A/N: Well, I got a few more comments for the last chapter. Thanks to itaki-
chan, Prexistence, and Kidbuux (where did you get that name from?) I do
like Garnet, Prexistence, but she doesn't like Kuja!
I've had a lot of trouble with insanity lately. Our school is doing a Newspaper day deely where each class in my year has one day in which to make a broadsheet newspaper. And I am... sub- editor! I didn't want to be Editor. Too much responsibility, too much stress.
I recently found a LOAD more sexy pics of a certain silver- haired angel... and a certain peroxide- blonde haired vampire... drools oh, I wish I could draw that well...
"Are you all right?"
Kuja looked up through his tears, and saw a young woman in a green dress which perfectly set off her sparkling eyes. She had long auburn hair that fell gracefully over her shoulders as she peered down at him.
"Not really."
"You ought to go home. Don't sit out here in the middle of the street."
Kuja snorted. "My home was destroyed years ago. That is, if I could ever call that place home."
"What about a drink then? There's a mini- theatre near here."
Kuja hauled himself up. "Very well."
Kuja and the woman, whose name was Cleo Warner, sat together in the mini- theatre, watching Lord Avon's 'Thorn On A Rose' whilst drinking Hot Chocobos.
"Don't you have anywhere to stay?"
"Not yet," Kuja replied, "but I've only just arrived."
"I've been looking for a new shop assistant. I'll give you a place to sleep if you'll help me. What do you say?"
"Thank you very much, but I don't want to be any trouble."
"No, really, it's okay. I have a spare bed for when my relatives visit. It'll be no trouble at all."
"Well, if you insist..." Kuja held out his hand for Cleo to shake. "It's a deal, Miss Warner."
"Call me Cleo."
"Cleo."
The next day, Kuja was woken early by Cleo's cheery voice.
"Come on! Wake up!"
Groggily, Kuja half- pulled himself out of bed, then realised he wasn't wearing anything and threw the covers back on. "Cleo!"
Cleo giggled. "Don't worry, I've seen it all before. Your clothes are hung up in the wardrobe."
Once Cleo had gone, Kuja got dressed and went downstairs to meet Cleo, who immediately presented him with a shopping list. "I need this stuff. The shops you should get them from are written beside, right? Next to that is the price. Don't let anyone rip you off." She handed him a heavy pouch. "That should cover it. Be back for ten, I'll need you here."
"Right." said Kuja, staring at the list. There were at least forty items on the list. How was he supposed to buy them all from the correct shops before ten? Nevertheless, he said nothing of that, pulled his hood down, and left.
Once he had gone, Cleo let out an exhausted sigh. This mission was going to be easier than she had thought. She probably hadn't needed this disguise. Kuja was going to have to learn not to be so trusting...
Kuja returned with several heavy bags. "I think I got everything."
"Fantastic." Cleo said disinterestedly. "Now, why don't you put those bags down and follow me?" she ran up the stairs.
Kuja dropped the shopping in a corner and followed her curiously. "Cleo, what's this-"he stopped. Cleo was sat on the bed. She unbuttoned her heavy jacket. Underneath, Kuja could see that she had an incredible figure. She was so beautiful... he'd never seen anyone so beautiful. Her eyes were like gems, polished and sparkling... her hair flowed down her back in glorious auburn waves. "Cleo..."
"Kiss me, Kuja." she said passionately.
How could Kuja do anything else? She was so beautiful... so mesmerisingly beautiful... he leant forward and kissed her on the lips, desire flooding his body. He wanted nothing else but her... right now, that was all that mattered.
Sir Fratley 'Irontail' was travelling through Gizamaluke's Grotto. He opened a door to find the great bell which was once rung everyday by the Grotto's inhabitants lying unused and dilapidated on the floor. A small moogle ran past. "Excuse me," Fratley said, "but why has the bell been taken down?"
"Oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" said the moogle. "You have Kupo Nut?"
Fratley sighed and handed the nut to the moogle.
"It fell down! The bell fell down! A long time ago! Yeah! Um, um, um, um, yeah! It fell down right on top of my husband! Kupo! Yeah! Um, yeah!"
"Who are you?" Fratley said, smiling slightly at the creature's odd speech.
"Oh- oh- oh, yeah! I'm Moguta!"
"Oh, Atla's cousin."
"Um, um, um, um, yeah! Atla's my cousin, kupo! Yeah!"
"Is the passage still open from here to the plateau?"
"Kupo! Yeah! But it's very dangerous, kupo!"
"Thank you."
"Bye, kupo!"
Sir Fratley climbed up the vines onto the plateau above. In the forest he was in, he was relatively safe. But when he ventured out onto the grasslands, there would be Grand Dragons, a much more dangerous quarry. But it didn't matter, because that was what Fratley wanted. He got through the forest quickly and soon saw a Grand Dragon. The dragon noticed him and cast Thundara. Fratley laughed, as his armour was specifically selected to fighting these beasts and their Thunder attacks and protected him well. He slashed mercilessly with his spear, making the dragon roar and lash out with his claws. Fratley grunted with pain, the beast's attack having caught him directly in the chest. Blood seeped through his clothes, but he stayed standing and managed to deliver a brutal gash to the beast's throat. The huge winged lizard swayed, and fell with a crash. Just to be sure, Fratley severed the neck and stole anything of value from the dragon.
"Neatly done."
Fratley spun around to see two tall, fair youths stood behind him, one with a strange- looking gun pointed directly at him.
"Put your spear down. Keep your hands where I can see them." Said the youth with the gun.
Fratley did as he was asked. "Who are you?" he said.
"Never you mind."
"Shut up and just fire the damn thing!" said the second youth.
"Oh, right." said the first youth.
He pulled the trigger.
Fratley's world dissolved into black as he slumped to the ground...
A/N: I'm listening to the Beatles, and they ROCK!!! sings I wanna be a paperback writer...
Kuja: Be quiet!
Jukka: I thought you liked my singing, Jude!
Kuja: Yesterday I said that. This is now!
Jukka: Yesterday... all my troubles seemed so far away...
Kuja: BE QUIET!!!
Jukka: meep. whispers She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Kuja: stabs Jukka
Jukka: Help! I need somebody...
I've had a lot of trouble with insanity lately. Our school is doing a Newspaper day deely where each class in my year has one day in which to make a broadsheet newspaper. And I am... sub- editor! I didn't want to be Editor. Too much responsibility, too much stress.
I recently found a LOAD more sexy pics of a certain silver- haired angel... and a certain peroxide- blonde haired vampire... drools oh, I wish I could draw that well...
"Are you all right?"
Kuja looked up through his tears, and saw a young woman in a green dress which perfectly set off her sparkling eyes. She had long auburn hair that fell gracefully over her shoulders as she peered down at him.
"Not really."
"You ought to go home. Don't sit out here in the middle of the street."
Kuja snorted. "My home was destroyed years ago. That is, if I could ever call that place home."
"What about a drink then? There's a mini- theatre near here."
Kuja hauled himself up. "Very well."
Kuja and the woman, whose name was Cleo Warner, sat together in the mini- theatre, watching Lord Avon's 'Thorn On A Rose' whilst drinking Hot Chocobos.
"Don't you have anywhere to stay?"
"Not yet," Kuja replied, "but I've only just arrived."
"I've been looking for a new shop assistant. I'll give you a place to sleep if you'll help me. What do you say?"
"Thank you very much, but I don't want to be any trouble."
"No, really, it's okay. I have a spare bed for when my relatives visit. It'll be no trouble at all."
"Well, if you insist..." Kuja held out his hand for Cleo to shake. "It's a deal, Miss Warner."
"Call me Cleo."
"Cleo."
The next day, Kuja was woken early by Cleo's cheery voice.
"Come on! Wake up!"
Groggily, Kuja half- pulled himself out of bed, then realised he wasn't wearing anything and threw the covers back on. "Cleo!"
Cleo giggled. "Don't worry, I've seen it all before. Your clothes are hung up in the wardrobe."
Once Cleo had gone, Kuja got dressed and went downstairs to meet Cleo, who immediately presented him with a shopping list. "I need this stuff. The shops you should get them from are written beside, right? Next to that is the price. Don't let anyone rip you off." She handed him a heavy pouch. "That should cover it. Be back for ten, I'll need you here."
"Right." said Kuja, staring at the list. There were at least forty items on the list. How was he supposed to buy them all from the correct shops before ten? Nevertheless, he said nothing of that, pulled his hood down, and left.
Once he had gone, Cleo let out an exhausted sigh. This mission was going to be easier than she had thought. She probably hadn't needed this disguise. Kuja was going to have to learn not to be so trusting...
Kuja returned with several heavy bags. "I think I got everything."
"Fantastic." Cleo said disinterestedly. "Now, why don't you put those bags down and follow me?" she ran up the stairs.
Kuja dropped the shopping in a corner and followed her curiously. "Cleo, what's this-"he stopped. Cleo was sat on the bed. She unbuttoned her heavy jacket. Underneath, Kuja could see that she had an incredible figure. She was so beautiful... he'd never seen anyone so beautiful. Her eyes were like gems, polished and sparkling... her hair flowed down her back in glorious auburn waves. "Cleo..."
"Kiss me, Kuja." she said passionately.
How could Kuja do anything else? She was so beautiful... so mesmerisingly beautiful... he leant forward and kissed her on the lips, desire flooding his body. He wanted nothing else but her... right now, that was all that mattered.
Sir Fratley 'Irontail' was travelling through Gizamaluke's Grotto. He opened a door to find the great bell which was once rung everyday by the Grotto's inhabitants lying unused and dilapidated on the floor. A small moogle ran past. "Excuse me," Fratley said, "but why has the bell been taken down?"
"Oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" said the moogle. "You have Kupo Nut?"
Fratley sighed and handed the nut to the moogle.
"It fell down! The bell fell down! A long time ago! Yeah! Um, um, um, um, yeah! It fell down right on top of my husband! Kupo! Yeah! Um, yeah!"
"Who are you?" Fratley said, smiling slightly at the creature's odd speech.
"Oh- oh- oh, yeah! I'm Moguta!"
"Oh, Atla's cousin."
"Um, um, um, um, yeah! Atla's my cousin, kupo! Yeah!"
"Is the passage still open from here to the plateau?"
"Kupo! Yeah! But it's very dangerous, kupo!"
"Thank you."
"Bye, kupo!"
Sir Fratley climbed up the vines onto the plateau above. In the forest he was in, he was relatively safe. But when he ventured out onto the grasslands, there would be Grand Dragons, a much more dangerous quarry. But it didn't matter, because that was what Fratley wanted. He got through the forest quickly and soon saw a Grand Dragon. The dragon noticed him and cast Thundara. Fratley laughed, as his armour was specifically selected to fighting these beasts and their Thunder attacks and protected him well. He slashed mercilessly with his spear, making the dragon roar and lash out with his claws. Fratley grunted with pain, the beast's attack having caught him directly in the chest. Blood seeped through his clothes, but he stayed standing and managed to deliver a brutal gash to the beast's throat. The huge winged lizard swayed, and fell with a crash. Just to be sure, Fratley severed the neck and stole anything of value from the dragon.
"Neatly done."
Fratley spun around to see two tall, fair youths stood behind him, one with a strange- looking gun pointed directly at him.
"Put your spear down. Keep your hands where I can see them." Said the youth with the gun.
Fratley did as he was asked. "Who are you?" he said.
"Never you mind."
"Shut up and just fire the damn thing!" said the second youth.
"Oh, right." said the first youth.
He pulled the trigger.
Fratley's world dissolved into black as he slumped to the ground...
A/N: I'm listening to the Beatles, and they ROCK!!! sings I wanna be a paperback writer...
Kuja: Be quiet!
Jukka: I thought you liked my singing, Jude!
Kuja: Yesterday I said that. This is now!
Jukka: Yesterday... all my troubles seemed so far away...
Kuja: BE QUIET!!!
Jukka: meep. whispers She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Kuja: stabs Jukka
Jukka: Help! I need somebody...