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"I'll make you weapons, but it's not like I care about you, baca."
Why should the world exist without me?
”I don’t mind trying it in action.”
She didn’t mind. For some reason, that struck him. It felt strange, he thought, to stand on the other end of this kind of training. To be the instructor rather than the obedient pupil. He’d never really considered it -- why would he ever have a need to teach, after all? -- but there was a kind of familiarity to it. A perverse familiarity. He wondered if he should adopt a more unforgiving, calculating demeanor.
But that just wasn’t him, was it?
The girl looked up at him. Her hollow eyes were imploring. ”The bag.” It was her first command since they’d met. He raised an eyebrow.
’And if I say no?’ The words danced at his lips, preparing for the kind of mocking smirk that guaranteed power over a lesser being. But that would have been pointless, and he didn’t particularly want her bag anyway. He magicked it back and tossed it her way with a flick of his wrist. She caught it. Oh good.
”When we first met,” she droned on. ”You said you had magic and weapons. Do you know what would best fit?”
He looked at her plainly and then laughed. ”To fight with, you mean?” It made sense that she’d want something on her side if she would be at the mercy of whatever trials he thought up, but the image still struck him as funny. This girl -- this genome -- still fresh from her soulless husk and gripping weaponry in her hands. It was a stance of power. That, he thought, was what made it so absurd.
Genomes were tools. Utterly powerless. At least they were when they had her eyes. Still, he was a weapons dealer at heart. He couldn’t help his own professional interest. Something that would suit her…
”That depends on what you’re looking for,” he said with a wave of his hand. ”Genomes are built in equal parts for agility and magical prowess. One from our souls. The other from-”Our vessels.”Our build. Zidane takes advantage of the former, but can access the latter in situations of raw desperation. I far prefer the latter, but my reactions are above that of any Gaian.” Enough to escape the fire of Bahamut’s mega-flare at least. Or to almost escape it. ”I wouldn’t recommend anything that requires raw strength. That is beyond our particular capacities.”
He didn’t think they were even capable of building muscle mass. They were created as they were and would forever be. Even Zidane had his limitations -- aging aside.
”So it depends,” he concluded. ”There are rods to channel magic or blades to, well, stab.” It was crude, he thought, and without elegance. He far preferred to keep his distance without any of the sweat or blood or calluses to ruin his nails. It was an art that wasn’t an art and which required absolutely no intelligence or thought.
Still, Mikoto had only begun growing into her own self. Maybe she’d turn out as stupid as their faux brother.
”Or blades which can channel magic,” he added. ”I suppose that wouldn’t be a terrible place to start.”
He could craft them if given the proper materials. He was a dealer of magical weaponry and equipment. He knew his way around synthesizing his wares.
Until now, Kuja had blatantly ignored the gawking onlookers who had slowly gathered around them. They whispered about rampant destruction and vandalism. Kuja had expected it, he supposed, though it irked him nonetheless. They had finally stopped merely witnessing the carnage of machinery, but had started taking action. That action being to ask someone else to handle it.
”They’ll ask us to pay for the damages,” Kuja said. ”But I’d rather not cause a scene.”A scene, in this case meaning mass murder. He walked past her, not bothering to wait, until they came across the next trial. It was a field of multiple targets, all set up to be struck in rapid succession. It would do.
”Come to me, silver dragon.” He raised a hand and extended his will into the space beyond them. He felt his dragon roosting nearby as he’d instructed. She came to attention at his command, and he felt her taking flight. It wouldn’t be long before they made their rather dramatic escape.
”This city has become rather droll, would you say?” Kuja didn’t turn to look at her, but he knew she was listening. ”I think it’s time we took our leave.”
For a moment, she thought he would say something. But the seconds ticked by. She found her bag materialized and tossed at her. She caught it and looked curiously at him. She had not actually expected it back, but her words must have been misconstrued. She simply wanted to point out that her weapon was in the bag, thus she would need one. She hugged the bag to her and looked up at him wonderingly for a moment. She would need to learn to use her words better. Even if speaking was so tiresome. [break][break]
She pulled the bag away from her and placed it on the ground. Crouching to its height, she rummaged through it, pushing aside her Terran clothes and other bought items. She pulled out her sheathed dagger and placed it within her pink ribbon of a sash. Upon standing, she wordlessly held the bag up for him to take back. Would he take it back or make her hold on to it for all the trouble she was causing him? He had not punished her for all her inconveniences and incompetencies yet. Was it still waiting for her? [break][break]
A nod confirmed he was correct. A weapon to fight with. Isn’t that what weapons were for? Such aggressive actions still felt foreign to her, but even she knew there was a basic need to protect resources and one’s own. She wanted the tools and ability to do so. She quietly listened to his explanation of what would best suit her. Agility and magic were their strong suits. Part of her doubted she would be better in one or the other than her predecessors. They had much more years on here and were well adjusted to the strengths of their vessels. She would be more than happy to test both. [break][break]
A blade to channel magic? How complex that sounded. Did this mean he would craft it for her? “What components do you need?” Mikoto would obtain them. It was for her, wasn’t it? She should put some work into it too. [break][break]
Her eyes turned from him to the other people in the park. It was the same look on their faces as when Quina stole their food and implements to cook. And just like then, she had the urge to simply retreat. But now, she was with another genome and she turned back to Kuja. “If you wish to stay longer, I will protect you.” Simple and earnest. A thought crossed her mind. Why did Terrans have to follow the rules of another primitive planet? Terrans weren’t bound to their limits and it was intolerable for them to suggest otherwise. Especially, when in time, she would watch them wither like the black mages. Then, there would be new rules built by their replacements. Kuja had to put up with this with no reprieve for many years. She felt a small bit of understanding. [break][break]
However, another part of her knew they probably should not have destroyed the hard work of the engineers who built the machines here. Even if it had been shoddy craftsmanship. She could not help but feel a pit in her stomach for what she had done. She could fix what was broke and make it right, if allowed to by her teacher. [break][break]
But, it seemed he had already made his decision. Trailing behind him, she paid them no more mind. Had her time in the city been droll? “It was fascinating...” She learned so much in one day. And even though the humans here were now hostile, there had been a few who were eager to help her in the city. They taught her much and showed her how to perform the tasks given to her. Seeing the city, and the many different people and the fruit of their labors. Even if such fruits were mediocre at best or simply distracting at its worst. [break][break]
“...And tiresome.” There was so much energy to expend in the city. Not to mention all that she must now process and try to understand. Plus the small amounts of magic used in training, caused her to feel easily fatigued. She was more than ready to take her rest. She stood beside him and looked up to him with an admiration for his tolerance. [break][break]
“Where will we go now?” Then, as she was thinking about the events in the city, “Are we not going to the play?”
Kuja glanced to her in surprise. She seemed, as always, deathly seriously. He could have laughed. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Kuja to find himself holding the strings of some pawn or another, led along by whispers of promises he didn’t intend to keep. It was another thing entirely for a puppet to come so willingly to his grasp. He couldn’t imagine what she thought he’d done to deserve it. Maybe she merely had an instinct for subjugation.
”You? Protect me?” Kuja’s lips flickered with the shadow of his unvoiced laughter. ”I don’t think that will be necessary.”
In truth, he could kill every one of the park’s pathetic security in seconds if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Such pointless destruction wasn’t really his style.
A strange trait for an angel of death. Perhaps even a defect. He waved it away.
Kuja looked to the skies, waiting. He felt his dragon draw ever closer. He hoped she came in time to awe the masses into submission. Even sweet lies to the owners of this establishment felt like far too much effort.
”It was fascinating,” the girl went on. She paused before adding, ”And tiresome.”
And noisy and crowded and interesting and beautiful. It was alive. An intimidating prospect until one grew accustomed to it. He couldn’t say for certain that he was even still. So often, he found himself revelling in the dry heat of the desert, in the harsh bite of the wind, in the invigorating shower of rain. A Gaian would have found such things mundane. Idiots.
”To the east,” Kuja answered without bothering to comment about the city. ”I have a place of residence there. Well, two. One in the city and the other buried among the sands when I’d rather go unbothered.” His room in Aljana was really nothing more than that -- a room. It was rented, however, and not often in use. The day’s travel between the city and the heart of the desert was an annoyance even as the crow flies.
Or the dragon as it happened. The utter chaos he’d sewn to acquire her had been entirely worth the effort.
”There will be plenty of plays,” Kuja went on. ”And I’d rather not rustle any more feathers.” As though on cue, a few silver feathers drifted from the sky, and he looked up in mild interest. There was his dragon, casting her far above the city. Torensten was wary of dragons, he knew, and it really wasn’t safe to bring her to the heart of it. Still, she knew better than to descend into the range of fire until the last moment. That moment being now.
The reaction was instant. What had once been curiosity and irritation gave way to panic and concern. The bystanders were shouting, some running to keep their distance, others scrambling backwards and staring in awe. The park’s employees were desperately flagging security. They must have thought they were under attack. Hilarious.
Kuja waited for his dragon’s landing then wasted no time in vaulting onto her back. He found his bearings between her shoulder blades then reached out a hand for her. He didn’t have time for her graceless scrabbling.
Once she was secured, he willed the dragon ascend, not bothering with another round of instructions. The dragon thrust herself higher with heavy wingbeats that brought them towards the sky in jerking gasps. Kuja wasn’t bothered. He knew how to keep his balance.
”It’s three days to Aljana,” he said, the chaos on the ground already well forgotten. ”We’ll have to stop along the way.” And grow quite sore and restless from the flight. He supposed she was likely used to waiting.
”Well?” he asked as the city faded away. ”Did you learn anything?” It was a test, he supposed. ’Have you found some semblance of individuality today?’ She would be insufferable if she hadn’t.
She turned to look from the threats to him. His eyes had widened and she could see deeper into the blue. But it gave way to another expression, she was unsure what it meant. Happiness, and yet, not quite. It did not bother Mikoto. Instead, she was amazed once more by his switch of expressions.
[break][break] And with that same countenance, he refused her assistance.
[break][break] She listened to his comments on the city. So, even he had times he wanted to be unbothered. Just like her. And he had planned his solitude out better than she had. Where she wanted to be high up to be hidden from the living world, it seemed he preferred to go deep into the earth. She was curious about this, but she would not intrude into his safe spaces unless invited. Perhaps, this was due to Garland locking them out of places he would rather them not be. Not intruding was less painful.
[break][break] Her gaze followed his to the sky. How deep a blue it was and how vast. The clouds seemed to greet it with white puffs of its condensed water. So light and gentle. Then, Mikoto lit up at the sight of the silver dragon amongst the clouds. She was another part of home Mikoto was happy to see.
[break][break] Apparently the denizens of the park were less happy to see her. Mikoto turned to look at their surprised reactions. She had not noticed Kuja was already on the dragon. It took another second before she turned and instinctively reached for his hand. He was firm and quick to help her up.
[break][break] She was less timid about climbing onto her back this time. The second trip into the sky was less disorienting, though her stomach still twisted at the motion. She reached out her own psychic energy to the silver dragon with a soft, kind gratitude for her assistance. Perhaps, even a touch of comfort at her presence. The genome’s hands ran along the down feathers and she felt her heart swim at its softness. Even her soft scent reminded her of home. Had she too, defied fate with Kuja?
[break][break] He spoke to her again and she looked up at his back curiously. Her hair ruffled by the wind, she pondered what he had meant in his question. Hadn’t she shared what she learned while they ate their ice cream bars of deformed faces? She looked down and saw how small the world seemed beneath them. It was comforting to know she was so far away. A small respite from the overwhelming living planet below.
[break][break] ‘I learned that the people here are very concerned about me. And then they followed me around, even when I gave them permission to leave.’ Jessie, Cecil...and even though Garnet had rubbed her the wrong way, she had really been concerned about Mikoto too, hadn’t she? ‘I don’t understand why.’ She shook her head, they had no reason to be. Especially those that scolded her.
[break][break] ‘That the water is very much alive above and below.’ Truly a fascinating prospect. She had not seen such a large body of flowing water before. It was beautiful to smell its salty spray and listen to its rhythm. ‘I very much like sweets and the scent of wood and flowers.’ Her chosen perfume was but a mix of rosewood, oak, lilac, osmanthus, and roses. Soft and wispy, but it reminded her of the Headstone forest and the playful spirits there.
[break][break] ‘Simple designs are preferable over distracting patterns.’ She remembered the patterned dresses that seemed far too much for her. ‘I don’t know if I like make up. Do these people know how to wield such delicate instruments near one’s face?’ A flash of distrust at remembering her discomfort at being blocked in a chair with a stranger bringing implements near her face. It was a task she failed. Was this enough?
[break][break] ‘I enjoyed learning magic with you today. Even if we both don’t understand control.’ Too honest, perhaps.
[break][break] As they leveled out, she curled up between the wings of the dragon. Her scent causing the young genome to close her eyes and think of this Aljana. She could not imagine such a place near a desert. Wasn’t it more prudent for life forms to live in places of abundance? Or perhaps, her understanding of such a landscape was beyond her. Were the people the same? Or would they be just as fascinating and exhausting as those of Torensten?
