Edonil: I suppose I can describe this mystery girl... I won't be cruel and leave you hanging any more. Sorry it's taken so long. I'm currently in three plays (one is on Sunday- then I'll have more time!), and I was horribly sick all weekend, so I really haven't had time. And to the person who asked if it was love at first sight, no, it wasn't. It was lust at first sight. This girl is very hot.
Disclaimer: If I owned FFIX, I would so not be here. I'd be... South. Like, the northern parts of the US or something. Anywhere further south than here. It's way too cold here.
Claimer: I own the character Crims. She is mine. Nobody else's.
To Change
Chapter Five
Red. That was the best colour to describe her. Definitely red. The only thing red about her was her hair, but good chocobos, her hair! It was wavy and slightly curling at the bottom and sticking straight out, but still looking beautiful, but good chocobos, it was red.
Kuja noticed her hair first. It was all but impossible not to. Then he noticed the rest of her. She was extremely tall- even taller than him!- and slender. And rather... top-heavy. She was clad rather skimpily in a leather tank-top, skin-tight leather pants, leather wrist-guards, and ankle-high leather boots. She had several knives in wrist-sheathes, and a dagger at each hip.
She was so... sexy. And Kuja had previously thought himself as gynephobic (he was not gay!), so this experience was... fascinating. Very fascinating.
"Um..." Kuja wished he'd learned the true meaning of tongue-tied sooner. "Hi. I'm Kuja." He mentally kicked himself; he sounded like an idiot!
"Hello, Kuja," she said. Her voice, while too high for a man's, was still low, and very... sexy. Kuja made a mental note to find a synonym for sexy. "I am Crims."
"I am delighted to meet you, Lady Crims," Kuja said, remembering how to talk, think, and move. On impulse he got up and bowed low. His anticts seemed to amuse Crims.
"Perhaps I should call you 'Lord Kuja'?"
"You may do as you wish, Gentle Lady," he replied, again bowing. Crims laughed.
"Alright then, Lord Kuja. Shall we sit down?"
"Of course, Fair Mistress." The two sat down and got comfortable.
"So, tell me, what is a suave, sophisticated man like you doing way out here?" Crims asked.
"I... Er..." Kuja thanked everything that was holy that he had always been able to improvise easily. "Fair Lady, I was detained by some... people who... work with a family member's wife. They... did not trust my good intentions." Kuja prayed Crims wasn't going to leave now. But she surprised him.
"Ah, yes, 'good intentions'. I understand. I have the same problem a lot at... work."
"And what is it that you do, Kind Mistress?"
"I'm an assassin."
"Oh."
"What, no fancy title?"
"I apologize, Eternal Greatness, from the very bottom of my worthless heart. Your answer took me by surprise."
"I see. I hope I'm not scaring you. Actually, I take that back; I like being scary. Am I scary?"
"I tremble abundantly, Mighty Gentlewoman." Crims just snorted.
"You liar!"
"You speak the truth! Again, I apologize from the very bottom of my worthless heart."
"You forgot to call me something interesting."
"Oh, uh... Gentle Lady, I-"
"You've already used that one."
"Um... Kind Mistress?"
"That one, too."
"Gentle Mistress?"
"Face it; you ran out."
"I apologize profusely."
"Whatever. It's getting late. If we want to wake up tomorrow, I'd say we'd better sleep."
"Of course, Gentle Mistress."
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"Gah!" Kuja sat straight up, dripping from head to toe. "What happened?"
"Don't travel much, do you?" Kuja looked over to where Crims was standing. Beside a bucket.
"I suppose I don't..." Kuja lay back down. He was tired. The sun was barely over the horizon!
"Well, I'm going to Alexandria now. You coming?"
"Ugh! I suppose." Kuja had decided over the course of the night that travelling around with Crims couldn't be a bad thing. She was attractive, smart, so darn sexy... And everyone seemed to think Kuja was gay! He wasn't! Why didn't people believe him...? But travelling with Crims might solve that. Although people would probably see right through him and realize they were just friends... Well, not even that, but if they travelled together...
"I thought you said you were coming!"
"I am..." Groaning one last time, Kuja stood up. It was going to be a long day...
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It had been three weeks. And they still weren't in Alexandria. Why did it take so long to walk? Kuja hated walking; he'd take a nice dragon any day!
"It's getting late; wanna stop?" Kuja nodded in answer to Crims's question, and collapsed on the ground, exhausted. Crims grinned. "Tired? How sad; I thought you looked very strong. Apparently not." Laughing at the expression on his face, she plunked down beside him.
She was an amazing person. Kuja had never met anyone like her. Although the reason he was thinking that might be because of her amazing figure and lack of suitable clothing. But she was fun to be around. They had become friends very quickly, and Kuja had learned a lot about her. Crims was not her real name; it was short for Crimson. She wouldn't tell anyone her real name. She was born in Treno. Her mother was a prostitute, who had died when Crims was six, leaving Crims to be raised by her half-brother, whose name she refused to say, "for his protection." When her half-brother had been arrested for forgery, Crims had had to make a living on her own. She became a pick-pocket, then a robber, then a part-time mercenary, and then, at the age of twenty-six, an assassin. She was thirty-three, the same age as Kuja.
She kept telling him she'd shared enough, and wanted to hear of him. But Kuja couldn't tell her about himself! She'd hate him. She might be an assassin, but he was a sadistic, cruel bastard. He made himself feel sick, thinking of what he'd done. He'd felt slightly sick when he'd destroyed Terra, as he had had the conscience to think of the destruction and death be was causing, but now... he felt even sicker.
"Hey, Kuja,"
"Yes, M'Lady?" He'd long since stopped coming up with original titles.
"You wanna take first watch?" They'd been taking watch ever since they were attacked around one in the morning by a particularly nasty fang.
"Of course, M'Lady. I'd be delighted."
"You liar! No one likes taking watch. And last I checked, you were someone." Kuja blushed. Curse his emotions! She thought he was someone... No! Don't think of that! She looked so gorgeous, lounging there in so little clothing... No! Not that either! And she showed no inclination to think anything of him other than as "someone". Maybe that meant something...
Useless thinking. She didn't find him attractive. After all, thirty-three year olds weren't supposed to have raging hormones. Maybe genomes just had messed up bodies... No, Zidane never had problems with girls. Kuja was just weird.
"Not saying anything? Usually you have some eloquent retort." Crims rolled over, getting even closer to Kuja. Maybe she knew his thoughts, and wanted to drive him insane.
"I am sorry, M'Lady. I was thinking."
"I guessed as much. I could hear the rusty wheels turning." Kuja glared at her. She just laughed. "Darling, you are way to much fun to tease!" Kuja blushed. Darling! She had to know! There was no other explanation! How would she react? How long had she known? What was she going to do? Crims answered his mental questions then and there.
She sat up and kissed him.
Edonil: What think you all? Are you happy? Oh, and would you be interested in reading a story about Crims (the story of her life- I think it would be interesting). Please Read and Review!