I'm Coming Back To You
Prologue
Disclaimer: What belongs to Square/soft: All the wonderful video games, etc that they make like Final Fantasy IX. And a lot of money. What belongs to me: A stick of bubble gum, a pet hamster, and twenty-five cents. Any questions?
AN: For some reason, I was sitting in my room thinking about shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings, when suddenly I had a marvelous idea. Why not write a fanfiction about Final Fantasy IX? It was such a terrific idea I jumped off my bed and ran to my computer. ^.^
I really have no idea what inspired this...but I really have no idea what inspires any of my work. This story will, in a nutshell, be about how Zidane gets back to Dagger, and what he does before the play where he made his grand entrance. I mean, it did take a couple of years or so. Most people say he got back at around 19, which is a reasonable judgement considering Dagger grew her hair back. Mostly, the reason I write fics is to write down what I think of the questions in the game left unanswered, so I was gonna write a fic about how Vivi came to have children when he's only 9, or what did Freya do with Fratley's amnesia (and how he got it)...but then I thought, "What the heck, wouldn't starting with something like this be easier?"
_What am I doing here? It's so dark. I can't see myself. I can't...I can't even feel myself. My body! What happened to my body? I can't move...there's nothing to move. I don't have an arm, or a leg. Am I dead? No, I don't want to die. Not yet. I want to see Dagger again. Dagger..._
[Zidane.]
_...Kuja?_
[Yes.]
_Where are we?_
[We are in the darkness in which souls stay that have not yet departed into the afterlife.]
_Where's my body?_
[In the Iifa Tree, of course. In a sense, you are dead.]
_No! I can't be dead! I have to get back to Dagger!_
[...]
_Kuja! How can I get back?_
[*very exhausted sigh*]
_I need to get back..._
[I'm sorry. You shouldn't have come back to get me.]
_It's not your fault. I should've been quicker..._
[Zidane...I want to thank you. For forgiving me, even after all that I did.]
_...I guess if I was in your shoes, I would've done it, too._
[Still, because of you, I've learned what it means to live. I also want to thank you for stopping me...I've realized that life is precious, and I'm glad I didn't get to carry out what I planned. And I want to help you get back.]
_You know how?_
[Yes. But it's either you or me. I'd rather it be you...everyone on Gaia despises me anyway.]
_Not everyone..._
[Who doesn't, then?]
_There might be people willing to forgive._
[No. You go. I deserve to die.]
_But..._
[You have something to live for. I don't. So I shall help send you back. Promise me, Zidane, you will do something good with your second chance. Live well with your canary and be happy. Keep Gaia at peace. Be...the Angel of Life.]
_I'll do it for you, Kuja._
[...]
_Kuja?_
[...]
_Thank you, Kuja._
[...]
_I promise._
_Purple light. Surrounding me. Engulfing me. Swallowing me. More light. It's getting brighter and brighter. It's turning white._
_I am with the light._
_I am in the light._
_I am the light._
AN: Don'tcha hate Prologues? *sighs* Nothing interesting so far. Oh well. I'll have the next chapter up, soon. Maybe.
Hey...where are you going? NO!! DON'T GO BACK TO THE OTHER FANFICTIONS OUT THERE THAT ARE GREATER THAN MINE! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!!!!