So I was asked the question. "When does Kuja get a weapon?". Well, I hadn't thought about that, and the reason for the delay of this chapter is that I had to design one fitting of our Angel of Death. Well, I think I've done it, and you'll all have to tell me what you think.

Chapter Six: Rykashi's Gift

The pair of them exited the waterways of traverse town and walked toward the first district. "So...where too now?" Kuja couldn't believe his calm demeanor, especially after what the two of them had just encountered. However, Rykashi didn't seem to irritated or nearly as enraged as she had been beforehand. Instead she gave him a cheerful glance, which was odd for the violet-eyed girl he had just met the day before. Perhaps it wasn't odd at all, beings as he had only met her a couple of days ago. Either way, it caught him off guard, as he wasn't used to it.

"The moogle workshop" She replied. "I was having something made for you while you were recovering."

"Something made for me?" Kuja stopped for a bit. "What for?"

"I know you're a powerful magic user, but there are some enimies you'll meet that aren't very vulnerable to magic." She turned around when she realized he had stopped. "I can't be the only one of the two of us that knows how to use a weapon."

"You're having a weapon made?" He inquired, warily. He raised an eyebrow as he resumed walking behind her.

"Don't worry, I think you'll find it fitting. The moogles are taking special care with my design." She grinned again before knocking on the workshop door.

"Who is it, Kupo?" A voice came from behind the door. Rykashi smiled and laughed to herself. "It's Rykashi, we spoke a couple of days ago, remember?" The moogle swung open the door, his pom pom swaying with his movement. "Of course I remember, Kupo kupo! Come on inside! It's almost ready!" Kuja watched as she greeted the other moogles inside the shop.

"You coming, Kuja?" He heard, and so he shrugged, walked in and a moogle closed the door behind him.

"So how is it going?" The platinum haired girl knelt beside a moogle near the fire.

"Almost ready, kupo! Be patient, will ya?" She laughed, nodded and then stood up to walk over to him.

"You look worried." She said to him when she stood beside him. "Why?"

"I'm not worried," He raised an eyebrow at her "Should I be?"

Before she had a chance to answer, the moogle by the fire brought over a cloth wrapped bundle to a nearby table. Kuja could still feel the warmth from the fire in the fibers of the cloth as he unwrapped the metallic object inside.

"Excellent work, Master moogle." She shot an approving glance. "Pick it up, Kuja. Tell us what you think!"

He did as he was told, while his eyes grew large with amazement at what he saw. A black leather grip in the center of a long silver pole granted a sturdy handhold that would not easily slip. On each side of the grip, the shaft extended toward both the floor and the ceiling. Light from the fireflace glinted off the smooth flawless edge of both curved blades, one on each end of the shaft. A design of flames was etched on the flat surface of each blade.

"A scythe..." he wispered in approval.

"A double one." Rykashi corrected with a mischievious grin. "I take it you approve?"

A swift twirl of dangerous steel and silver brought the blade to rest at his side. Resting on the floor, it reached clear to his shoulders. "You could say that." He replied with his own trademark grin, with one finger curled slightly at his chin. "Thank you."

Rykashi worked on the payment with the moogle craftsman until, after a heated debate, they came to a good price.

"How much did it cost anyway?" Kuja asked the girl. Her munny pouch considerably smaller.

"Don't worry about it. If you can help me find this Sora, then it will be payment enough."

He shrugged, and didn't really care to argue. The streets were dark now, the only light collected in pools around the street lamps. Even though he could see no one on the deserted streets, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Rykashi stopped in her tracks.

"Can you sense them?"

"Yes...They're here..."

The next thing Kuja saw was the bright keyblade sweep into the black air. He couldn't see the dark one, but he didn't need to see it to know that it was there. His hands formed a tight fist around the black grip of his own duel scythe.

"You ready to test it out, Kuja?" She said calmly over her shoudler.

"Peace is but a shadow of death..." He murmered in response, and he swung the newly forged blade into the writhing darknes...

Tah dah! So, does the weapon pass inspection? I thought a scythe would be fitting for an Angel of Death...and I just had to make it a double one...mainly because I've never seen such a thing before...haha.