Edonil: Me again! I'm so excited… I'm not going to tell you who kidnapped Kuja's daughter until I see some guesses, by the way. So started guessing! (I'm malicious, and like cliff-hangers and such.)
Disclaimer/Claimer: (To the tune of "I Love You" from Barney)
FFIX ain't mine.
Mine FFIX ain't.
If it were, I think I'd faint!
But Crims is mine, and Sarah, she is too!
Please enjoy, this story's for you!
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To Change
Chapter Eighteen
"Kuja?" Kuja just moaned and pulled a pillow over his head. "Kuja!"
"What is it, Crims?"
"Have you heard our daughter crying recently?"
"No, thank goodness."
"Don't you think that's a little odd?"
"I'm tired."
"Go check on her."
"Why me?"
"Because I'm sleepy."
"Fine." Kuja stumbled out of bed and over to where his daughter was sleeping. Why was Crims so worri-
His daughter wasn't there.
"Crims!" he yelled.
"What is it?"
"She's… not here."
"WHAT?!?!?!" Crims leaped out of bed and came running. "Oh my gosh! Where she is? What happened? Is she ok? Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!"
All that was in his daughter's crib was a note. Kuja picked it up and read it. "Crims," he whispered, handing her the note. "Look at this!"
Crims read the note. Then she collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
Edonil: I know, that was short, but the chapter just seemed to want to end there. I suppose I'll write more tomorrow… Please start guessing who the kidnapper is! I want to see people's theories…