A/N~ Okay, I haven't exactly gotten to the chapter that I know is gonna
offend some people and piss others off because there is some highly mature
content in it. However, I will put an author's note on the top with a
warning. So just be wary, okay?
A Time to Heal
Dagger was awakened by a gently hand rubbing her breast. Her eyes flew open and focused on Zidane's deep blue eyes lit with a devilish grin.
"Zidane!" she cried happily, wanting desperately to throw her arms around him and never let him go but remembering his burns just in time.
"Hey sexy," he said and if possible his grin got even wider, "if you'll notice, we have the room to ourselves..."
Dagger laughed, "Well, unfortunately we can't do anything like you're referring to while you're in such a condition."
"What about my other condition?" he asked, rolling carefully onto his side and pressing his body against hers so that she could feel the bulge of his erection.
Dagger rolled out of bed and stood, choosing not to reply lest she give the wrong answer, and arranged her dress so that it clung to her body seductively, "I have to change your bandages."
"Can we at least take a bath together?" Zidane asked desperately.
Dagger laughed, turning back to face him, "How about this? When you heal, I'll give you the best night of your life, okay?" she was glad that he could go through such an experience and keep his happy, if horny, demeanor.
"It's too late for that. The best night of my life was the night I met you..." he said, the honesty in his expression bringing tears to her eyes. She turned and walked away before he notices, too afraid to answer because she didn't know what to say.
She opened the door and asked Steiner to find a servant to fill the tub with water, then closed the door and went back to sit on the edge of the bed next to Zidane.
"I'm sorry..." she said, finally letting the tears fall.
"For what?" Zidane asked, his concern evident in his face.
"For this. For everything. I know you're going to say that it's not my fault, but it is. If I had gone with Kuja then you would never have gotten hurt," she said.
Zidane moved as if he was going to sit up but she placed a restraining hand on his shoulder, "Look Dagger, you can't put the blame of the world on yourself. It doesn't work that way. You deserve to be able to see the world before you settle down and rule Alexandria. The life experience you gain from it will benefit your people. So, we've had a few bumps along the way. You can't blame yourself for that."
Dagger smiled, "I suppose you're right."
"Have you ever known me to be wrong?" he asked with a smile, lifting a hand to brush the tears off of her cheeks. "Besides, if you had went with Kuja, I would have had to search every part of the world to get you back. I love you."
"I love you too," she said, excitement rushing through her. She leaned down and kissed him, putting every bit of emotion she could into it, and he put every bit of passion into it as he kissed her back. She knew at that moment that she would never be able to leave him.
There was a knock on the door and a servant entered warily. Zidane and Dagger quickly broke apart and the servant blushed, apologizing profusely for disturbing them and bowing deeply, to which they replied that it was quite alright. He quickly walked into the bath room and began to fill the tub.
"You have to roll onto your stomach now so I can remove your bandages," Dagger told Zidane.
"What do I get out of this?" he asked teasingly, and Dagger blushed.
"Just do it, or you'll never get anything again," she whispered. Zidane rolled onto his stomach and tried to keep himself from crying out as she took the bandages off. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help pulling off some of the charred skin on his back. Every time she heard him draw in a sharp breath she apologized, feeling the tears spring into her eyes. She couldn't stop the sudden surge of guilt.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," Zidane said in a pain filled voice, as if he could read her thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Dagger said as she pulled off the last bandage. Underneath his skin looked worse than it had that morning, most likely because when she pulled off his bandages she had irritated his skin. Before she could say anything about it the servant came back out of the bathroom and told her that the bath was ready.
"Thank you," she said, "Would you mind checking to see if Doctor Tot has finished with the salve for Zidane's burns and if he has bring it here?"
The servant bowed low, smiling, "Of course not, your highness."
The man left and Dagger helped Zidane to his feet, "Ready for your bath?"
* * *
Kuja stood on the parapet where he had first begun his attempts to enrapture the Princess. He had been so close so many times. But each time she had managed to get away from him. Not this time. This time he had things all figured out. She would be his. He could feel it.
But what to do about the blonde haired man? And the other little problem that the Princess seemed to have gotten herself into?
Suddenly he jerked his head in the direction of Lindblum. He could sense something... but he wasn't sure what it was... He reached out with a tendril of power and touched the Princess' mind once more.
* * *
"Gods! It's cold!" Zidane cried as he sank into the enormous bathtub.
"Well, hot water wouldn't be good for your burns," she said, "it would just serve to irritate them more."
"Yeah, well the least you could have done was warned me about it," Zidane said, a devilish grin coming across his face. Dagger knew that look.
"What?"
"Now you have to make it up to me," he replied.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" she asked suspiciously.
"Like this!" he cried, pulling her into the tub with him so suddenly she couldn't react. She shrieked as the cold water splashed over her, soaking her and making her shiver. "Zidane!"
"What's the matter, Princess? Scared of a little cold water?" he teased.
"No! What about your burns? You shouldn't be fooling around like that, you might hurt yourself," she said in concern.
"I'm fine, for the most part," he said, looking down momentarily before turning his gaze back to her. She looked down and saw that his manhood was erect.
"Zidane..." she started, but drifted off as he started to pull off her wet clothing.
"It's okay," he said in between the small, gentle kisses he was planting on her neck, "We'll be careful."
Before she could reply he had pulled her closer and slowly began to slide into her. She couldn't help but moan softly at the sudden wave of pleasure that went through her.
* * *
Kuja growled viciously as he realized what was going on. How could she let that blonde haired man-whore seduce her so easily? He had thought that he had her wrapped around his finger, that she only lusted after him. But every time she and that blonde man were alone they took the opportunity to shove it in his face.
But he... he was not one to give in so easily. No. Garnet would pay for this in due time. But first. First he would torture her.
He couldn't hold back a laugh, and as he laughed, it echoed off the walls and sent chills down the people of Alexandria's spines.
* * *
One finally thrust had them both gasping and moaning as they climaxed. She could feel his seed flooding into her and all at once she felt dirty. What was she thinking? She stood up, grabbed her clothes and rushed out of the bathroom.
Zidane sat in the tub, shivering in the sudden cold, "What did I do?"
Garnet tossed her clothes aside and reached for one of the oversize shirts that she'd been using as nightgowns. As an afterthought she also grabbed a pair of loose pants and tied them tight around her waist. Then she bolted from the bedchamber, slamming the door behind her.
She ran past Steiner, who seeing the expression on her face realized she didn't want him to follow her, and up the stairs to the roof, where a giant telescope stood. She stood there, hands on the stone wall, staring in the direction of Alexandria.
Perhaps it would be best if she went back. Kuja was waiting for her. She should go back to him... Besides, she'd caused enough death, gained enough life experience. And that was what she wanted, wasn't it? Life experience. She sighed, losing herself in her thoughts.
She wasn't sure how long she stood there, but she eventually realized how late it was getting. She sighed once more and went back down into the room she was sharing with Zidane. He was already asleep, someone must have applied the salve and rebandaged his burns. At the moment she didn't really care, she was too exhausted and involved in her own problems to worry about him. She carefully climbed into bed next to him and fell asleep.
* * *
She could see him, walking closer and closer. A part of her yearned for him and yet another part of her trembled in fear. She wanted him... she needed him... but she feared him all the same.
Then, before he could reach her, the world shifted around her. She fell backwards, never hitting the ground but instead falling and falling for what seemed for an eternity and as she fell she screamed. The scream echoed all around her, instead eventually fading away it became louder and louder until she thought her ears would burst....
And then her fall ended. She landed hard in the bottom of a boat. The force of her impact caused the boat to rock crazily and she was splashed with freezing salt water. She scrambled into a sitting position and looked around her, wondering where she was and how she had gotten here. In the distance she saw land, but something was wrong. It was on fire! Faint screaming reached her and she knew that people were getting hurt. She wanted to help them. She had to! As she reached for the oars, however, to turn the boat around and head for shore she realized for the first time that she was not the only one in the boat. A cloaked figure was watching her from the stern. The figure's face was hidden by the hood.
"My, poor, beautiful daughter. You want to help those innocent people, don't you?" came a soft, melodious voice from under the hood.
"Yes..." Dagger replied, unsure of what to make of the figure.
"You cannot save them, my dear. They are going to die," the figure said as though this fact didn't bother it in the least.
"Why? Why can't I save them?" Dagger cried, feeling the tears form in her eyes. No one deserved to die the death they would have.
"Hush now. Watch," The figure said, extending a hand in the direction of the fire.
A giant red eye appeared in the sky above the village. "No!" Dagger cried. She had seen this. She had seen it somewhere long ago and since then it had haunted her dreams. Her people! Her family!
A great red light came from the eye, enveloping the village, which then exploded into a giant fireball that shot toward the sky. The eye vanished and she could hear laughter coming from behind her. She turned and saw that the cloaked figure who's boat she had landed in was laughing maliciously. Tears fell down her face as she felt the passing of so many souls.
"You think this is funny!?" Dagger cried.
"I find it quite amusing, yes," said the figure.
"Countless people just died and you find it amusing!!?" Dagger shrieked at him, losing control of her temper, "How can you sit there and laugh??"
"Oh calm down, girl. This all happened many years ago. It's nothing to get worked up over, besides, you have more to see tonight," the figure said. Before she could ask what he meant by that, the bottom of the boat disappeared beneath her and she was falling again.
A Time to Heal
Dagger was awakened by a gently hand rubbing her breast. Her eyes flew open and focused on Zidane's deep blue eyes lit with a devilish grin.
"Zidane!" she cried happily, wanting desperately to throw her arms around him and never let him go but remembering his burns just in time.
"Hey sexy," he said and if possible his grin got even wider, "if you'll notice, we have the room to ourselves..."
Dagger laughed, "Well, unfortunately we can't do anything like you're referring to while you're in such a condition."
"What about my other condition?" he asked, rolling carefully onto his side and pressing his body against hers so that she could feel the bulge of his erection.
Dagger rolled out of bed and stood, choosing not to reply lest she give the wrong answer, and arranged her dress so that it clung to her body seductively, "I have to change your bandages."
"Can we at least take a bath together?" Zidane asked desperately.
Dagger laughed, turning back to face him, "How about this? When you heal, I'll give you the best night of your life, okay?" she was glad that he could go through such an experience and keep his happy, if horny, demeanor.
"It's too late for that. The best night of my life was the night I met you..." he said, the honesty in his expression bringing tears to her eyes. She turned and walked away before he notices, too afraid to answer because she didn't know what to say.
She opened the door and asked Steiner to find a servant to fill the tub with water, then closed the door and went back to sit on the edge of the bed next to Zidane.
"I'm sorry..." she said, finally letting the tears fall.
"For what?" Zidane asked, his concern evident in his face.
"For this. For everything. I know you're going to say that it's not my fault, but it is. If I had gone with Kuja then you would never have gotten hurt," she said.
Zidane moved as if he was going to sit up but she placed a restraining hand on his shoulder, "Look Dagger, you can't put the blame of the world on yourself. It doesn't work that way. You deserve to be able to see the world before you settle down and rule Alexandria. The life experience you gain from it will benefit your people. So, we've had a few bumps along the way. You can't blame yourself for that."
Dagger smiled, "I suppose you're right."
"Have you ever known me to be wrong?" he asked with a smile, lifting a hand to brush the tears off of her cheeks. "Besides, if you had went with Kuja, I would have had to search every part of the world to get you back. I love you."
"I love you too," she said, excitement rushing through her. She leaned down and kissed him, putting every bit of emotion she could into it, and he put every bit of passion into it as he kissed her back. She knew at that moment that she would never be able to leave him.
There was a knock on the door and a servant entered warily. Zidane and Dagger quickly broke apart and the servant blushed, apologizing profusely for disturbing them and bowing deeply, to which they replied that it was quite alright. He quickly walked into the bath room and began to fill the tub.
"You have to roll onto your stomach now so I can remove your bandages," Dagger told Zidane.
"What do I get out of this?" he asked teasingly, and Dagger blushed.
"Just do it, or you'll never get anything again," she whispered. Zidane rolled onto his stomach and tried to keep himself from crying out as she took the bandages off. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help pulling off some of the charred skin on his back. Every time she heard him draw in a sharp breath she apologized, feeling the tears spring into her eyes. She couldn't stop the sudden surge of guilt.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," Zidane said in a pain filled voice, as if he could read her thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Dagger said as she pulled off the last bandage. Underneath his skin looked worse than it had that morning, most likely because when she pulled off his bandages she had irritated his skin. Before she could say anything about it the servant came back out of the bathroom and told her that the bath was ready.
"Thank you," she said, "Would you mind checking to see if Doctor Tot has finished with the salve for Zidane's burns and if he has bring it here?"
The servant bowed low, smiling, "Of course not, your highness."
The man left and Dagger helped Zidane to his feet, "Ready for your bath?"
* * *
Kuja stood on the parapet where he had first begun his attempts to enrapture the Princess. He had been so close so many times. But each time she had managed to get away from him. Not this time. This time he had things all figured out. She would be his. He could feel it.
But what to do about the blonde haired man? And the other little problem that the Princess seemed to have gotten herself into?
Suddenly he jerked his head in the direction of Lindblum. He could sense something... but he wasn't sure what it was... He reached out with a tendril of power and touched the Princess' mind once more.
* * *
"Gods! It's cold!" Zidane cried as he sank into the enormous bathtub.
"Well, hot water wouldn't be good for your burns," she said, "it would just serve to irritate them more."
"Yeah, well the least you could have done was warned me about it," Zidane said, a devilish grin coming across his face. Dagger knew that look.
"What?"
"Now you have to make it up to me," he replied.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" she asked suspiciously.
"Like this!" he cried, pulling her into the tub with him so suddenly she couldn't react. She shrieked as the cold water splashed over her, soaking her and making her shiver. "Zidane!"
"What's the matter, Princess? Scared of a little cold water?" he teased.
"No! What about your burns? You shouldn't be fooling around like that, you might hurt yourself," she said in concern.
"I'm fine, for the most part," he said, looking down momentarily before turning his gaze back to her. She looked down and saw that his manhood was erect.
"Zidane..." she started, but drifted off as he started to pull off her wet clothing.
"It's okay," he said in between the small, gentle kisses he was planting on her neck, "We'll be careful."
Before she could reply he had pulled her closer and slowly began to slide into her. She couldn't help but moan softly at the sudden wave of pleasure that went through her.
* * *
Kuja growled viciously as he realized what was going on. How could she let that blonde haired man-whore seduce her so easily? He had thought that he had her wrapped around his finger, that she only lusted after him. But every time she and that blonde man were alone they took the opportunity to shove it in his face.
But he... he was not one to give in so easily. No. Garnet would pay for this in due time. But first. First he would torture her.
He couldn't hold back a laugh, and as he laughed, it echoed off the walls and sent chills down the people of Alexandria's spines.
* * *
One finally thrust had them both gasping and moaning as they climaxed. She could feel his seed flooding into her and all at once she felt dirty. What was she thinking? She stood up, grabbed her clothes and rushed out of the bathroom.
Zidane sat in the tub, shivering in the sudden cold, "What did I do?"
Garnet tossed her clothes aside and reached for one of the oversize shirts that she'd been using as nightgowns. As an afterthought she also grabbed a pair of loose pants and tied them tight around her waist. Then she bolted from the bedchamber, slamming the door behind her.
She ran past Steiner, who seeing the expression on her face realized she didn't want him to follow her, and up the stairs to the roof, where a giant telescope stood. She stood there, hands on the stone wall, staring in the direction of Alexandria.
Perhaps it would be best if she went back. Kuja was waiting for her. She should go back to him... Besides, she'd caused enough death, gained enough life experience. And that was what she wanted, wasn't it? Life experience. She sighed, losing herself in her thoughts.
She wasn't sure how long she stood there, but she eventually realized how late it was getting. She sighed once more and went back down into the room she was sharing with Zidane. He was already asleep, someone must have applied the salve and rebandaged his burns. At the moment she didn't really care, she was too exhausted and involved in her own problems to worry about him. She carefully climbed into bed next to him and fell asleep.
* * *
She could see him, walking closer and closer. A part of her yearned for him and yet another part of her trembled in fear. She wanted him... she needed him... but she feared him all the same.
Then, before he could reach her, the world shifted around her. She fell backwards, never hitting the ground but instead falling and falling for what seemed for an eternity and as she fell she screamed. The scream echoed all around her, instead eventually fading away it became louder and louder until she thought her ears would burst....
And then her fall ended. She landed hard in the bottom of a boat. The force of her impact caused the boat to rock crazily and she was splashed with freezing salt water. She scrambled into a sitting position and looked around her, wondering where she was and how she had gotten here. In the distance she saw land, but something was wrong. It was on fire! Faint screaming reached her and she knew that people were getting hurt. She wanted to help them. She had to! As she reached for the oars, however, to turn the boat around and head for shore she realized for the first time that she was not the only one in the boat. A cloaked figure was watching her from the stern. The figure's face was hidden by the hood.
"My, poor, beautiful daughter. You want to help those innocent people, don't you?" came a soft, melodious voice from under the hood.
"Yes..." Dagger replied, unsure of what to make of the figure.
"You cannot save them, my dear. They are going to die," the figure said as though this fact didn't bother it in the least.
"Why? Why can't I save them?" Dagger cried, feeling the tears form in her eyes. No one deserved to die the death they would have.
"Hush now. Watch," The figure said, extending a hand in the direction of the fire.
A giant red eye appeared in the sky above the village. "No!" Dagger cried. She had seen this. She had seen it somewhere long ago and since then it had haunted her dreams. Her people! Her family!
A great red light came from the eye, enveloping the village, which then exploded into a giant fireball that shot toward the sky. The eye vanished and she could hear laughter coming from behind her. She turned and saw that the cloaked figure who's boat she had landed in was laughing maliciously. Tears fell down her face as she felt the passing of so many souls.
"You think this is funny!?" Dagger cried.
"I find it quite amusing, yes," said the figure.
"Countless people just died and you find it amusing!!?" Dagger shrieked at him, losing control of her temper, "How can you sit there and laugh??"
"Oh calm down, girl. This all happened many years ago. It's nothing to get worked up over, besides, you have more to see tonight," the figure said. Before she could ask what he meant by that, the bottom of the boat disappeared beneath her and she was falling again.