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Chapter Three~
There was a light tap at the window Kuja had been looking out the other day.
When the curtains of the bed inside the window did not open or even stir, the tap grew a tad louder and repeated itself.
The Moogle hovering outside the window began to grow impatient and tapped as hard as it's little paw could.
"Kupo~!"
Finally, to the Moogle's delight, the curtains began to move, and exited a tall, slender, silver-haired man dressed in nothing but a thong, silver tail uncurling from his ankle.
When the man opened the window, the Moogle flew back in a bit of an excited manner.
"You have a letter, kupo~!"
The man was quite sleepy, and looked somewhat annoyed, though neither did anything to his beautiful round face.
"At this hour~?"
The Moogle nodded, it's red bonbon moving up and down with it's head, and then flew to the edge of the window and removed the small backpack, using it's tiny wings for balance.
"I was told it was an emergency and had to be rushed to you right away. Kupo."
The Moogle replied, putting a little emphasis on the word 'I', as if it were proud of itself for being chosen to send such an important message.
The man was not impressed, however, he was now incredibly interested in the letter the Moogle was taking out of it's pack and handing to him.
Kuja,
Please go out of your way to visit the Black Mage Village. It's the other Genomes. Thank you.
-Mikoto
Kuja read the letter twice, curious as to what his younger sister meant by 'It's the other Genomes', and folded it.
"She never did fully explain herself."
The Silver Genome then looked up at the Moogle, who acted as if it had won a contest and where expecting some sort of prize.
"Did you, my little Moogle, notice anything out of the ordinary while you where at the village~?"
"Looked fine, kupo."
"I see... Well..."
Kuja then turned and made his way to the desk where he either wrote or sketched, and returned with a fist-sized, brown, circular object.
"...For your trouble."
The Moogle opened it's eyes momentarily, and gladly took the Kupo Nut from his hand.
"Thank you~! Kupopo~!"
And, with that, the little, furry creature flew back in the direction from which it came, munching happily on it's gift as it went along.
Kuja would have been smiling if he hadn't been worried about his fellow Genomes, or if he hadn't been thinking about his wife and daughter.
Despite how much he wanted to lay back down and go to sleep, Kuja bathed and put on his armor, thigh-high boots, and hakama, quite disturbed by how whatever problem the Genomes where having started up after his Silver Dragon went berserk.
And he was then reminded of Kikyou and Iifa, which only brought back the terrible pain of loss.
Elsewhere, in the seemingly gloomy and forbidden city of Burmecia, The Realm of Eternal Rain, Freya Crescent, Royal Dragon Knight and hero of her birthplace, stood at the very top of the Burmecian Palace, the highest point in the city, lance clasped tightly in her white paw.
"...The skies are ominous once again."
With that, she leaped effortlessly off the palace, thunder rolling in the distance.
Kuja stood on the balcony of the first ever Hilda Garde, the wind blowing his still-wet silver hair, giving him a bit of a chilly feeling on his head, the desert-like continent with few forests and even fewer grass plains spreading itself out below him, surrounded by the sparkling blue sea.
If this airship had been like the one at the small village known as Dali he had seen those long five years ago, he wouldn't have had it on auto-pilot and wouldn't be enjoying such a wonderful view. It was the only thing currently keeping his mind off the deaths of Kikyou and Iifa.
Though, that feeling of never seeing them again managed to squirm its way into his chest, and the pleading letter made him feel sick again.
The airship drew closer to the large, dying forest, and Kuja found that he wasn't the only one who had received a letter, for another airship lay beside the small village.
"That only makes things more serious. Oh, dear."
The Genome landed the small ship in a clearing beside the other airship, which looked much like the theater ship he had seen fly off into Evil Forest that wonderful night that turned chaotic, years ago when Brahne was still alive and ruled over Alexandria.
Kuja strolled through the light-brown forest, still grateful that no more Mist monsters lurked between it's trees and lashed out at any who passed, listening to the calming sounds of smaller creatures chirping, chittering, and hooting.
The hooting grew louder as he entered the village, an owl flying from it's perch on a crooked branch.
One of the black mages greeted Kuja as he came into view, voice friendly, though his yellow, unblinking eyes burned with caution as he guided his former master to the inn.
Kuja noticed, with a small mix of nervousness and fear, how fewer Genomes, his people, where out.
