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"It's okay if you use me. As long as you are safe." Kuja
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[attr=class,bulk]Her head still spun from the sudden rush of magic. She closed her eyes to keep the world from circling around her. The blood from the fang bite slipped down her pale arm in soft rivers. She did nothing to make either better. She was too stunned by his laughter. He received a blank stare from her, as she held no understanding the purpose behind the humorless mirth. Then, his words made her realize that she had been a fool. He had not been in any danger. 'Of course, you weren’t. I was an idiot.' She said softly, as if to echo his thoughts. Her eyes lowered to where droplets of her blood absorbed into the sand. [break][break] He was much stronger than her. Enough so, she thought it had been useless to go against him as he moved to destroy two worlds. What were two of these creatures to him? [break][break] Why had seeing him so ill-disposed motivated her so? She knew in her heart she needed to protect all genomes. “The day at the Iifa tree.” She found her breath enough to finally talk, her eyes opening to look up at him. There was something dark in his eyes, but it made her simply more fascinated by his expressions. At least his eyes were not hollow like the others of Bran Bal. “Both you and Zidane were hurt.” She pressed a hand to her heart and closed her eyes. “I was too weak to do anything but stand on the edge.” [break][break] Of the edges and banished to the edges, removed from the ceremony of her predecessors’ final moments. And all she could do was hope they could feel her echoes. To let them know she was still there for them, despite her weakness. [break][break] She tried to psychically project the warm, melancholy feelings she could not put into words for him. He had asked, hadn’t he? But she tried her words again. [break][break] “I don’t want to stand on the edge. I don’t want you to hurt like that anymore.” She had felt him and Zidane deep in the roots of the Iifa tree. Their feelings had shook her then and she wanted them to be safe. [break][break] She softened and nodded her agreement. His permission to guard him gave her a sense of duty that she meant to keep as it swelled in her. It was all she wanted to do. “Understood. I won’t let them reach you.” She said softly and with determination. It didn’t matter if she was hurt, as long as he was safe. She turned away, expecting him to unleash another, if he had anymore.
Kuja felt quite pleased with himself. He’d managed to unlock some secret motivation inside her and had used it to toy with her to his own advantage. His plans had come along quite well, and all of the effort he’d put in had finally seemed to pay off. She’d called herself an idiot, dejected with her head lowered and looking like a cat dropped into a dumpster with, well. A dead flan. It was all quite amusing, and he would have been entirely content spending the rest of the day mocking her for her weakness and loyalty in turn.
Then she spoke. Out loud. The six words which he never wanted to hear again.
”That day at the Iifa tree.”
Kuja froze. He felt his smile falter. In an instant, his throat had tightened, and he felt that terrible dread rising up within him again. It was a dread that he didn’t want to recognize -- that he didn’t even want to acknowledge. Yet here it was, seizing him again with the morose echoes of green and red and the life which had left him.
’I’m useless to this world.’
”Shut up.” Kuja felt his nails dig into his palm. He and Zidane were hurt? She was weak? What did it matter how she’d felt about any of it? She hadn’t been there, and she hadn’t died.”I don’t care what you want. I’m fine!”
She tried to push her feelings onto him through their shared connection. Something calming and sad and sentimental. He shut her off immediately. Sharply. With no small amount of recoil.
He turned from her, waving a dismissive hand. ”I’m doing this for you, not because I need your help. You’ll practice by protecting me. Because apparently you can’t get enough of living at the heels of your master’s leash.” Just as Garland had trained them. Oh he’d wanted a good little dog to follow his every command. He’d almost forgotten that they could bite of their own volition.
With that, he thrust the last stone slab roughly aside. It flew across the arena, skidding into the sand and kicking up a wave of dust. Out came the fangs again. Two of them or so he assumed. He still had his back turned and his arms crossed. He gave a sharp wave of his finger and cast another cure spell on Mikoto without looking at her.
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Whelp. She's a ball of self-doubt. This is all her fault. Kuja
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[attr=class,bulk] She soon found the words suddenly bitter in her mouth. His face had turned to that dreadful look again when they first met and she mentioned Garland. No it felt more terrible than that. Her kind words seemed to have bruised him somehow. The young genome did not understand what she was doing wrong. Only that she had done something to make him upset again. [break][break] There was a sharp denial of connection. The psychic backlash made her head snap back and she took a few steps back to steady herself. Her nose began to bleed and her eyes brimmed with water. She didn’t bother with either. She stood there a little dazed, her eyes feeling like swirls. The other genomes had not done that to her before. [break][break] She tensed at his words, just as he seemed to tense at her’s. He didn’t care what she wanted? Then, why had he asked? Why did he still continue to teach her? And why did he say he was fine, when it was so clear he was not? Why did his actions contradict his words? She felt her chest tighten and her lungs felt heavy. [break][break] She really was useless. [break][break] She wanted to protect him and yet all she seemed to do was frustrate and hurt him. But, she was only doing what genomes were built to do. She didn’t understand how else to behave. [break][break] She caught a glimpse of his palm as he waved it and turned away from. She could see the deep gouges left by his nails. He was hurting himself? Then, he seemed to coil so tightly, she thought he might further harm himself. She looked at her free hand, dirty with flan and sand. [break][break] What had the people she met done? They reached out for her. Quina, Cecil, Garnet, and even the stranger in the desert. Kuja, himself, had done so too. She switched the rapier to her other hand. It was already looking a little red and raw, but was clean from holding the hilt so hard. [break][break] She gingerly took a few steps towards Kuja, and managed to tug on his sleeve. “Don’t hurt yourself...” It was a gentle request, filled with an unspoken apology. She could protect him from the threats beyond, but not from himself. [break][break] He didn’t need her. It was her own selfish desire to protect him that brought this about, wasn’t it? [break][break] Was he really upset that he yanked her leash from Garland only to give it to him? Is that really what she had done? Perhaps, she really would have been better off ending with Terra. Existing beyond her home was probably not possible for her. [break][break] She had so much more to say, but it all felt stuck in the back of her throat. His reactions were quick. Her tail fluffed again at how far the slab flew, obviously showing Kuja’s emotion. Then, a wave of warmth filled her with more strength. She looked back at him for a second. [break][break] If he was mad at her, then why... [break][break] But, she had no more time to think. The Fangs were coming for him. She corrected her weapon hand and ran for the snarling creatures. She could at least try to be a little better for him, even if it was hard to focus now. [break][break] She suddenly found herself in a dance with the faster creatures. They snarled and snapped at her, and she kept them at bay with her agility and a lashing of the rapier. Her magic was draining from her, now that she used so much of it. She didn’t have her predecessor’s endurance just yet. [break][break] One Fang lunged and she deftly dodged it, while purposefully kicking up the sand to blind the second one. The second one yipped and stood in its spot, simply shaking itself as if it would get the sand from its eyes. Mikoto went to cast a fire spell. But her soul seemed to draw from the coldness she felt from her last encounter. [break][break] The first wolf was suddenly encased in ice. It’s maw was still open and its eyes glassed over. Exposed to the extreme heat of the desert, the ice rapidly began to melt on the outside. It caused the ice to rapidly crack to keep up with the density and the release of gasses. The wolf did not survive the shattering of the ice. [break][break] The second wolf seemed to regain some of its senses, though Mikoto noticed its lunges were still off mark. It appeared sand was an excellent way to blind this beast. But she lashed at it again, she tried once more for the passionate fire that lent itself to her before. But the magic was frigid and left her feeling more numb than satisfied. The wolf didn’t let out a cry as it encapsulated than burst. [break][break]
When it was over, she stood with her back to him. Her eyes looked up at the blazing brightness of the blue-white sky beyond the ledges of the monoliths here. She didn't know one could feel so cold in the desert. [break][break] Would he ask her to leave his side now that training was done?
Kuja didn’t pay attention to the fight. He heard it behind his back. The fangs were yipping and snarling and dancing about in their aggressive duet. He heard Mikoto struggle against them. Kuja didn’t much care for the outcome. Either Mikoto would dispatch them or she’d bleed herself into unconsciousness, and that was the moment that Kuja would rid himself of them easily, casting a careless Life spell to revive Mikoto before he made his way home.
It didn’t much matter to him. He wasn’t the one at risk of ’hurting himself.’
What had possessed her to offer him such advice? No, not advice. She had pleaded it of him. Kuja had only ever looked out for himself. He was the only person who really mattered, after all, and if he didn’t put himself at the highest regard then who would? Kuja had never once hurt himself -- or at the very least he’d not done so in a way that wouldn’t overall benefit him.
Working himself too hard perhaps. Putting himself in danger, certainly. But he would never have actively brought himself to harm. He couldn’t think of a single-
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The fangs died. She stood victorious. Or impassively victorious. Now that he’d cut off their connection, he couldn’t so easily guess her emotions without looking at her. How inconvenient.
”Well. You did it.” Kuja couldn’t summon much in the way of congratulations. He hadn’t prepared for this part at all, in fact, and he certainly hadn’t expected himself to deliver it after she had offended him so. He’d been quite certain that she would have fallen at the mercy of rabid beasts. Oh well.
Kuja tilted his head to consider the blazing sunlight. ”We can return here another time. I’ll find something stronger. Clearly you need more of a challenge.”
It would only have worth as an experience if it reached her limits and well and truly hurt her. After her abysmal first attempts at spellcasting, he’d gone too soft on her. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.
”My dragon should be nearby. There’s no point in wandering across the desert on foot.” With that, Kuja walked away, heading towards the arena’s bounds before he easily vaulted it, kicking up sand in his wake.
He wanted the quiet of his underground lair. The darkness, the solitude, the echo of his thoughts. It was cool beneath the sands, and the very air was woven with his familiar magic.
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"Echo colours the words with faint traces of sorrow (The Narcissus myth) or accusation (The Pan myth) never present in the original." [break][break] -Narcissus: “May I die before I give you power over me.” [break] Echo: “I give you power over me.”-
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[attr=class,bulk] His words reached her, but it sounded distant and hollow. In fact, it was more a statement that was so completely obvious. But, it still was an acknowledgement. She stood still not looking at him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” The gentle words were filled with exhaustion. She literally could not have done this unless her mentor was here with her. His mere presence affected her so much that she could act on her own. He deserved the praise for being a good teacher, not her. She was but a stubborn learner. [break][break] It took her a moment to realize she was trembling. He was inviting her back to Silver Dragon. She couldn’t detail what she felt. Exhaustion that threatened to take her and blackened the edges of her vision. Though her body had been crudely stitched back together with spells, the aches where she had the most impact were apparent in her arm, tail, and where she had been dropped front first. There was the gritty, hot feeling of the desert on her skin. [break][break] And then there were the two conflicting and less physical feelings. Part of her felt like her chest was lighter. Kuja had been mad at her. Incurring such wrath from Terra’s overseer had most certainly meant a negative ending. And yet, Kuja still allowed her to follow along. And she found herself turning and taking a couple steps after him. [break][break] She stopped in her tracks. It was as if she was a statue as she simply looked at her feet sinking into the sand. [break][break] The other part wanted to just run into the desert. She was being a burden was she not? Her failure to act made him intentionally put himself in the arena. And she said something that hurt him. She was failing miserably at making herself useful. If she stayed with him, would she simply be a detriment? [break][break] How did one resolve the two conflicting feelings? [break][break] With what strength she had left in her legs, she vaulted to the top of the arena wall. Then her legs gave out and she found herself sitting. She gave a sigh at the weak limits of her vessel. [break][break] “It was thoughtless of me to say something detestable.” She said softly and apologetically. He was strong, beautiful, and terrible. What did he need her for? He has been on living planets years before she was even a thoughtful experiment. He put this all together for her. She shook her head. No. His mood was her fault because she suggested something untoward. “I’m...I’m sorry.” That’s what she felt right? This cold distant ache in her chest. [break][break] She managed another bout of energy, gravity doing most of the work for her to get to the otherside of the wall. She could see the intelligent Terran creature in the distance, and the sight made her know what she wanted. [break][break] There really was nowhere else she wanted to be than by their side. She padded quietly behind him. He taught her today didn’t he? And she learned a little more. He gave her the rapier. She would be sure to cherish his gift and take good care of it. Soon, the conflicting feelings left her and she was filled with gentle gratitude.
