hulking arm came in her way. "Can I help you, little lady?" a gruff, annoyed voice said. She made for the bag again. "It's my bag," she said softly. The arm came in her way again. "Anything my dog finds, my dog keeps," the voice said, angrier then before. "I don't think so," she replied. "It has important medicine in it." The arm grabbed her collar and lifted her up. She met the angry eyes of a huge man.
"She's not armed," Kuja said to himself as he watched. "This could be interesting."
The girl didn't seem alarmed at all. In fact, she was smiling. Kuja became very curious, and shifted his weight a little, watching intently.
Mallory raised one of her hands and cast a quick fire spell, bursting the man into flames. The man roared and dropped her, only to grab his knife from his pocket and slash her across her side. She buckled, grabbed her bag and ran as he put out the fire. She was gone by the time he looked up. Mallory collapsed on the other side of the statue, out of sight of her attacker. Kuja walked a few steps to her side and bent down next to her. "Are you all right, my little bird?" She looked up and saw his fingers glowing with a cure spell. "No, no, I'm fine," she assured him. Then to his amazement, she cured herself.
"Wait, wait, wait…" Kuja said, confused. "You used a fire spell over there," he pointed towards the shop. "And you used a curing spell here."
"Yeah? So?"
"Well, that's white and black magic."
"I know."
"Oh no, you don't, my pretty little bird. Listen."
Mallory crossed her arms and sat back against the statue. "Now, most people can only use one kind of magic."
"I know."
"I see," Kuja thought. "Well, there is something I must tell you."
"Yes?"
"Take all of the belongings you can and flee from this place."
"What?"
"There is no time to explain. Leave, now."
Mallory wasn't really sure if she could trust this mysterious man, but she took her bag and ran from Alexandria.
That night she watched it burn.