We went nowhere until everyone was sure I was fully restored to perfect health; I felt much better, physically. But Kuja haunted my dreams and my waking thoughts relentlessly. I didn't know what to think. Did I simply enjoy the time we spent together and crave it because he pleasured me so well? Did I just want to get off? Or did I want him because I wanted him?

It confused me a lot. I couldn't think of much else, and when we traveled, trying to find him, part of me hoped we didn't. But part of me hoped he found me first and took me to heaven and back with his kisses and caresses.

I had yet to repay him the favor of actually doing anything for him when we met. And we met several times through my travels. Always while the others were sleeping, or while they lay in defeat, I would crawl over to him sometimes, others, he would come to me. Like now, I lay on the ground. I went easy on him, but he was relentless in that, too. Ultimately, I did myself in. This time, I couldn't move. I could feel the blood running down my face.

It hurt to breathe.

When he came over to me, I could barely see him. I couldn't focus, and my vision was blurry. He showed no remorse, but simply cast a powerful curing spell on me. He played with me.

When I was fully healed, I sat up, wiping the blood from my face; I looked around at my friends, and immediately stood to pitch a tent for them. He always just watched as I did this. As I carried them inside and placed them carefully on the blankets, tended to their wounds and gave them potions. I stepped out of the tent, to see him standing there alone, still.

He hadn't uttered a word, but I watched him.He appeared to be caressing himself, I watched his lithe fingers dance over his fair skin.He was the strangest person I'd ever met. He watched himself in the reflection of a window nearby. Why didn't I hate him? He just beat my friends half to death, and I still wanted him.

"Mm..You're a good boy, Zidane." He said, turning to me as I approached him. "..What is wrong with me.." I mumbled as I grabbed him, I pulled his slender body against my own and kissed him. I wanted him in the worst way. I wanted him in every way. It seemed the second I chose to dominate him, he moaned. He tried to move, but I held him, so he didn't. I backed him up to a wall, and he writhed against it, pressing himself towards me.

I noticed a change in him. He was submissive, he was letting me do what I wanted, and it seemed to arouse him.

He had no objections to my turning him around and pulling his clothing away to expose his backside. This was the first time I was in full control. The first time that I made him gasp and moan like he was.

Our bodies were still clothed, mostly. But it felt amazing anyway. It was certainly different.

When we were finished, neither of us moved. He pressed himself back against me, turning his head as far as he could manage. "Kiss me." He said, pulling my arms around his slim figure with his hands, and held them there. I had no objections, I kissed him. For several moments, before I decided to pull out of him, which caused him to gasp. I zipped my pants back up and he pulled his clothing back on all the way again.

I glanced over at him. His face was still flushed, his hair was slightly askew. I reached over and pulled him into my arms. "Did you like that?" I asked, "Yes.." he whispered. I smiled a little.

"Kuja.." I whispered, I kissed him. I kissed his mouth, and his neck, and near his ear as I whispered to him again. "Stop this nonsense. Have me instead. Have me all day every day, if you want. I don't want to keep fighting you." I tried to keep things how they were. I wanted him to remain in that slightly submissive and obedient mode he seemed to be in, but I must've killed it with my words.

"Zidane. I will kill you one day." He said, pushing me off of him and turned away from me. He was leaving. And I didn't want him to leave like this.

"Kuja..Please.." I said, following after him. I grabbed his wrist to stop him but he turned around and smacked me. I continued anyway. "Kuja," I whispered his name. "I.." I wanted to say 'I love you.' I wanted to tell him I needed him. I wanted to tell him that I couldn't live without him. But the way he glared at me broke my heart.

But I said instead, "I hate you. I will kill you first." I told myself to be strong. I told myself I wouldn't give in to him again, nor would I let him beat me. "I won't let you keep up with this. I won't allow you to continue murdering innocent people, and hurting my friends!" I was enraged.

"You're brave." He sneered, turning towards me again. "You think you can stop me? You think you can change my mind or something?" He asked. He continued to come closer to me; I backed up to the wall I'd pressed him to not long ago. "Do you think that I care for you?"

Those words hit me hard. I don't know why, I don't think I expected him to care for me, but to hear that he didn't so harshly. As he grabbed my face and forcefully kissed my lips, I felt my eyes stinging with tears. "Kill me, then." I whispered, "Leave my friends alone, kill me." I begged, "They're no threat to you, not even combined." I whispered, neglecting to acknowledge the tears in my eyes that were blurring my vision.

As I closed my eyes, I heard him laugh, and I tried to slide down against the building, but he grabbed my shirt, and held me up. He held me against it roughly, and I had no choice but to look at him again. "I wonder how they'll like it when they find out what you've been doing with me. How often Zidane's been alone with the enemy and not tried to off him once." He whispered, his face close to mine, and with a glance, his eyes directed my gaze over to the tent, where Garnet had stepped out of and was now watching us with an unreadable expression on her features.

"Zidane!" She called, and ran over to us. Her staff in hand, she started to summon Shiva, but Kuja let go of me to hit her, sending her to the ground, her staff fell from her grasp and rolled off.

He hit her. Right in front of me. Like I wasn't going to do anything about it. He was making to cast a spell on her when I ran in front of her to protect her. "Garnet, run!" I said, glancing behind me at her as she scrambled to her feet. But she didn't go anywhere far. The next thing I knew, she'd grabbed her staff and cast a shield on us, protecting us from his magic, temporarily.

"How sweet." He said, going for her again, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. She cast something, I don't know what it was, but it sent him flying backwards.

I turned to her, wrapping my arms around her. "Are you alright?" I asked, brushing her hair back from her face gently. She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me. I kissed her forehead. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kuja standing again, so my gaze turned to him, but he just stood there, watching for a moment, before he turned and ran off to that dragon of his and flew away.

The look of hurt on his face was something I hadn't noticed. He told me he didn't care. He hurt my friends and I, time and time again. Why would he care? I assumed he was in pain from the blow he'd been dealt.