Deception?
Pilotslover
Chapter 10 - Sleepness and Shocks
Disclaimer: I don't own FFIX and all it's related places, people etc, I wish I did. I won't be making any profit from this work, again, I wish I did, I need the cash.
La Llama - I think I should go buy a Spanish dictionary to translate what you're saying. (sweat)
Rifa - I make no promises about quality, (shakes head) no one can.
Silver Dragoon - Thank you very much, (bows head) I'm glad that I posted it if you liked it. Thonged Bishonen for president!
DDD
3 Days later
Valian yawned, his head slumping onto Vivi's shoulder as the sleepless nights caught up with him. On the other side of the table, Ollan sat with his head on his folded arms, yellow eyes flickering with exhaustion as he tried to stay awake. Nicara and Tot entered, the birdman carrying a textbook under one arm. "Mikoto sent this from Madain Sari, it has translations for white magic spells including cure based magic and Holy." He seemed happy, as if he had been waiting a long while for this discovery. "Kuja has discovered now what it is that his counterpart said to Turo, and he is working on a solution."
"He doesn't have the skill to perform such a spell," A voice purred from a ledge above them; their enemy sat on it with his legs crossed, an air of arrogance to his manner. "And neither do any of you." He brushed a few strands of pure white hair from his face with a slight smile. "A failed experiment, an Angel of Death who clings desperately to life, a Queen who could not defend her country and a knight who can't even afford to change his armour; however did you manage to beat me?"
Vivi's shoulders heaved with anger as he looked up at Kuja, whose calm eyes looked back. "Now, as tired as you all are, I can claim what I will from you." He muttered the words of a spell, "Silence." The nine mages, 6 Black, 3 white, made signs of annoyance. "Now, hand it over,"
Unable to speak Vivi tried to convey what he was trying to say in other means, making motions and such. "Hand what over?"
Kuja looked a little surprised, his eyes on the Black Mage. "So, you know not what you hold that I was prepared to kill for?" He queried rhetorically, a chuckle passed his lips; he made a flourish with his arms. "What your frail created body holds, that which enabled you to survive over your peers, what I want, is the soul you are made of." A real silence fell, each person present was shocked by this, predominantly because they thought Vivi were a Human. "You alone of the puppets was created by another, utilising another technique; you are, like the Genome's, not of Gaia."
Anger boiled inside Vivi, the elements he could conjure with so much ease did not compare to the power of the anger he felt. "You're wrong!" He yelled before he remembered the silence status, angrily he threw his arms to his sides as he had done as a child when upset or angry. He pulled the floppy hat from his head, and tore away the concealing mask. "I'm not a golem!" Despite his silence, it was easy enough to read his lips to gather the statement. This revelation seemed to shock Kuja, whose eyes widened slightly before he regained his composure.
He chuckled, a cruel unforgiving sound, akin to the feel of a winter's night. "Even human dolls can be made of another's soul, what are Genome's but empty vessels awaiting the soul of another?" Another rhetorical question passed his thin lips, vibrant blue eyes lingering on the boy. "A soul can be claimed in only one way and you know what it is." He started to murmur another spell as the mage worked out what Kuja meant. "Flare!" Moving as fast as he could, Vivi threw himself to one side, the blast caught his left side; the same side that had been hurt upon his arrival in Esto Gaza. His memories woke in a flicker of colours and sounds, he knew now why he had never reached Alexandria years before, why he had wrote the letter to Zidane; Kuja had been chasing him then too. "Flare!" The powerful non-elemental spell hit the table, breaking it on contact sending splinters of wood off at all angles; one caught Zidane in the thigh, flooring the Genome, another grazed Beatrix' arm. "Stay still and face your destiny."
"You should face yours," An identical voice, one that seemed a lot calmer interjected. "The tree removed this part of me to give me a chance in normal society, so that I would not have to argue with a conflicted soul. I should have known that I would have to face you eventually. A soul cannot be fully stolen, not even in death."
"FLARE!" Another new voice called forth the powerful spell; there was a yell and the sounds of a teleport. Someone ran over to where Vivi had come to rest besides the shattered table, and a familiar pair of yellow eyes met the mage's. "Are you okay papa?" Turo's voice was full of concern as he saw the rich crimson seeping through Vivi's jacket. The startled mage, devoid of any covering for his Human heritage, reached a hand forwards onto Turo's shoulder. "It's me, Kuja managed to work a spell on me."
On the other side of the room, a wounded Zidane sat with his eyes closed and his teeth gritted, clutching at his wounded leg; Garnet moved to his side, their foreheads touched for a few moments before she kissed him full on the lips. Kuja passed her a remedy so that she would be able to use her magic again, knowing that she could treat the wounded. The wood splinter had become imbedded in Zidane's leg, but did not go through it, coming out with ease; Garnet cast a quick succession of spells on her husband, watching as the wound closed.
Kuja moved to Tot, who was shaken but unhurt, handing him a remedy. "You'll need to see to Vivi, he's bleeding quite badly." Tot nodded, drinking down the medicine. They both moved to join him; his concerned sons already surrounded the mage. Calan stood off to one side slightly but he was still close enough to seem concerned, Turo was the closest, Vivi's hand still on his shoulder.
Tot squatted awkwardly at Vivi's side, blood stained the left sleeve and side of his blue coat but he did not seem to have noticed it. "We'd better let the Queen see this; my magic isn't what it used to be." He stood and moved away again, Kuja stepped forwards, his eyes on Vivi.
"So, you were made like the Genome's were, I wonder who was the first utilising the Mist technique."
Turo looked to Kuja, as did the other child mages; they did not understand a word that was being said concerning Vivi's creation. "H - How did Turo manage to cast such a strong spell?" Valian asked from one side after his status had been cured, curious as to how his brother had performed a spell of such a high level. "Sola can't cast a spell like that." The most magically powerful boy nodded, he alone of them all could cast Fira, Blizzara and Thundara.
Garnet moved to join them, her eyes falling on the crimson stained coat. "Let's get that coat and his shirt off," She instructed. She squatted to Vivi's side, "Vivi, we need to get these bloody clothes off you, so that I can heal you." Using Ollan as a prop, Vivi pulled himself up using his uninjured arm. "It doesn't seem so bad; Zidane had a shard of wood in his leg you know." Feeling surprisingly alright for someone who had been caught by a Flare spell, Vivi tugged at the red ties on his coat; the buttons on his shirt proved more of a problem but Calan helped him with these, before assisting him in removing the shirt. "Curaga," The powerful white magic spell sank into Vivi's flesh, curing the worst of the multiple scratches, knitting together the nearly broken bone in the left arm. "Cura," The second spell healed the remaining lacerations and the pain caused by them vanished. "There," Garnet smiled at the mages, "Magic can't do anything about spilt blood but I don't think you lost too much."
"Thanks Dagger,"
"It's been a long time since I've been called that; you're more then welcome Vivi."
'That's what's wrong with her,' Vivi realised, Zidane's fear that she did not love her any more was misplaced; she just missed journeying as they once had. 'I miss it too, I guess.' His eyes went to his sons, 'But sometimes you have to accept that there are other things that are more important then journeys and adventures.' "Spill it Turo, how did you manage to cast Flare?" Sola demanded after his status had been cured, all eyes fell on Turo, who grinned sheepishly. "That was so amazing! He didn't know what hit him!"
The mage looked to Kuja and then back to his father, "When Kuja broke the spell on me, he taught me flare too." He ducked his gaze from Vivi's, sensing he was a little annoyed. "It's not permanent; I don't think I can do it again. We could both sense something was wrong." He looked up, smiling widely. "I wish I could have seen his face, I bet it was priceless." He chuckled, not seeming to realise how worried everyone had been about him.
"Esuna,"
Vivi looked to Garnet, it always felt a little strange to have his magic back after being silenced, it seemed to rush back like a stormy sea. "Thanks," He murmured, not wanting to say any more due to his relief at having his magic back. The feeling of getting that magic back was like nothing else, and he knew his sons felt the same way.
The Queen moved back to her seat at the head of the shattered table; Steiner left Beatrix' side, where he had been fussing over her arm to stand in his customary place behind the young Queen. Vivi pulled his bloody coat back on in order to cover up, but left the shirt because it was stained completely by blood. "Now that our number has returned to normal, it's good to have you back Turo, it is best that we come up with a way of riding ourselves of Kuja." The Genome ducked his gaze, as much as he knew Garnet was talking about the impostor and not him, he still felt a stab of pain from her comment. Noticing the barely perceivable flinch Kuja gave, Vivi's mind took him back to a time much like that for him
-Flashback-
"Let's go beat up some Black mages,"
Hearing Zidane's enthusiasm, I sank in on myself my arms wrapped my knees. "Oh come on, you know I don't mean you." The monkey featured boy attempted, I hadn't expected him to understand what I felt, standing up.
"I know … but …"
I knew it was useless to even try and explain how I felt to him, Zidane wouldn't understand any way; how could I explain how much it hurt to hear everyone hate those who looked and seemed just like me?
-End of Flashback-
"I - I think we should call the impostor something else," Vivi offered, smiling at Kuja; embarrassingly, now everyone could see these little gestures and Vivi realised why he liked wearing the mask. He ducked his head, hiding his face from everyone else.
Zidane moved to Garnet's side, he was still pale but was managing fine on the healed leg. "Vivi's right," He said simply, smiling at the embarrassed mage. "It's confusing to call the impostor Kuja too." He sat down on the ground, only Garnet's seat remained intact, everyone else followed his lead. "What are we gonna call him?"
"Bastard,"
This softly uttered word drew all their eyes to Valian, the most innocent, kind willed and gentle of them all; his eyes glowed an angry white colour. Seeing the same change that had overtaken him as a boy in the youngest mage, Vivi felt a pang of sorrow; he had hoped that Valian would never grow up to be like him. "Watch your language Valian; I won't have you talk like that." His voice was dangerously level, no emotion leaking into the tones. "Swearing like that is like growing up too soon, I don't want you to do that." Having hidden for so long behind the plain black mask, controlling the emotions others could so easily hide did not come easily to Vivi; as level as his voice was, his face showed his pain. "I don't want you grow up as quickly as I did."
Realising how upset he had made his father, Valian moved to him, and hugged him. He pulled away, one red-gloved hand going to a cheek that was both familiar and alien to him. "I - I'm sorry papa, I won't say bad words again." He moved his hand and gently hugged Vivi again. He sat on his fathers lap, and smiled slightly, content to sit with the older mage.
"How are we going to get rid of this malice?" Tot asked, keen to get rid of the disrupting evil of Kuja's malevolent side. "We cannot allow it to continue as it is."
"C - Couldn't we cast something on him?" The softly spoken comment drew all their eyes to Vivi, who managed to hide himself behind Valian's hat. Thoughtfully, Tot stood and started to pace, his mind going through the complex thought processes they usually did, the mage was probably right. Kuja sat in thoughtful silence, one elbow on the left knee of his crossed legs; he knew that Vivi was part way on a good idea again.
Zidane stood before perching on the arm of Garnet's chair; she lent towards him and whispered something in his ear that made him chuckle. "The tree tore what was bad from me, logically; all we have to do is destroy it." The Genome who had long been their foe offered softly. "Or return it to me, but that brings the risk of my returning to how I was before." His eyes lingered on the ground before him, he could not remember his past but the nightmares alone were enough to warn him against a repetition of such behaviour. "I don't wish for that to happen."
"Me neither bro," Zidane's voice reached his ears, drawing Kuja's eyes to the younger Genome. "Without the hatred you felt towards everything, you're not that bad a guy."
There was another long pause in which each contemplated their own thoughts; Sola's having nothing at all to do with the situation at hand. "I think I know what we must do if we are to dispel what the tree did." Kuja's voice was slow and thoughtful as he spoke into the long silence. "I will, however require the assistance of any of you with coloured magic spells."
DDD
Authors note: Sorry about the length, that chapter went on for a bit ... Turo's back!
I don't know if anyones interested in translations but -
Flare - Mupvomjmill Omsetmepi sudi (Nothingness incarnate come)
Doomsday (It's never cast but I enjoyed writing the spell part!) Ceal imc, mojvpl feyi lvecuz, dehi cethmill Geyy. (Day's end, nights pale shadow, make darkness fall.)
As i said before, I created this language of sorts to be used in my fanfics. I'm not sure why, I guess I was bored.
One moment I will explain is the number of white mages, I say there are three because Beatrix can cast white magic spells, I know she isn't technically a white mage.
Pilotslover
Chapter 10 - Sleepness and Shocks
Disclaimer: I don't own FFIX and all it's related places, people etc, I wish I did. I won't be making any profit from this work, again, I wish I did, I need the cash.
La Llama - I think I should go buy a Spanish dictionary to translate what you're saying. (sweat)
Rifa - I make no promises about quality, (shakes head) no one can.
Silver Dragoon - Thank you very much, (bows head) I'm glad that I posted it if you liked it. Thonged Bishonen for president!
DDD
3 Days later
Valian yawned, his head slumping onto Vivi's shoulder as the sleepless nights caught up with him. On the other side of the table, Ollan sat with his head on his folded arms, yellow eyes flickering with exhaustion as he tried to stay awake. Nicara and Tot entered, the birdman carrying a textbook under one arm. "Mikoto sent this from Madain Sari, it has translations for white magic spells including cure based magic and Holy." He seemed happy, as if he had been waiting a long while for this discovery. "Kuja has discovered now what it is that his counterpart said to Turo, and he is working on a solution."
"He doesn't have the skill to perform such a spell," A voice purred from a ledge above them; their enemy sat on it with his legs crossed, an air of arrogance to his manner. "And neither do any of you." He brushed a few strands of pure white hair from his face with a slight smile. "A failed experiment, an Angel of Death who clings desperately to life, a Queen who could not defend her country and a knight who can't even afford to change his armour; however did you manage to beat me?"
Vivi's shoulders heaved with anger as he looked up at Kuja, whose calm eyes looked back. "Now, as tired as you all are, I can claim what I will from you." He muttered the words of a spell, "Silence." The nine mages, 6 Black, 3 white, made signs of annoyance. "Now, hand it over,"
Unable to speak Vivi tried to convey what he was trying to say in other means, making motions and such. "Hand what over?"
Kuja looked a little surprised, his eyes on the Black Mage. "So, you know not what you hold that I was prepared to kill for?" He queried rhetorically, a chuckle passed his lips; he made a flourish with his arms. "What your frail created body holds, that which enabled you to survive over your peers, what I want, is the soul you are made of." A real silence fell, each person present was shocked by this, predominantly because they thought Vivi were a Human. "You alone of the puppets was created by another, utilising another technique; you are, like the Genome's, not of Gaia."
Anger boiled inside Vivi, the elements he could conjure with so much ease did not compare to the power of the anger he felt. "You're wrong!" He yelled before he remembered the silence status, angrily he threw his arms to his sides as he had done as a child when upset or angry. He pulled the floppy hat from his head, and tore away the concealing mask. "I'm not a golem!" Despite his silence, it was easy enough to read his lips to gather the statement. This revelation seemed to shock Kuja, whose eyes widened slightly before he regained his composure.
He chuckled, a cruel unforgiving sound, akin to the feel of a winter's night. "Even human dolls can be made of another's soul, what are Genome's but empty vessels awaiting the soul of another?" Another rhetorical question passed his thin lips, vibrant blue eyes lingering on the boy. "A soul can be claimed in only one way and you know what it is." He started to murmur another spell as the mage worked out what Kuja meant. "Flare!" Moving as fast as he could, Vivi threw himself to one side, the blast caught his left side; the same side that had been hurt upon his arrival in Esto Gaza. His memories woke in a flicker of colours and sounds, he knew now why he had never reached Alexandria years before, why he had wrote the letter to Zidane; Kuja had been chasing him then too. "Flare!" The powerful non-elemental spell hit the table, breaking it on contact sending splinters of wood off at all angles; one caught Zidane in the thigh, flooring the Genome, another grazed Beatrix' arm. "Stay still and face your destiny."
"You should face yours," An identical voice, one that seemed a lot calmer interjected. "The tree removed this part of me to give me a chance in normal society, so that I would not have to argue with a conflicted soul. I should have known that I would have to face you eventually. A soul cannot be fully stolen, not even in death."
"FLARE!" Another new voice called forth the powerful spell; there was a yell and the sounds of a teleport. Someone ran over to where Vivi had come to rest besides the shattered table, and a familiar pair of yellow eyes met the mage's. "Are you okay papa?" Turo's voice was full of concern as he saw the rich crimson seeping through Vivi's jacket. The startled mage, devoid of any covering for his Human heritage, reached a hand forwards onto Turo's shoulder. "It's me, Kuja managed to work a spell on me."
On the other side of the room, a wounded Zidane sat with his eyes closed and his teeth gritted, clutching at his wounded leg; Garnet moved to his side, their foreheads touched for a few moments before she kissed him full on the lips. Kuja passed her a remedy so that she would be able to use her magic again, knowing that she could treat the wounded. The wood splinter had become imbedded in Zidane's leg, but did not go through it, coming out with ease; Garnet cast a quick succession of spells on her husband, watching as the wound closed.
Kuja moved to Tot, who was shaken but unhurt, handing him a remedy. "You'll need to see to Vivi, he's bleeding quite badly." Tot nodded, drinking down the medicine. They both moved to join him; his concerned sons already surrounded the mage. Calan stood off to one side slightly but he was still close enough to seem concerned, Turo was the closest, Vivi's hand still on his shoulder.
Tot squatted awkwardly at Vivi's side, blood stained the left sleeve and side of his blue coat but he did not seem to have noticed it. "We'd better let the Queen see this; my magic isn't what it used to be." He stood and moved away again, Kuja stepped forwards, his eyes on Vivi.
"So, you were made like the Genome's were, I wonder who was the first utilising the Mist technique."
Turo looked to Kuja, as did the other child mages; they did not understand a word that was being said concerning Vivi's creation. "H - How did Turo manage to cast such a strong spell?" Valian asked from one side after his status had been cured, curious as to how his brother had performed a spell of such a high level. "Sola can't cast a spell like that." The most magically powerful boy nodded, he alone of them all could cast Fira, Blizzara and Thundara.
Garnet moved to join them, her eyes falling on the crimson stained coat. "Let's get that coat and his shirt off," She instructed. She squatted to Vivi's side, "Vivi, we need to get these bloody clothes off you, so that I can heal you." Using Ollan as a prop, Vivi pulled himself up using his uninjured arm. "It doesn't seem so bad; Zidane had a shard of wood in his leg you know." Feeling surprisingly alright for someone who had been caught by a Flare spell, Vivi tugged at the red ties on his coat; the buttons on his shirt proved more of a problem but Calan helped him with these, before assisting him in removing the shirt. "Curaga," The powerful white magic spell sank into Vivi's flesh, curing the worst of the multiple scratches, knitting together the nearly broken bone in the left arm. "Cura," The second spell healed the remaining lacerations and the pain caused by them vanished. "There," Garnet smiled at the mages, "Magic can't do anything about spilt blood but I don't think you lost too much."
"Thanks Dagger,"
"It's been a long time since I've been called that; you're more then welcome Vivi."
'That's what's wrong with her,' Vivi realised, Zidane's fear that she did not love her any more was misplaced; she just missed journeying as they once had. 'I miss it too, I guess.' His eyes went to his sons, 'But sometimes you have to accept that there are other things that are more important then journeys and adventures.' "Spill it Turo, how did you manage to cast Flare?" Sola demanded after his status had been cured, all eyes fell on Turo, who grinned sheepishly. "That was so amazing! He didn't know what hit him!"
The mage looked to Kuja and then back to his father, "When Kuja broke the spell on me, he taught me flare too." He ducked his gaze from Vivi's, sensing he was a little annoyed. "It's not permanent; I don't think I can do it again. We could both sense something was wrong." He looked up, smiling widely. "I wish I could have seen his face, I bet it was priceless." He chuckled, not seeming to realise how worried everyone had been about him.
"Esuna,"
Vivi looked to Garnet, it always felt a little strange to have his magic back after being silenced, it seemed to rush back like a stormy sea. "Thanks," He murmured, not wanting to say any more due to his relief at having his magic back. The feeling of getting that magic back was like nothing else, and he knew his sons felt the same way.
The Queen moved back to her seat at the head of the shattered table; Steiner left Beatrix' side, where he had been fussing over her arm to stand in his customary place behind the young Queen. Vivi pulled his bloody coat back on in order to cover up, but left the shirt because it was stained completely by blood. "Now that our number has returned to normal, it's good to have you back Turo, it is best that we come up with a way of riding ourselves of Kuja." The Genome ducked his gaze, as much as he knew Garnet was talking about the impostor and not him, he still felt a stab of pain from her comment. Noticing the barely perceivable flinch Kuja gave, Vivi's mind took him back to a time much like that for him
-Flashback-
"Let's go beat up some Black mages,"
Hearing Zidane's enthusiasm, I sank in on myself my arms wrapped my knees. "Oh come on, you know I don't mean you." The monkey featured boy attempted, I hadn't expected him to understand what I felt, standing up.
"I know … but …"
I knew it was useless to even try and explain how I felt to him, Zidane wouldn't understand any way; how could I explain how much it hurt to hear everyone hate those who looked and seemed just like me?
-End of Flashback-
"I - I think we should call the impostor something else," Vivi offered, smiling at Kuja; embarrassingly, now everyone could see these little gestures and Vivi realised why he liked wearing the mask. He ducked his head, hiding his face from everyone else.
Zidane moved to Garnet's side, he was still pale but was managing fine on the healed leg. "Vivi's right," He said simply, smiling at the embarrassed mage. "It's confusing to call the impostor Kuja too." He sat down on the ground, only Garnet's seat remained intact, everyone else followed his lead. "What are we gonna call him?"
"Bastard,"
This softly uttered word drew all their eyes to Valian, the most innocent, kind willed and gentle of them all; his eyes glowed an angry white colour. Seeing the same change that had overtaken him as a boy in the youngest mage, Vivi felt a pang of sorrow; he had hoped that Valian would never grow up to be like him. "Watch your language Valian; I won't have you talk like that." His voice was dangerously level, no emotion leaking into the tones. "Swearing like that is like growing up too soon, I don't want you to do that." Having hidden for so long behind the plain black mask, controlling the emotions others could so easily hide did not come easily to Vivi; as level as his voice was, his face showed his pain. "I don't want you grow up as quickly as I did."
Realising how upset he had made his father, Valian moved to him, and hugged him. He pulled away, one red-gloved hand going to a cheek that was both familiar and alien to him. "I - I'm sorry papa, I won't say bad words again." He moved his hand and gently hugged Vivi again. He sat on his fathers lap, and smiled slightly, content to sit with the older mage.
"How are we going to get rid of this malice?" Tot asked, keen to get rid of the disrupting evil of Kuja's malevolent side. "We cannot allow it to continue as it is."
"C - Couldn't we cast something on him?" The softly spoken comment drew all their eyes to Vivi, who managed to hide himself behind Valian's hat. Thoughtfully, Tot stood and started to pace, his mind going through the complex thought processes they usually did, the mage was probably right. Kuja sat in thoughtful silence, one elbow on the left knee of his crossed legs; he knew that Vivi was part way on a good idea again.
Zidane stood before perching on the arm of Garnet's chair; she lent towards him and whispered something in his ear that made him chuckle. "The tree tore what was bad from me, logically; all we have to do is destroy it." The Genome who had long been their foe offered softly. "Or return it to me, but that brings the risk of my returning to how I was before." His eyes lingered on the ground before him, he could not remember his past but the nightmares alone were enough to warn him against a repetition of such behaviour. "I don't wish for that to happen."
"Me neither bro," Zidane's voice reached his ears, drawing Kuja's eyes to the younger Genome. "Without the hatred you felt towards everything, you're not that bad a guy."
There was another long pause in which each contemplated their own thoughts; Sola's having nothing at all to do with the situation at hand. "I think I know what we must do if we are to dispel what the tree did." Kuja's voice was slow and thoughtful as he spoke into the long silence. "I will, however require the assistance of any of you with coloured magic spells."
DDD
Authors note: Sorry about the length, that chapter went on for a bit ... Turo's back!
I don't know if anyones interested in translations but -
Flare - Mupvomjmill Omsetmepi sudi (Nothingness incarnate come)
Doomsday (It's never cast but I enjoyed writing the spell part!) Ceal imc, mojvpl feyi lvecuz, dehi cethmill Geyy. (Day's end, nights pale shadow, make darkness fall.)
As i said before, I created this language of sorts to be used in my fanfics. I'm not sure why, I guess I was bored.
One moment I will explain is the number of white mages, I say there are three because Beatrix can cast white magic spells, I know she isn't technically a white mage.