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Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. *sigh*
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Oh no! Earth is in trouble!
Chapter 3: Underlings
Elliana looked wide-eyedly at Kuja, who was smirking prodly at the ice- covered scoundrel he had just defeated. She was extremely relieved - and exhilarated, of course, that he was the original Kuja. She had been worried that he was just a fraud, a fanatic fan of Kuja who went too far as to pretend to be like him. She can't help but kept wondering what brought her favourite bad-guy to a small country like Malaysia - and more importantly, to her own house! If he'd appear somewhere on Earth, it would likely be in Japan, or America or any other bigger countries.
"Uh, Mr. Kuja," she began, but her words were interrupted by a sudden laughter from Kuja.
"Put aside the 'Mister'," he said. "Just call me Kuja."
"Right," Elliana said. "So, Kuja, I thank you for saving me from that man, or as you described it, 'underling'." Kuja nodded in acknowledgement. "But," she hesitated before asking, "What brought you *here*?"
Kuja seemed to be lost in thought for a while. He opened his mouth a few times as if to say something, but closed it again instantly. At last, he said, "It's a looong story." The girl started to protest, but Kuja held his hand to stop any words from her. "You really don't want to know," he told her in a no-more-argument tone.
Elliana sighed in frustration, but she won't give up yet. There were tonnes of other questions that she could ask. "Nevermind. Then, how did you survive after. well, you know."
Kuja finished the sentence for her. "Loosing to Zidane?"
She nodded slowly, afraid it might offend him. Maybe he was, as it took quite a long time for her to get an answer. But the answer really frustrated her.
"It's a looong story."
"Then, tell me, did you come alone. Or are the others with you? I mean Zidane, or anyone else?"
"I'm not alone," Kuja answered.
"Who are you with, then?"
"An acquaintance."
Elliana sighed again. It seemed that she's never going to get a straight answer from him. "What about your clothes?" she asked, looking amusedly at Kuja. "Where did you get it?" It was really surprising to see him wearing *Squall's* clothes. After all, his taste for clothes was quite weird, even outrageous. While Squall's clothes - especially the jacket and belt, were among the things she had always wanted to put her hands onto, and so do a lot of other people. At least, that's what she thought. "It's gorgeous," she complimented, staring dreamily at the clothes.
The silver-haired guy looked at her in disbelief. Then, he snorted - seemingly in disgust. "I think my real ones are a LOT better."
Elliana was uncertain about that. She shrugged, not wanting to hurt her idol's feeling by saying 'no'. "Whatever you say," she murmured and walked towards the frozen man. "Is he going to die?"
"I don't think so. The magic wasn't that strong."
She sighed in relief. The last thing she needed was a dead body in her room. Her house might get haunted by that villain's ghost, or most certainly, the cops. "How long is he going to stay like this?"
Kuja shrugged. "That depends," he said. "But I think an underling such as him would stay frozen for at least 3 hours."
"Cool. I can't wait to see the look on his friends' faces when they saw him trapped in ice," she declared excitedly. As soon as she said those, she heard the sound of the villains' car moving towards the house. "Speak of the devil." she muttered, along with some curses. She looked hopefully at Kuja. "Could you please take care of them?"
Kuja tousled his hair. "No problem," he said. "But I want you to repay me later."
"Of course." Elliana said happily. It was extremely great to have Kuja as a bodyguard. "Let's go, shall we?"
They went out of the room silently, with Elliana leading the way. They walked through some corridors before reaching the stairs, which was located just next to the room where Kuja and Sephiroth had first entered. When they passed the room, the Garnet-like girl stopped to take the leg of a broken chair and some shards of broken glass, which she put carefully inside her thick blue pants. Kuja gave her a questioning look. She shrugged and said, "For protection."
As they descended, they could hear some 'oofs' and 'urghs' and also 'ouchs' from downstairs. Elliana frowned - must be wondering what was happening down there, but Kuja became troubled. It must be Sephiroth who was fighting all those people. He surely didn't want him to finish all of those underlings by himself. So, he quickened his pace and stepped down three strairs at a time and finally, when his anxiety overcame him, he simply jumped down the rest of the stairs, landing just beside his companion.
He scanned the area around him. There were two people littered on the floor. One was unconscious, with blood dripping down the side of his mouth, staining the carpet with his blood, while the other was clutching his stomach, whimpering in pain. There were another seven standing, and three of them had blood trickling down the side of their mouths. Kuja's mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. It seemed that he still got a chance to perform his skills.
"Stay back," Kuja said, promptly stretching his hand to push the other man behind him. "I'll handle this."
Sephiroth gave his companion a hard glare. "No, but thanks all the same. I could handle this by myself." He pushed away Kuja's hand and stepped forward.
"You don't need to trouble yourself." It was Kuja's turn to step forward, and he returned Sephiroth's glare with one just as ominous.
"Nah, *you* don't need to trouble yourself." Sephiroth's glare hardened. "After all, *I* was the one who saw them first."
"You should take a rest," Kuja said, more like a command than an advice.
"I'm not tired, thank you."
"I said, you *should* take a rest." Kuja gave Sephiroth the most menacing glare he could muster.
"I said, I'm not tired." Sephiroth glared back with same menace. And they kept staring at each other for quite some time. Luckily, the villains were too dumbfounded to attack them during their little fight. They were looking uncertainly at each other, wondering what would be the best thing to do in the situation.
Elliana looked in disbelief at the man Kuja had been arguing with. Sephiroth. The Sun must have risen from the west that day, and the pigs must've grown wings and horns must've grown out of cats' heads and. and.
She felt like shouting at that time, and tell the whole world that Kuja and Sephiroth were in *her* house! Still, she can't help but wondered what had brought those two together. It wasn't the right time to ask the two men question, though.
"Guys." she said helplessly. Kuja and Sephiroth were still arguing with each other, while those villains had finally reached a decision - to attack. Two of them were moving separately towards Kuja and Sephiroth's backs, probably trying to make a surprise attack. Of course they'd never succeed. Not with the greatest bad-guys in history.
The first attacker, who was preparing to stab Sephiroth's back with his 12 inches dagger, was suddenly doubled over by the silver-haired guy's swift back kick. With all the breath knocked out of him, he fell limply to the floor, unconscious.
Meanwhile, Kuja's attacker was staring wide-eyed at his companion, apparently paralyzed by shock, and fear. Kuja snickered. "You'd better stop staring at that looser, or you'll end up like him the next second."
That man instantly snapped back into reality. He looked at Kuja warily, and clenched his fist to prepare for his first attack. "What a sissie could do to me, anyway?" he said arrogantly. With an angry cry, he launched himself forward and aimed his punch at Kuja's head. However, Kuja easily caught the man's knuckle, and clenched his fist, breaking the man's bones with a cracking sound.
The poor scoundrel let out a strangled groan, trying futilely to free his knuckle from Kuja's grasp. Desperately, he tried to punch Kuja with his other hand. This time, Kuja gripped his wrist and twisted his hand, dislocating his bones. In seconds, Kuja let go of his fist and threw him over his back and onto the ground.
The man crashed on the floor with a loud thud. Kuja stretched his arm forward; ready to launch his final attack, saying, "No one can ever escape from me unscathed for calling me 'sissy'." Sephiroth flinched visibly at that. "And feel honoured to taste my Meteor." He chanted a spell to summon his magic ability, but nothing happened when he finished his chanting. That instant, he remembered that his MP had gone absolutely *zero*. He froze, his arm still stretched forward. 'What am I supposed to do?' he thought.
Not knowing that Kuja couldn't use magic, Elliana quickly ran to place herself between him and the badly injured man. "Please stop, Kuja. Don't kill him," she pleaded.
She wasn't certain what Kuja actually felt about her plead, as his face was expressionless. But he did let his arm fall to his side, and turned away from the injured man. "Wonder why you need to cherish that underling's life. He wanted to attack you, after all."
Elliana didn't answer. Instead, she walked towards the other men who broke into her house (except Sephiroth) and said, "Buzz off. And don't come back if you cherish your life."
They looked uncertainly at each other before finally made an attempt to move out. One by one, they shuffled past Elliana to the door. However, the fourth; a tattooed man with funny-looking colourful hair, decided to make a difference. He kicked Elliana's wooden weapon out of her reach, lunged towards her and grabbed hold of her neck.
Kuja stepped forward to help her, but was stopped by a warning from the tattooed man. "Stand back," he commanded, "or I'll break her neck." He tightened his grip on Elliana's neck as if to prove his words, and dragged her after his companions.
"Stop, or you'll regret this," she warned between clenched teeth.
"I've got nothing to regret." The tattooed man snickered at her, continuing to drag her away.
"I warned you," she said, and promptly took out a shard of glass from her pocket and cut his wrist, gushing out a fair amount of blood. With a yelp, the tattooed man let her go, pressing his wrist to stop the flow of blood at his wound."I told you to stop, but you didn't listen. Now look what happened to you." Her tone was of a mother scolding a stubborn boy.
"Shut up, bitch!"
"You should learn to listen to other's advices." Calmly, Elliana turned to face the other scoundrels, throwing them a challengeful glare. "Leave my house, or we'll kick your ass."
For a moment, no one moved, except Kuja, who was walking towards the raven- haired girl, whistling in admiration. "You have quite a lot of courage, girl," he complimented, sliding his arm across her shoulders in a brotherly manner.
"Well, you know me," she said, and burst out chuckling childishly. Then, she felt her face growing hot. She can't help it. That's what always happened when she was being complimented - only by someone she likes, though. No matter how hard she boast off in order to prevent herself from blushing, she'd always end up that way.
Sheepishly, she turned her face away from Kuja to hide her red face. That's when she saw one of the scumbags Sephiroth had defeated before pointed a gun to either her, or Kuja's direction. It was hard to tell.
"Look out!" she shouted in alarm, pushing Kuja away as quickly as she could.
A gunshot rang in the air.
"You have quite a lot of courage, girl," the man that shot Elliana said, mocking the tone Kuja had used before. "But you've got a brainless head."
A spray of blood gushed out of Elliana's stomach. Her eyes went wide. She was having difficulty to believe what had happened to her. She's been shot, and there's a bullet in her body. Real bullet. Not another one of those elastic rubber bullets she used to get shot with back when she was little.
A sudden surge of pain swept through her, and she instinctively clutched her stomach. She felt all her energy drained out of her, weakening her legs, and causing her to fall to her knees. In the agony, she took a peep at her stomach to see it covered with her blood, soaking her shirt and her palm. All of a sudden, she felt like the world was spinning around her, and everything around her began to fall into darkness.
************************* That's the end of this chapter. Well, from now on, I could only update twice, or worse, once a month. It's because I have to go back to my boarding school tomorrow. *sigh* I hate school. (Do you) I hope you don't mind, and would still read this puny fic of mine. Till then, bye!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy. *sigh*
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Oh no! Earth is in trouble!
Chapter 3: Underlings
Elliana looked wide-eyedly at Kuja, who was smirking prodly at the ice- covered scoundrel he had just defeated. She was extremely relieved - and exhilarated, of course, that he was the original Kuja. She had been worried that he was just a fraud, a fanatic fan of Kuja who went too far as to pretend to be like him. She can't help but kept wondering what brought her favourite bad-guy to a small country like Malaysia - and more importantly, to her own house! If he'd appear somewhere on Earth, it would likely be in Japan, or America or any other bigger countries.
"Uh, Mr. Kuja," she began, but her words were interrupted by a sudden laughter from Kuja.
"Put aside the 'Mister'," he said. "Just call me Kuja."
"Right," Elliana said. "So, Kuja, I thank you for saving me from that man, or as you described it, 'underling'." Kuja nodded in acknowledgement. "But," she hesitated before asking, "What brought you *here*?"
Kuja seemed to be lost in thought for a while. He opened his mouth a few times as if to say something, but closed it again instantly. At last, he said, "It's a looong story." The girl started to protest, but Kuja held his hand to stop any words from her. "You really don't want to know," he told her in a no-more-argument tone.
Elliana sighed in frustration, but she won't give up yet. There were tonnes of other questions that she could ask. "Nevermind. Then, how did you survive after. well, you know."
Kuja finished the sentence for her. "Loosing to Zidane?"
She nodded slowly, afraid it might offend him. Maybe he was, as it took quite a long time for her to get an answer. But the answer really frustrated her.
"It's a looong story."
"Then, tell me, did you come alone. Or are the others with you? I mean Zidane, or anyone else?"
"I'm not alone," Kuja answered.
"Who are you with, then?"
"An acquaintance."
Elliana sighed again. It seemed that she's never going to get a straight answer from him. "What about your clothes?" she asked, looking amusedly at Kuja. "Where did you get it?" It was really surprising to see him wearing *Squall's* clothes. After all, his taste for clothes was quite weird, even outrageous. While Squall's clothes - especially the jacket and belt, were among the things she had always wanted to put her hands onto, and so do a lot of other people. At least, that's what she thought. "It's gorgeous," she complimented, staring dreamily at the clothes.
The silver-haired guy looked at her in disbelief. Then, he snorted - seemingly in disgust. "I think my real ones are a LOT better."
Elliana was uncertain about that. She shrugged, not wanting to hurt her idol's feeling by saying 'no'. "Whatever you say," she murmured and walked towards the frozen man. "Is he going to die?"
"I don't think so. The magic wasn't that strong."
She sighed in relief. The last thing she needed was a dead body in her room. Her house might get haunted by that villain's ghost, or most certainly, the cops. "How long is he going to stay like this?"
Kuja shrugged. "That depends," he said. "But I think an underling such as him would stay frozen for at least 3 hours."
"Cool. I can't wait to see the look on his friends' faces when they saw him trapped in ice," she declared excitedly. As soon as she said those, she heard the sound of the villains' car moving towards the house. "Speak of the devil." she muttered, along with some curses. She looked hopefully at Kuja. "Could you please take care of them?"
Kuja tousled his hair. "No problem," he said. "But I want you to repay me later."
"Of course." Elliana said happily. It was extremely great to have Kuja as a bodyguard. "Let's go, shall we?"
They went out of the room silently, with Elliana leading the way. They walked through some corridors before reaching the stairs, which was located just next to the room where Kuja and Sephiroth had first entered. When they passed the room, the Garnet-like girl stopped to take the leg of a broken chair and some shards of broken glass, which she put carefully inside her thick blue pants. Kuja gave her a questioning look. She shrugged and said, "For protection."
As they descended, they could hear some 'oofs' and 'urghs' and also 'ouchs' from downstairs. Elliana frowned - must be wondering what was happening down there, but Kuja became troubled. It must be Sephiroth who was fighting all those people. He surely didn't want him to finish all of those underlings by himself. So, he quickened his pace and stepped down three strairs at a time and finally, when his anxiety overcame him, he simply jumped down the rest of the stairs, landing just beside his companion.
He scanned the area around him. There were two people littered on the floor. One was unconscious, with blood dripping down the side of his mouth, staining the carpet with his blood, while the other was clutching his stomach, whimpering in pain. There were another seven standing, and three of them had blood trickling down the side of their mouths. Kuja's mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. It seemed that he still got a chance to perform his skills.
"Stay back," Kuja said, promptly stretching his hand to push the other man behind him. "I'll handle this."
Sephiroth gave his companion a hard glare. "No, but thanks all the same. I could handle this by myself." He pushed away Kuja's hand and stepped forward.
"You don't need to trouble yourself." It was Kuja's turn to step forward, and he returned Sephiroth's glare with one just as ominous.
"Nah, *you* don't need to trouble yourself." Sephiroth's glare hardened. "After all, *I* was the one who saw them first."
"You should take a rest," Kuja said, more like a command than an advice.
"I'm not tired, thank you."
"I said, you *should* take a rest." Kuja gave Sephiroth the most menacing glare he could muster.
"I said, I'm not tired." Sephiroth glared back with same menace. And they kept staring at each other for quite some time. Luckily, the villains were too dumbfounded to attack them during their little fight. They were looking uncertainly at each other, wondering what would be the best thing to do in the situation.
Elliana looked in disbelief at the man Kuja had been arguing with. Sephiroth. The Sun must have risen from the west that day, and the pigs must've grown wings and horns must've grown out of cats' heads and. and.
She felt like shouting at that time, and tell the whole world that Kuja and Sephiroth were in *her* house! Still, she can't help but wondered what had brought those two together. It wasn't the right time to ask the two men question, though.
"Guys." she said helplessly. Kuja and Sephiroth were still arguing with each other, while those villains had finally reached a decision - to attack. Two of them were moving separately towards Kuja and Sephiroth's backs, probably trying to make a surprise attack. Of course they'd never succeed. Not with the greatest bad-guys in history.
The first attacker, who was preparing to stab Sephiroth's back with his 12 inches dagger, was suddenly doubled over by the silver-haired guy's swift back kick. With all the breath knocked out of him, he fell limply to the floor, unconscious.
Meanwhile, Kuja's attacker was staring wide-eyed at his companion, apparently paralyzed by shock, and fear. Kuja snickered. "You'd better stop staring at that looser, or you'll end up like him the next second."
That man instantly snapped back into reality. He looked at Kuja warily, and clenched his fist to prepare for his first attack. "What a sissie could do to me, anyway?" he said arrogantly. With an angry cry, he launched himself forward and aimed his punch at Kuja's head. However, Kuja easily caught the man's knuckle, and clenched his fist, breaking the man's bones with a cracking sound.
The poor scoundrel let out a strangled groan, trying futilely to free his knuckle from Kuja's grasp. Desperately, he tried to punch Kuja with his other hand. This time, Kuja gripped his wrist and twisted his hand, dislocating his bones. In seconds, Kuja let go of his fist and threw him over his back and onto the ground.
The man crashed on the floor with a loud thud. Kuja stretched his arm forward; ready to launch his final attack, saying, "No one can ever escape from me unscathed for calling me 'sissy'." Sephiroth flinched visibly at that. "And feel honoured to taste my Meteor." He chanted a spell to summon his magic ability, but nothing happened when he finished his chanting. That instant, he remembered that his MP had gone absolutely *zero*. He froze, his arm still stretched forward. 'What am I supposed to do?' he thought.
Not knowing that Kuja couldn't use magic, Elliana quickly ran to place herself between him and the badly injured man. "Please stop, Kuja. Don't kill him," she pleaded.
She wasn't certain what Kuja actually felt about her plead, as his face was expressionless. But he did let his arm fall to his side, and turned away from the injured man. "Wonder why you need to cherish that underling's life. He wanted to attack you, after all."
Elliana didn't answer. Instead, she walked towards the other men who broke into her house (except Sephiroth) and said, "Buzz off. And don't come back if you cherish your life."
They looked uncertainly at each other before finally made an attempt to move out. One by one, they shuffled past Elliana to the door. However, the fourth; a tattooed man with funny-looking colourful hair, decided to make a difference. He kicked Elliana's wooden weapon out of her reach, lunged towards her and grabbed hold of her neck.
Kuja stepped forward to help her, but was stopped by a warning from the tattooed man. "Stand back," he commanded, "or I'll break her neck." He tightened his grip on Elliana's neck as if to prove his words, and dragged her after his companions.
"Stop, or you'll regret this," she warned between clenched teeth.
"I've got nothing to regret." The tattooed man snickered at her, continuing to drag her away.
"I warned you," she said, and promptly took out a shard of glass from her pocket and cut his wrist, gushing out a fair amount of blood. With a yelp, the tattooed man let her go, pressing his wrist to stop the flow of blood at his wound."I told you to stop, but you didn't listen. Now look what happened to you." Her tone was of a mother scolding a stubborn boy.
"Shut up, bitch!"
"You should learn to listen to other's advices." Calmly, Elliana turned to face the other scoundrels, throwing them a challengeful glare. "Leave my house, or we'll kick your ass."
For a moment, no one moved, except Kuja, who was walking towards the raven- haired girl, whistling in admiration. "You have quite a lot of courage, girl," he complimented, sliding his arm across her shoulders in a brotherly manner.
"Well, you know me," she said, and burst out chuckling childishly. Then, she felt her face growing hot. She can't help it. That's what always happened when she was being complimented - only by someone she likes, though. No matter how hard she boast off in order to prevent herself from blushing, she'd always end up that way.
Sheepishly, she turned her face away from Kuja to hide her red face. That's when she saw one of the scumbags Sephiroth had defeated before pointed a gun to either her, or Kuja's direction. It was hard to tell.
"Look out!" she shouted in alarm, pushing Kuja away as quickly as she could.
A gunshot rang in the air.
"You have quite a lot of courage, girl," the man that shot Elliana said, mocking the tone Kuja had used before. "But you've got a brainless head."
A spray of blood gushed out of Elliana's stomach. Her eyes went wide. She was having difficulty to believe what had happened to her. She's been shot, and there's a bullet in her body. Real bullet. Not another one of those elastic rubber bullets she used to get shot with back when she was little.
A sudden surge of pain swept through her, and she instinctively clutched her stomach. She felt all her energy drained out of her, weakening her legs, and causing her to fall to her knees. In the agony, she took a peep at her stomach to see it covered with her blood, soaking her shirt and her palm. All of a sudden, she felt like the world was spinning around her, and everything around her began to fall into darkness.
************************* That's the end of this chapter. Well, from now on, I could only update twice, or worse, once a month. It's because I have to go back to my boarding school tomorrow. *sigh* I hate school. (Do you) I hope you don't mind, and would still read this puny fic of mine. Till then, bye!