Title: Canary's Lullaby
Series: FF9
Pairing: One-sided Kuja/Garnet
Warnings: game spoilers, Kuja babbling
Canary's Lullaby
Garnet til Alexandros looked like a true fairy-tale princess, lying still and quiet and beautiful on the settee. Elegant and pale in her enchanted sleep, she awaited but the loving kiss of her tender prince to awaken her once more.
"But why would I want to awaken you?" Kuja inquired contemplatively, brushing a dark lock away from her face. "You would simply fly away again, my canary."
Garnet would not, could not, answer, and a part of Kuja mourned that he could not hear her canary's song.
"You and I could make beautiful music together," Kuja declared, sitting up. His hand remained on Garnet's face. "Ah, yes! We could stun this unworthy world!" He smirked. "Although I can do that by myself."
He waited, but Garnet remained silent on the settee. Kuja's smirk faded.
The adopted child of that beast, Brahne . . . one of the last summoners . . . soon to be the victim of Zorn and Thorn's extraction abilities. Kuja stood and tossed his hair, deliberately turning his back to Garnet.
"Cornelia died in the play," Kuja informed the unconscious girl. "To this day, people still discuss why she had to die. Was it to prove her devotion to her lover? Or perhaps to her father? On and on the fools blather on, wondering why the poor beauty had to die.
"But we know why, don't we, my canary?" Kuja spun back around to face Garnet, his eyes blazing, his pale skin flushed. "For the tragedy! There can be no true beauty without tragedy, and Cornelia was beautiful. I could not breathe when I saw you take the stage, taking that fatal blow, collapsing lifelessly to the floor. You personified Cornelia's lovely tragedy, and I knew I loved you then!"
Garnet lay still, untouched by Kuja's passion. Uncaring, Kuja kneeled beside her, lowering his head until his lips were inches from hers. He could feel the power within her, alluring and dark and deadly and the very heart of temptation, temptation too great for even her own mother to ignore. Kuja breathed her and it into himself.
"Of course you could play her so well," he whispered. "You were born to play the part. You were born to be the heroine in my masterful play."
Kuja leaned closer. He could almost taste her. "With one kiss, I could awaken you and make you my queen. I would trap you in my cage of gold and silver, a beautiful gilded cage you would grow to adore. You would sing a sweet requiem for your kingdom and baptize it in your tears. You would beat your wings bloody against your cage even as you enchanted me anew with your sorrowful melody."
Garnet's breath was sweet and soft against his lips. Kuja smiled. "Alas, you are destined to remain my beautiful, tragic canary. Do not fret, beloved. The eidolons extracted from you will spread this beautiful tragedy over Terra and Gaia both, and all shall feel my love."
Pulling back, Kuja favored Garnet with a tender smile. "Sleep, my sweet canary. Your role in my play shall be the most magnificent of all."