Author's Note: I'm still waiting on those answers, but uh, I'm upping the rating on the fic since there will be a rather nice scene in here (which will be described to the best of my ability). Enjoy!

Sosei, Reincarnation's Sequel

Chapter 6-Solace

Treno, City of Nobles

Kirika:

          I walked softly behind Zidane, taking great care to keep my facial expression hidden. I didn't want anyone to see how I was feeling, especially Kuja. The information I got earlier made me shy away from him like a scared animal. To think that he could turn away from out side with just one command from Garland made me deeply upset. According to the girl, there could be something done to counter this problem, but that wasn't something I wanted to do just yet. On our way in Treno, we received summons to appear before the Treno nobles. I had a feeling that an old issue was going to be brought up tonight and I would not like that.

          Nevertheless, there we were…in the main hall of the nobles court. I couldn't help but feel trapped in this place and with good reason. I hadn't been back in Treno for two years and by coming back, it seemed like I was sealing my fate.

          "Welcome, everyone, I'm sure you know the occasion?"

          I narrowed my eyes at the old noble that had walked into the room. Behind him stood a small group of men that bore disapproving frowns.

          "What's this all about?" I hissed, trying back my hood with a flick of my hand.

          The nobles appeared to wince at the sight of me and took a step back.

          "Sir Kuja, I regret to inform you that the charges against your daughter have not been dropped."

          "Are you serious? It's been two years!" Kuja snapped.

          For a moment, I noticed the amount of anger in his voice. The noble in the front smirked.

          "Kirika is not above the law, Sir Kuja. She must be punished."

          I snarled and walked up to the noble. He blinked and began to shake under my steel-like gaze.

          "Have you forgotten who saved Gaia?"

          "But—"

          "Answer me!"

          My voice cracked, but I didn't care. I was going to get my point over sooner or later.

          "You did."

          I narrowed my eyes even further and turned away from the noble.

          "Remember your place, noble, and don't be quick to forget it or there will be worst things befalling you soon."

Totetsumonari Kyuuden:

          By the time we arrived in my old home, my mood had turned sour. I was frustrated with Gaia and it's inhabitants right now. All they cared about was past justices. Idiots, all of them.

          "Hey, Kirika, I heard all about the encounter with nobles. I would have been able to help you if I wasn't away on business."

          I started to punch Myou in the jaw, but I thought the better of it.

          "You wouldn't have been able to help," I muttered.

          "That's where you're wrong. I'm the mayor of this city."

          I could have killed him. I swear I could have. Instead, I moved away and went into my room taking great care to slam the door behind me.

Kuja:

          I knew what the slam of a door meant any day, especially with Kirika. I've never known her to be so angry like I saw her today. Something was haunting her spirit badly and it wouldn't leave her alone. I walked down the hallway and noticed Myou. Ah…so that was it. Myou must have said something that made Kirika very angry.

          "So, what did you say to her?" I asked softly.

          "I accidentally told her that I was the mayor of Treno."

          Idiot. Anybody could tell you that Kirika disliked Treno officials with a passion. But I could tell that Myou honestly didn't know that fact about her.

          "You have a lot to learn," I commented.

          "I know."

          "Well, the first thing you need to do is apologize. Knowing Kirika, she's probably deep asleep right now. This is the best time to do it. Having fun."

Myou:

          I nodded and walked Kuja disappear down the hall. I had to admit Kuja was one of a kind. I also wondered if Kirika had the same traits. I slowly opened Kirika's door and stepped in. The room was dimly lit by candles that lay suspended in mid air, which flickered twice as I passed by them. In the corner was a large canopy bed with a little screen drawn around it. I drew closer and saw the sleeping form of my love. She was spread halfway across the bed on her back with her long feathery red hair tied up in a ponytail.

          Even as she slept, her beauty excited me. At last, she stirred and sat up. On top of her head was two cat ears that moved around for a moment or to and then disappeared into the folds of her hair. She yawned and drew back the screen around her bed.

          "All right Myou. I know you're there."

          "I wasn't trying to hide," I said calmly.

          "Sure you weren't."

          I sat down on the edge of her bed and stared at her face.

          "We haven't been alone together in a long time."

          At first, Kirika gave me a cold glare, but it quickly dissolved into a smile.

          "Well, that's been my fault, I'm afraid."

          "Not exactly," I whispered.

          I leaned over and hissed her lips softly.

          "You know, I've missed a lot these days, Myou."

          I smiled.

          "It's hard to keep those you love away," I commented.

          "Kirika! Hurry, Kuja needs your help in the kitchen!"

          Oh, joy. Kirika giggled and got up from her bed.

          "I gotta go stop Kuja from burning Kyuuden down. See you at dinner!"

          And with that, she left.

Kirika:

          Kuja and cooking did not mix. When I finally caught up with the destructive male genome, his hair—that beautiful silver hair—was on fire, literally.

          "Waterga!" I shouted as I pointed at Kuja's hair.

          A torrent of water splashed down on him, sending him to the floor. I helped him to his feet slowly, noting how pissed he looked. Well I would be too if I lost hair that I needed.

          "Are you ok?" I asked, patting his hair with a small towel.

          "I suppose I could be better."

          I laughed and sat him down in the chair.

          "Don't worry, I know it will grow back."

          I tried to be reassuring to my father, especially with his narcissistic ways. With all the kitchen accidents Kuja's had, this became routine.

          "So what were you trying to make?" I asked, setting some fresh pots out for cooking.

          "Oglop meatballs."

          Hmm, that was a good dish with the right spices and no; it wasn't made with real oglop.

          "Hmm…ok. Get another pound of meat," I ordered.

          Kuja did as he was told and turned the stove back on. I smiled and brought up some vegetables. I grinned and extended my nails, marveling at how long they were. I swiped down at them, watching as they broke a part piece by piece. Kuja sighed softly as he put the meat in the pan.

Thirty Minutes Later:

          I set the platter down the table and sat down with a big grin on my face. I felt good about fixing dinner for everyone again. It was just a proven fact that Kuja could not cook and I could. Maybe it was because I was a girl. Hmm…could be.

          "Try it, you may like it," I said as cheerfully as I could.

          There was a small moment of silence as everyone took a bite out of one of the several meatballs on the platter.

          "Excellent, Kirika," Garnet said softly.

          The others nodded in agreement. I smiled softly, happy that everyone like my treats.

          "Who taught you?" Myou asked.

          "Believe it or not, Kuja did," I answered.

          Zidane laughed and elbowed Kuja lightly. Kuja grumbled and continued nibbling on the meatballs.

          "If you are finished Kirika, can you take Amaranthine and Silver out for a walk?"

          I didn't bother to protest his order for the dragons needed to stretch their wings.

          "Kirika, I want to show you something beautiful outside."

          I blinked at Myou and got up from the table. He grabbed my hand and led me to the door.

          "It's the first snow," He whispered as he opened the door.

          I walked outside and into the light snow. It was magical.

          "When I was very young, my mother used to take me out every first snow. She would always say, 'Cherish this, Myou, for you may not get to look at such beauty again'," Myou commented.

          "She's right. Gaia always manages to show us something new everyday."

          He laughed and walked toward me slowly.

          "You are wise beyond your years."

          "I only seem that way," I whispered.

          Myou leaned in and kissed me again, this time, it was hinted with a feel of hunger. I responded almost as tenderly as a new feeling arose. I jerked away suddenly and started to the dragon's pens in the back of Kyuuden. I didn't like this feeling…it was impulsive.

          "Kirika!"

          "I must tend to Amaranthine and Silver now! I'll talk to you later, Myou!"

          I felt ugly for leaving him back there without a clue, but I couldn't count on myself to kiss him again. It was like everything was compelling me to lay down with this man. I loved…him with all my heart, but did he love me the same? I rubbed my arms carefully, noting how cold it was. I wondered outside with a jacket, which would make me sick. The last thing I needed was a cold, especially one that could affect my throat. I was taking a definite risk.

          "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Kirika, but I really think you should go inside."

          I once again looked into the eyes of Myou. Instead of acknowledging him as I always do, I ignored and beckoned Amaranthine and Silver forward. The two dragons crawled out of the shelter and crowded around me.

          "What did I do?"

          I ignored him again and climbed onto Silver's back. I urged her along with a whisper and motioned for Amaranthine to follow. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Myou swing onto Amaranthine's back.

          "Why are you ignoring me?"

          The feeling came again…this time much stronger. But I skillfully ignored it and urged Silver to go faster. Silver broke into a swift gallop (or run) and easily jumped over the many hills that surrounded Kyuuden. This was land that Kuja had bought for the sole purpose of seclusion. It wasn't long before Amaranthine caught up to me with a very unnerved look on his face. I smirked and turned around so I could face him.

          "Catch me, if you dare!" I shouted as I leapt off of Silver's back.

          I hit the ground roughly and quickly got to my feet. I was more compelled to play with him for a little while. However, I was denied even that. Myou came out of nowhere and pounced on me, sending me rolling in the grass. When we stopped rolling, Myou surprisingly ended up on top.

          "Tell me why you felt like you needed to run," Myou whispered.

          "I'm scared. Scared of what might happened, Myou. When you kissed me back there, I felt weird."

          "Weird how?"

          "I felt alive."

          Those deep eyes peering into my soul…there was nothing I could hide from them.

          "I love you, Kirika. I love everything about you. And…"

          He paused for a second before caressing my pale face.

          "I want to have you if you will allow me."

          I considered his request quickly, knowing what this could mean. But I loved him enough to risk it. I was 18 years old, which meant that I could handle the risk. (A/N: This may get a bit sappy since I am trying to keep this under the R rating. Also…this is kinda half of a lemon.) As the moments went by, my kiss grew deeper and Myou gently responded by nibbling on my lips with his teeth gently.

Kuja:

          I yawned as I huddled inside my blankets at my window. I was a bit worried about Kirika. The temperature had dropped dramatically over the several hours that we've been here. Totetsumonari Kyuuden often took a long time to heat up, so the most of us took the route of the blankets.

          "It's not like her, Zidane," I commented as he walked by.

          He laughed and turned towards the window.

          "I doubt she'll be back for a while, Kuja, especially if Myou's out there with her."

          Right away, I knew what he meant. I stifled a laugh and gazed out at the stars above. Kirika was growing up quite quickly, indeed. But would she be able to handle it? It seemed like my job as a father was almost done. Everyone knew that my life was about to end soon. Kirika had merely accepted this fact against her will. She didn't complain to me or ask me about me about life-restoring potions like she used to.

          "I'd say your little Kirika has grown up fully. And I wouldn't be surprised if you have little children running around soon."

Kirika:

          A feeling of awe washed over me adding to my sweet gasps for air. Myou and I were moving as one united unit, our cries a joyous song in the night air. Although the temperature had dropped quite rapidly, I could hardly feel it. There was nothing but warmth and love boiling inside me. The barrage of emotions I felt overwhelmed me, and I loved it. I laughed out loud and kissed Myou on the lips, noting that he was beginning to tire…or was he? He surprised by hungrily kissing me and picking up the pace until could no longer stand it. And that's when I felt the joy of a woman wash over me.

          Myou stiffened up and lay down next to me, panting loudly. I was no longer an innocent girl, but a woman now. I rolled over and kissed Myou gently on the cheek.

          "'Take solace in Myou, Garnet, Zidane, and in your dragons'."

          I found myself whispering the warning the girl told me.

          "What does that mean?"

          I sighed.

          "Just something I heard, that's all."

          Myou blinked and narrowed his eyes at me.

          "Whatever it is, it's bothering you, is it not?"

          Well, it was…but I wasn't exactly supposed to reveal anything.

          "No, of course not."

          Myou chuckled and pulled me over to his side.

          "I'm not finished with you."