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Never Again: Chapter 12
"I'm not going to tell you again! Wake up, Kuja!" Garland yelled at the sleeping genome that was drawing out his sleep act as long as he could. A sharp kick to the ribs made Garland's message clearer than it had ever been before, but sent Kuja rolling over and over again in pain.
Kuja struggled to an upright sitting position while holding his side tightly for fear that it would fall off. He also managed to squeak out a few not-so-intimidating interrogations. "What was that for?" he spat softly.
"I told you to wake up...You didn't wake up," Garland answered smoothly.
"Not that! The noise thing! What was the significance of me going through that?"
"I told you; it was an experiment," Garland answered again.
"That answers not good enough!" Kuja argued a little louder.
"I did it to help you. Ever since you came back, you've seemed to be getting weaker."
"How does blowing my eardrums out justify my weaknesses?" Kuja retorted.
"Your weakness is coming from either laziness, or some kind of emotional detachment. I believe the ladder seems to be the culprit, so I sent the noise through your head to bring your mind away from whatever's bothering you."
"...Brainwashing?"
"In that many words...yes."
Kuja eyed him over while still clutching at the pain in his side inflicted by Garland. Unfortunately, no matter how much he looked at Garland, he was never able to comprehend him. "How exactly does noise classify as brainwashing?"
"You'd be surprised how effective it is...well, how effective it usually is," Garland answered with a grin.
"Really," Kuja replied in his I'm-not-really-interested-in-this- conversation-and-I-think-you're-full-of-it voice. He carefully got to his feet while holding onto his side and started to walk away before making his final cliché. "No matter how hard you try to brainwash me, you'll never get me to forget how much I hate you."
Kuja made his way out of the room while Garland watched, speechless from Kuja's attitude. When he noticed that Garland was starting to follow, he cast a Barrier spell on the doorway and chuckled softly to himself when Garland ran into it. He laughed even harder when he saw that Garland was cursing himself for having difficulty removing the spell. He made his way back to his lousy excuse for a bedroom so he could get the sleep he was deprived that morning. Unfortunately, Garland waltzed in a few minutes later.
"I thought I'd find you here..." Garland sneered. Kuja didn't answer him. He didn't even look up at him. He closed his eyes and tried to drift off regardless of Garland's incessant whining. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"
"So do you," Kuja answered in a monotone voice. "Finally, something we have in common."
Garland put on a fake smile and continued his argument. "Yes, very clever. I suppose you thought that barrier was pretty funny."
"You're the one who said that I wasn't powerful enough! I guess I proved you wrong."
"I was still able to get through it..." Garland laughed.
"It took you awhile."
"I don't know why I-" Garland started to vent but was interrupted by the sound of Kuja's over-exaggerated yawning.
"You won't let me sleep, will you?"
"Get up!" Garland demanded. Kuja's eyes snapped open and he finally looked up at Garland with a confused look on his face. "You heard me. Get up! I'm not going to let you sleep." Kuja continued to stare at him with a blank stare on his face. "What are you looking at me like that for? I meant what I said. No sleep for you, so get up."
"Fine, I'm up," Kuja answered as he got up from his resting position and sat back down again. "Now I'm not. You can leave now."
"You know, I think I should put you to work. Maybe it'll clear your mind," Garland pondered to himself.
"I already told you, there's nothing wrong with my magic. Do you want me to prove it to you?" Garland turned away from his thoughts, taking an interest in Kuja's claim to "prove it" to him. Meanwhile, Kuja was looking him over, almost like he was sizing him up. Garland answered to Kuja's pathetic challenge by casting a spell that's blast threw Kuja against the wall like a rag doll. Kuja struggled to his feet while giving Garland a death glare. "That's not fair! I wasn't ready."
"It doesn't matter. You should always be ready. It goes with power, so if you say you're not ready, you basically just said that you weren't powerful enough."
"Whatever."
"You know, putting you to work still doesn't seem like such a bad idea. It's been awhile since anyone's mopped the floor in the lab and I've got a small storage problem in the airship docks." Kuja rolled his eyes and turned away back towards his bed. "Get to work, Kuja!"
"Get to work, Kuja!" Kuja mocked. "I wouldn't want to anger the 'great Garland', ruler of his own deranged imagination and all who choose to live inside it." He attempted to cast a fire spell on the back of Garland's head, but it fizzled out with a wave of Garland's hand.
"You never learn," Garland said proudly. He was actually pulling off the proud and powerful look until he was interrupted by a flying pillow to the face, and when he turned around to reprimand the thrower, he saw that Kuja had already left the room.
Author's Note: Yeah! It's spring break! My spring break, anyway. The snow's finally gone too. For a second there, I thought that the groundhog had died and it would be winter forever. But no! He didn't die! I'm so happy. It got up to 40 degrees (Fahrenheit). Yeah, I know 40 is not that warm, but it's been in the -10's for awhile now. Negative temperatures are really cold. Burrrrrrrrr.
-Insomniac-
Never Again: Chapter 12
"I'm not going to tell you again! Wake up, Kuja!" Garland yelled at the sleeping genome that was drawing out his sleep act as long as he could. A sharp kick to the ribs made Garland's message clearer than it had ever been before, but sent Kuja rolling over and over again in pain.
Kuja struggled to an upright sitting position while holding his side tightly for fear that it would fall off. He also managed to squeak out a few not-so-intimidating interrogations. "What was that for?" he spat softly.
"I told you to wake up...You didn't wake up," Garland answered smoothly.
"Not that! The noise thing! What was the significance of me going through that?"
"I told you; it was an experiment," Garland answered again.
"That answers not good enough!" Kuja argued a little louder.
"I did it to help you. Ever since you came back, you've seemed to be getting weaker."
"How does blowing my eardrums out justify my weaknesses?" Kuja retorted.
"Your weakness is coming from either laziness, or some kind of emotional detachment. I believe the ladder seems to be the culprit, so I sent the noise through your head to bring your mind away from whatever's bothering you."
"...Brainwashing?"
"In that many words...yes."
Kuja eyed him over while still clutching at the pain in his side inflicted by Garland. Unfortunately, no matter how much he looked at Garland, he was never able to comprehend him. "How exactly does noise classify as brainwashing?"
"You'd be surprised how effective it is...well, how effective it usually is," Garland answered with a grin.
"Really," Kuja replied in his I'm-not-really-interested-in-this- conversation-and-I-think-you're-full-of-it voice. He carefully got to his feet while holding onto his side and started to walk away before making his final cliché. "No matter how hard you try to brainwash me, you'll never get me to forget how much I hate you."
Kuja made his way out of the room while Garland watched, speechless from Kuja's attitude. When he noticed that Garland was starting to follow, he cast a Barrier spell on the doorway and chuckled softly to himself when Garland ran into it. He laughed even harder when he saw that Garland was cursing himself for having difficulty removing the spell. He made his way back to his lousy excuse for a bedroom so he could get the sleep he was deprived that morning. Unfortunately, Garland waltzed in a few minutes later.
"I thought I'd find you here..." Garland sneered. Kuja didn't answer him. He didn't even look up at him. He closed his eyes and tried to drift off regardless of Garland's incessant whining. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"
"So do you," Kuja answered in a monotone voice. "Finally, something we have in common."
Garland put on a fake smile and continued his argument. "Yes, very clever. I suppose you thought that barrier was pretty funny."
"You're the one who said that I wasn't powerful enough! I guess I proved you wrong."
"I was still able to get through it..." Garland laughed.
"It took you awhile."
"I don't know why I-" Garland started to vent but was interrupted by the sound of Kuja's over-exaggerated yawning.
"You won't let me sleep, will you?"
"Get up!" Garland demanded. Kuja's eyes snapped open and he finally looked up at Garland with a confused look on his face. "You heard me. Get up! I'm not going to let you sleep." Kuja continued to stare at him with a blank stare on his face. "What are you looking at me like that for? I meant what I said. No sleep for you, so get up."
"Fine, I'm up," Kuja answered as he got up from his resting position and sat back down again. "Now I'm not. You can leave now."
"You know, I think I should put you to work. Maybe it'll clear your mind," Garland pondered to himself.
"I already told you, there's nothing wrong with my magic. Do you want me to prove it to you?" Garland turned away from his thoughts, taking an interest in Kuja's claim to "prove it" to him. Meanwhile, Kuja was looking him over, almost like he was sizing him up. Garland answered to Kuja's pathetic challenge by casting a spell that's blast threw Kuja against the wall like a rag doll. Kuja struggled to his feet while giving Garland a death glare. "That's not fair! I wasn't ready."
"It doesn't matter. You should always be ready. It goes with power, so if you say you're not ready, you basically just said that you weren't powerful enough."
"Whatever."
"You know, putting you to work still doesn't seem like such a bad idea. It's been awhile since anyone's mopped the floor in the lab and I've got a small storage problem in the airship docks." Kuja rolled his eyes and turned away back towards his bed. "Get to work, Kuja!"
"Get to work, Kuja!" Kuja mocked. "I wouldn't want to anger the 'great Garland', ruler of his own deranged imagination and all who choose to live inside it." He attempted to cast a fire spell on the back of Garland's head, but it fizzled out with a wave of Garland's hand.
"You never learn," Garland said proudly. He was actually pulling off the proud and powerful look until he was interrupted by a flying pillow to the face, and when he turned around to reprimand the thrower, he saw that Kuja had already left the room.
Author's Note: Yeah! It's spring break! My spring break, anyway. The snow's finally gone too. For a second there, I thought that the groundhog had died and it would be winter forever. But no! He didn't die! I'm so happy. It got up to 40 degrees (Fahrenheit). Yeah, I know 40 is not that warm, but it's been in the -10's for awhile now. Negative temperatures are really cold. Burrrrrrrrr.
-Insomniac-
