A/N: I have just found the most amazing Cosplay website ever! Funnily
enough, it is called , and it has everything about Cosplay.
Now, if only there was Cosplay conventions in Britain...
"There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his hands There's an underestimated and impatient girl Raising her hand But it's easy not to So much easier not to."
Alanis Morissette, Wake Up
"Tell me, Kuja."
Kuja licked his lips nervously. So much to say, so many bad memories, so much pain, so much blinding pain...
"I was... born on Terra."
Demeyra's eyes widened.
"I was created there by... the last of the Terrans. His name was Garland. He created me as... a prototype for his master race which would eventually assimilate Gaia. I was created to bring death to Gaia, collecting souls for Garland so he could become more powerful. Whilst on Gaia, I was accepted into the court of Queen Brahne. Her husband had just died, and she needed someone to comfort her. As I did so, I twisted her mind towards war with Lindblum and Burmecia by showing her the power of eidolons..."
As Kuja's sorry tale unraveled, Demeyra listened intently, interrupting less and less as she became more absorbed, until Kuja finished his story by relating to her what had happened on her roof. By the end, both Kuja and Demeyra had tears running down their cheeks. For Kuja, because of the painful memories he had to remember, and for Demeyra, for the immense evils Kuja had committed, and the huge burden of guilt he had to bear for every single one.
"My brother... you killed him... when you attacked Alexandria?" she asked in disbelief after the story had finished.
Kuja nodded helplessly, not trusting himself to speak.
"Kuja..."
Kuja screwed up his eyes. This is when I get hit...
"I forgive you."
Kuja fainted.
Kuja opened his eyes. He was in an infirmary of some kind, although he had not been there before. Zidane, Mikoto, Doctor Tot and Demeyra stood over him with anxious looks on their faces.
"Kuja..."
"Where am I?"
"You're in the Alexandria Infirmary, Kuja. You're safe." answered Doctor Tot.
"What about..."
"I'm sorry, Kuja. I should never have thrown you out. You're my brother... and we need to catch up on a lot of lost time." said Zidane.
Doctor Tot ambled away. "I shall leave you alone for a while. I'll be around if you need me."
Zidane glanced anxiously at a clock on the wall. "Look, I'd love to stay, but I promised I'd meet Steiner and Beatrix to see what we're going to do next. You'd better come with me, Demeyra." Zidane and Demeyra left the room.
Mikoto touched Kuja's arm. "It's good to have you back with us. Demeyra has told us what happened. If he realises you're alive, this Phiran character may come back for you, Kuja. We need to be able to protect each other."
Zidane and Demeyra walked down to the river. "What made you forgive him, Demeyra?" Zidane asked. "I mean, for me, the choice was easy. We're brothers. But for you... what was it?"
Demeyra thought for a while. "I guess... I guess it was because I would have done the same if I were in his shoes. I would have wreaked havoc in Gaia just like he did. That's why I forgave him."
Zidane stopped in shock. Those words were just too familiar...
Mikoto smiled. "Do you have any déjà vu right now?" she asked jokingly. "History seems to be repeating itself quite a lot lately. Look, I need to talk to someone. I'll be back soon, yeah?" With a wave, she left the room.
As soon as the door closed behind her, there was a bang and a woman appeared by Kuja's bed.
Kuja gasped, backing up against the bedpost. The woman had long green hair and vivid yellow eyes that shone with a light all of their own. Her image was faint, as if she was a hologram- or a hallucination.
"Who are you?"
"Don't worry," the woman smiled, "I'm here to help you. My name is Renne. However, I cannot stay long. There are powerful forces at work here. More powerful than I. More powerful than Phiran."
"How-"
"Kuja, listen."
Kuja listened.
"You have to remember. Remember what happened when you left Terra, Kuja."
"I don't understand. Why do I have to remember that?"
Renne looked behind her, as if anxious that someone was listening. "There is not much time. You must remember you past, or else..." Renne gasped. "No... don't come near me... don't touch me! Don't touch me with that thing!" she screamed. Kuja started. It took him several minutes to realise that she was not talking to him, but someone inside her head. "No! Kuja..." she sobbed, collapsing to her knees. Kuja was suddenly reminded of the princess upon discovering Lindblum had been attacked, and inhaled sharply. Renne lashed out, knocking over a vase of roses. Kuja moved towards her, but before he could do anything, Renne's image flickered, then was gone, and Kuja was left with only a pool of water on the floor and the thought that it might have all just been a figment of his imagination.
A/N: This is definitely my favourite chapter so far. It's definitely the one I enjoyed writing most, even if it isn't very exciting and no- one else will probably like it. And I found the most absolute perfect quote from Alanis Morissette! Just look at it! It rocks! It fits this chapter like a glove! And I am listening to Hoobastank's latest album, The Reason, which also rocks. If you hadn't figured it out by now, I am a very musically orientated person. Music and maths- two universal languages. I know which one I prefer!
"There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his hands There's an underestimated and impatient girl Raising her hand But it's easy not to So much easier not to."
Alanis Morissette, Wake Up
"Tell me, Kuja."
Kuja licked his lips nervously. So much to say, so many bad memories, so much pain, so much blinding pain...
"I was... born on Terra."
Demeyra's eyes widened.
"I was created there by... the last of the Terrans. His name was Garland. He created me as... a prototype for his master race which would eventually assimilate Gaia. I was created to bring death to Gaia, collecting souls for Garland so he could become more powerful. Whilst on Gaia, I was accepted into the court of Queen Brahne. Her husband had just died, and she needed someone to comfort her. As I did so, I twisted her mind towards war with Lindblum and Burmecia by showing her the power of eidolons..."
As Kuja's sorry tale unraveled, Demeyra listened intently, interrupting less and less as she became more absorbed, until Kuja finished his story by relating to her what had happened on her roof. By the end, both Kuja and Demeyra had tears running down their cheeks. For Kuja, because of the painful memories he had to remember, and for Demeyra, for the immense evils Kuja had committed, and the huge burden of guilt he had to bear for every single one.
"My brother... you killed him... when you attacked Alexandria?" she asked in disbelief after the story had finished.
Kuja nodded helplessly, not trusting himself to speak.
"Kuja..."
Kuja screwed up his eyes. This is when I get hit...
"I forgive you."
Kuja fainted.
Kuja opened his eyes. He was in an infirmary of some kind, although he had not been there before. Zidane, Mikoto, Doctor Tot and Demeyra stood over him with anxious looks on their faces.
"Kuja..."
"Where am I?"
"You're in the Alexandria Infirmary, Kuja. You're safe." answered Doctor Tot.
"What about..."
"I'm sorry, Kuja. I should never have thrown you out. You're my brother... and we need to catch up on a lot of lost time." said Zidane.
Doctor Tot ambled away. "I shall leave you alone for a while. I'll be around if you need me."
Zidane glanced anxiously at a clock on the wall. "Look, I'd love to stay, but I promised I'd meet Steiner and Beatrix to see what we're going to do next. You'd better come with me, Demeyra." Zidane and Demeyra left the room.
Mikoto touched Kuja's arm. "It's good to have you back with us. Demeyra has told us what happened. If he realises you're alive, this Phiran character may come back for you, Kuja. We need to be able to protect each other."
Zidane and Demeyra walked down to the river. "What made you forgive him, Demeyra?" Zidane asked. "I mean, for me, the choice was easy. We're brothers. But for you... what was it?"
Demeyra thought for a while. "I guess... I guess it was because I would have done the same if I were in his shoes. I would have wreaked havoc in Gaia just like he did. That's why I forgave him."
Zidane stopped in shock. Those words were just too familiar...
Mikoto smiled. "Do you have any déjà vu right now?" she asked jokingly. "History seems to be repeating itself quite a lot lately. Look, I need to talk to someone. I'll be back soon, yeah?" With a wave, she left the room.
As soon as the door closed behind her, there was a bang and a woman appeared by Kuja's bed.
Kuja gasped, backing up against the bedpost. The woman had long green hair and vivid yellow eyes that shone with a light all of their own. Her image was faint, as if she was a hologram- or a hallucination.
"Who are you?"
"Don't worry," the woman smiled, "I'm here to help you. My name is Renne. However, I cannot stay long. There are powerful forces at work here. More powerful than I. More powerful than Phiran."
"How-"
"Kuja, listen."
Kuja listened.
"You have to remember. Remember what happened when you left Terra, Kuja."
"I don't understand. Why do I have to remember that?"
Renne looked behind her, as if anxious that someone was listening. "There is not much time. You must remember you past, or else..." Renne gasped. "No... don't come near me... don't touch me! Don't touch me with that thing!" she screamed. Kuja started. It took him several minutes to realise that she was not talking to him, but someone inside her head. "No! Kuja..." she sobbed, collapsing to her knees. Kuja was suddenly reminded of the princess upon discovering Lindblum had been attacked, and inhaled sharply. Renne lashed out, knocking over a vase of roses. Kuja moved towards her, but before he could do anything, Renne's image flickered, then was gone, and Kuja was left with only a pool of water on the floor and the thought that it might have all just been a figment of his imagination.
A/N: This is definitely my favourite chapter so far. It's definitely the one I enjoyed writing most, even if it isn't very exciting and no- one else will probably like it. And I found the most absolute perfect quote from Alanis Morissette! Just look at it! It rocks! It fits this chapter like a glove! And I am listening to Hoobastank's latest album, The Reason, which also rocks. If you hadn't figured it out by now, I am a very musically orientated person. Music and maths- two universal languages. I know which one I prefer!