I was righteous. I was, I wanted what was best for everyone, always. For the entire world. That was obviously not allowing some lunatic destroy everything. Obviously.

But for some reason, I didn't feel like I cared what happened, ever, when I felt him nudging at my side with his foot. He'd knocked me down, again. I had been desperately trying to find a potion in my pocket, it took me several moments to do so, and he allowed me to. If I were him, I would've finished me off right then. Why play with me, really? If you're looking to destroy the world, why not eliminate he who opposes you when you have the chance? He left me go. He left me roll over and stare up at him for a long moment.

He appeared to be perfect. It didn't matter what my idea of perfect really was, I couldn't find a single thing wrong with him physically, and I couldn't find a single part of him I didn't lust for. But I couldn't even think about that too long, because I coughed, and then I coughed again, and rolled over, leaning up on an elbow, another cough splattered blood onto my hand.

I was going to die. I was bleeding internally, I knew it, I could feel my whole body aching. And then I felt overwhelmed with the pain when he touched me. It felt like he was trying to crush my body with his bare hands. Obviously, that was not what he was doing. But I passed out anyway.

When I awoke, I was not any place familiar. And I felt as good as new. Completely bare, but completely healed, and I was quite pleased with that. But my friends, where were my friends? Why was I here alone and why did I have an awful, awful feeling that they weren't each treated with the same care? As these and other thoughts of the like traveled through my mind, I became unaware of my surroundings and it was some time that he stood there, in the doorway, before I realized he was there.

When I looked over at him, I realized I must've looked surprised. As if I hadn't seen him so scantily clad before; now he wore the same thing he usually did, however, he was missing his shoulder gear. His top half was bare, and his hair fell perfectly around his face and onto his shoulders.

Instinctively, I drew the covers closer around myself. I simply stared at him. I really have no idea how long it was like that before he finally spoke.

"Nothing to say?" he questioned, stepping closer to the bed; he stopped to stand at the foot of it and looked down at me. My lips began to move before the words even came out of my mouth. What did he want me to say, really? I was confused.

And that wasn't something he neglected to notice. He smirked. "Nothing at all?" he asked, leaning over slightly as he spoke with that odd smirk of his still, completing a narrow-eyed expression he tended to wear sometimes and I continued to stare. His eyebrows rose as he looked at me, as if he were expecting a response. I shook my head slightly.

"Nothing?" he asked again, leaning over more and proceeded to climb onto the bed. "No.. 'thanks for saving my sorry ass,' or anything?" he questioned, crawling towards me. The closer he came, the further back I leaned. I was so shocked I didn't even know what to do. So I mumbled a "Thanks.."

"For..?" he asked, leaning over me as I laid on my back on the bed. "For..saving me.." I whispered, looking up at him. He gave no reaction to my response, but had taken to pulling the covers from me slowly, to expose my bare chest to his fingers. Oh, I was a boy, my body was so far out of my own control it was insane, his fingers touching me just like that had me aroused, and all he had been doing was drawing invisible patterns across my chest, completely neglecting to touch the sensitive pink flesh of my nipples at all.

He could tell he was torturing me. He could tell by the lump under the covers that he was sitting on, and the gasps that escaped me when he moved slightly on me, or like when he leaned down to press his kisses to my chest.

I found it difficult to keep from gasping, or from moving. Especially when his lips attached to my neck and I felt kisses being placed there as well. "Kuja.." I breathed, trying to arch my body up against his more, but he tortured me still by pulling back. "Is something wrong, Zidane?" Oh, he was awful. I didn't know it then, but he wanted me to tell him. He wanted to know what I wanted him to do to me.

"Touch me, please.." I whispered, reaching for his hands and tried to place them on myself. "Please.." I repeated, because as soon as I let go of them, his hands withdrew again. I looked at him, I tried to look desirable. I tried to make him want me with my mind. It wasn't working, though, he drew back again. I didn't understand, what was he doing? Had I done something wrong?

I couldn't take it, I was emotional, I was aroused, I was overwhelmed, I closed my eyes tightly and rolled over to hide myself as soon as I felt his weight leave me. I could feel the tears escaping, and I wiped at them harshly under the covers. I heard him moving around, and moments later, I felt his weight return to the bed. I was so confused; I peered out from underneath the covers at him.

"What's the matter, Zidane?" He asked, pulling the blankets from me again and sliding under them himself. "Can't keep it up for me?" he asked, sliding a hand under the covers and I felt his fingers running over my thigh. "Please don't tease me.." I pleaded softly, closing my eyes again. But his hand left me, and I felt him moving again.

When I opened my eyes this time, it was because I'd felt what I assumed was his hair, trailing along my stomach and down.

I felt his kisses again; they were warm from his soft mouth. Soon, his kisses seemed to stop and I felt something warm and wet.

I moaned loudly. I was a virgin. Sure, I'd pleasured myself before, but this was so much different, it was so much more intense, I think I may have passed out shortly after climaxing. I'm not really sure why. It felt like a sleep spell had been cast on me.

The next thing I remember is waking up alone in that room again. As soon as I remembered what had taken place, I panicked. I was losing to him. It took me a few short moments to locate my clothing and I dressed quickly and escaped the room he'd kept me in through the window. I ran. I ran a long time until I came to the nearest town, where I came across my party who had been searching for me desperately.