Kuja (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} brandy_kuja) wrote,@ 2006-07-19 11:16:00 |
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Saved by a Mouse by Jason
[Set when Kuja had lost his powers for a short while.]
Kuja sat on the floor of his room, a dark expression on his face as he ran his finger slowly up the blunt edge of a knife. Vere, with the use of a lot of mirrors, looked on the man now sulking on his bedroom floor. Kuja know doubt knew that Vere had placed and adjusted mirrors here and there in order to be able to see into Kuja's room from down the hall, but he did it anyway. Had Kuja really lost his powers? Vere watched a while longer and then quietly, snuck down to the kitchen, leaving Kuja wallowing in more self pity.
Kuja, after a short while longer, stood, and wiping a tear from his eye, made his way down to the kitchen to grab some food. He had a plan now, he wouldn't let on that he had lost his powers, at least, not until he was sure he could ge them back. "Night time??" Kuja said to himself, slightly puzzled. Kuja never really paid attention to such things when he had his powers. the flick of his wrist turned night to day, if he so wished, but generally, he had more pressing matters or helpless victims to attend to and simply didn't notice the weather. Today, however, was a different matter. With the loss of his powers, he had become more susceptible to the weather and sneezed, abruptly and quite ridiculously, making some kind of honking noise. "Is this what I've been reduced to?!" he thought to himself, "A blundering buffoon, walking round like a goose to the weather's whim!" Kuja made his wasy slowly into the kitchen wiping his nose.
Vere thought back to a time not so long ago. He had infiltrated an enemy stronghold, spending three months pretending to be a merchant until he could get near enough to his enemies city walls in order to assasinate one of their generals. He despised assassination, loathed it. This was a different case however. Far different. This general had burned down villages, and ordered his men to pillage and rape. He deserved what he got. He snuck into the temple late at night, and hid himself away in the shadows.
Kuja took his third step into the large kitchen and shivered slightly. He looked around for any signs of food and started to rummage through the mass of cupboards.
The enemy general soon entered the temple with a bellowing sneeze, and wiping his nose, knelt in front of the large shrine. He emptied his pocket and produced some small fruits, and nibbling on them, began to say his prayers.
Vere looked out from his hidden spot in the shadows, his knife hidden well under his shirt so as not to reflect even the slightest bit of light as the other knelt, looking into a low cupboard. "Can't even make some lousy food without my powers" Kuja cursed as he knelt further down to get a better look.
He was ready to slash, but continued to remember.
Vere moved silently from his spot, deep in the shadows of the temple and moved up behind the general. Rape, pillage, breaking strong conducts of war... had the man no redeeming features or merits of the soul. With a simple slash, he bled the man's throat and spat on his corpse before slipping away into the night.
Kuja bumped his head on the cupboard as he stood up. "Son of a..."
"Taking things and people that don't belong to you" he thought. "Destroying... meanness." Vere was ready to pull the dagger. "Does he have no redeeming features?"
"Cheese!" Announced Kuja, excitedly. But only the smallest piece. A mouse, at just the same time, and with a similar expression, though sounding more like, "Squeak!" popped its head out of a small hole in the wall. Kuja looked at the cheese and at the mouse and then thought about his stomach. "It's yours little mouse" he said, and then added with the tiniest whisper, "I may need you some day" and laughed to himself, having baited bait with bait.
Vere sheathed the dagger under his shirt and remained hidden. For some reason, he was glad Kuja had given him the option not to kill him. He wish he knew why though, for Kuja was no doubt cruel, no doubt twisted, but for some reason, strangely intriguing. Vere smiled to himself. "Saved by a mouse" he thought to himself.
[End Note: This story is sooooooooo cute! And the irony at the end is fantastic. (I needed this explained to me) So Vere didn't kill Kuja because he saw Kuja making an act of kindness, not hearing the whisper, when really Kuja was feeding the mouse so he could use it for another 'mean' purpose later on ^^ Hehehe. I love it. And it gives us more information on who/what Vere really is.]
[Set when Kuja had lost his powers for a short while.]
Kuja sat on the floor of his room, a dark expression on his face as he ran his finger slowly up the blunt edge of a knife. Vere, with the use of a lot of mirrors, looked on the man now sulking on his bedroom floor. Kuja know doubt knew that Vere had placed and adjusted mirrors here and there in order to be able to see into Kuja's room from down the hall, but he did it anyway. Had Kuja really lost his powers? Vere watched a while longer and then quietly, snuck down to the kitchen, leaving Kuja wallowing in more self pity.
Kuja, after a short while longer, stood, and wiping a tear from his eye, made his way down to the kitchen to grab some food. He had a plan now, he wouldn't let on that he had lost his powers, at least, not until he was sure he could ge them back. "Night time??" Kuja said to himself, slightly puzzled. Kuja never really paid attention to such things when he had his powers. the flick of his wrist turned night to day, if he so wished, but generally, he had more pressing matters or helpless victims to attend to and simply didn't notice the weather. Today, however, was a different matter. With the loss of his powers, he had become more susceptible to the weather and sneezed, abruptly and quite ridiculously, making some kind of honking noise. "Is this what I've been reduced to?!" he thought to himself, "A blundering buffoon, walking round like a goose to the weather's whim!" Kuja made his wasy slowly into the kitchen wiping his nose.
Vere thought back to a time not so long ago. He had infiltrated an enemy stronghold, spending three months pretending to be a merchant until he could get near enough to his enemies city walls in order to assasinate one of their generals. He despised assassination, loathed it. This was a different case however. Far different. This general had burned down villages, and ordered his men to pillage and rape. He deserved what he got. He snuck into the temple late at night, and hid himself away in the shadows.
Kuja took his third step into the large kitchen and shivered slightly. He looked around for any signs of food and started to rummage through the mass of cupboards.
The enemy general soon entered the temple with a bellowing sneeze, and wiping his nose, knelt in front of the large shrine. He emptied his pocket and produced some small fruits, and nibbling on them, began to say his prayers.
Vere looked out from his hidden spot in the shadows, his knife hidden well under his shirt so as not to reflect even the slightest bit of light as the other knelt, looking into a low cupboard. "Can't even make some lousy food without my powers" Kuja cursed as he knelt further down to get a better look.
He was ready to slash, but continued to remember.
Vere moved silently from his spot, deep in the shadows of the temple and moved up behind the general. Rape, pillage, breaking strong conducts of war... had the man no redeeming features or merits of the soul. With a simple slash, he bled the man's throat and spat on his corpse before slipping away into the night.
Kuja bumped his head on the cupboard as he stood up. "Son of a..."
"Taking things and people that don't belong to you" he thought. "Destroying... meanness." Vere was ready to pull the dagger. "Does he have no redeeming features?"
"Cheese!" Announced Kuja, excitedly. But only the smallest piece. A mouse, at just the same time, and with a similar expression, though sounding more like, "Squeak!" popped its head out of a small hole in the wall. Kuja looked at the cheese and at the mouse and then thought about his stomach. "It's yours little mouse" he said, and then added with the tiniest whisper, "I may need you some day" and laughed to himself, having baited bait with bait.
Vere sheathed the dagger under his shirt and remained hidden. For some reason, he was glad Kuja had given him the option not to kill him. He wish he knew why though, for Kuja was no doubt cruel, no doubt twisted, but for some reason, strangely intriguing. Vere smiled to himself. "Saved by a mouse" he thought to himself.
[End Note: This story is sooooooooo cute! And the irony at the end is fantastic. (I needed this explained to me) So Vere didn't kill Kuja because he saw Kuja making an act of kindness, not hearing the whisper, when really Kuja was feeding the mouse so he could use it for another 'mean' purpose later on ^^ Hehehe. I love it. And it gives us more information on who/what Vere really is.]
