Edonil: Ok, I know, I said I wouldn't write until somebody reviewed my story, but
Chapter one was more of a prologue, and not really a whole chapter...
Kuja: Admit it! You just like me!
Edonil: shrugs Do you want me to write this story or not?
Kuja: Ok, now you're just stalling!
Disclaimer: If I owned FFIX, I would not be fighting with my crappy computer. I'd be sitting on a beach in the Caribbean, laughing maniacally and have my underlings type this for me.
To Change
Chapter Two
"Ugh!" Kuja sat up, wincing. What happened? Where was he? Why wasn't he dead? Nothing-
"Kupo!"
Something was wrong. Kuja could feel it. But what was it?
"Erm..." The moogle grinned sheepishly. "Did I say that too soon?"
"What's going on?"
The moogle thought for a second. "Uh... Nothing. Nothing at all." Kuja used some strong language he had heard his brother use to convey his thoughts of what the moogle had just said. The moogle looked around uncomfortably. "Erm... You... You're supposed to be following a... script, I suppose. You always say the same things. And at the end, you black out, Kupo, and..."
"And what?" Kuja's head hurt.
"And... And you aren't supposed to find out." That last bit came out in a rush.
"Why not? Where am I?"
"Oeilvert."
"Was that part of the... script?"
"... Yes."
"Where am I really? What really happened?"
"Uh... I don't actually know. I only know the answers to the questions you normally ask, plus a few other things." Kuja glared at the moogle. "You could ask one of the Eidolons."
"How?"
"I... dunno."
"BE QUIET, MOOGLE. YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE." The voice ricocheted off the walls. Both Kuja and the moogle winced.
"Who are you?" Kuja asked. Maybe this person knew something.
"I AM ALEXANDER."
"Ok, um... Where am I, and why am I here? And what's with that script thing?"
"YOU ARE IN YOU MIND."
"WHAT?!"
"WE DEEMED YOU TO DANGEROUS TO LET LOOSE ON THE WORLD. YOU HAVE BEEN TRAPPED IN YOUR MIND FOR FIVE YEARS. THE IIFA TREE DESTROYED ITSELF, BUT ZIDANE GOT OUT. YOU DID NOT. ZIDANE NEVER FOUND YOUR BODY."
"Then how am I still alive?"
"WE HAVE KEPT YOUR BODY IN STASUS, TO PROTECT IT. THE TIME MAY YET COME WHEN WE DEEM YOU SAFE ENOUGH TO RETURN TO THE WORLD OF GAIA."
"But how will you know?"
"WHEN YOU ARE HERE, IN THIS CONCIOUS PART OF YOUR MIND, WE CAN LOOK INTO YOUR HEART."
"Oh. Could you speak a little quieter?"
"NO."
"Ok... Could I be on probation or something?" Kuja didn't really like the thought of being trapped in his own mind.
"I WILL ASK MY SIBLINGS." A few moments of silence. "WE HAVE DECIDED THAT WE HAVE NOT GIVEN YOU FAIR TRIAL, AS YOU ARE IN A WAY STAYING AS YOU WERE WHEN YOU WERE NEARLY KILLED. WE WILL LET YOU GO OUT INTO THE WORLD. IN ONE YEAR, RETURN TO THIS PLACE, AND WE WILL JUDGE YOU. AND MAKE SURE YOU RETURN, FOR IF YOU DO NOT, WE WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN, AND YOU WILL DIE."
"Couldn't we negotiate a little?" There was no answer.
Then the world changed.
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Kuja sat up with a grown. Where was he? A quick glance answered that question. He was still in the Iifa Tree.
"Stupid Eidolons," he muttered, attempting to stand. "Couldn't even move me somewhere more comfortable." He managed to get up. "Now where to?" There seemed to be only one way to get out of the tree: a small tunnel-like opening. Kuja got down on his hands and knees, all the while muttering about the indecency of the state of his clothes, and crawled out.
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He'd walked all day, and into the night, when he finally came to the ocean. That was an improvement. Of course, the Eidolons hadn't so much as given him a rowboat to get off this continent. Stupid Eidolons. He'd been perfectly reasonable, and prayed for salvation as he'd died, hoping that at least he would get Purgatory instead of Hell, but they hadn't so much as given him a way of getting anywhere!
But where would he go? He wasn't too sure. He wasn't exactly popular. He couldn't think of anyone who would like him. Unless he went to see Zidane... No, Zidane would probably hate him.
But Zidane had gone back to find him. Surely that meant that Zidane was open-minded. Maybe Kuja could go visit his brother. Maybe...
Who was he kidding? Even if Zidane did accept him, no one else would.
And even if they all accepted him, he had no way to get to Alexandria.
"Kweh!" Kuja smiled. A chocobo. Perfect. How long did it take to train a chocobo?
Edonil: Please R&R! I might write one more chapter, or even two, but as of tomorrow, I'll probably be to lazy, whereas today I'm on a writing spree. So tell me you want to read more of this!
Kuja: PLEASE R&R!!! SHE'LL KILL ME IF YOU DON'T! WITH A KNIFE! OR EVEN WORSE, SHE'LL HUG ME TO DEATH! SO PLEASE RESPOND!