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As many who've played the Video Game will realise, Ultimecia has an accent... think mad-scientist... but in the portions of her speech, I don't add them because of understandibility issues.
Perfect Soldier 01 - Victims of abuse usually handle it in different ways [I speak from experience here], they either close themselves off from everyone, become anti-men, hate to be touched. The other usual patterns are them becoming hyper-obsessed over it, and wanting as much as they can get. What I'm doing with Fujin is pretty basic: to the outside world she's bitter and mysterious, but with Seifer and Rajin over the years she has learned to trust them, and has used her body as a testing ground for showing how she feels. Basically, Seifer is her only hope, he can heal her in ways even her sisterly relationship with Rajin can't. But more on that will come later on in the story. :) Remember, she was a little girl when it happened. I see what you're saying, though.
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The Sorceress sighed heavily before vaporating a chair. It had been a harsh day. Damn this Edea and her moral sentimentality! To think she could be getting the upper hand again... I must concentrate. The Sorceress thought, feet practically floating to her throne, and the power it held. The throne was her mechanism for control, it was the embodiment of her magic, something solid that transcended time, just like Griever. She knew what was happening, she knew the past, saw the patterns, but this time one fundimental thing changed: Fujin. She had already tasted the pleasures of the Sorceress Knight, and he had given himself to her. She might be able to save him.
"Ultimecia! Stop, please! Let them be happy!" Edea sobbed, screeching past the thought processes that kept the real persona of the Sorceress' body at bay. Ultimecia could see what made Edea uncomfortable, she had raised them. All of them except for the daughter of Calloway. She could still change things enough that Ultimecia could win. This was not supposed to be how it happened, her only course of action was to show Edea the future as it would be if Ultimecia had her will, so stretching a steaming brew of magic into the possessed woman, Ultimecia wove a tapestry of the future she was trying to create, plus or minus vengeful hatred for every living thing.
Edea sank into a sovereign dankness, before righting herself and seeing Seifer sitting beside the Throne, his arm hanging over Fujin who sat one step below, her head resting on his chest and Rajin flanking him, standing armed and ready beside the Sorceress. Edea sat in her throne, she was holding court. Squall Leonheart, and his batch of SeeD cronies kneeled on the floor chained, as Edea saw herself wave her hand to blow them away. A blast of energy surrounded them, as Squall gave out a gutteral groan of battle, and threw himself over Rinoa. Quistis and Zell were blown to the other side of the room only slightly hurt, as Irvine threw his trench coat over Selphie and hugged her to him, kissing her harshly. As the dust settled, two of them were dead: Irvine laid crumpled over the body of Selphie, the ultimate sacrifice for the lovers. Zell moaned, and tried to get up, as his leg cracked, and he crumpled back down in pain. Quistis was quickly hustled into the arms of the Lieutenant, a fitting prize for a job well done as Squall rolled off Rinoa, and struggled to stand, Rinoa in the fetal position tangled slightly at his feet bleeding from a gash in her head and a bloody nose. Edea yelped, as she watched them take Irvine and Selphie's bodies, so peaceful, so free; Zell coughed blood, then growled low as the guards tried to lift him, and Seifer stood, bringing Fujin with him, motioning for 'Chicken-wuss' to be thrown into the Training Center. Tears fell freely out of Edea's eyes as Seifer circled Squall, Fujin stepping back beside Rajin, as Seifer spat on Rinoa, yanked Squall to his knees, but every time Seifer yanked Squall down, he would struggle back up. It didn't matter when Seifer took up Irvine's riffle, shot Squall in the leg, he still struggled back up, gritting his teeth and praying to something to get them out of the horror. Squall didn't have to wait long. Seifer told the guards to chain Squall and Rinoa facing each other, then to do whatever they wanted to her, saying casually to Squall that he could save Rinoa if he divulged the information of SeeD's allies and the whereabouts of Ellone. Squall merely gasped, fell to his knees, a tear straining to pluck at his eye, whispered something in Rinoa's ear, stood once more, stumbling up as shudders of pain were evidently passing through his body like tidal waves, and told Seifer to stuff it. Fujin came over to Seifer, put her arms on him in a side embrace, leaning her head onto Seifer's shoulder as Seifer bent down and kissed her gruffly before slinging his arm around her, snarling at Squall that he was happy Squall was such a tight-wad, and to make sure to tell Rinoa he could have saved her.
Turning to the shadowed figure beside her, Edea pleaded,
"Please no. They are only children! Do not do this"
"There is more"
The throne room scene shifted as a luxurious bedroom engulfed the pair, filling Edea's nostrils with perfume and fine wine. Scattered everywhere were the clothing Seifer and Fujin generally wore, Edea followed the line of clothing to the bed, where Seifer and Fujin were climaxing beneath the sheets, clinging to each other as release came and Seifer fell onto the bed, smiling like a predator after a meal. There was no love in that, Edea thought, sorrow engulfing her, making her question how hard it would be to fight, knowing full well that Ultimecia was trying to break her, trying to have a clean vessel to manipulate, but it would not be her. She looked back to the pair and shuddered as Fujin sat up in bed, bringing her knees to her chin, rocking herself slightly as tears soaked the sheets below her eyes. Letting out a sob, she gasped as Seifer opened his eyes to see her crying, holding her knees. She tried to scamper off the bed, blindly flailing for anything that would pry her free, but Seifer seized her and her yelp was broken off as he kissed her heartily on the lips. Fujin put up a brief struggle, before Seifer yanked her back down to the bed, uttered something about teaching Fujin her place and locking her hands down above her head as he kissed her again, completely breaking her spirit as a rush of wind left her, and she returned the kiss.
"That is not how it is supposed to be." Edea whispered dejectedly, walking over to Fujin and placed a shadowed hand on her hair,
"That is not how it is..." she gasped, turning back to Ultimecia with a surprised smile,
"Fujin changed that! Seifer loves her! They've already committed themselves together in love! There's a difference... hope exists" Edea stammered, standing proudly as the scene shifted to Edea's will and revealed Seifer and Fujin in the ballroom.
"The future is not set, there are different options one can take" Ultimecia spat,
"Free will. They've proved theirs" Edea motioned to the dancing pair, swinging each other around and smiling seductively, and happily all at once.
"They are fools. Fujin will never have a child if this becomes reality!" Ultimecia said, letting her concentration slip enough that Edea was able to take a look into Ultimecia's past. Gasping, Edea stepped back, the scene fading into what she had seen: Fujin sitting in a rocking chair, a child in her arms as Seifer walked in, smiled at the scene, kissed Fujin's forehead and the child's forehead as well. Edea looked to Ultimecia, she could swear Ultimecia had a tear in her eye as the Grey haired Sorceress spoke,
"My mother never knew her father, he was killed at the hands of a vengeful Laguna Loire who, after the death of his son, blew a hole in Deling City big enough to rival the Lunar Cry crater in Trabia, that was the last time Fujin saw Seifer, one last kiss and he stepped out of Galbadia Garden to attend to business in Deling, where Ellone was rumoured to be. It was a trap. Laguna loured him there, massacred close to a million people just to end what he called madness. Fujin ended up running for the rest of her life, my mother in tow, Rajin acting as bodyguard and father to his friends' child. Eventually Esthar found them, sentenced the two to prison, but my mother fled, being raised by Ellone and an aging Dr. Odine. When a stranger appeared, and took my mother into his arms... she died when I was 76. So old... so fragile, she deserved to die, to stop the pain of living when she had nothing left to life for, so i ended her. And everyone else she cared about, why keep her lonely in the afterlife?"
Edea was shocked at her own self, she had actually for a moment felt sympathetic.
"You are nothing but a spoiled, insane brat. Do you think that because you couldn't control me that you would get me to justify your actions? When that failed, that you would make me pity you? Feel sorry for you? I don't. How dare you think about taking their love away, just because you are so bitter about having none yourself!"
Ultimecia fumed, seeming to double her size and stare down the woman in black with firey eyes. Edea stood her ground,
"You don't scare me anymore. I know all your secrets, your tactics, you need me! Tell me, Ultimecia, have you ever played chess with Diablos?"
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Fujin sat in her room meditating, her Pinwheel behind her and a slight wind building up around her. She didn't notice when Seifer came in wielding Hyperion, she didn't even notice when he sat down on her too perfectly made bed, but she did notice when he breathed her name on the wind.
"Fujin" his voice came softer than a whisper, and so completely engulfed in sadness, triumph, blood lust and brokeness her wind picked him up and brought her to rest on the floor beside him.
"CONFLICTING" she stated, touching a finger to his scar as she opened her eye.
"I didn't know you could do that" Seifer mumbled, his lips forming a question as his eyes sank back to the bed. Knowing what he was looking at, Fujin sighed,
"ALONE"
"Not anymore," Seifer said, taking her hands in his,
"BATTLE?"
"Soon... it help?" he asked, motioning with his head to her meditative stance.
"AFFIRMATIVE" Fujin said, falling silent as she closed her eye and Seifer felt a tinge of a breeze building up around them again. He tried to close his eyes, concentrate on her image burned into his eyelids, the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin on his, the smell of her hair, the look of her beside him in the morning, but all he could think of was that damned beggar on the street corner.
'No one ever looks at the corner, if they look at all, it's at the beggar in pity or disgust. But I look, I see what he is hiding, what he has behind him, under him, cloaked around him so snuggly it keeps the deamons away: he has love. There is a picture he holds in his hand, of him in better days, smiling with a lover in his arms, so happy, so free, so lost in each other that it doesn't matter what choices he will make, what time has done. Around the next corner could be oblivion, but it doesn't matter, because in the moment he is in, the beggar is happy, even though the lover is gone, even though he hasn't felt the lover's lips for endless moments, she is still with him, and that gives him comfort to get on the box just as hope gave the words to say upon it. Then I realise I am standing under the beggar's shadow, dressed in rags like him, both eyes open, and I am touching his arm, I am the lover. I have always been. I will always be, and I am always there, does he notice?'
- Nobus Ordo Saeclorum
Rajin walked in the room clutching his staff, solemnly allowing his muscular bulk to graze the doorway before stepping into the whirlwind. He hated this part, this war, not to mention he heard the Lieutenant bragging about Edea's order concerning them. The Lieutenant was going to be drinking through a straw for a while.
"Fu, Seifer. It's time, ya know" he said, knowing they would hear them, allowing the seriousness of his voice to tame the winds, as his posse came into view. Seifer stood, raised Fujin up and grabbed Hyperion, walking out of the door fast enough Rajin only caught a glimpse of the smirk gracing Seifer's lips. Rajin lowered his head, waiting for Fujin to follow, scanning the silver haired woman as she picked up her pinwheel and turned, her hair bending slightly before falling back to it's normal position. She was powerful. She was brave. He was awed at her ability to psyche up for battle, and he followed as she led the way. I've got your back Fu, he said silently, wishing that Fate didn't have a set path, that everything could change. Hurry Squall, hurry.
As many who've played the Video Game will realise, Ultimecia has an accent... think mad-scientist... but in the portions of her speech, I don't add them because of understandibility issues.
Perfect Soldier 01 - Victims of abuse usually handle it in different ways [I speak from experience here], they either close themselves off from everyone, become anti-men, hate to be touched. The other usual patterns are them becoming hyper-obsessed over it, and wanting as much as they can get. What I'm doing with Fujin is pretty basic: to the outside world she's bitter and mysterious, but with Seifer and Rajin over the years she has learned to trust them, and has used her body as a testing ground for showing how she feels. Basically, Seifer is her only hope, he can heal her in ways even her sisterly relationship with Rajin can't. But more on that will come later on in the story. :) Remember, she was a little girl when it happened. I see what you're saying, though.
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The Sorceress sighed heavily before vaporating a chair. It had been a harsh day. Damn this Edea and her moral sentimentality! To think she could be getting the upper hand again... I must concentrate. The Sorceress thought, feet practically floating to her throne, and the power it held. The throne was her mechanism for control, it was the embodiment of her magic, something solid that transcended time, just like Griever. She knew what was happening, she knew the past, saw the patterns, but this time one fundimental thing changed: Fujin. She had already tasted the pleasures of the Sorceress Knight, and he had given himself to her. She might be able to save him.
"Ultimecia! Stop, please! Let them be happy!" Edea sobbed, screeching past the thought processes that kept the real persona of the Sorceress' body at bay. Ultimecia could see what made Edea uncomfortable, she had raised them. All of them except for the daughter of Calloway. She could still change things enough that Ultimecia could win. This was not supposed to be how it happened, her only course of action was to show Edea the future as it would be if Ultimecia had her will, so stretching a steaming brew of magic into the possessed woman, Ultimecia wove a tapestry of the future she was trying to create, plus or minus vengeful hatred for every living thing.
Edea sank into a sovereign dankness, before righting herself and seeing Seifer sitting beside the Throne, his arm hanging over Fujin who sat one step below, her head resting on his chest and Rajin flanking him, standing armed and ready beside the Sorceress. Edea sat in her throne, she was holding court. Squall Leonheart, and his batch of SeeD cronies kneeled on the floor chained, as Edea saw herself wave her hand to blow them away. A blast of energy surrounded them, as Squall gave out a gutteral groan of battle, and threw himself over Rinoa. Quistis and Zell were blown to the other side of the room only slightly hurt, as Irvine threw his trench coat over Selphie and hugged her to him, kissing her harshly. As the dust settled, two of them were dead: Irvine laid crumpled over the body of Selphie, the ultimate sacrifice for the lovers. Zell moaned, and tried to get up, as his leg cracked, and he crumpled back down in pain. Quistis was quickly hustled into the arms of the Lieutenant, a fitting prize for a job well done as Squall rolled off Rinoa, and struggled to stand, Rinoa in the fetal position tangled slightly at his feet bleeding from a gash in her head and a bloody nose. Edea yelped, as she watched them take Irvine and Selphie's bodies, so peaceful, so free; Zell coughed blood, then growled low as the guards tried to lift him, and Seifer stood, bringing Fujin with him, motioning for 'Chicken-wuss' to be thrown into the Training Center. Tears fell freely out of Edea's eyes as Seifer circled Squall, Fujin stepping back beside Rajin, as Seifer spat on Rinoa, yanked Squall to his knees, but every time Seifer yanked Squall down, he would struggle back up. It didn't matter when Seifer took up Irvine's riffle, shot Squall in the leg, he still struggled back up, gritting his teeth and praying to something to get them out of the horror. Squall didn't have to wait long. Seifer told the guards to chain Squall and Rinoa facing each other, then to do whatever they wanted to her, saying casually to Squall that he could save Rinoa if he divulged the information of SeeD's allies and the whereabouts of Ellone. Squall merely gasped, fell to his knees, a tear straining to pluck at his eye, whispered something in Rinoa's ear, stood once more, stumbling up as shudders of pain were evidently passing through his body like tidal waves, and told Seifer to stuff it. Fujin came over to Seifer, put her arms on him in a side embrace, leaning her head onto Seifer's shoulder as Seifer bent down and kissed her gruffly before slinging his arm around her, snarling at Squall that he was happy Squall was such a tight-wad, and to make sure to tell Rinoa he could have saved her.
Turning to the shadowed figure beside her, Edea pleaded,
"Please no. They are only children! Do not do this"
"There is more"
The throne room scene shifted as a luxurious bedroom engulfed the pair, filling Edea's nostrils with perfume and fine wine. Scattered everywhere were the clothing Seifer and Fujin generally wore, Edea followed the line of clothing to the bed, where Seifer and Fujin were climaxing beneath the sheets, clinging to each other as release came and Seifer fell onto the bed, smiling like a predator after a meal. There was no love in that, Edea thought, sorrow engulfing her, making her question how hard it would be to fight, knowing full well that Ultimecia was trying to break her, trying to have a clean vessel to manipulate, but it would not be her. She looked back to the pair and shuddered as Fujin sat up in bed, bringing her knees to her chin, rocking herself slightly as tears soaked the sheets below her eyes. Letting out a sob, she gasped as Seifer opened his eyes to see her crying, holding her knees. She tried to scamper off the bed, blindly flailing for anything that would pry her free, but Seifer seized her and her yelp was broken off as he kissed her heartily on the lips. Fujin put up a brief struggle, before Seifer yanked her back down to the bed, uttered something about teaching Fujin her place and locking her hands down above her head as he kissed her again, completely breaking her spirit as a rush of wind left her, and she returned the kiss.
"That is not how it is supposed to be." Edea whispered dejectedly, walking over to Fujin and placed a shadowed hand on her hair,
"That is not how it is..." she gasped, turning back to Ultimecia with a surprised smile,
"Fujin changed that! Seifer loves her! They've already committed themselves together in love! There's a difference... hope exists" Edea stammered, standing proudly as the scene shifted to Edea's will and revealed Seifer and Fujin in the ballroom.
"The future is not set, there are different options one can take" Ultimecia spat,
"Free will. They've proved theirs" Edea motioned to the dancing pair, swinging each other around and smiling seductively, and happily all at once.
"They are fools. Fujin will never have a child if this becomes reality!" Ultimecia said, letting her concentration slip enough that Edea was able to take a look into Ultimecia's past. Gasping, Edea stepped back, the scene fading into what she had seen: Fujin sitting in a rocking chair, a child in her arms as Seifer walked in, smiled at the scene, kissed Fujin's forehead and the child's forehead as well. Edea looked to Ultimecia, she could swear Ultimecia had a tear in her eye as the Grey haired Sorceress spoke,
"My mother never knew her father, he was killed at the hands of a vengeful Laguna Loire who, after the death of his son, blew a hole in Deling City big enough to rival the Lunar Cry crater in Trabia, that was the last time Fujin saw Seifer, one last kiss and he stepped out of Galbadia Garden to attend to business in Deling, where Ellone was rumoured to be. It was a trap. Laguna loured him there, massacred close to a million people just to end what he called madness. Fujin ended up running for the rest of her life, my mother in tow, Rajin acting as bodyguard and father to his friends' child. Eventually Esthar found them, sentenced the two to prison, but my mother fled, being raised by Ellone and an aging Dr. Odine. When a stranger appeared, and took my mother into his arms... she died when I was 76. So old... so fragile, she deserved to die, to stop the pain of living when she had nothing left to life for, so i ended her. And everyone else she cared about, why keep her lonely in the afterlife?"
Edea was shocked at her own self, she had actually for a moment felt sympathetic.
"You are nothing but a spoiled, insane brat. Do you think that because you couldn't control me that you would get me to justify your actions? When that failed, that you would make me pity you? Feel sorry for you? I don't. How dare you think about taking their love away, just because you are so bitter about having none yourself!"
Ultimecia fumed, seeming to double her size and stare down the woman in black with firey eyes. Edea stood her ground,
"You don't scare me anymore. I know all your secrets, your tactics, you need me! Tell me, Ultimecia, have you ever played chess with Diablos?"
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Fujin sat in her room meditating, her Pinwheel behind her and a slight wind building up around her. She didn't notice when Seifer came in wielding Hyperion, she didn't even notice when he sat down on her too perfectly made bed, but she did notice when he breathed her name on the wind.
"Fujin" his voice came softer than a whisper, and so completely engulfed in sadness, triumph, blood lust and brokeness her wind picked him up and brought her to rest on the floor beside him.
"CONFLICTING" she stated, touching a finger to his scar as she opened her eye.
"I didn't know you could do that" Seifer mumbled, his lips forming a question as his eyes sank back to the bed. Knowing what he was looking at, Fujin sighed,
"ALONE"
"Not anymore," Seifer said, taking her hands in his,
"BATTLE?"
"Soon... it help?" he asked, motioning with his head to her meditative stance.
"AFFIRMATIVE" Fujin said, falling silent as she closed her eye and Seifer felt a tinge of a breeze building up around them again. He tried to close his eyes, concentrate on her image burned into his eyelids, the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin on his, the smell of her hair, the look of her beside him in the morning, but all he could think of was that damned beggar on the street corner.
'No one ever looks at the corner, if they look at all, it's at the beggar in pity or disgust. But I look, I see what he is hiding, what he has behind him, under him, cloaked around him so snuggly it keeps the deamons away: he has love. There is a picture he holds in his hand, of him in better days, smiling with a lover in his arms, so happy, so free, so lost in each other that it doesn't matter what choices he will make, what time has done. Around the next corner could be oblivion, but it doesn't matter, because in the moment he is in, the beggar is happy, even though the lover is gone, even though he hasn't felt the lover's lips for endless moments, she is still with him, and that gives him comfort to get on the box just as hope gave the words to say upon it. Then I realise I am standing under the beggar's shadow, dressed in rags like him, both eyes open, and I am touching his arm, I am the lover. I have always been. I will always be, and I am always there, does he notice?'
- Nobus Ordo Saeclorum
Rajin walked in the room clutching his staff, solemnly allowing his muscular bulk to graze the doorway before stepping into the whirlwind. He hated this part, this war, not to mention he heard the Lieutenant bragging about Edea's order concerning them. The Lieutenant was going to be drinking through a straw for a while.
"Fu, Seifer. It's time, ya know" he said, knowing they would hear them, allowing the seriousness of his voice to tame the winds, as his posse came into view. Seifer stood, raised Fujin up and grabbed Hyperion, walking out of the door fast enough Rajin only caught a glimpse of the smirk gracing Seifer's lips. Rajin lowered his head, waiting for Fujin to follow, scanning the silver haired woman as she picked up her pinwheel and turned, her hair bending slightly before falling back to it's normal position. She was powerful. She was brave. He was awed at her ability to psyche up for battle, and he followed as she led the way. I've got your back Fu, he said silently, wishing that Fate didn't have a set path, that everything could change. Hurry Squall, hurry.