Hum hum hum.
Sorry we took so long. My brain has just been on stop because I'm doing
finals. Vit's been writing (-_- to him) but I've been dead. Oh well.
School's over!!! ^_________^
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~Part Seven~
Kuja watched in fascination as Viteros challenged the seraph. He frowned a little, though. What would Angel want with the young woman at Kuja's side?
"Sephira?"
"Yes, Kuja?" she asked, worry filling her voice. She gripped one of his hands and gazed into his eyes.
"Do you know him?" he questioned, referring to Angel, who had begun to battle with Viteros. Kuja winced as Viteros cried out in pain. Tearing his eyes from Sephira's, he watched for a moment as Viteros back flipped up from the ground, then instantly pivoted on his left foot and drove his right into Angel's stomach. Angel caught the foot in his hands and spun the Devil, causing Viteros to lose his balance and crash to the floor once again. He seemed to be fighting a losing battle.
Sephira shook her head. "I do not believe that I do. But then..."
"What?"
"I do not know anything of my life before I met you."
"So you might have had some type of possible relation with him?"
"Please, stop. I do not know!" she begged, her grip tightening on Kuja's hand. Kuja tugged at it, a little surprised at her strength. But then, it may have been born of desperation, as his transformation to Trance had been.
Kuja returned his attention to the battle, not bothering to pester her further. Viteros spun and kicked, hitting his enemy hard in the head. Then he dropped and landed five more, two in the stomach, two in the chest, one more to the head. But Angel still kept coming.
Then, suddenly, his heart started racing, as well as his mind. He had hurt his opponent, but not enough.what worked.suddenly, it dawned on him.
Muscles tensed, Viteros stood still as Angel rushed toward him, blade raised, screaming in fury, and then just as he remembered.he backflipped, kicking Angel in the chin, throwing him onto his back. Viteros landed, jumped in the air, and landed with his foot on Angel's throat. Gripping it tightly, he lifted the man up and slammed him against a wall. The Devil grinned evilly and laughed out loud, his tone cold and merciless.
"Remember that move, Lashra? Remember? Remember!"
Suddenly, Angel looked straight into his eyes, and Viteros gasped, thrown back into memory again.
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"Doing good, Devil Nine. Very good. Your flip improves."
"Thank you Master Terisas. I try my best."
"And.Lashra, how are you doing?"
"Heh.Vit gets better every time with that move. I can take him, but that flip.gets me every time."
"Hmm.you'll have to work on that. And Viteros, you'll have to think of a way to deal with whatever Lashra dishes out for you!"
"Yes, master."
"Yes, master."
"Weapon training now. Ready?"
"Yes.my sword is here."
"And Viteros? Your gun?"
"Locked and loaded."
"Ready.go!"
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And I remember.that fight.we attacked each other, we were both good, and never gave an inch. Still.unless I resorted to that flip, he would win every time.except that time.
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"Aaargh! My.my chest.my heart."
"Heh. The best man wins, Vit. That's me!"
"You.no.you! YOU!"
"Vit? Vit? Viteros? What are you doing?!"
"AAARGH!"
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And that was the first time I changed. The first time I really saw why I am called a Devil. Power.power.so enticing, but the darkness.that undercurrent of darkness.always there.never fading.that was the power.always.
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Suddenly, he was jolted back by movement. Viteros shouted and slammed Angel's head brutally against the wall, still holding his neck. He smiled. "I'm going to win this time." He didn't notice the red tinge in the white of his eyes. "I'm going to win, Lashra! I'm going to kill you!"
Suddenly.
"Vit!" Zidane.
"Don't bother me Zidane!"
"Don't kill him!"
Viteros' voice was low and full of danger. "And why shouldn't I?"
Zidane lightly thumped his fist on his chest. "Because I help people. I don't want you to kill him cold-blooded. I can stand and watch someone die on the end of a blade in battle, but I can't watch you kill him like this."
"Zidane, you don't understand!" Viteros snarled, returning his gaze to Angel, who's eyes were wide and his face paler than normal. He gasped, weakly tugging at Viteros' metal hand.
"Please..." Zidane begged. Viteros watched Angel, his eyes flicked to Zidane, then back to the magenta eyes of the seraph. Snarling, he yanked his hand from the wall and took a step back, giving Angel room to breath. The seraph fell to his knees, clutching at his throat.
"You shall pay for that..." he hissed dangerously.
Viteros rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You see what you've done Zidane?"
Zidane didn't answer.
Angel staggered to his feet, bracing himself with a hand against the wall. His other hand was still at his throat.
"I shan't forget that, sir," he spat maliciously. He turned and stumbled off into the darkness of the Invincible's hallways, his wings rustling behind him. Viteros watched him leave, a calculating look on his face.
"Zidane..." he hissed.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't understand. I should have killed him. Finished our problems right now."
"What danger could he pose? I mean, we beat him once, right?" Zidane asked cautiously, aware that Viteros' temper was rising dangerously.
"You don't understand," he whispered through gritted teeth. Zidane flinched and drew away from the Devil, over to Kuja and Sephira, keeping quiet. Zidane watched Viteros out of the corner of his eye, with a little guilt. His actions had obviously had a very negative effect on the Devil. Viteros rolled his shoulders and swallowed, disgusted, almost appearing as though he were going to be sick.
"Vit...?" Zidane questioned quietly.
Viteros ignored Zidane and wiped a bit of blood from his mouth, licked his dry lips and turned to the others.
"What did he want?" Sephira asked quietly.
"You," was Viteros' simple reply. The Devil crossed his arms over his chest and shut his eyes, unaware of the blood still trickling from his mouth.
"I beg your pardon?" Sephira whispered. "What, pray, would he want with me?"
"You," Viteros repeated, licking the blood from his lips. He opened his eyes and pushed himself away from the wall. "That's all that can be said. You."
"I do not comprehend."
"Why does he want her?" Kuja asked, noticing that his companion was turning paler than normal.
"Her."
"Vit! Answer them!" Zidane yelled, growing weary of the repetitiveness of the conversation.
"That is the only answer I can give." He began to pace, then turned and faced them, his face unreadable. "I don't know why. That is why I can't give you a complete answer."
"Then why would he even come here?" Zidane questioned.
"Because he wants her."
"Why?"
"Have I not already answered this about a million times?" Viteros shouted, his patience snapping. "I don't have an answer, I can't give an answer, I can't even make an assumption until I learn more! I fact is that he wants her for some reason! Okay?"
Sephira let go of Kuja's hand and stood. Glaring at Viteros, possibly for his lack of information, she crouched down again and took one of Kuja's arms, helping him to stumble to his feet. When Kuja had regained his balance, she left him and strode over to Viteros. Raising her hand, obviously to slap him, he caught her wrist.
"I don't feel like being hit today, Lady Sephira," he remarked through gritted teeth. Glaring at her, still holding her wrist to restrain her, he commented, "I would watch myself if I were you."
Sephira tried to tug herself from his grip, crying out in anger. Viteros threw her from him, passing by her with no regard as she braced herself against the wall, snarling at him.
"Let's find someplace we can rest in peace."
Kuja stood up and pulled them apart. He still sounded wearied as he said, "And that place would be.?"
"Ipsen Castle.nobody goes there anymore. We can find refuge there for some time."
"Then let's get moving." Viteros pulled a small metal object out of his cloak and punched a few buttons.
Zidane walked over. "What is that?"
"My remote-caller/receiver for my airship," the other responded. "Thanks to this I can control my airship from a distance. I'm sending it to Ipsen, it'll.'meet' us there."
"Why don't we just ride it?"
"I'm sure that by now Garland has all of his defenses up and running at full alert now," said Kuja. "Should the ship come near the Invincible."
"Bang," said Viteros.
"Boom," finished Sephira. "But Viteros, it would seem you have already formulated an idea of how to leave this place?"
"That's where you two come in," he said. "I think you guys know how to use the teleporters?"
"Of course," she replied. "But we can not just walk up to the machines!"
"All that matters is that you know how to operate the things. We can take care of any resistance."
Zidane looked around. "You sure are cocky."
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They hurried to the teleporter entrances. Viteros looked at the blank holes and said, "These sure are weird little things."
"Just get in," said Kuja, and they all jumped over the edge and into the blackness.
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After a while, glowing, multicolored orbs floated near Ipsen Castle, where they turned into four figures.
Viteros stretched. "Whoah, that's a rush."
"Let's go," said Zidane.
As they neared the doors, Viteros uttered a profound epiphany.
"That's a big door.ow!"
Sephira brushed off her hands and walked in.
"Whoah.this is one screwed up place." Zidane walked past the group, looking around at the strange castle. "This place is just like a funhouse!"
And it was. Really, it was. Inverted items, a chandelier poking straight up out of the ground, a table somehow sitting on a wall, twisted doors, a huge sharp poke down from the ceiling, which was probably an upside-down roof.
"We should fan out," said Kuja, looking in all directions, "And look everywhere. No telling what little presents our friend Angel might have left us."
"Or.Terisas."
Zidane looked back. He didn't know who said that.probably Viteros, being grim again.
"Hey! Look at this room!"
Everyone went quickly, or as quickly as they could, to the sound of Viteros' voice.
They all found themselves in an enormous dining room, with everything paneled with mirrors, a table covered in mirrors, the walls, the ceiling, the chairs, even the door and doorknob.
It was a maddening sight, since mirrors reflected reflections of reflections again and again, so although the layout of the room was actually very simple, the simple view of it could drive someone insane. The only thing that wasn't a mirror was the food itself.
Viteros sat in a glass, reflective chair and lifted a nectarine. "Good to eat," he said through a mouth full of fruit, "strange, its not gone bad, but Sephira said no one comes here. No dust either."
"Perhaps we should not." began Kuja, but Zidane had already begun eating. Sephira and Kuja looked at the two with equal disdain.
Sephira started, "You cannot eat of the food you merely find, particularly in a place such as this! I-"
"Just eat," replied Viteros, handing her a mirrored spoon, "we've got to keep our strength up. What, the food's gonna be poisoned, or.?"
He shook his head. "I've had way enough chemicals for one day."
Suddenly, magnified like magic onto the huge, mirrored walls, they saw a black shape flare into massive being and then suddenly disappear. Viteros stood up, food forgotten. "What is."
Suddenly, the whole room seemed to be filled with black, with swishes of silver. Bits of mirror.and blades.
"Khamrask!" Viteros fired frantically. "Get out of here!" Shooting a last few defiant bullets into the mirrored chaos, he ran out himself.
Everyone followed suit, jumping over knocked over chairs and thrown bits of food, dodging swiping blades and fists. They all went out the door except Zidane, who was about to leave when suddenly, someone kicked him in the crook of the knee, bending his leg involuntarily. Zidane buckled and then stood up on a weakened leg and was about to catch up when a swift, dark shape fell before him, throwing him back onto the floor with surprise.
As the shape slowly stood up Zidane saw that it was a human, or at least humanoid, dressed in elaborate, large, purple silk. As the person stood up he saw it was a woman.
Most of her face was covered by the violet silk cloth, all but her right eye, which was a soft, emerald green. The brown hair, which was tied close to the head, flowed freely behind her, down to her waist.
"Who.who are.?"
Viteros whirled, Sephira and Kuja stopped and turned just ahead of him. "Wait."
"Greeting," came a soft voice from behind the cloth mask, "I am much enjoying for meet with you. Zidane, you are? This.Khamrask. Where Angel?"
"Angel's not here," said Zidane, maneuvering himself up to his hands and knees, "I thought he sent you."
The woman laughed lightly. "I hunt not man Angel! He, I, am serving same master. I hunt female Angel, only one. I hunting man Kuja also, man Devil, man Zidane. You Zidane. Where other rogue?"
"I'm here," said Viteros, stepping back through the doorway. "You're Khamrask?"
The ninja turned. "I Khamrask. You Devil man. I am much happy for meeting you with."
Strangely, a thought went through Zidane's mind. ~What a strange person.she doesn't talk very well.and her eye looks very strange.a sort of glow.~
Viteros crossed his arms. "So.what? Why do you want to meet with us?"
"I am you searching," she replied, "I you.looked? Seen?"
Kuja raised an eyebrow. "Found?"
"Yes," said the woman, "Found. That right."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she produced a long sword. "Found I you. Found. Now, come you me with."
Viteros threw an empty clip to the ground. He pointed his metal hand at her. "I.don't think so."
"Choice.you.not."
Suddenly, she leapt into the air. Everyone looked up in surprise. The thoughts ran frantically inside Zidane's head: No one can jump that high!
She came down on Viteros, who dodged, spinning, and turned to kick her, but she dodged quickly away and ran back, sword held in front. Even while fighting, Viteros shouted, "Zidane! Take Kuja and Sephira! Check the Devil Agenda!"
Zidane scrambled to his feet and followed the two, who were already stepping back gingerly. "We simply cannot leave him to-" Sephira began, but Kuja grabbed her and ran.
The quick movements of the air and the bang of guns echoed through the halls.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything having to do with FF9, though we wish we did. ^_^ Our own characters are our own creation. And we have rights to ourselves! ^_~
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~Part Seven~
Kuja watched in fascination as Viteros challenged the seraph. He frowned a little, though. What would Angel want with the young woman at Kuja's side?
"Sephira?"
"Yes, Kuja?" she asked, worry filling her voice. She gripped one of his hands and gazed into his eyes.
"Do you know him?" he questioned, referring to Angel, who had begun to battle with Viteros. Kuja winced as Viteros cried out in pain. Tearing his eyes from Sephira's, he watched for a moment as Viteros back flipped up from the ground, then instantly pivoted on his left foot and drove his right into Angel's stomach. Angel caught the foot in his hands and spun the Devil, causing Viteros to lose his balance and crash to the floor once again. He seemed to be fighting a losing battle.
Sephira shook her head. "I do not believe that I do. But then..."
"What?"
"I do not know anything of my life before I met you."
"So you might have had some type of possible relation with him?"
"Please, stop. I do not know!" she begged, her grip tightening on Kuja's hand. Kuja tugged at it, a little surprised at her strength. But then, it may have been born of desperation, as his transformation to Trance had been.
Kuja returned his attention to the battle, not bothering to pester her further. Viteros spun and kicked, hitting his enemy hard in the head. Then he dropped and landed five more, two in the stomach, two in the chest, one more to the head. But Angel still kept coming.
Then, suddenly, his heart started racing, as well as his mind. He had hurt his opponent, but not enough.what worked.suddenly, it dawned on him.
Muscles tensed, Viteros stood still as Angel rushed toward him, blade raised, screaming in fury, and then just as he remembered.he backflipped, kicking Angel in the chin, throwing him onto his back. Viteros landed, jumped in the air, and landed with his foot on Angel's throat. Gripping it tightly, he lifted the man up and slammed him against a wall. The Devil grinned evilly and laughed out loud, his tone cold and merciless.
"Remember that move, Lashra? Remember? Remember!"
Suddenly, Angel looked straight into his eyes, and Viteros gasped, thrown back into memory again.
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"Doing good, Devil Nine. Very good. Your flip improves."
"Thank you Master Terisas. I try my best."
"And.Lashra, how are you doing?"
"Heh.Vit gets better every time with that move. I can take him, but that flip.gets me every time."
"Hmm.you'll have to work on that. And Viteros, you'll have to think of a way to deal with whatever Lashra dishes out for you!"
"Yes, master."
"Yes, master."
"Weapon training now. Ready?"
"Yes.my sword is here."
"And Viteros? Your gun?"
"Locked and loaded."
"Ready.go!"
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And I remember.that fight.we attacked each other, we were both good, and never gave an inch. Still.unless I resorted to that flip, he would win every time.except that time.
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"Aaargh! My.my chest.my heart."
"Heh. The best man wins, Vit. That's me!"
"You.no.you! YOU!"
"Vit? Vit? Viteros? What are you doing?!"
"AAARGH!"
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And that was the first time I changed. The first time I really saw why I am called a Devil. Power.power.so enticing, but the darkness.that undercurrent of darkness.always there.never fading.that was the power.always.
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Suddenly, he was jolted back by movement. Viteros shouted and slammed Angel's head brutally against the wall, still holding his neck. He smiled. "I'm going to win this time." He didn't notice the red tinge in the white of his eyes. "I'm going to win, Lashra! I'm going to kill you!"
Suddenly.
"Vit!" Zidane.
"Don't bother me Zidane!"
"Don't kill him!"
Viteros' voice was low and full of danger. "And why shouldn't I?"
Zidane lightly thumped his fist on his chest. "Because I help people. I don't want you to kill him cold-blooded. I can stand and watch someone die on the end of a blade in battle, but I can't watch you kill him like this."
"Zidane, you don't understand!" Viteros snarled, returning his gaze to Angel, who's eyes were wide and his face paler than normal. He gasped, weakly tugging at Viteros' metal hand.
"Please..." Zidane begged. Viteros watched Angel, his eyes flicked to Zidane, then back to the magenta eyes of the seraph. Snarling, he yanked his hand from the wall and took a step back, giving Angel room to breath. The seraph fell to his knees, clutching at his throat.
"You shall pay for that..." he hissed dangerously.
Viteros rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You see what you've done Zidane?"
Zidane didn't answer.
Angel staggered to his feet, bracing himself with a hand against the wall. His other hand was still at his throat.
"I shan't forget that, sir," he spat maliciously. He turned and stumbled off into the darkness of the Invincible's hallways, his wings rustling behind him. Viteros watched him leave, a calculating look on his face.
"Zidane..." he hissed.
"I'm sorry."
"You don't understand. I should have killed him. Finished our problems right now."
"What danger could he pose? I mean, we beat him once, right?" Zidane asked cautiously, aware that Viteros' temper was rising dangerously.
"You don't understand," he whispered through gritted teeth. Zidane flinched and drew away from the Devil, over to Kuja and Sephira, keeping quiet. Zidane watched Viteros out of the corner of his eye, with a little guilt. His actions had obviously had a very negative effect on the Devil. Viteros rolled his shoulders and swallowed, disgusted, almost appearing as though he were going to be sick.
"Vit...?" Zidane questioned quietly.
Viteros ignored Zidane and wiped a bit of blood from his mouth, licked his dry lips and turned to the others.
"What did he want?" Sephira asked quietly.
"You," was Viteros' simple reply. The Devil crossed his arms over his chest and shut his eyes, unaware of the blood still trickling from his mouth.
"I beg your pardon?" Sephira whispered. "What, pray, would he want with me?"
"You," Viteros repeated, licking the blood from his lips. He opened his eyes and pushed himself away from the wall. "That's all that can be said. You."
"I do not comprehend."
"Why does he want her?" Kuja asked, noticing that his companion was turning paler than normal.
"Her."
"Vit! Answer them!" Zidane yelled, growing weary of the repetitiveness of the conversation.
"That is the only answer I can give." He began to pace, then turned and faced them, his face unreadable. "I don't know why. That is why I can't give you a complete answer."
"Then why would he even come here?" Zidane questioned.
"Because he wants her."
"Why?"
"Have I not already answered this about a million times?" Viteros shouted, his patience snapping. "I don't have an answer, I can't give an answer, I can't even make an assumption until I learn more! I fact is that he wants her for some reason! Okay?"
Sephira let go of Kuja's hand and stood. Glaring at Viteros, possibly for his lack of information, she crouched down again and took one of Kuja's arms, helping him to stumble to his feet. When Kuja had regained his balance, she left him and strode over to Viteros. Raising her hand, obviously to slap him, he caught her wrist.
"I don't feel like being hit today, Lady Sephira," he remarked through gritted teeth. Glaring at her, still holding her wrist to restrain her, he commented, "I would watch myself if I were you."
Sephira tried to tug herself from his grip, crying out in anger. Viteros threw her from him, passing by her with no regard as she braced herself against the wall, snarling at him.
"Let's find someplace we can rest in peace."
Kuja stood up and pulled them apart. He still sounded wearied as he said, "And that place would be.?"
"Ipsen Castle.nobody goes there anymore. We can find refuge there for some time."
"Then let's get moving." Viteros pulled a small metal object out of his cloak and punched a few buttons.
Zidane walked over. "What is that?"
"My remote-caller/receiver for my airship," the other responded. "Thanks to this I can control my airship from a distance. I'm sending it to Ipsen, it'll.'meet' us there."
"Why don't we just ride it?"
"I'm sure that by now Garland has all of his defenses up and running at full alert now," said Kuja. "Should the ship come near the Invincible."
"Bang," said Viteros.
"Boom," finished Sephira. "But Viteros, it would seem you have already formulated an idea of how to leave this place?"
"That's where you two come in," he said. "I think you guys know how to use the teleporters?"
"Of course," she replied. "But we can not just walk up to the machines!"
"All that matters is that you know how to operate the things. We can take care of any resistance."
Zidane looked around. "You sure are cocky."
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They hurried to the teleporter entrances. Viteros looked at the blank holes and said, "These sure are weird little things."
"Just get in," said Kuja, and they all jumped over the edge and into the blackness.
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After a while, glowing, multicolored orbs floated near Ipsen Castle, where they turned into four figures.
Viteros stretched. "Whoah, that's a rush."
"Let's go," said Zidane.
As they neared the doors, Viteros uttered a profound epiphany.
"That's a big door.ow!"
Sephira brushed off her hands and walked in.
"Whoah.this is one screwed up place." Zidane walked past the group, looking around at the strange castle. "This place is just like a funhouse!"
And it was. Really, it was. Inverted items, a chandelier poking straight up out of the ground, a table somehow sitting on a wall, twisted doors, a huge sharp poke down from the ceiling, which was probably an upside-down roof.
"We should fan out," said Kuja, looking in all directions, "And look everywhere. No telling what little presents our friend Angel might have left us."
"Or.Terisas."
Zidane looked back. He didn't know who said that.probably Viteros, being grim again.
"Hey! Look at this room!"
Everyone went quickly, or as quickly as they could, to the sound of Viteros' voice.
They all found themselves in an enormous dining room, with everything paneled with mirrors, a table covered in mirrors, the walls, the ceiling, the chairs, even the door and doorknob.
It was a maddening sight, since mirrors reflected reflections of reflections again and again, so although the layout of the room was actually very simple, the simple view of it could drive someone insane. The only thing that wasn't a mirror was the food itself.
Viteros sat in a glass, reflective chair and lifted a nectarine. "Good to eat," he said through a mouth full of fruit, "strange, its not gone bad, but Sephira said no one comes here. No dust either."
"Perhaps we should not." began Kuja, but Zidane had already begun eating. Sephira and Kuja looked at the two with equal disdain.
Sephira started, "You cannot eat of the food you merely find, particularly in a place such as this! I-"
"Just eat," replied Viteros, handing her a mirrored spoon, "we've got to keep our strength up. What, the food's gonna be poisoned, or.?"
He shook his head. "I've had way enough chemicals for one day."
Suddenly, magnified like magic onto the huge, mirrored walls, they saw a black shape flare into massive being and then suddenly disappear. Viteros stood up, food forgotten. "What is."
Suddenly, the whole room seemed to be filled with black, with swishes of silver. Bits of mirror.and blades.
"Khamrask!" Viteros fired frantically. "Get out of here!" Shooting a last few defiant bullets into the mirrored chaos, he ran out himself.
Everyone followed suit, jumping over knocked over chairs and thrown bits of food, dodging swiping blades and fists. They all went out the door except Zidane, who was about to leave when suddenly, someone kicked him in the crook of the knee, bending his leg involuntarily. Zidane buckled and then stood up on a weakened leg and was about to catch up when a swift, dark shape fell before him, throwing him back onto the floor with surprise.
As the shape slowly stood up Zidane saw that it was a human, or at least humanoid, dressed in elaborate, large, purple silk. As the person stood up he saw it was a woman.
Most of her face was covered by the violet silk cloth, all but her right eye, which was a soft, emerald green. The brown hair, which was tied close to the head, flowed freely behind her, down to her waist.
"Who.who are.?"
Viteros whirled, Sephira and Kuja stopped and turned just ahead of him. "Wait."
"Greeting," came a soft voice from behind the cloth mask, "I am much enjoying for meet with you. Zidane, you are? This.Khamrask. Where Angel?"
"Angel's not here," said Zidane, maneuvering himself up to his hands and knees, "I thought he sent you."
The woman laughed lightly. "I hunt not man Angel! He, I, am serving same master. I hunt female Angel, only one. I hunting man Kuja also, man Devil, man Zidane. You Zidane. Where other rogue?"
"I'm here," said Viteros, stepping back through the doorway. "You're Khamrask?"
The ninja turned. "I Khamrask. You Devil man. I am much happy for meeting you with."
Strangely, a thought went through Zidane's mind. ~What a strange person.she doesn't talk very well.and her eye looks very strange.a sort of glow.~
Viteros crossed his arms. "So.what? Why do you want to meet with us?"
"I am you searching," she replied, "I you.looked? Seen?"
Kuja raised an eyebrow. "Found?"
"Yes," said the woman, "Found. That right."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she produced a long sword. "Found I you. Found. Now, come you me with."
Viteros threw an empty clip to the ground. He pointed his metal hand at her. "I.don't think so."
"Choice.you.not."
Suddenly, she leapt into the air. Everyone looked up in surprise. The thoughts ran frantically inside Zidane's head: No one can jump that high!
She came down on Viteros, who dodged, spinning, and turned to kick her, but she dodged quickly away and ran back, sword held in front. Even while fighting, Viteros shouted, "Zidane! Take Kuja and Sephira! Check the Devil Agenda!"
Zidane scrambled to his feet and followed the two, who were already stepping back gingerly. "We simply cannot leave him to-" Sephira began, but Kuja grabbed her and ran.
The quick movements of the air and the bang of guns echoed through the halls.