"You don't know how you've betrayed me
And somehow you've got everybody fooled
Without the mask where will you hide? Can't find yourself; lost in your lie I know the truth now I know who you are And I don't love you anymore."
Evanescence, Everybody's Fool
Kuja and Cleo were meant to be together, there could never be anything else. All he felt for her was a deep, gut- wrenching desire. He knew she felt the same way. Every day they were together. That was all that mattered.
It was a wet summer night, and Kuja and Cleo were showing their passion for each other between the sheets of Cleo's bed. Kuja had never met anyone so vibrant; so colourful. He loved the way her hands moved when she talked; he loved the way her hair looked in the rain. He loved everything about her and everything she did.
"Kuja," she breathed, "I've got something to show you."
She got up and pulled on her cloak.
"Where are we going?" asked Kuja, doing the same.
"It's a secret." Cleo winked. "Follow me."
She left the room and slid down the banister. Kuja chased after her, wondering what this new game was. Cleo opened the door and ran out into the rain. Kuja followed. Cleo ran through the deserted streets and entered the church. Kuja dashed after her. Cleo climbed the belltower and up onto the rooftops. Kuja climbed after her. Cleo skipped over the rooftops, easily jumping over the slippery gaps between houses. Kuja followed, increasingly more puzzled. Suddenly, Cleo turned and looked up at the sky.
"This is the place."
Kuja stopped and followed her eyeline. All he could see was clouds, pouring with rain. "Cleo-"Kuja was cut off by the sight of a huge red airship descending from the sky, cutting through the clouds like a knife through butter. On the outside deck stood a man, tall and imposing, unlike any Kuja had ever seen before. His face was twisted by dragon scales, and his right hand was replaced by huge red claws.
"You don't remember me, do you, Kuja?" he shouted over the noise of the wind. "My name is Phiran. And I shall be your doom."
Cleo giggled. "All this time you thought I was someone else." She said, climbing aboard the ship. "I made you love me, and you thought I loved you. You fell straight into our trap!" She stood beside Phiran and clapped her hands. It was if Kuja had been his on the head with a hammer. He blinked, and Kerne had transformed. Her hair became blonder and glossier. Her eyes turned bright blue, and she became taller. She laughed. "I am Kerne! Not Cleo!"
"Kerne?" Kuja reeled from the shock. What had he done? He could remember nothing of the past three months. The last thing he could remember was being thrown out of the palace, and then... and then...
Phiran blasted Kuja with a Firaga, catching him off- guard, and knocking him from the roof. The ship took off, and sailed into the distance. Kuja was left hanging from a balcony, badly hurt by the shock of Kerne's transformation and the Firaga. "Help me..." he croaked, hoping desperately someone would hear...
Demeyra couldn't sleep. The rain was thudding on the roof, and where it had leaked, the rain dripped with a metallic clang into the pans that she had put under the holes. She sat in her bed, shifting and turning to try and get some sleep. Suddenly, she heard a huge bang, and a thud, as if someone had fallen off the roof. She leapt out of bed, pulled on her silk dressing gown and ran out to the balcony. The street was deserted. Where had the noise come from? Perhaps there was someone in the house... at that thought, Demeyra instinctively wanted a weapon. She reached round the corner and grabbed the first thing she could see- a three- legged stool. Suddenly, she heard a voice, barely louder than a whisper.
"Help me." said the voice.
"Who are you?"
"P- please, help..." said the voice breathlessly.
Demeyra noticed a hand clutching on the edge of her balcony. She looked over the edge. A man was hanging on to her balcony for dear life. His face was badly burnt and his hair was blackened and matted. His knuckles were white and he gasped with the effort of keeping himself above the ground.
"Kuja!" she cried with shock. The man looked up, though it required a great amount of effort.
"...Demeyra? Help..."
"Why don't I just stamp on your hand and watch you fall to your death?" she snarled. "After what you did to me, you'd deserve it."
"Please..." Kuja begged.
Demeyra sighed. "For the love of Ifrit... why am I doing this?" She took Kuja's arm and hauled him onto the balcony, where he lay in a crumpled heap.
"Are you all right? What the hell happened?"
Kuja, on his hands and knees in the rain, coughed. Blood spattered down his cloak and on the floor of the balcony. Demeyra swore in a very unladylike way. "We need to get you inside. Get up."
Kuja tried. But the shock of what had just happened was too much for his system. In the end, all he managed to do was give Demeyra his hand. Sighing, Demeyra took it and dragged him to the bed, where she did as best as she could to dry him off and treat his burns. She grunted in frustration. "Why, of all the rooftops you could have fallen from, you picked mine? And... Kuja, why don't you have anything on under this cloak?"
Kuja groaned. "Demeyra..."
"Alright, I won't pry." Demeyra snapped. "As soon as morning comes, you're going back to the castle, anyway."
"I... I can't."
"And why's that?"
"I... I got thrown out of the palace."
"Why?" Demeyra already knew, she just wanted him to spell it out.
"For... for... what I did to you."
"Your own brother threw you out of his house?"
"...it's complicated."
"No way." Demeyra put her hands on her hips. "If I'm going to look after you, you're going to have to give me answers."
Kuja was silent for a long moment. Then he bowed his head. "That seems fair."
A/N: sniff I've split up with my boyfriend, and I'm a bit upset. Not as much as he is, though... but I'm not going to lower the tone of this page by telling everyone what a lying sod he is. So, happy faces, everyone! Still listening to the Beatles... currently 'Can't Buy Me Love'.
And somehow you've got everybody fooled
Without the mask where will you hide? Can't find yourself; lost in your lie I know the truth now I know who you are And I don't love you anymore."
Evanescence, Everybody's Fool
Kuja and Cleo were meant to be together, there could never be anything else. All he felt for her was a deep, gut- wrenching desire. He knew she felt the same way. Every day they were together. That was all that mattered.
It was a wet summer night, and Kuja and Cleo were showing their passion for each other between the sheets of Cleo's bed. Kuja had never met anyone so vibrant; so colourful. He loved the way her hands moved when she talked; he loved the way her hair looked in the rain. He loved everything about her and everything she did.
"Kuja," she breathed, "I've got something to show you."
She got up and pulled on her cloak.
"Where are we going?" asked Kuja, doing the same.
"It's a secret." Cleo winked. "Follow me."
She left the room and slid down the banister. Kuja chased after her, wondering what this new game was. Cleo opened the door and ran out into the rain. Kuja followed. Cleo ran through the deserted streets and entered the church. Kuja dashed after her. Cleo climbed the belltower and up onto the rooftops. Kuja climbed after her. Cleo skipped over the rooftops, easily jumping over the slippery gaps between houses. Kuja followed, increasingly more puzzled. Suddenly, Cleo turned and looked up at the sky.
"This is the place."
Kuja stopped and followed her eyeline. All he could see was clouds, pouring with rain. "Cleo-"Kuja was cut off by the sight of a huge red airship descending from the sky, cutting through the clouds like a knife through butter. On the outside deck stood a man, tall and imposing, unlike any Kuja had ever seen before. His face was twisted by dragon scales, and his right hand was replaced by huge red claws.
"You don't remember me, do you, Kuja?" he shouted over the noise of the wind. "My name is Phiran. And I shall be your doom."
Cleo giggled. "All this time you thought I was someone else." She said, climbing aboard the ship. "I made you love me, and you thought I loved you. You fell straight into our trap!" She stood beside Phiran and clapped her hands. It was if Kuja had been his on the head with a hammer. He blinked, and Kerne had transformed. Her hair became blonder and glossier. Her eyes turned bright blue, and she became taller. She laughed. "I am Kerne! Not Cleo!"
"Kerne?" Kuja reeled from the shock. What had he done? He could remember nothing of the past three months. The last thing he could remember was being thrown out of the palace, and then... and then...
Phiran blasted Kuja with a Firaga, catching him off- guard, and knocking him from the roof. The ship took off, and sailed into the distance. Kuja was left hanging from a balcony, badly hurt by the shock of Kerne's transformation and the Firaga. "Help me..." he croaked, hoping desperately someone would hear...
Demeyra couldn't sleep. The rain was thudding on the roof, and where it had leaked, the rain dripped with a metallic clang into the pans that she had put under the holes. She sat in her bed, shifting and turning to try and get some sleep. Suddenly, she heard a huge bang, and a thud, as if someone had fallen off the roof. She leapt out of bed, pulled on her silk dressing gown and ran out to the balcony. The street was deserted. Where had the noise come from? Perhaps there was someone in the house... at that thought, Demeyra instinctively wanted a weapon. She reached round the corner and grabbed the first thing she could see- a three- legged stool. Suddenly, she heard a voice, barely louder than a whisper.
"Help me." said the voice.
"Who are you?"
"P- please, help..." said the voice breathlessly.
Demeyra noticed a hand clutching on the edge of her balcony. She looked over the edge. A man was hanging on to her balcony for dear life. His face was badly burnt and his hair was blackened and matted. His knuckles were white and he gasped with the effort of keeping himself above the ground.
"Kuja!" she cried with shock. The man looked up, though it required a great amount of effort.
"...Demeyra? Help..."
"Why don't I just stamp on your hand and watch you fall to your death?" she snarled. "After what you did to me, you'd deserve it."
"Please..." Kuja begged.
Demeyra sighed. "For the love of Ifrit... why am I doing this?" She took Kuja's arm and hauled him onto the balcony, where he lay in a crumpled heap.
"Are you all right? What the hell happened?"
Kuja, on his hands and knees in the rain, coughed. Blood spattered down his cloak and on the floor of the balcony. Demeyra swore in a very unladylike way. "We need to get you inside. Get up."
Kuja tried. But the shock of what had just happened was too much for his system. In the end, all he managed to do was give Demeyra his hand. Sighing, Demeyra took it and dragged him to the bed, where she did as best as she could to dry him off and treat his burns. She grunted in frustration. "Why, of all the rooftops you could have fallen from, you picked mine? And... Kuja, why don't you have anything on under this cloak?"
Kuja groaned. "Demeyra..."
"Alright, I won't pry." Demeyra snapped. "As soon as morning comes, you're going back to the castle, anyway."
"I... I can't."
"And why's that?"
"I... I got thrown out of the palace."
"Why?" Demeyra already knew, she just wanted him to spell it out.
"For... for... what I did to you."
"Your own brother threw you out of his house?"
"...it's complicated."
"No way." Demeyra put her hands on her hips. "If I'm going to look after you, you're going to have to give me answers."
Kuja was silent for a long moment. Then he bowed his head. "That seems fair."
A/N: sniff I've split up with my boyfriend, and I'm a bit upset. Not as much as he is, though... but I'm not going to lower the tone of this page by telling everyone what a lying sod he is. So, happy faces, everyone! Still listening to the Beatles... currently 'Can't Buy Me Love'.