DISCLAIMER: I am quite well aware of the fact I don't own your stupid
company. If I did, FFXI wouldn't be an online game, now WOULD IT?!
Eika - *blushes* Thank you for the song! Heh heh, the Macarena is the only dance I know as well . . . oh poor socially inept me (not really ^^), who instead of attending loud and vivacious parties along with the rest of her friends, writes and reads a great deal of fanfiction (an unhealthy amount, of course).
My full idea for what happened to Kuja, is FAR from over. Teehee, I'm glad you like it!
Thanks for reviewing my poem . . . *bawls her eyes out*
Vincent: *is still looking at poem* Child? Who is this child you speak of . . .
I swear, he NEEDS to find his inner child.
Leon: But first, let's weigh out our priorities; do we SERIOUSLY need to have him running around the set with a lollipop, and singing "row row row your boat" at the top of his lungs?!
Oooh . . . *shudder* . . . then again, we already have one of my bishies in that situation.
Kuja: *skips up to brooding Vincent* Hey VINNNNNNNIE! Meet my new best friend; Mr. Lollipop--
Leon: Oh dear GOD no!
Ryou: *listening to headphones*
Thanks for the recommendations as well!
Rhea Chryseis - Woohoo! I spelled your name correctly, WITHOUT LOOKING! *does happity dance*
Yeah, FFX Shiva is so awesome. And the whole "celestial weapons" connection with Lulu, made her seem all the kewler. ^^
Thank you for the birthday greetings!
Well, here is the long-awaited (but certainly not anticipated, but you just wait, I'll make a good fic someday . . . ), chapter 10 of my very first fanfiction. I trust you need no more foolish introductions of mine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A few tension-filled seconds passed before the billowing of mist overcame them. It was a genuine mist-storm, with the dangerous stuff flowing up her nostrils, giving the odd sensation of cooking flower, and the force pushing against her body was so strong, she was certain it would have supported her weight if she had cared to test it. Maiaza felt her eyes firmly tighten shut.
The substance pounded past her ears in dreadful waves, whistling with a kind of gloomy passion. These spontaneous storms came about once or twice a year around Lindblum, and weren't necessarily as dangerous as they appeared, if you knew how to handle the situation. She was dimly aware of her hair dislodging itself from the knot, and flip wildly in distress behind her, now causing a bit of Maiaza's guard to let down, and forcing her down into the crumbling sand.
A dull, metallic taste became even more noticeable at the contact of the ground; not blood, but the distinct taste of awry magic. She only carried a small bit of white magic (because all humans were born with it), but what little she had, always reacted in the midst of the storms. Quickly managing upright, she clamped a hand over her nose and mouth to keep from breathing the mist in.
They always told you that it was dangerous to your gentle balance of mental sanity.
Then, ending with a peculiar flourish, the storm stopped, leaving the two teens madly gasping for uncontaminated air.
Maiaza now found herself in a pool of dislodged dust. She peered over her shoulder to her companion, who was frighteningly pale, and drenched in a muddy, cold sweat, and clutching his chest. She noticed now that his hair was completely unsalvageable, forming in a mad frizz below his shoulders, contrary to its first silky splendor.
They sat silent for a moment.
"I-I ~know~ that stuff." He whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.
"Yeah, you and everyone else who lives in Gaia." She was slightly alarmed at his unusually uncomfortable attitude, but didn't let it show. He appeared somewhat noxious, similar to Alice's (and her children's) after a mist storm, though theirs were nowhere near this kind of intensity. As a matter of fact, it more closely resembled the kind of reaction from the black-mage-servants in the noble houses, who lit the fires, washed the dishes, cleaned the houses . . . nothing could ever get done with the mages in bed, after the mist storms. But ~he~ certainly wasn't a black mage!
/Maybe he's a healer of some kind./
"You okay?" she asked with a skeptic glance.
"Y-yeah, I'm f-f--" he gave a violent shudder, and would have keeled over painfully if Maiaza hadn't caught him.
She sighed. "Sit."
He slid through her slackening grip in a more gravity-controlled action than really healthy, but he didn't seem to notice. Just trembling with a shaken look on his face.
Maiaza sat down behind him. "Say 'goodbye hair'" she slowly pulled out one of her swords to suspend the slight awe she still felt.
"Goodbye hair."
It sliced cleanly and efficiently in a smooth motion, unbelievably sharp, and a texture that Maiaza clearly felt run through her spine. For a split second, the sensation gave her an almost drunken pleasure, completed with the profound anticipation of wielding the dangerous blades.
The silver knotted remains fluttered unceremoniously to the ground, finally getting Kuja a slight hold of himself. He shifted to face her, just as she severed her own set of tangles. They looked at each other, nodded, and non- verbally set off yet again, to a certainly grueling day through the desert, and certain short-term fate.
Something like cutting off your hair, seemed a lot less important when you were stripped down to the bare essentials of survival. Maiaza barely noticed.
She could feel each step through her entire leg, and that was all that mattered then. Pain was not a favorable focus, but at least it was better than nothing.
And as they set off, neither of the wanderers noticed the discarded clump of snowy hair sucked into the ground as if it was water to its thirst, nor the dense multi-color flowers that bloomed immediately after.
Growing in the middle of the nameless desert.
~*~*~*~
After finally taking heed of Kuja's dubious glance at the low haze of mist, Maiaza felt entitled to explain.
"It's mist." She offered "Remember the storm this morning? This is just the stuff that's feft over."
"Hn." He replied thoughtfully, but quickening his pace to kick off the delicate tendrils that were sneakily twisting up his leg. The boy understood that it was impossible for it to hurt him, but the simple way it seemed to yearn to hold him back, was enough of a reason for him to be wary of its presence.
The girl on the other hand, was combing her long fingers distractedly through her now-shortened hair. It almost seemed impossible now that she contemplated her previous actions of that day, on a wonder to for how long her hair was long, and that almost impossibly simple action it took to cut it off. The though of it left a vaguely confusing and dizzy feeling through her weary body.
She was also quite aware of how bright it seemed now. The desert was a strange place, not necessarily ~bad~, but just so radically different from her home that it was hard to decode those confusing feelings. But she understood now. This was just the taste of adventure she had yearned for, even if it was a life-threatening, desolate, and rather unremarkable setting such as this, so now she was beginning the fantasized bliss of pure freedom she had only previously heard from storybooks, ignoring even her increasing hunger.
The crunch of clay. The caressing desert wind. The almost purely fresh air, utterly devoid of mechanics.
"Hey, Maiaza," Kuja suddenly stopped, examining the horizon carefully "what's that?"
She sniffed what could have very well been sweat, and squinted to the direction of his pointing finger.
Her heart gave a happy, adrenaline-filled flutter.
"It's a ~person~!" she exclaimed joyfully, already making a pathetic stumble in its direction "Come on!"
They considerably quickened the pace, in a clumsy mock-of-a-run to the hazy sight on the horizon.
Strangely, she became quite aware the smooth, yet hard hilts of her blades knocking into her knee. They seemed to be heavier than ever before, as if to desperately urge her to slow. /Annoying./ she thought dryly, picking them up directly with her palms so they could not interfere with her pace, but she felt herself grinding her teeth as the hilts grinded into her bones.
Kuja was holding increasingly doubting feelings toward his companion's sightings. He stumbled a few steps behind, forcing his feet to drag slightly in exasperation and trying not to open his eyes too widely into the fiery sunlight.
After a close call on an unexpected rock, the odd boy felt himself collide squarely with Maiaza's back, causing them both to end up in an untidy sprawl on the ground. He opened his eyes slowly, dreading the answer to why her body seemed so tense.
"Th-that's not a human." She said in a hashed voice, almond eyes bulging slightly. The two of them looked up at it with identical expressions of terror.
((AN - Hmm. Lucky. I ALMOST left it here *devilish grin* but, naw . . . ))
It was humanoid somewhat in the fact that it did have noticeable arms, legs, and head in all the right places. But then again, it was not; standing about ten feet tall with grubby green skin, squinty eyes, and a large yellow grin, devoid of any sort of humor, or intelligence.
Maiaza suddenly found that she could not move. In fact, it was now even hard to breathe. And though she knew she wanted nothing more than to take Kuja and herself, as remotely far away as possible from the situation and that . . . that . . . that ~thing~, she knew her wants were nearly hopeless.
It appeared to be examining a rock, its wicked metal club temporarily abandoned, for attention paid to something that could possibly be edible was very important indeed as it bit into it with a crunch.
She winced as she saw the bite break it swiftly in two and the green thing spat out the other half in it's mouth with a wad of gooey saliva ((AN - Kuja: Eeeeeeeeew!)). Then, the two of them continued to stand helplessly as it switched its primitive gaze directly toward them. It's grin grew wider, eyes slitting.
With an audible scrape, it picked up the club again with one vein popping arm, and shook it's dreadlocked-pink-hair with a horribly loud battle cry. The two of them winced. After a moment's pause, it began to charge.
"~Duck~!" Maiaza screamed, dropping to the ground immediately to avoid being hit, but Kuja didn't turn out nearly as lucky. The weighted club caught his narrow ribcage, sending him skidding back into the loose desert dust.
She managed to stumble back, then up, and grip both of her sweaty swords solidly as some sort of twisted comfort, staring at the troll as it snorted in barbaric disappointment. It recovered quickly, and gave another momentum- drug swing down at her.
Instinctively, she gave a clumsy summersault out of the way.
The skull-faced club was swung with such force that it stuck into the ground, precisely where she used to be, only a few feet down. It struggled a bit to free it's (main) weapon, making a strange gurgling noise in the back of it's throat with every tug.
She managed to recover her wits well enough to notice one simple thing: /I can fight back./. Unlike at Lindblum, or sickness, or the fiasco at the massive tree, she was quite capable of also doing damage to the attacker. Whoever had given her the swords had made it clear they weren't just for decoration, and a normally stiffened sense of adrenaline covered the fact that this situation in the silent desert, wasn't nearly as heroic as it should have been.
Stealing a glance at the pale-faced crumble a few feet away, was enough to give her the resisting strength she needed. /I'm on my own now./
So, ~she~ charged.
And with a deadly, beautiful sweep, she managed to catch one of it's exposed arms.
It screamed; like a hundred beings all synchronized in their pain, causing Maiaza to falter a bit in mid-arc at the sheer noise. Still convulsing in painful shudders, it reared back, the blade still deeply buried into muscle.
"Dammit." She muttered, and stood again, regardless. She managed to be foolish enough to already lose one of her greatest allies in a foolish and skill-lacking action. Great.
Maiaza didn't notice Kuja's body starting to stir.
The beast was now trying madly to tear the sword off, but it still clung in a reliable determination that soon left it unsuccessfully wading in it's own pain. It still hung on without regret.
She readied herself for another blow, trying desperately to ignore the thought of the thick, purple-tinged blood that managed to drip it's noxious- smelling self onto her bare arm. It was now steaming back into queer mist.
Suddenly, the troll flying back, only a scorched frontal side to give a clue of the cause.
Maiaza whipped her head around to see her companion, stumbling upright with his body still aglow (or seemed to glow) from power, and his hair fluttering without wind.
Silence.
She caught her breath immediately at his incredible beauty, even with his face contorted in rage, and his eyes shining with a slight madness of fighting. Only he collapsed shortly after, the surreal look vanishing almost entirely.
Abandoning the fight with the mist monster, she knelt down urgently beside him. He looked beyond pathetic.
"Kuja," she whispered, nudging him slightly. He only groaned a bit in pain. Maiaza felt her eyes water up desperately "I don't want to be alone . . . please, ~please~ wake up!"
And by the time she noticed the troll towering over them unmercifully, it was too late.
The tears froze in time, it was hopeless. It was towering, towering over her just like . . .
*The slap connected squarely with her face . . . *
/No . . . ~not again~./
But she could only wait for the blow to come, just like it always had.
But it did not.
A savior came, in the form of a large hunting arrow, and it collided straight into it's shoulder. The troll screamed.
Second arrow.
It hit the other shoulder. Maiaza was still unfit mentally to even move because of the recollecting fear, and as the beast opened it's mouth widely- -
Third arrow: through it's head.
The beast moaned, the beast fell; unmistakably dead.
Maiaza stared at it for a moment, suddenly noticing the blood pumping madly through her stress veins, and the sweat mingled with the cold tears' gliding down her cheek. Kuja stirred slightly and moaned weary nothings under his breath to at least show her he was alright.
It was still deafeningly quiet.
She gazed around the horizon for the source of the arrow. Her still-shocked eyes almost overlooked a rather unremarkable spot, but they didn't, and she knew that ~that~ was quite probable to be their real hero.
All she could make of it in the blistering heat waves, was a dot, only a few shades darker than the sand on which it stood. It was not just rippling in the mirage, but it was honestly hard to say at this distance, and the figure on the horizon disappeared before she had a chance to examine it further. But somehow, even when she was half-mad with heat-stroke and shock, she understood that the two of them had been utterly saved by the mysterious figure. Someone, or perhaps some~thing~, actually cared enough to save them both, a surprising and somewhat suspicious topic in her mind.
Maiaza knelt down next to her friend, cradling his white head in her hands before she looked back to where she supposed their savior was.
"Thank you." She breathed.
A caressing breeze answered, but it was impossible to tell just what it said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I hope you like this so far, because I'm probably going to do something BAD next time. Seriously, I have like 16 pages of verbosity, where NOTHING HAPPENS, and I'm getting tired of it. But just remember, everything was inevitable anyway. ^^ Just ta warn ya!
It's been a while, hasn't it? *sigh* Sorry guys . . . it's the end of the semester.
My other fic: "The Sanctuary" is doing nicely, so if you're anxious, maybe you should check it out, even if you've never watched YGO. Heck, check out an episode guide! (google.com is your friend . . . )
Hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day! *mutters to herself* Single people really need a day of recognition . . .
Toodles.
giggle
(HAHAHA! Thought you could get away? No way! Please review, reviews are some of the best things in the world!)
Eika - *blushes* Thank you for the song! Heh heh, the Macarena is the only dance I know as well . . . oh poor socially inept me (not really ^^), who instead of attending loud and vivacious parties along with the rest of her friends, writes and reads a great deal of fanfiction (an unhealthy amount, of course).
My full idea for what happened to Kuja, is FAR from over. Teehee, I'm glad you like it!
Thanks for reviewing my poem . . . *bawls her eyes out*
Vincent: *is still looking at poem* Child? Who is this child you speak of . . .
I swear, he NEEDS to find his inner child.
Leon: But first, let's weigh out our priorities; do we SERIOUSLY need to have him running around the set with a lollipop, and singing "row row row your boat" at the top of his lungs?!
Oooh . . . *shudder* . . . then again, we already have one of my bishies in that situation.
Kuja: *skips up to brooding Vincent* Hey VINNNNNNNIE! Meet my new best friend; Mr. Lollipop--
Leon: Oh dear GOD no!
Ryou: *listening to headphones*
Thanks for the recommendations as well!
Rhea Chryseis - Woohoo! I spelled your name correctly, WITHOUT LOOKING! *does happity dance*
Yeah, FFX Shiva is so awesome. And the whole "celestial weapons" connection with Lulu, made her seem all the kewler. ^^
Thank you for the birthday greetings!
Well, here is the long-awaited (but certainly not anticipated, but you just wait, I'll make a good fic someday . . . ), chapter 10 of my very first fanfiction. I trust you need no more foolish introductions of mine.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A few tension-filled seconds passed before the billowing of mist overcame them. It was a genuine mist-storm, with the dangerous stuff flowing up her nostrils, giving the odd sensation of cooking flower, and the force pushing against her body was so strong, she was certain it would have supported her weight if she had cared to test it. Maiaza felt her eyes firmly tighten shut.
The substance pounded past her ears in dreadful waves, whistling with a kind of gloomy passion. These spontaneous storms came about once or twice a year around Lindblum, and weren't necessarily as dangerous as they appeared, if you knew how to handle the situation. She was dimly aware of her hair dislodging itself from the knot, and flip wildly in distress behind her, now causing a bit of Maiaza's guard to let down, and forcing her down into the crumbling sand.
A dull, metallic taste became even more noticeable at the contact of the ground; not blood, but the distinct taste of awry magic. She only carried a small bit of white magic (because all humans were born with it), but what little she had, always reacted in the midst of the storms. Quickly managing upright, she clamped a hand over her nose and mouth to keep from breathing the mist in.
They always told you that it was dangerous to your gentle balance of mental sanity.
Then, ending with a peculiar flourish, the storm stopped, leaving the two teens madly gasping for uncontaminated air.
Maiaza now found herself in a pool of dislodged dust. She peered over her shoulder to her companion, who was frighteningly pale, and drenched in a muddy, cold sweat, and clutching his chest. She noticed now that his hair was completely unsalvageable, forming in a mad frizz below his shoulders, contrary to its first silky splendor.
They sat silent for a moment.
"I-I ~know~ that stuff." He whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.
"Yeah, you and everyone else who lives in Gaia." She was slightly alarmed at his unusually uncomfortable attitude, but didn't let it show. He appeared somewhat noxious, similar to Alice's (and her children's) after a mist storm, though theirs were nowhere near this kind of intensity. As a matter of fact, it more closely resembled the kind of reaction from the black-mage-servants in the noble houses, who lit the fires, washed the dishes, cleaned the houses . . . nothing could ever get done with the mages in bed, after the mist storms. But ~he~ certainly wasn't a black mage!
/Maybe he's a healer of some kind./
"You okay?" she asked with a skeptic glance.
"Y-yeah, I'm f-f--" he gave a violent shudder, and would have keeled over painfully if Maiaza hadn't caught him.
She sighed. "Sit."
He slid through her slackening grip in a more gravity-controlled action than really healthy, but he didn't seem to notice. Just trembling with a shaken look on his face.
Maiaza sat down behind him. "Say 'goodbye hair'" she slowly pulled out one of her swords to suspend the slight awe she still felt.
"Goodbye hair."
It sliced cleanly and efficiently in a smooth motion, unbelievably sharp, and a texture that Maiaza clearly felt run through her spine. For a split second, the sensation gave her an almost drunken pleasure, completed with the profound anticipation of wielding the dangerous blades.
The silver knotted remains fluttered unceremoniously to the ground, finally getting Kuja a slight hold of himself. He shifted to face her, just as she severed her own set of tangles. They looked at each other, nodded, and non- verbally set off yet again, to a certainly grueling day through the desert, and certain short-term fate.
Something like cutting off your hair, seemed a lot less important when you were stripped down to the bare essentials of survival. Maiaza barely noticed.
She could feel each step through her entire leg, and that was all that mattered then. Pain was not a favorable focus, but at least it was better than nothing.
And as they set off, neither of the wanderers noticed the discarded clump of snowy hair sucked into the ground as if it was water to its thirst, nor the dense multi-color flowers that bloomed immediately after.
Growing in the middle of the nameless desert.
~*~*~*~
After finally taking heed of Kuja's dubious glance at the low haze of mist, Maiaza felt entitled to explain.
"It's mist." She offered "Remember the storm this morning? This is just the stuff that's feft over."
"Hn." He replied thoughtfully, but quickening his pace to kick off the delicate tendrils that were sneakily twisting up his leg. The boy understood that it was impossible for it to hurt him, but the simple way it seemed to yearn to hold him back, was enough of a reason for him to be wary of its presence.
The girl on the other hand, was combing her long fingers distractedly through her now-shortened hair. It almost seemed impossible now that she contemplated her previous actions of that day, on a wonder to for how long her hair was long, and that almost impossibly simple action it took to cut it off. The though of it left a vaguely confusing and dizzy feeling through her weary body.
She was also quite aware of how bright it seemed now. The desert was a strange place, not necessarily ~bad~, but just so radically different from her home that it was hard to decode those confusing feelings. But she understood now. This was just the taste of adventure she had yearned for, even if it was a life-threatening, desolate, and rather unremarkable setting such as this, so now she was beginning the fantasized bliss of pure freedom she had only previously heard from storybooks, ignoring even her increasing hunger.
The crunch of clay. The caressing desert wind. The almost purely fresh air, utterly devoid of mechanics.
"Hey, Maiaza," Kuja suddenly stopped, examining the horizon carefully "what's that?"
She sniffed what could have very well been sweat, and squinted to the direction of his pointing finger.
Her heart gave a happy, adrenaline-filled flutter.
"It's a ~person~!" she exclaimed joyfully, already making a pathetic stumble in its direction "Come on!"
They considerably quickened the pace, in a clumsy mock-of-a-run to the hazy sight on the horizon.
Strangely, she became quite aware the smooth, yet hard hilts of her blades knocking into her knee. They seemed to be heavier than ever before, as if to desperately urge her to slow. /Annoying./ she thought dryly, picking them up directly with her palms so they could not interfere with her pace, but she felt herself grinding her teeth as the hilts grinded into her bones.
Kuja was holding increasingly doubting feelings toward his companion's sightings. He stumbled a few steps behind, forcing his feet to drag slightly in exasperation and trying not to open his eyes too widely into the fiery sunlight.
After a close call on an unexpected rock, the odd boy felt himself collide squarely with Maiaza's back, causing them both to end up in an untidy sprawl on the ground. He opened his eyes slowly, dreading the answer to why her body seemed so tense.
"Th-that's not a human." She said in a hashed voice, almond eyes bulging slightly. The two of them looked up at it with identical expressions of terror.
((AN - Hmm. Lucky. I ALMOST left it here *devilish grin* but, naw . . . ))
It was humanoid somewhat in the fact that it did have noticeable arms, legs, and head in all the right places. But then again, it was not; standing about ten feet tall with grubby green skin, squinty eyes, and a large yellow grin, devoid of any sort of humor, or intelligence.
Maiaza suddenly found that she could not move. In fact, it was now even hard to breathe. And though she knew she wanted nothing more than to take Kuja and herself, as remotely far away as possible from the situation and that . . . that . . . that ~thing~, she knew her wants were nearly hopeless.
It appeared to be examining a rock, its wicked metal club temporarily abandoned, for attention paid to something that could possibly be edible was very important indeed as it bit into it with a crunch.
She winced as she saw the bite break it swiftly in two and the green thing spat out the other half in it's mouth with a wad of gooey saliva ((AN - Kuja: Eeeeeeeeew!)). Then, the two of them continued to stand helplessly as it switched its primitive gaze directly toward them. It's grin grew wider, eyes slitting.
With an audible scrape, it picked up the club again with one vein popping arm, and shook it's dreadlocked-pink-hair with a horribly loud battle cry. The two of them winced. After a moment's pause, it began to charge.
"~Duck~!" Maiaza screamed, dropping to the ground immediately to avoid being hit, but Kuja didn't turn out nearly as lucky. The weighted club caught his narrow ribcage, sending him skidding back into the loose desert dust.
She managed to stumble back, then up, and grip both of her sweaty swords solidly as some sort of twisted comfort, staring at the troll as it snorted in barbaric disappointment. It recovered quickly, and gave another momentum- drug swing down at her.
Instinctively, she gave a clumsy summersault out of the way.
The skull-faced club was swung with such force that it stuck into the ground, precisely where she used to be, only a few feet down. It struggled a bit to free it's (main) weapon, making a strange gurgling noise in the back of it's throat with every tug.
She managed to recover her wits well enough to notice one simple thing: /I can fight back./. Unlike at Lindblum, or sickness, or the fiasco at the massive tree, she was quite capable of also doing damage to the attacker. Whoever had given her the swords had made it clear they weren't just for decoration, and a normally stiffened sense of adrenaline covered the fact that this situation in the silent desert, wasn't nearly as heroic as it should have been.
Stealing a glance at the pale-faced crumble a few feet away, was enough to give her the resisting strength she needed. /I'm on my own now./
So, ~she~ charged.
And with a deadly, beautiful sweep, she managed to catch one of it's exposed arms.
It screamed; like a hundred beings all synchronized in their pain, causing Maiaza to falter a bit in mid-arc at the sheer noise. Still convulsing in painful shudders, it reared back, the blade still deeply buried into muscle.
"Dammit." She muttered, and stood again, regardless. She managed to be foolish enough to already lose one of her greatest allies in a foolish and skill-lacking action. Great.
Maiaza didn't notice Kuja's body starting to stir.
The beast was now trying madly to tear the sword off, but it still clung in a reliable determination that soon left it unsuccessfully wading in it's own pain. It still hung on without regret.
She readied herself for another blow, trying desperately to ignore the thought of the thick, purple-tinged blood that managed to drip it's noxious- smelling self onto her bare arm. It was now steaming back into queer mist.
Suddenly, the troll flying back, only a scorched frontal side to give a clue of the cause.
Maiaza whipped her head around to see her companion, stumbling upright with his body still aglow (or seemed to glow) from power, and his hair fluttering without wind.
Silence.
She caught her breath immediately at his incredible beauty, even with his face contorted in rage, and his eyes shining with a slight madness of fighting. Only he collapsed shortly after, the surreal look vanishing almost entirely.
Abandoning the fight with the mist monster, she knelt down urgently beside him. He looked beyond pathetic.
"Kuja," she whispered, nudging him slightly. He only groaned a bit in pain. Maiaza felt her eyes water up desperately "I don't want to be alone . . . please, ~please~ wake up!"
And by the time she noticed the troll towering over them unmercifully, it was too late.
The tears froze in time, it was hopeless. It was towering, towering over her just like . . .
*The slap connected squarely with her face . . . *
/No . . . ~not again~./
But she could only wait for the blow to come, just like it always had.
But it did not.
A savior came, in the form of a large hunting arrow, and it collided straight into it's shoulder. The troll screamed.
Second arrow.
It hit the other shoulder. Maiaza was still unfit mentally to even move because of the recollecting fear, and as the beast opened it's mouth widely- -
Third arrow: through it's head.
The beast moaned, the beast fell; unmistakably dead.
Maiaza stared at it for a moment, suddenly noticing the blood pumping madly through her stress veins, and the sweat mingled with the cold tears' gliding down her cheek. Kuja stirred slightly and moaned weary nothings under his breath to at least show her he was alright.
It was still deafeningly quiet.
She gazed around the horizon for the source of the arrow. Her still-shocked eyes almost overlooked a rather unremarkable spot, but they didn't, and she knew that ~that~ was quite probable to be their real hero.
All she could make of it in the blistering heat waves, was a dot, only a few shades darker than the sand on which it stood. It was not just rippling in the mirage, but it was honestly hard to say at this distance, and the figure on the horizon disappeared before she had a chance to examine it further. But somehow, even when she was half-mad with heat-stroke and shock, she understood that the two of them had been utterly saved by the mysterious figure. Someone, or perhaps some~thing~, actually cared enough to save them both, a surprising and somewhat suspicious topic in her mind.
Maiaza knelt down next to her friend, cradling his white head in her hands before she looked back to where she supposed their savior was.
"Thank you." She breathed.
A caressing breeze answered, but it was impossible to tell just what it said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I hope you like this so far, because I'm probably going to do something BAD next time. Seriously, I have like 16 pages of verbosity, where NOTHING HAPPENS, and I'm getting tired of it. But just remember, everything was inevitable anyway. ^^ Just ta warn ya!
It's been a while, hasn't it? *sigh* Sorry guys . . . it's the end of the semester.
My other fic: "The Sanctuary" is doing nicely, so if you're anxious, maybe you should check it out, even if you've never watched YGO. Heck, check out an episode guide! (google.com is your friend . . . )
Hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day! *mutters to herself* Single people really need a day of recognition . . .
Toodles.
giggle
(HAHAHA! Thought you could get away? No way! Please review, reviews are some of the best things in the world!)