Edonil: Hey, I'm on time! Isn't that neat?

Explanation: I got a few questions about the kujhemolets. Basically, people seem to believe that Kuja's blood will turn into quasi-molasses and won't be able to carry oxygen. Somebody didn't read the explanation in the story! Notice that I keep referring to the kujhemolets in reference to the solid parts of the blood, not the blood as a whole. His blood is still mostly liquid, just like ours. And I also said that kujhemolets can perform the functions of the other blood cells. They're like super-blood-cells that do everything at once! Don't worry, these things won't kill Kuja.

Disclaimer: I own... the kujhemolets! Which are named after somebody who doesn't belong to me.

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Iifa: Ancient Tree of Life

Chapter Ten

The sun was shining! The birds were singing! The sky was bright and blue, and...

The people of Alexandria were glaring at Kuja.

It did make a certain amount of sense. Kuja had, after all, partially decimated their fair city. It stood to reason that they were less than pleased to learn of his continued existence. That was, of course, why Kuja had remained hidden for so long.

But if they couldn't do anything to hurt him...

"Sunshine and daisies make me happy" Kuja sang softly and uncharacteristically to himself. Most days, he would rather squish happy things. But today he would make an exception. "La la la... Dum-dee-dum... Sunshine... Daisies..."

"You!" Kuja was hit in this side of the head by some kind of rotten fruit (it was too far rotten for Kuja to tell exactly what it had been). Most days, Kuja would have used a nice flare spell to deal with the annoying little pest who dared to muss his perfectly combed hair. But today he would make an exception.

"Good morning to you, too, good sir!" Kuja said cheerfully, beaming at the civilian. The civilian took a step back, looking quite terrified.

"Er... I'm sorry, don't know what came over me..." he muttered. Kuja cut him off.

"Come now, it's perfectly alright! It's too nice a day for me to care, wouldn't you say?" Kuja then walked- no, skipped- off to see the sites of Alexandria.

"Sunshine and daisies make me happy... So do little birds... Life is wonderful..." It suddenly occurred to Kuja that his random singing might annoy the Alexandrians, and he didn't want that! He switched to singing something with a tune. "I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and... GAY!"

"You look gay," somebody muttered. Kuja ignored Somebody and continued.

"And I pity any girl who isn't me today!"

"So you are a girl!" Somebody exclaimed. "I wondered..."

Kuja stopped singing.

The happy feeling was wearing off slightly, and Kuja was starting to get a bit... edgy. Perhaps because of the muttering whenever he passed. Perhaps because there were clouds forming in the sky. Perhaps because some people were coming at him, armed with torches and pitchforks.

Wait! Torches and pitchforks?

"AARGH!"

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"Urgh!"

THUMP!

"Urgh..."

CRACK!

"Ur..."

SPLAT!

'Splat' is a rather interesting sound. It can be a very good sound, but it can also be very bad. An example of a good 'splat' is the 'splat' that results from an enemy of humanity reaching the ground at the bottom of a cliff. An example of a bad 'splat' is the 'splat' that results from one being an enemy of humanity who has just reached the ground at the bottom of a cliff.

Luckily for Kuja, this was just an in-between splat.

Kuja was literally dropped off at the edge of Alexandria Harbour (in a mud puddle, which resulted in a 'splat'). Most days, Kuja would have jumped up and flared his attackers before they could say 'splat'. But today he would make an exception. More because they'd broken several bones than because he didn't want to, of course...

Then Kuja remembered his uber-special blood, and found that maybe today was something like most days after all.

His opponents vaporized, Kuja stood up and walked back to Alexandria Castle.

Drat! I thought everything would be fine! I have grown complacent, of late. I am used to Dagger, and her trust in me. I am used to Beatrix and her trust in Dagger. I am not used to these pathetic, worthless, idiotic, ignorant...

No. Don't insult, them, Kuja; they just nearly killed you. They probably would have, if not for the kujhemolets. Maybe even then. Can I be killed? I can be injured, apparently. I just heal quickly. If any of them had split my head open... It's probably a good thing that they wanted me to die in agony.

This is not fair! I am Kuja! I destroyed a world! I nearly destroyed another! I'm intelligent, powerful, beautiful... I am better than this! I don't deserve to be mauled by some pathetic paupers! My life is so unfair...