I don't own FF IX.
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For a moment they both sat there looking at each other, then Destiny sprang out of her chair and grabbed something out of the corner. Kuja started to follow her out the door but she stopped him.
"Sorry, you're staying here." The genome sorcerer glared.
"Why should I?" He snapped at her and tried to go around her. She blocked his way again.
"You don't have a weapon and you can't use your magic right now, what good would you be?" Kuja opened his mouth to answer then quickly closed it again. She was right; he wasn't going to be of any help without magic. Grumbling he walked over stalked back over to the table and sat down as Destiny ran out the door and disappeared into the forest.
As the genome waited for Destiny to return his thoughts kept straying back to her last remark. "What good would you be?" She had pointed out his one major weakness, without magic he was helpless. Before he hadn't saw the point of carrying a weapon and had considered those who did weak. Perhaps it was time for him to rethink his strategy, because, much as he hated to admit it, it was a weapon that had defeated him. His musing was cut short by the return of Destiny. Kuja looked up at her. "Well what was it?" The girl shook her head.
"As far as I can tell it was nothing."
"Nothing?"
"For something to make a sound that loud it would have to very big and very close right?" The silver genome nodded. "Well there is nothing around here remotely big enough to make a sound that loud and I could find any traces of anything that had passed through here." Kuja smirked for a moment feeling superior.
"What if it flew over." The young women paused for a moment.
"Ya know I didn't think of that, but whatever it was is long gone now." She walked over and sat something down in front of him. "Drink then and then go back to bed." He looked over to her and snorted.
"Why should I?"
"The more you rest the quicker your magic will return." The genome was about to argue then stopped. He had gotten used to being obeyed so the thought of doing something he didn't want to had begun to gall him. Grimacing at his childish behavior he drank whatever potion she had but in front of him and went back to his room. The moment he regained control of his magic he would leave and see what changes had occurred since his "death".
The next morning Kuja awoke to the sun in his eyes. Grumbling the silver genome walked out into the main room wincing. While most of his wounds had healed his muscles where still sore from the beating he had received. Destiny was already up whistling softly to herself. She grinned at her guest as he walked in.
"Hungry?" She asked before she busied herself cooking.
After breakfast the young healer retreated to one of her corner workstations. Curious Kuja followed her over, "What are you doing?" She looked up from her work.
"I'm the only one in the village that knows how to brew potions and antidotes. I make them and sell them to some of the stores and healers. Right now I'm working on some of the more minor healing potions, you can help if you want." Kuja paused, the art of alchemy wasn't something he had cared about before but his lack of magic had made him rethink some of his ideas. He sat down next to her.
"What can I do?"
Over the next few hours Kuja began to respect alchemists. He lost count of the times he almost cut himself or dropped whatever herb he was working on. Each time he would make a mistake Destiny would giggle and tease him about his clumsiness. Kuja became annoyed but it wasn't really because of his companion but because of a feeling he hadn't felt in so long it had become alien to him; incompetence. After he had been sent to Gaia he was the most powerful sorcerer living and had been above other magic users. Now however, he had discovered that without his magic he was helpless, something that was beginning to irk him.
Suddenly Destiny stood up, "You coming with me Kuja?" He looked at her.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm taking these back to town." Kuja stood up
"I might as well."
Plantress: Lame ending but I couldn't think of any other way to get Kuja into town. Anyway R and R Please! Sorry for the long wait!
Ok, this chapter was kinda stupid but it leads up to where I want it too. Hopefully the next chapter will be a whole lot better.
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For a moment they both sat there looking at each other, then Destiny sprang out of her chair and grabbed something out of the corner. Kuja started to follow her out the door but she stopped him.
"Sorry, you're staying here." The genome sorcerer glared.
"Why should I?" He snapped at her and tried to go around her. She blocked his way again.
"You don't have a weapon and you can't use your magic right now, what good would you be?" Kuja opened his mouth to answer then quickly closed it again. She was right; he wasn't going to be of any help without magic. Grumbling he walked over stalked back over to the table and sat down as Destiny ran out the door and disappeared into the forest.
As the genome waited for Destiny to return his thoughts kept straying back to her last remark. "What good would you be?" She had pointed out his one major weakness, without magic he was helpless. Before he hadn't saw the point of carrying a weapon and had considered those who did weak. Perhaps it was time for him to rethink his strategy, because, much as he hated to admit it, it was a weapon that had defeated him. His musing was cut short by the return of Destiny. Kuja looked up at her. "Well what was it?" The girl shook her head.
"As far as I can tell it was nothing."
"Nothing?"
"For something to make a sound that loud it would have to very big and very close right?" The silver genome nodded. "Well there is nothing around here remotely big enough to make a sound that loud and I could find any traces of anything that had passed through here." Kuja smirked for a moment feeling superior.
"What if it flew over." The young women paused for a moment.
"Ya know I didn't think of that, but whatever it was is long gone now." She walked over and sat something down in front of him. "Drink then and then go back to bed." He looked over to her and snorted.
"Why should I?"
"The more you rest the quicker your magic will return." The genome was about to argue then stopped. He had gotten used to being obeyed so the thought of doing something he didn't want to had begun to gall him. Grimacing at his childish behavior he drank whatever potion she had but in front of him and went back to his room. The moment he regained control of his magic he would leave and see what changes had occurred since his "death".
The next morning Kuja awoke to the sun in his eyes. Grumbling the silver genome walked out into the main room wincing. While most of his wounds had healed his muscles where still sore from the beating he had received. Destiny was already up whistling softly to herself. She grinned at her guest as he walked in.
"Hungry?" She asked before she busied herself cooking.
After breakfast the young healer retreated to one of her corner workstations. Curious Kuja followed her over, "What are you doing?" She looked up from her work.
"I'm the only one in the village that knows how to brew potions and antidotes. I make them and sell them to some of the stores and healers. Right now I'm working on some of the more minor healing potions, you can help if you want." Kuja paused, the art of alchemy wasn't something he had cared about before but his lack of magic had made him rethink some of his ideas. He sat down next to her.
"What can I do?"
Over the next few hours Kuja began to respect alchemists. He lost count of the times he almost cut himself or dropped whatever herb he was working on. Each time he would make a mistake Destiny would giggle and tease him about his clumsiness. Kuja became annoyed but it wasn't really because of his companion but because of a feeling he hadn't felt in so long it had become alien to him; incompetence. After he had been sent to Gaia he was the most powerful sorcerer living and had been above other magic users. Now however, he had discovered that without his magic he was helpless, something that was beginning to irk him.
Suddenly Destiny stood up, "You coming with me Kuja?" He looked at her.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm taking these back to town." Kuja stood up
"I might as well."
Plantress: Lame ending but I couldn't think of any other way to get Kuja into town. Anyway R and R Please! Sorry for the long wait!
Ok, this chapter was kinda stupid but it leads up to where I want it too. Hopefully the next chapter will be a whole lot better.