Author's Note: You really didn't think Kuja would say dead would you? Well, haha if you did, and yay if you didn't *sets up her Kuja shrine*. I need more reviews, I'm suffering here! Enjoy!

Reincarnation

Chapter 8-A Newer Angel of Death

Desert Palace, Forgotten Continent

12:15 A.M. Gaian Standard

Kuja:

          I glanced upon the pale ivory face of my 'daughter', Kirika Tribal, and let out a small contented sigh. It felt excellent to be out of that dark green pool that made up the Iifa Tree's reserves well. I had to admit that I didn't think that Kirika could muster up the strength and the power to resurrect me. I felt brand new…restored. I could feel elemental magic coursing through my veins.

          I had all the power I could ever want. All at the expense of my dear 'child'. Kirika looked very sickly. The child was about to die from extreme exhaustion. There was only one thing I could do to save her. I slipped away from my bed and reached through a small cubby hole in my glass-like wall. What I pulled out would make Zidane piss his pants.

          In other words, the Life Crystal. I knew that it would easily keep Kirika alive once I placed it inside her body. I picked up a small knife from off of my dresser and approached my bed. I placed the crystal just above Kirika's shoulder and grabbed her left wrist. I grasped the knife and cut along the top of her skin, careful not to accidentally cut one of her major veins.

          Blood flowed freely out of the cut, soaking the sleeves of her long silk shirt. A small groan escaped from her mouth as I placed the Life Crystal in her wrist and squeezed the small wound shut. Now, what to wrap it with? I had no bandages on me and I was pretty sure there were no bandages in my desert palace. With a sigh, I ripped a piece of cloth off my hakuma and tied it up. I had more things to do with Kirika, but not while she was like this.

          I had to admit that I was curious about what happened between the time that I died and was brought back to life. But I had a source: the Treno Auctioneer. I moved away from my bed and placed Kirika's silk cloak upon my shoulders. I had the Invincible in my possession and that would make it much easier to return to Kyuuden. Within a few minutes, I found myself calmly walking along the pathway to the Invincible. Along the way, I came across my silver dragon.

          "Make sure no one gets through to the palace. And let me know when the child awakes," I muttered.

          The dragon snorted and turned its head to the side. Even though that wasn't the answer I was expecting, I knew that he had indeed heard what I said.

Hours Later:

          I sat in one of the plush seats above the ground floor of the Auction house, watching the dull amount of activity below. This reminded me of the old times when I used to sit and order items from my high perch. Ah…memories.

          "I suppose your not going to buy anything, Sir Kuja."

          My gaze snapped to a small man standing directly under my perch. I recognized him as the Auctioneer.

          "Not this time, Auctioneer. I came for information," I said, leading on the edge of the banister.

          "Ah, I see. What can I tell you, Sir Kuja?"

          "What happened after I died?"

          "Kirika got very angry and devoted herself to restoring you. In the process, she committed murder."

          "Murder?"

          I hardly thought Kirika would go so far.

          "Yes, murder. Is she safe?" The Auctioneer asked.

          "Kirika's just fine. She's back at my Desert Palace."

Kirika:

          A sharp pain in my wrist made me jump awake to lavender covered wall coverings, tons of small tables full of books and a roaring fire in the fireplace. This wasn't my home. This wasn't Kyuuden in Treno. I sat up and moved to edge of the bed and glanced around the room. This was Kuja's room, in the desert palace. But why was I here?

          How did I get here? And where was Kuja? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that one of my wrists was bandaged. I was tempted to pick at it, but then I thought better of it. Surprisingly enough, I felt power coursing through my veins. How? I was weakened when I brought Kuja to life. I should have been dead. My gaze snapped to a mirror that was propped against the wall.

          In its reflection was a woman with feathery black hair and her eyes were cat-like and purple. On top of that, her skin seemed to glow with inner power, making her seem more attractive. Now why would Kuja's mirror show someone else in its reflection? I edged off of the bed and brought myself to a stand. The woman in the reflection did the same.

          "That can't be me," I whispered.

          But it was true. I had changed as a result of restoring Kuja. I had aged. A smirk crossed my pale thin lips as I stood there, admiring myself in the mirror.

          "So you're awake."

          The smirk vanished from my face as I turned in the direction of the voice. It was Kuja.

          "Thank Gaia your alive, Kuja," I whispered.

          "How do you like you new powers, my dear?"

          New powers?

          "What do you mean?" I asked, calmly folding my arms.

          Kuja touched my bandaged wrist lightly.

          "I put the Life Crystal in your wrist to keep you alive."

          I wrinkled my nose.

          "But why?"

          I was confused.

          "It was either that or you'll die."

          I turned back towards the mirror and examined myself again.

          "We can return to Treno and my residence in peace, so you can rest, my dear," Kuja muttered.

          In peace? Oh no, I was determined to repay Zidane and the woman who hurt and took away Kuja from me. And I would start by going to Alexandria.

          "I brought some of your clothes back for you to change into."

          That's just what I needed.

          "Thank you father," I said with a smirk.

          Look out Alexandria, there's a new Kirika in town.

Mikoto:

          I knew Kuja was back before Kirei said it. Kirika had succeeded in bringing him back. How was that possible? She was human just like the citizens of Alexandria. It made no sense.

          "Our plans are being ruined, Mikoto. We must act," Kirei complained.

          I ignored her for the most part as I paced around the graveyard.

          "Thinking won't work right now, Mikoto. We must stop her at all costs."

          Foolish simple girl, I thought with a grin. Causing action wouldn't get you anywhere. Even Zidane learned that.

          "Keep a watch in Alexandria tonight, Kirei. I have a feeling that something will happen tonight."