Hetrosexuality?

In my yoai?

It's more likely than you think.

I am so angsty, so please excuse that while I attempt at writing a sex scene for later on in the story.

To be honest, it might not even happen, cause' I'm scared to death of what people will say about it.


Over the past few weeks, I had grown to like Kuja even more that I had in the first place, if that was even possible. We had our 'loving' nights every so often, even though I still wasn't ready, if you know what I mean…

I walked outside to where Kuja was sitting, and sat on the floor in front of him.

"I was thinking of visiting Freya later, if you wanna come. I had a letter of her this morning telling me she had something important and exciting to tell me."

"Really? Then I wouldn't want to miss that."

I giggled, and we both went to call Choco. Once he had arrived, Kuja lifted me on, as I was still a little short to get on by myself properly, and he got on behind me.

"Let's go, Choco!"

"Kweh!"


"Whoa. Before we even step foot in there, what's going to happen when the Burmecians recognize me?"

"Well, most of them were in Cleyra when everything happened… So I guess…"

"Yes. I get it Zidane. Speak no more."

"The inhabitants here are basically the next generation; I doubt any of the kids are gonna remember you. Besides, Freya defiantly would have patched things up. I hope."

We walked over to Freya's house, and I knocked on the door. When Freya opened the door, I ran in, jumping up and down.

"What's the exciting news? What is it what is it?"

"Ha-ha, calm down Zidane. I'm not sure if it'll be that exciting for you, but I'm sure excited."

"So what is it?"

"I'm pregnant."

I was really surprised more than anything. I just never saw Freya settling down with a family before. But never the less, I was ecstatic for her.

"Really? Oh my God, serious?"

"Yup. Due in a few weeks."

"Congratulations Freya! I bet you can't wait to be a mother!"

"I'm actually a little nervous… But I guess I've put up with you all these years…"

"Aww, you don't have to be nervous! If you can take care of me, you can take care of anyone!" I ran toward Freya and hugged her.

"I'm sure you'll be a wonderful mother, Freya." Kuja said.

"Yup, and we'll help when the baby comes!"

Freya snickered under her breath.

"Yes Zidane, I'm sure you'll teach them the secret of the thief."

"Hey, you gotta start somewhere!"

"Have you thought on any names?" Kuja asked.

"Yes, I was thinking Vaan for a boy or Lyra for a girl."

"I like the name Lyra, and I have a friend named Vaan!"

"Really? I'm glad you like them Zidane."


When we got home, I was a bit tired, and I was feeling a little depressed for some reason.

"What's wrong Zidane?"

Kuja wasn't stupid. He could tell when something was wrong.

"I'm just feeling down, that's all…"

"How about we go for a night out in Treno?"

"Yeah… I'd like that…"


We must have walked for hours, and Kuja bought me whatever I fancied; which in this case was a plush moogle. I had a soft spot for plush toys.

It was getting late, and Kuja had brought me to this really fancy place; it was full of women with frilly dresses, and men in handsome suits. Grand music was playing, and the majority was slow dancing.

"Come dance with me Zidane…"

"You set this one up, didn't you?" I smiled.

"My plans always come through…"

He led me toward the middle, through the thicket of people, and started to dance. I had no clue; I had to be honest… But Kuja led me, his touch so gentle that it made me shudder. I dug my head into his chest.

"I love yo-"


Kuja didn't care that Zidane wasn't a good dancer. After all, he doubted that Zidane had even been to a place like this before. But Kuja enjoyed the time he had with Zidane, the pure innocence he held. He loved the way Zidane nestled his head on his chest…

"I love yo-" Zidane started to say; but before he could say it, his body went limp.

Kuja automatically caught Zidane, and shouted out his name in sheer surprise and despair.

The whole room stopped. Everyone stared at Kuja, holding an unconscious Zidane. Kuja ran out of the building, looking for someone who might be able to help. He fretted for Zidane's life.

"Zidane!" A small, familiar voice called.

The small black mage ran toward the couple, Kuja momentarily relieved, and then his hopes had been dashed, as no one had told the child that Kuja and Zidane were together.

"Wait!" Kuja shouted.

"What have you done to Zidane? You said you wouldn't hurt him once me and Freya left!"

"It isn't my fault! Now I have no need for this mindless blather, I must find someone who can help!"

"No! Get off Zidane!"

"Vivi…" A terribly weak voice spoke up.

"For goodness sake, save your strength!" Kuja ordered.

"Take me… To Doctor Tot… He knows… What I need…"

"You mean you need that nasty stuff again…?" Vivi asked.

"Yeah…" His body went limp once more.

A small tear ran down Vivi's cheek, emphasizing his grief for the older boy.

"Vivi…" Kuja muttered, "What nasty stuff…?"

"I don't know what it is… But Zidane doesn't like it…"


GASP

Slight cliffhanger, I think...?

Again, please excuse my angst...