Featherjewel
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A romantic semi-comedy... thingy as experienced by Hilda and Kuja (FFIX)
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Chapter 5 - Mojito's cunning plan
Books. Tons and tons of them, stacked upon each other in shelves that seemed to reach up to heaven itself. And yet, no matter how many of these ancient tomes there were, none seemed to hold the key Hilda was looking for. However many new incantations and spells she learned in the process of searching, not one of the old and alien symbols invoked the utterance that all wise men feared. Yet her dissapointments did not keep her from her pursuits. Oftentimes while searching through the dusty books, parts of her mind wondered, did *he* know about *it*?
The Regentess was definately not naive. She had snuck more than a few glances of Kuja in the kitchen, skipping hours of slow-roasting wild zaghnol by using a firaga or two. Somehow, she knew he had at least something to do with the spell known by her fellow red mages simply as "The Ultimatum." Just from a glance at his ocean-blue eyes, endless stories could be unfolded in one's imagination...
Reclining by the warmth of a fireplace, Hilda fumbled for a quill and her journal (as opposed to Kuja's, which she gave back to it's very embarrassed owner several days ago in return for being let out of her cell). Yet strangely, her mind was moved not to prose, but to poetry.
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"June 20, 903.
If I could see the world from a looking-glass
And see but one thing upon that earth
Whether mortal or old or flesh or soul
Or dreams that have not yet been given their birth:
I'd like to know why the ground grasps onto thy foot
And to see the world from your eyes
Or hear the tunes birds chirp that no other knows;
To see the toothy grin of Death's guise
And live to tell the tale...
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Hilda yawned and set the journal down. There would be more time to search and write tomorrow, but now was a time to rest. As if by cue, she dozed off on the chair.
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"K-kupo. Miss Hilda, are you awake, kupo?"
"zzzzzz"
"...kupo."
"zzzzzz"
Perfect, the moogle thought. Now was the time to strike. If he didn't do it, Kuja and Hilda might -never- get together! In one slow, yet fluid motion, Mojito pried the quill from Hilda's hand, opened her journal to the next blank page, and wrote (in Terran), "You mean the world to me. - K" It looked just like Kuja's handwriting too! Giggling in delight, Mojito flew off to Kuja's bedroom for the next stage of The Plan.
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It seemed all the odds were in Mojito's favor. Kuja was sleeping like a baby in his bed, and the journal and quill were left on the table. On the next page, the moogle wrote, "I want to be your canary. -H" Good thing he knew his literature. Mojito giggled some more, and decided upon a finishing touch.
Being very careful so as to not wake his master up, Mojito plucked a single feather from Kuja's head. With the help of some yellow paint that was lying on the floor, the once white feather became the yellow wingtip of a canary. The crafty moogle trotted over to the table and stuck it in Kuja's journal with some adhesive. In one of the flowerpots that happened to be on the table as well, he found a white rose. "This will be a perfect addition to Hilda's journal cover, kupo." And in a couple seconds' time, it did.
"My work is done here, kupo. Now to see what happens when they wake up in the morning." With a grin and one last giggle fit, Mojito gave the night his rest.
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Author's notes:
Ehehehe... the plot thickens ;)
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A romantic semi-comedy... thingy as experienced by Hilda and Kuja (FFIX)
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Chapter 5 - Mojito's cunning plan
Books. Tons and tons of them, stacked upon each other in shelves that seemed to reach up to heaven itself. And yet, no matter how many of these ancient tomes there were, none seemed to hold the key Hilda was looking for. However many new incantations and spells she learned in the process of searching, not one of the old and alien symbols invoked the utterance that all wise men feared. Yet her dissapointments did not keep her from her pursuits. Oftentimes while searching through the dusty books, parts of her mind wondered, did *he* know about *it*?
The Regentess was definately not naive. She had snuck more than a few glances of Kuja in the kitchen, skipping hours of slow-roasting wild zaghnol by using a firaga or two. Somehow, she knew he had at least something to do with the spell known by her fellow red mages simply as "The Ultimatum." Just from a glance at his ocean-blue eyes, endless stories could be unfolded in one's imagination...
Reclining by the warmth of a fireplace, Hilda fumbled for a quill and her journal (as opposed to Kuja's, which she gave back to it's very embarrassed owner several days ago in return for being let out of her cell). Yet strangely, her mind was moved not to prose, but to poetry.
-------------
"June 20, 903.
If I could see the world from a looking-glass
And see but one thing upon that earth
Whether mortal or old or flesh or soul
Or dreams that have not yet been given their birth:
I'd like to know why the ground grasps onto thy foot
And to see the world from your eyes
Or hear the tunes birds chirp that no other knows;
To see the toothy grin of Death's guise
And live to tell the tale...
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Hilda yawned and set the journal down. There would be more time to search and write tomorrow, but now was a time to rest. As if by cue, she dozed off on the chair.
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"K-kupo. Miss Hilda, are you awake, kupo?"
"zzzzzz"
"...kupo."
"zzzzzz"
Perfect, the moogle thought. Now was the time to strike. If he didn't do it, Kuja and Hilda might -never- get together! In one slow, yet fluid motion, Mojito pried the quill from Hilda's hand, opened her journal to the next blank page, and wrote (in Terran), "You mean the world to me. - K" It looked just like Kuja's handwriting too! Giggling in delight, Mojito flew off to Kuja's bedroom for the next stage of The Plan.
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It seemed all the odds were in Mojito's favor. Kuja was sleeping like a baby in his bed, and the journal and quill were left on the table. On the next page, the moogle wrote, "I want to be your canary. -H" Good thing he knew his literature. Mojito giggled some more, and decided upon a finishing touch.
Being very careful so as to not wake his master up, Mojito plucked a single feather from Kuja's head. With the help of some yellow paint that was lying on the floor, the once white feather became the yellow wingtip of a canary. The crafty moogle trotted over to the table and stuck it in Kuja's journal with some adhesive. In one of the flowerpots that happened to be on the table as well, he found a white rose. "This will be a perfect addition to Hilda's journal cover, kupo." And in a couple seconds' time, it did.
"My work is done here, kupo. Now to see what happens when they wake up in the morning." With a grin and one last giggle fit, Mojito gave the night his rest.
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Author's notes:
Ehehehe... the plot thickens ;)
