Diary of the Rose of May
Note: I do not own this Squaresoft game or the characters. I've only written this for the pleasure of others who love Fanfics! It might not be funny or superexcellent, but it's my second fanfic and I'm trying. Anyway, just to let you know, It starts out like it's written in a diary then goes to a story mode kind of thing. So ya! Thank you and enjoy General Beatrix's POV!
Warning!: Steiner fans, you might not want to read the first part of the flash back! I just want to let you know that I mean no offense, Because, hey, I'm a fan too, ya know! But, I got to have them in character don't I? Plus I have quotes from A Mid Summer Night's Dream that I also don NOT own. Thanks and enjoy.
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow we arrive outside of Cleyra. Once again, I must cause blood shed for my country. In the past few days, we have been planning for the attack, but I can help but think about those four travelers who challenged me in Burmecia…I remember seeing that monkey-boy and small mage at the Princess's birthday. They were on the Theatre Ship with the Princess and Steiner when it crashed in Evil Forest. But what really worries me… is that if that mage and monkey-boy were with the Princess and Steiner then… Where are the Princess and Steiner now…? And on top of that…Kuja is thinking of Marriage and it worries me… I will I last forever… with him!?
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Alexandria Castle, Courtyard, one week after the attack on Burmecia…
Beatrix walked through the garden, surrounded by blooming flowers and tall tree grew sweet red apples. The sent of honeydew filled the air, but the pain and taste of blood from the battle yesterday was hanging over everyone's head. In Beatrix's hands were a couple dozen roses. She arrived at the dock where a boat awaited her. She carefully walked onto the boat and turned to the oarsman.
"To town, please." Beatrix told her.
"Yes, General Beatrix." The Oarsman replied.
The Oarsman, pulled out her long pole and pushed them off from the dock and began to push the in the direction of town. Beatrix stood and the bow staring at the crystal water as they were parted into tiny waves as the boat sailed through. Beatrix's eye did not move from the water until they docked in town. Beatrix pasted through the streets, people nodded in respect to her, moving aside to let her pass. They smiled at her when they saw her face. But she did not smiled back today… Beatrix traveled to the Alexandrian church and entered. She walked up to the Reverend who nodded as she approached. He opened the door behind him for her and led her through. The door led to the backyard of the Church, which was used as a cemetery. He pointed to three rows of tombstones. She walked up to them, staring with a hint of tears in her eye. Before each tombstone, she lay a single rose… Red as blood… After she did so, she stood before them all, and saluted.
"They were great warriors…" The Reverend said.
"No… not just that… they were good friends as well." Beatrix replied not taking her eye off the tombstones.
The Reverend nodded, "I shall leave you alone. Call me if you need anything, my child."
"Thank you." She said, still staring at the granite monuments.
With that the Reverend went back inside the church, leaving her to gaze upon her lost soldiers. Suddenly, a shadow creeped up from behind her, consuming the light of one of the tombstones. Beatrix knitted her brows at this.
"Who dares casts shadows on one of my warriors' graves?" Beatrix hissed as she turned around.
The shadow had belonged to Kuja, who was sitting on the arm of one of the angel statue monuments. He had is head in his hands, gazing upon her fondly.
"Good morn', Lady Rose." Kuja said cheerfully.
"Have you no respect for the dead?!" Beatrix snapped, "Don't sit on a monument to the dead!"
"And why shouldn't I? They cannot stop me. Their bodies become spirits of the mist and their souls are long gone in the great beyond." Kuja smiled.
"That gives you no right to treat their monuments as chairs. Now get off of it!" Beatrix glared then turned away from him.
"As you wish, Lady Rose." Kuja said lustily as he jumped off the monument and landed before her.
He walked up from behind her, putting his arms around her and folded them under her chest. He pulled her closer to him. He purred as he kissed her up and down her neck. Beatrix stood there, not changing the expression on her face.
"This isn't the place or time for that." Beatrix told him.
He backed off, "What's the matter? Mourning over lost lives?"
"…"
"I know you feel awful, but they are in a better place now. Come, let us head back to the castle."
"Sigh… very well…" said Beatrix.
Kuja lead her back through the church, and down the street. She was silent the whole time.
"How many where there?" Kuja asked, trying to make conversation.
"…Fifteen…" Beatrix replied.
"You knew them all?"
"…Yes…"
"They were like sisters to you?"
"…Of course…"
"What were their names?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I usually want to know the names of people I sit on." He smiled.
"You're so mean."
"Am I? What are their names?"
"…Ashley, Miranda, Sam, Liz, Nicole, Nikki, Jordan, Laura, Laura S, Ashley P, Tammy, Beth, Candice, Diane, Elisa…"
"I see."
"Why do you ask so many questions?"
"The same reason you do, Lady Rose."
Once they made it back to the castle, he turned to her.
"Lady Rose, I want you to have something." Kuja smiled.
"I don't want it." Beatrix told him.
"Just look at it." He pulled out a tiny glass pendant in the shape of a tiny rose and placed it in her hand.
She stared at the tiny trinket in her delicate hands. It looked so fragile and petite. It was the complete opposite of her personality, yet it was like poetry on a necklace.
"I want you to wear it." Kuja smiled.
He took the pendant from her hands, undid the clasp, placed it around her neck and redid the clasp. He then brushed her neck with a kiss. Beatrix blushed immensely. She hadn't received a gift from a man in a long while. Suddenly, he placed his face by her ear.
"Rose of May, I want to ask you a question that might be very shocking to you." Kuja whispered in her ear.
"What is it now?"
"I want you to meet me again, tonight."
"That doesn't shock me."
"Not here. But away from here. Away from the starlight. Away from the castle. But to my room, my sanctuary, my home… My Desert Palace."
Beatrix fainted.
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Outside Alexandria, 1 year ago…
Beatrix traveled back to the city followed by many soldiers.
"What an exhausting battle, General." A soldier said to her.
"Indeed." Beatrix, "But it was too easy. Mist monsters are so inferior to me."
"Don't be so high on yourself." Snapped a voice from behind her.
"Steiner, if you are trying to surprise me or even dare to put me down," She turned to face him, his face a glow of his fatigue from the battle, "You're failing." She smirked.
Steiner winced at the remark, then whispered, "Lies."
"You are failing just as every other time. You are as horrible a bully as you are a swordsman." She quipped.
"How dare you, say that I am not true to my sword techniques as my name leads!"
"Oh please. That was but an old nickname. 'Steiner the Great'? Ha! Someone so great to be beaten by a woman does not deserve such a name, not to mention out ranked."
"Grr. You have the personality of a Female dog!"
Beatrix's eye shot open at this remark. She walked towards he and slapped him across the face with such power it caused him to fall backwards. Beatrix stood over him, glaring at how weak he was to her.
"You son of a b****! And you call yourself a gentleman!" She cursed as she spat in his face. "You do not deserve to live."
"I have just the right as you do!" Steiner argued touching his face.
She turned away from him, "Ladies, walk a head. Leave this S.O.B. to me!"
The soldiers nodded and marched back to the castle. Beatrix turned to him again as he got to his feet.
"You have a lot of nerve to insult me in front of my soldiers." She told him.
"You call those soldiers? I call them house wives!" He mocked.
"Ahh. Something you won't have even if your life depended on it." She countered as she walked in a different direction than her soldiers.
"Where are you going?"
"If you must know, I'm going to the Alexandrian Mountains to relax."
"Don't you have patrol duty?"
"Her Majesty was so please with our victory that she gave me the rest of the day off. And you to take my shift."
"Grr…"
"I bid you, Adieu Captain." She left.
"…Adieu."
Beatrix traveled long as she climb up the large mountain. She made her way to a flat cliff that hung above a large valley, consumed in mist. She let her chest rise and fall as the looked over the edge into the abyss of mist. She closed her eye and listened to the sounds around her. A sound that surprised her, was the sound of boots tapping the ground as they came closer to her.
"It's not nice to sneak up on young women." Beatrix smiled as she turned around to face the person who followed her.
"What if you know that they would be able to fight back?" Said the owner of the footsteps.
Beatrix gazed upon a young Burmecian Man. His eyes covered by his large hat that had his large rat like ears sticking out from the top. His long blonde hair drooped down to his broad shoulders. He wore a green vest with a white fur collar over a black muscle shirt. He also wore baggy green pants with a utility belt with pockets that looked as if they were going to burst with all the items packed into them. Around his neck was a beaded necklace of yellow and red wooden beads. In his hand, was a long spear with a red handle. His expression was serious yet welcoming.
"I've been searching for you." He said.
"Me? As flattering as it seems, I do not think I am the one you are looking for." Beatrix told him, brushing one of her curls out of her face.
"You are Beatrix of Alexandria, are you not?"
"Indeed, I am."
"I have traveled far across this continent leaving behind my life as a Dragoon Knight, challenging mighty warriors and helping villagers in need. I, Sir Fratley, now challenge you, Beatrix, to a battle of weapons that won't soon be forgotten."
"Heh, you have spunk, and great courage to challenge me, Sir Fratley. I admit that. But it will take a lot more than just spunk and courage to defeat me."
"I have no desires of winning, Miss Beatrix. As long as I know I did my best and fought with a worthy opponent."
"Well said, young Burmecian. You're wish of a battle with me is granted. I hope afterwards, no matter who wins or looses, we can be good friends."
"That, I can promise you." Fratley smiled.
"Alright then. Shall we?" Beatrix smiled back.
Beatrix drew her Save the Queen as Fratley got in his fighting stance.
"On the count of three. Ready? One… Two… Three!" Fratley shouted.
Fratley charged at her with his spear. Beatrix jumped to the side, dodging his full out attack. She struck downwards at his back but he quickly turned around and blocked it with a rod of his spear. Their weapons clashed in the evening sun. Not one of them flinched for a second. Back and forth they went, striking, thrusting, slashing and cutting. Each time they got dangerously close to the cliff edge, but they were too focused on the battle at hand to notice. Fratley's spear made a thrust for Beatrix's leg, causing a rip on her leotard. Beatrix began to get the upper hand but when she made a thrust at his arm, it just cut his sleeve of his vest. But once She cornered him at the cliff she thought the battle was over.
"You've lost Fratley. We must stop now! We are too close to the cliff!" She told him.
"Not till we finish this!" Fratley said.
"If we continue, you'll surely fall off the edge! Look how close you are!"
"Never!"
Fratley put all his energy into one might blow for Beatrix's head. Beatrix immediately blocked this. But one she did this, Fratley began to loose his balance and started to wobble.
"Fratley!" Beatrix shouted as he leaned too far backwards, fall off the edge.
Beatrix jumped to the edge, landing on her stomach, and reached out to grab his hand. She caught him.
"Don't let go!" She told him through clenched teeth as she struggled to pull him up.
She tried and tried again to pull him up, but he was simply too heavy for her alone. Fratley could see it in her eye that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"Let go of me now! If you don't there's a possibility that you could fall over the edge as well!" Fratley shouted.
"Never! It would be against my honor to let you die!" Beatrix argued.
"Forget the honor! Let me fall!"
"I did! And all I care about is a friend not falling!"
"…"
"…"
Beatrix's hands began to sweat and her grip started to slip. Fratley's was doing the same.
"Goodbye, new and good friend…" Fratley smiled.
Fratley let go of his grip and Beatrix's grip slipped completely. Beatrix couldn't help but to watch him fall into the valley of mist… to his death. Or did he…?
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"Lady Rose! Speak to me!" Kuja shouted as her knelt by her side, tapping her hand lightly.
"…Hmm?" Beatrix groaned.
"You arise! I thought you were dead for a second there." Kuja smiled.
"What happened… Where were we?"
"I asked if you would come with me, to my Desert Palace."
"…Alright."
"My heart fills with joy." He smiled again as he helped her to her feet.
"What time?" Beatrix asked.
"Meet me in the usual spot, the rose garden. I'll pick you up at eight."
"Yes."
Beatrix then walked inside the castle, leaving him to stand there, watching her sway. Although, the only thing on her mind was that weird flash back she had… and what had brought it up?
Later that night, at a quarter after eight, Beatrix stood in front the rose garden waiting for Kuja to arrive on his silver dragon. She was late for she had struggled between the thoughts of going and not going. But in the end, as you can see, she decided to do so, not knowing what he had planned. She stood before the mass of roses for quite a while, until, two cold hands were place on her shoulders. Beatrix jumped in surprise as Kuja kiss her cheek softly from behind. From there he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her backside to his lower half.
"You're late." He cooed softly into her ear.
"My apologizes… But I had some thinking to do…" Beatrix trailed off.
"I sense you are worried. No need. I shall take… VERY good care of you." He chuckled lightly, cresting her neck with kisses.
She shuttered, "May we please leave… NOW?"
"As you wish." Kuja smiled, taking her and leading her to his silver dragon.
He motioned her to sit in the front as she climbed the wings of the huge dragon. He climbed after her, sitting behind her, dangerously close to her. He patted his dragon as a sign to take off. The dragon began to flap his wings and took off into the night sky. Suddenly, Kuja pulled a white silk scarf from his sleeve. He wrapped his arms around her, then held the scarf tightly in both hands. Beatrix saw the scarf and panicked at the thought that he was about to strangle her! Kuja noticed that she had begun to squirm, and smiled.
"Shh… hush, Lady Rose. It is only to cover your eye." He explained in a whisper to her ear, "I want the location of my home to be a surprise and a secret. I mean no harm."
Beatrix began to relax as he tied the scarf around her eyes. She remained in darkness until she felt the dragon land. Kuja took her hand and helped her off the Dragon and down what seemed to be a pathway, but she was not sure, for she still could not see. Suddenly, after a while of walking, they came to a stop. She then could feel a hand feeling her ass.
"Just because I cannot see, dear Kuja, does not mean I cannot feel." She said with a hint of anger in her voice.
The hand immediately withdrew. She smiled as the scarf finally came off her eye. But once it came off, she gasped in amazement and her eye grew wide with wonder. The room was painted with Imperial Purple and Blue with Gold and Dark Red framing on the bottom and top of the walls and on the doorframes. All the strange looking furniture and the carpet matched the color scheme of the room. There was large bed at one end of the room, a bottle of and two glasses on a night table, a couch, a chest, plants, a table covered in books and parchment, and a large round hole in the middle of the floor covered with bars so it could be walked over.
"Shall we sit?" Kuja motioned to the bed.
Beatrix hesitated, but sat down, "If I must."
Kuja took the bottle of whine from the night table, "Drink?"
"…Sure." Beatrix replied.
He poured the whine as red as blood into the glasses and handed her one. A couple hours past by as glasses were emptied and filled again, and they talked of journeys and such. Beatrix couldn't help but giggle madly from the whine. Suddenly she stopped giggling when Kuja began to advance on her. He leaned in, his lips cresting her soft full lips. Beatrix closed her eye and returned his kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kuja lightly and pushed down on her mouth with the need of more. Beatrix tightened her grip around his neck as he began to part her lips with his warm tongue. He pressed his tongue against hers, their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths, and Kuja rolled his tongue in her mouth. Beatrix let out a soft moan of satisfaction. He put a hand on her chest, which made Beatrix pull away.
"What do you think you are doing?" She asked.
"As a man in a great play said, 'One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; one heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.'" Kuja smiled.
"No! Do you take me for a tipsy fool?" she looked into his eyes, blood shot, "…Kuja! You're smashed!"
"Not so!"
"Well, the answer is still no! I have my principals!"
"As this man said once again, 'Oh, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! Love takes the meaning in love's conference. I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit so that but one heart we can make of it; two bosoms interchained with an oath; so then two bosoms and a single troth. Then by your side no bed-room me deny; for lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.' Can't you see? You are my Hermia and I shall be your Lysander." He tried to steal a kiss but she didn't let him.
"Your quotes are poetry, but as did Hermia as I recall, I decline the rather poetic invitation. I have my morals and I shall not perform such an act till I am wed!" Beatrix explained.
"Then let us be wed!" he exclaimed.
"Surely you jest! 12 days of being together is too little to proclaim marriage, as flattering as it is!"
"Then what do you suggest?"
"…In one month, I might change my mind."
"Then in one month's time, I shall make this proposal again. And will you accept?"
"…There's a chance…"
"Excellent!"
"…" 'He assumes too much… I'm not sure if this will last that long…' She thought.
The next day, every soldier including the Knights of Pluto, were helping pack the airships for the surprise attack on Cleyra. When all the supplies were packed, Beatrix ordered the Knights of Pluto to stay at the castle until further notice. Beatrix then followed Queen Brahne on board the Red Rose, with Kuja close behind, smiling to himself. Once on board, Beatrix entered a leisure room, pulled out her Diary… and wrote…
Note: If I get some good reviews I'll start the sixth chapter! Yay! Start Writing! And it'll be better than this one! Promise!
Note: I do not own this Squaresoft game or the characters. I've only written this for the pleasure of others who love Fanfics! It might not be funny or superexcellent, but it's my second fanfic and I'm trying. Anyway, just to let you know, It starts out like it's written in a diary then goes to a story mode kind of thing. So ya! Thank you and enjoy General Beatrix's POV!
Warning!: Steiner fans, you might not want to read the first part of the flash back! I just want to let you know that I mean no offense, Because, hey, I'm a fan too, ya know! But, I got to have them in character don't I? Plus I have quotes from A Mid Summer Night's Dream that I also don NOT own. Thanks and enjoy.
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow we arrive outside of Cleyra. Once again, I must cause blood shed for my country. In the past few days, we have been planning for the attack, but I can help but think about those four travelers who challenged me in Burmecia…I remember seeing that monkey-boy and small mage at the Princess's birthday. They were on the Theatre Ship with the Princess and Steiner when it crashed in Evil Forest. But what really worries me… is that if that mage and monkey-boy were with the Princess and Steiner then… Where are the Princess and Steiner now…? And on top of that…Kuja is thinking of Marriage and it worries me… I will I last forever… with him!?
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Alexandria Castle, Courtyard, one week after the attack on Burmecia…
Beatrix walked through the garden, surrounded by blooming flowers and tall tree grew sweet red apples. The sent of honeydew filled the air, but the pain and taste of blood from the battle yesterday was hanging over everyone's head. In Beatrix's hands were a couple dozen roses. She arrived at the dock where a boat awaited her. She carefully walked onto the boat and turned to the oarsman.
"To town, please." Beatrix told her.
"Yes, General Beatrix." The Oarsman replied.
The Oarsman, pulled out her long pole and pushed them off from the dock and began to push the in the direction of town. Beatrix stood and the bow staring at the crystal water as they were parted into tiny waves as the boat sailed through. Beatrix's eye did not move from the water until they docked in town. Beatrix pasted through the streets, people nodded in respect to her, moving aside to let her pass. They smiled at her when they saw her face. But she did not smiled back today… Beatrix traveled to the Alexandrian church and entered. She walked up to the Reverend who nodded as she approached. He opened the door behind him for her and led her through. The door led to the backyard of the Church, which was used as a cemetery. He pointed to three rows of tombstones. She walked up to them, staring with a hint of tears in her eye. Before each tombstone, she lay a single rose… Red as blood… After she did so, she stood before them all, and saluted.
"They were great warriors…" The Reverend said.
"No… not just that… they were good friends as well." Beatrix replied not taking her eye off the tombstones.
The Reverend nodded, "I shall leave you alone. Call me if you need anything, my child."
"Thank you." She said, still staring at the granite monuments.
With that the Reverend went back inside the church, leaving her to gaze upon her lost soldiers. Suddenly, a shadow creeped up from behind her, consuming the light of one of the tombstones. Beatrix knitted her brows at this.
"Who dares casts shadows on one of my warriors' graves?" Beatrix hissed as she turned around.
The shadow had belonged to Kuja, who was sitting on the arm of one of the angel statue monuments. He had is head in his hands, gazing upon her fondly.
"Good morn', Lady Rose." Kuja said cheerfully.
"Have you no respect for the dead?!" Beatrix snapped, "Don't sit on a monument to the dead!"
"And why shouldn't I? They cannot stop me. Their bodies become spirits of the mist and their souls are long gone in the great beyond." Kuja smiled.
"That gives you no right to treat their monuments as chairs. Now get off of it!" Beatrix glared then turned away from him.
"As you wish, Lady Rose." Kuja said lustily as he jumped off the monument and landed before her.
He walked up from behind her, putting his arms around her and folded them under her chest. He pulled her closer to him. He purred as he kissed her up and down her neck. Beatrix stood there, not changing the expression on her face.
"This isn't the place or time for that." Beatrix told him.
He backed off, "What's the matter? Mourning over lost lives?"
"…"
"I know you feel awful, but they are in a better place now. Come, let us head back to the castle."
"Sigh… very well…" said Beatrix.
Kuja lead her back through the church, and down the street. She was silent the whole time.
"How many where there?" Kuja asked, trying to make conversation.
"…Fifteen…" Beatrix replied.
"You knew them all?"
"…Yes…"
"They were like sisters to you?"
"…Of course…"
"What were their names?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I usually want to know the names of people I sit on." He smiled.
"You're so mean."
"Am I? What are their names?"
"…Ashley, Miranda, Sam, Liz, Nicole, Nikki, Jordan, Laura, Laura S, Ashley P, Tammy, Beth, Candice, Diane, Elisa…"
"I see."
"Why do you ask so many questions?"
"The same reason you do, Lady Rose."
Once they made it back to the castle, he turned to her.
"Lady Rose, I want you to have something." Kuja smiled.
"I don't want it." Beatrix told him.
"Just look at it." He pulled out a tiny glass pendant in the shape of a tiny rose and placed it in her hand.
She stared at the tiny trinket in her delicate hands. It looked so fragile and petite. It was the complete opposite of her personality, yet it was like poetry on a necklace.
"I want you to wear it." Kuja smiled.
He took the pendant from her hands, undid the clasp, placed it around her neck and redid the clasp. He then brushed her neck with a kiss. Beatrix blushed immensely. She hadn't received a gift from a man in a long while. Suddenly, he placed his face by her ear.
"Rose of May, I want to ask you a question that might be very shocking to you." Kuja whispered in her ear.
"What is it now?"
"I want you to meet me again, tonight."
"That doesn't shock me."
"Not here. But away from here. Away from the starlight. Away from the castle. But to my room, my sanctuary, my home… My Desert Palace."
Beatrix fainted.
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Outside Alexandria, 1 year ago…
Beatrix traveled back to the city followed by many soldiers.
"What an exhausting battle, General." A soldier said to her.
"Indeed." Beatrix, "But it was too easy. Mist monsters are so inferior to me."
"Don't be so high on yourself." Snapped a voice from behind her.
"Steiner, if you are trying to surprise me or even dare to put me down," She turned to face him, his face a glow of his fatigue from the battle, "You're failing." She smirked.
Steiner winced at the remark, then whispered, "Lies."
"You are failing just as every other time. You are as horrible a bully as you are a swordsman." She quipped.
"How dare you, say that I am not true to my sword techniques as my name leads!"
"Oh please. That was but an old nickname. 'Steiner the Great'? Ha! Someone so great to be beaten by a woman does not deserve such a name, not to mention out ranked."
"Grr. You have the personality of a Female dog!"
Beatrix's eye shot open at this remark. She walked towards he and slapped him across the face with such power it caused him to fall backwards. Beatrix stood over him, glaring at how weak he was to her.
"You son of a b****! And you call yourself a gentleman!" She cursed as she spat in his face. "You do not deserve to live."
"I have just the right as you do!" Steiner argued touching his face.
She turned away from him, "Ladies, walk a head. Leave this S.O.B. to me!"
The soldiers nodded and marched back to the castle. Beatrix turned to him again as he got to his feet.
"You have a lot of nerve to insult me in front of my soldiers." She told him.
"You call those soldiers? I call them house wives!" He mocked.
"Ahh. Something you won't have even if your life depended on it." She countered as she walked in a different direction than her soldiers.
"Where are you going?"
"If you must know, I'm going to the Alexandrian Mountains to relax."
"Don't you have patrol duty?"
"Her Majesty was so please with our victory that she gave me the rest of the day off. And you to take my shift."
"Grr…"
"I bid you, Adieu Captain." She left.
"…Adieu."
Beatrix traveled long as she climb up the large mountain. She made her way to a flat cliff that hung above a large valley, consumed in mist. She let her chest rise and fall as the looked over the edge into the abyss of mist. She closed her eye and listened to the sounds around her. A sound that surprised her, was the sound of boots tapping the ground as they came closer to her.
"It's not nice to sneak up on young women." Beatrix smiled as she turned around to face the person who followed her.
"What if you know that they would be able to fight back?" Said the owner of the footsteps.
Beatrix gazed upon a young Burmecian Man. His eyes covered by his large hat that had his large rat like ears sticking out from the top. His long blonde hair drooped down to his broad shoulders. He wore a green vest with a white fur collar over a black muscle shirt. He also wore baggy green pants with a utility belt with pockets that looked as if they were going to burst with all the items packed into them. Around his neck was a beaded necklace of yellow and red wooden beads. In his hand, was a long spear with a red handle. His expression was serious yet welcoming.
"I've been searching for you." He said.
"Me? As flattering as it seems, I do not think I am the one you are looking for." Beatrix told him, brushing one of her curls out of her face.
"You are Beatrix of Alexandria, are you not?"
"Indeed, I am."
"I have traveled far across this continent leaving behind my life as a Dragoon Knight, challenging mighty warriors and helping villagers in need. I, Sir Fratley, now challenge you, Beatrix, to a battle of weapons that won't soon be forgotten."
"Heh, you have spunk, and great courage to challenge me, Sir Fratley. I admit that. But it will take a lot more than just spunk and courage to defeat me."
"I have no desires of winning, Miss Beatrix. As long as I know I did my best and fought with a worthy opponent."
"Well said, young Burmecian. You're wish of a battle with me is granted. I hope afterwards, no matter who wins or looses, we can be good friends."
"That, I can promise you." Fratley smiled.
"Alright then. Shall we?" Beatrix smiled back.
Beatrix drew her Save the Queen as Fratley got in his fighting stance.
"On the count of three. Ready? One… Two… Three!" Fratley shouted.
Fratley charged at her with his spear. Beatrix jumped to the side, dodging his full out attack. She struck downwards at his back but he quickly turned around and blocked it with a rod of his spear. Their weapons clashed in the evening sun. Not one of them flinched for a second. Back and forth they went, striking, thrusting, slashing and cutting. Each time they got dangerously close to the cliff edge, but they were too focused on the battle at hand to notice. Fratley's spear made a thrust for Beatrix's leg, causing a rip on her leotard. Beatrix began to get the upper hand but when she made a thrust at his arm, it just cut his sleeve of his vest. But once She cornered him at the cliff she thought the battle was over.
"You've lost Fratley. We must stop now! We are too close to the cliff!" She told him.
"Not till we finish this!" Fratley said.
"If we continue, you'll surely fall off the edge! Look how close you are!"
"Never!"
Fratley put all his energy into one might blow for Beatrix's head. Beatrix immediately blocked this. But one she did this, Fratley began to loose his balance and started to wobble.
"Fratley!" Beatrix shouted as he leaned too far backwards, fall off the edge.
Beatrix jumped to the edge, landing on her stomach, and reached out to grab his hand. She caught him.
"Don't let go!" She told him through clenched teeth as she struggled to pull him up.
She tried and tried again to pull him up, but he was simply too heavy for her alone. Fratley could see it in her eye that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"Let go of me now! If you don't there's a possibility that you could fall over the edge as well!" Fratley shouted.
"Never! It would be against my honor to let you die!" Beatrix argued.
"Forget the honor! Let me fall!"
"I did! And all I care about is a friend not falling!"
"…"
"…"
Beatrix's hands began to sweat and her grip started to slip. Fratley's was doing the same.
"Goodbye, new and good friend…" Fratley smiled.
Fratley let go of his grip and Beatrix's grip slipped completely. Beatrix couldn't help but to watch him fall into the valley of mist… to his death. Or did he…?
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"Lady Rose! Speak to me!" Kuja shouted as her knelt by her side, tapping her hand lightly.
"…Hmm?" Beatrix groaned.
"You arise! I thought you were dead for a second there." Kuja smiled.
"What happened… Where were we?"
"I asked if you would come with me, to my Desert Palace."
"…Alright."
"My heart fills with joy." He smiled again as he helped her to her feet.
"What time?" Beatrix asked.
"Meet me in the usual spot, the rose garden. I'll pick you up at eight."
"Yes."
Beatrix then walked inside the castle, leaving him to stand there, watching her sway. Although, the only thing on her mind was that weird flash back she had… and what had brought it up?
Later that night, at a quarter after eight, Beatrix stood in front the rose garden waiting for Kuja to arrive on his silver dragon. She was late for she had struggled between the thoughts of going and not going. But in the end, as you can see, she decided to do so, not knowing what he had planned. She stood before the mass of roses for quite a while, until, two cold hands were place on her shoulders. Beatrix jumped in surprise as Kuja kiss her cheek softly from behind. From there he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her backside to his lower half.
"You're late." He cooed softly into her ear.
"My apologizes… But I had some thinking to do…" Beatrix trailed off.
"I sense you are worried. No need. I shall take… VERY good care of you." He chuckled lightly, cresting her neck with kisses.
She shuttered, "May we please leave… NOW?"
"As you wish." Kuja smiled, taking her and leading her to his silver dragon.
He motioned her to sit in the front as she climbed the wings of the huge dragon. He climbed after her, sitting behind her, dangerously close to her. He patted his dragon as a sign to take off. The dragon began to flap his wings and took off into the night sky. Suddenly, Kuja pulled a white silk scarf from his sleeve. He wrapped his arms around her, then held the scarf tightly in both hands. Beatrix saw the scarf and panicked at the thought that he was about to strangle her! Kuja noticed that she had begun to squirm, and smiled.
"Shh… hush, Lady Rose. It is only to cover your eye." He explained in a whisper to her ear, "I want the location of my home to be a surprise and a secret. I mean no harm."
Beatrix began to relax as he tied the scarf around her eyes. She remained in darkness until she felt the dragon land. Kuja took her hand and helped her off the Dragon and down what seemed to be a pathway, but she was not sure, for she still could not see. Suddenly, after a while of walking, they came to a stop. She then could feel a hand feeling her ass.
"Just because I cannot see, dear Kuja, does not mean I cannot feel." She said with a hint of anger in her voice.
The hand immediately withdrew. She smiled as the scarf finally came off her eye. But once it came off, she gasped in amazement and her eye grew wide with wonder. The room was painted with Imperial Purple and Blue with Gold and Dark Red framing on the bottom and top of the walls and on the doorframes. All the strange looking furniture and the carpet matched the color scheme of the room. There was large bed at one end of the room, a bottle of and two glasses on a night table, a couch, a chest, plants, a table covered in books and parchment, and a large round hole in the middle of the floor covered with bars so it could be walked over.
"Shall we sit?" Kuja motioned to the bed.
Beatrix hesitated, but sat down, "If I must."
Kuja took the bottle of whine from the night table, "Drink?"
"…Sure." Beatrix replied.
He poured the whine as red as blood into the glasses and handed her one. A couple hours past by as glasses were emptied and filled again, and they talked of journeys and such. Beatrix couldn't help but giggle madly from the whine. Suddenly she stopped giggling when Kuja began to advance on her. He leaned in, his lips cresting her soft full lips. Beatrix closed her eye and returned his kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kuja lightly and pushed down on her mouth with the need of more. Beatrix tightened her grip around his neck as he began to part her lips with his warm tongue. He pressed his tongue against hers, their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths, and Kuja rolled his tongue in her mouth. Beatrix let out a soft moan of satisfaction. He put a hand on her chest, which made Beatrix pull away.
"What do you think you are doing?" She asked.
"As a man in a great play said, 'One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; one heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.'" Kuja smiled.
"No! Do you take me for a tipsy fool?" she looked into his eyes, blood shot, "…Kuja! You're smashed!"
"Not so!"
"Well, the answer is still no! I have my principals!"
"As this man said once again, 'Oh, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! Love takes the meaning in love's conference. I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit so that but one heart we can make of it; two bosoms interchained with an oath; so then two bosoms and a single troth. Then by your side no bed-room me deny; for lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.' Can't you see? You are my Hermia and I shall be your Lysander." He tried to steal a kiss but she didn't let him.
"Your quotes are poetry, but as did Hermia as I recall, I decline the rather poetic invitation. I have my morals and I shall not perform such an act till I am wed!" Beatrix explained.
"Then let us be wed!" he exclaimed.
"Surely you jest! 12 days of being together is too little to proclaim marriage, as flattering as it is!"
"Then what do you suggest?"
"…In one month, I might change my mind."
"Then in one month's time, I shall make this proposal again. And will you accept?"
"…There's a chance…"
"Excellent!"
"…" 'He assumes too much… I'm not sure if this will last that long…' She thought.
The next day, every soldier including the Knights of Pluto, were helping pack the airships for the surprise attack on Cleyra. When all the supplies were packed, Beatrix ordered the Knights of Pluto to stay at the castle until further notice. Beatrix then followed Queen Brahne on board the Red Rose, with Kuja close behind, smiling to himself. Once on board, Beatrix entered a leisure room, pulled out her Diary… and wrote…
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