Comfort Me With Lies {Zidane}

[Kuja]

The whole Kingdom was in mourning, to walk the grounds of the city and castle one could feel how heavy the air felt. The people had lost their beloved Queen, having only just gotten her back yet it seemed the fates would always be cruel to Alexandria. Music did not play in the streets and even the bars were silent, the people were shells of what they once were it was almost like that gave up. The grave of the young Queen was open to the public; Kuja had made sure of that it had also made him look better in the public eye. However one thing did set them at ease with the current situation, Kuja had not been left with complete power Zidane the loyal friend of their Queen was now in charge of half the kingdom.

The silver haired Genome was currently standing in the throne room, a small gathering of knights before him staring up at him as he paced back and forth. "Search further, I don't care where you must go but my sister must be found we cannot afford to have her to fall into anyone’s hands" Mikoto had gone missing after the death of the puppet, no one had seen where you went or what way she even headed when she left. All Kuja knew was he wanted her back in the safety of the castle, he had sent out countless search parties each one returned empty handed. The knights saluted him before they turned and left the room, the clanking of their armour being the last sound Kuja heard before the room once again become silent.

The genome did not stay long after his men left; he grew tired of them returning with nothing to report and with the current power situation and mourning of the city he could not deal out the punishments that he longed for. It was no lie that Kuja was angry with what that puppet had done to him, using her last words to leave half the kingdom to Zidane. For one thing Kuja did not share power with anyone, no matter who they were Kuja did not rule with anyone other than himself. As he walked through the hallways leading to his room he glanced at the paintings on the wall, most of the new ones depicted the late Garnet in her white dress sitting on her throne or in the royal rose garden.

His own bedroom quickly came into site; no one had spoken to him much since their return to Alexandria. For Kuja had be tasked with handling most things, dealing with letters to other royals, the search for Mikoto and for some reason a lot of the people had been coming to see him about the Queens death asking what they should do. Kuja entered his room and closed his door gently; he had been avoiding seeing the blonde genome for some time now mostly because he couldn't stand the sight of him moping around always looking like he might break down in tears at the mention of Garnet's name. Slender pale fingers quickly word on undoing the buckles that held his shoes and leg guards on, he needed to relax a little.

The same fingers then reached behind his back and slipped under the silk of his skirt, they worked on one last buckle the soft click echoed around the room. A silver tail flipped out from underneath the pale pink fabric, the hair was slightly lighter than the hair on his head Kuja always assumed it was lighter because of the lack of sun light it received. Kuja walked across his room, placing his shoes and leg guards near his vanity mirror it was from the table top of the vanity the he picked up a necklace. Approaching his bed of sky blue and gold, his tail took hold of the neck lace as the man moved to lie on the bed. Silver hair spread out around his head and shoulders, pair legs lay against the pale blue of his sheet. While his tail held the necklace above his face, sapphire blue eyes watching it sway slightly.

The silver haired siren had never felt stressed until recently, what with the shift in power, the loss of his sister and having to deal with all this sadness it was quickly beginning to frustrate him. Plus that woman who constantly followed him around seemed to want to have a relationship with him, in truth he only kept her around to baby sit Zidane and to have some eyes watch him and relay information back to him when need be. Eye lids grew heavy with each passing second and before Kuja knew it they fluttered shut, his tail dropping the necklace onto his exposed mid drift before it lowered swishing from side to side as it hung of the edge of the bed.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] But his conscious already knew it wasn’t a crude joke, in any sense. ”I searched, but…with what you said…I can’t leave Alexandria.” A sniffle would fall from the pink lips, and Zidane tensed at a sudden hand to his arm. ”D-Dagger. Mikoto?” Worn eyes would land only on a civilian, whose actions were meant to help comfort one of the current Lords – Kings? – of the kingdom. Though he was thankful for the tiniest of gesture, Zidane had retreated from her touch. He’d mutter a weak,”Don’t touch me.”

He set off toward the castle, dragging his feet in an almost limping manner. He would enter the main hall, a few spare knights chattered amongst themselves, plotting further search parties into other nations. Zidane would approach, and felt himself slip farther away once they guards fell silent – knowing they were not going to upset him, unknown to them that shutting him out pained him more. Why did everyone…actually, Etoile hadn’t been around him since the assassination. If she was, she’d make lessons swift and painless – with seldom complaints, as if she were giving him time. Brutus had been sneaking treats, and offering an ear for Zidane to rant out; but all Zidane could do was simply shake his head, before locking himself into a room. At least now he was out, in a sense, roaming the castle – but all roams were meant to find Mikoto; which all ended up unsuccessful missions.

Suddenly it dawned on him, he was going to Mikoto’s room once more to see if she was with her summon. Already knowing she wasn’t there, Zidane knew what he had to do…he couldn’t stand to have Kuja ignore him as well, and with the current words of the Queen echoing in his skull…Zidane knew they had to speak, again, soon. Even if Kuja hated him for what he said – which Zidane wouldn’t blame his brother for it – they needed to see eye-to-eye. Even if what relationship they had was shattered, Zidane would do his best to help Kuja with the current duties; even if that meant tossing away his gypsy roots as a whole.

”…Kuja,” he’d wait for an answer, the blonde counting the minutes by oglops. The hazy vision fell to the wooden door, staring blankly at his shadow eclipsing the door with the current lighting. Eleven oglops…twelve oglops… Half lidded eyes would fall onto the doorknob, and with great hesitation the blonde grasped what was needed. The knob was chill to the touch, considering the boy was currently gloveless, as he twisted and pushed to open the door.

The various fragrances Kuja wore invaded his sense of smell; the blonde genome’s eyes stinging as a response. Swallowing deeply, not a wise idea seeing as his already clouded head felt rather dizzy, Zidane advanced into the bedroom; shutting the door with a light click behind him. As expected, the silver haired genome’s room was in perfect order. Kuja wouldn’t accept anything else but perfection. Leaning against the door, to make sure it honestly did shut, Zidane’s eyes still focused on the floor beneath. Was Kuja even in his room? He would’ve already directed rage at Zidane, but there was silence.

Zidane’s realization dawned, there wasn’t just silence but soft breathing could be heard. Finally the sky blue irises were raised to the equally sky blue bed; the sight made him tense momentarily. Was Kuja…honestly taking a nap at a time like this? The blonde genome would slink closer, tip toeing to avoid disturbing the sleeping male. However, once he stood directly at the bedside, Zidane inhaled at the sight. Locks splayed out, forming a halo of silver around the siren. The blonde felt his heartbeat increase, the scene before him was nothing he had ever expected. Kuja was napping, peacefully by the looks of his lips parting ever slightly with his light breathing. This was how it was meant to be – peaceful – not like the Iifa Tree scene, Zidane knew deep down his heart melted at the scene. Kuja, the master of the art of war and seduction, laid in a slumber that gave him the appearance of innocence and vulnerability.

A sun kissed skin hand was raised, simply grasping the necklace from his brother’s limp grasp. Clenching the object tight to his chest, Zidane fought back the wanting to whimper. Why did Mikoto suddenly leave? Was she taken by her will, but why wasn’t there a ransom if that were true? His eyes stung again, the perfume having nothing to do with it, before Zidane inhaled sharply. Mikoto. You gotta come back, Kuja’s stressin’… The blonde would place the necklace safely on the nearest furniture piece near the bed, Zidane figuring Kuja wouldn’t want to damage the jewelry in his sleep.

Speaking of Kuja, Zidane’s eyes fell to the form below as his cheeks flushed. ”You’re gonna catch a cold,” a hushed tone, the genome not wanting to speak too loudly. Much like a mother would care for her kids, Zidane would lean over Kuja’s form (doing his best to avoid the silver tail) to grasp the sheets. Pulling gently, Zidane worked on tucking Kuja in by overlapping the sheets. His lips spread to a warm smile, once he was complete, as he hovered over the mage. The siren would sleep, and Zidane felt his heart warm ever slightly. ”You can’t say no one didn’t care for you,” tears threatened once more, and Zidane knew one would fall onto Kuja if he didn’t control himself. Once more his, now hoarse, voice broke out. ”I’ve told you before, didn’t I? Don’t go dyin' on me. Seriously, don’t…I can’t…”
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[Kuja]

Sleep brought many things to the Silver haired genome, they brought him some peace and relaxation they also brought him dreams. Most would think Kuja was not one to dream when he slept, all those who thought such a thing would be sadly disappointed to learn they were wrong and he did in fact dream. As he lay there on his bed of sky blue and gold, the silk sheets cool to the touch his mind began to form his dreams. The outside become lost to his ears and mind, his body was weary from travel and the stress from not finding his sister. He had hidden it all well like the perfect actor he was, no one had even been able to tell the now appointed leader of Alexandria hadn't been sleeping most nights.

In the mind of the sleeping siren his own world began to form, a world of his own creation and one were everything was as perfect as he wanted it. Kuja stood on the deck of the invincible above a burning city, down below he could see his own army working its way through the city killing all those who got in their way. The souls of the dead were than forcefully drawn into his airship, the city below had become consumed with the flames of war. It was the perfect sight to see to the sapphire blue eyes that watched from above, everything from the fire to the countless dead bodies that littered the ground was beautiful.

A small smile formed on the sleeping form that was Kuja, unknown to him of the blonde who was currently watching him in this most vulnerable moment. As the dream continued Kuja found himself looking down on a new city, this one to have become consumed by the flames of war. Yet another picture perfect scene to watch, as Dream Kuja turned on his feel to look behind him he noticed a set of sky blue eyes looking at him. It was Zidane dressed as he always was, blonde tail swaying behind him the only thing off about him was the look of disgust that was directed at Kuja himself. In the real world a silver tail thrashed suddenly, making contact with the one thing in its path the leg of the real Zidane.

The dream of the siren quickly twisted again; no longer did he stand on the airship with Zidane no now he stood at a lake side. The crystal clear water caught the sun rays making the water shine like diamonds, it was a scene Kuja had seen before no not just seen he had been part of. Obel Lake had been where Kuja first spotted the blonde haired genome; everything was the same as he remembered. "Obel.....lake" the sleeping siren mumbled softly in his sleep, his voice was softer than normal and held no emotion in it at all. To some it was simply the mumbling of a sleeping soul, yet to the only other person in the room it did have meaning.

However it seemed his dream would be short lived, as the real world pulled him back into its embrace. As he slowly came out of slumber he was aware of two things, the first was that silk sheets now covered his legs and the second thing was that someone was standing next to his bed. For a moment he remained still, as he listens to the last few words spoken. It seemed that fate had decided to be cruel on this day, the one person Kuja could not stand to see was now in his room and judging by his voice was on the verge of tears. "My room is not a place for you to come and cry your heart out, nor is my room a place you should even be" there was no snap to his voice; his voice had an emotionless edge to it almost like he was bored.

The silver haired Genome slowly sat up in his bed, silk sheet sliding off his legs as a single leg was raised slightly to rest his chin on. Sapphire blue eyes did dare not look at the blonde; instead he looked over at his vanity the only other thing in the room he could manage to focus on. "So why have you come Lord Zidane, to inform me of yet another empty handed search party if so than don't even bother I grow sick and tired of the soldiers inability to do anything" he dared a side glance at the other, the site of the sad blonde was almost heart wrenching. Sky blue eyes now surrounded by red puffy skin, the luster and light that once shone from the other seemed to almost be gone it was like a painting that lost all its beauty.

Kuja cast his glance down at his own tail, the silver appendage was still close to Zidane's legs in fact every now and again it would brush against the others pants legs. "Soon Archades shall be consumed by the flames of war once again, the people of Alexandria shall have the blood they want" it would be easy to twist the pain of the people in hate, once that was done it would be easy to suggest war to the people.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/b] If ya don’t like Kuja or Zidane as a pairing. =T Do not read. I will warn ya all. ♥
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The smile on Kuja’s face, without knowing what truly was going on in his dream, made Zidane’s chest warm. As the dreams would shift for Kuja, the blonde wouldn’t expect what would happen next. Kuja’s tail thrashing alerted the blonde, eyes growing wide before gazing down at the appendage. Just what are you dreaming of…? Gazing at the sleeping beauty, the blonde felt torn of guilty and joy, for simply watching the siren. His lips, though forced, flashed a weak smile. Something about this scene felt right, like it should have been, and…that he wanted to see more of.

Kuja’s lips would part, still sleeping, and would mumble. To most, those two words would hold no meaning – besides Kuja recalling being there and reminiscing over it. However, to Zidane, those words sent waves of various emotions down his spine. Instantly did his face brighten to a rose red as he took a step back, almost tripping on his currently limp, tail. Kuja was…dreaming of Obel Lake…no, instantly the monkey boy went to hugging his body; mocking the actions he tried at the said lake. Finally the tail entwined itself around his waist as Zidane shuddered. Kuja was dreaming of him, wasn’t he?

By the looks of it, Kuja was enjoying it too. Zidane’s face, if possible, would flush more at that thought. Yes, the blonde was guilty of having dreams of that day – or would he had called them nightmares if it wasn't for the fact he actually didn’t mind, he, after all, didn’t say ‘no’. He knew he should leave, mainly after that, but suddenly the silver genome shifted in his sleep. Lashes fluttered open, drowsily at first as Kuja scanned the area, before falling to Zidane. Which, the blonde instantly froze and muscles tensed – expecting a form of physical lash out.

Instead words were spoken, but lacked the tone Zidane expected. Straightening up his form, the tail unwrapped itself from the waist, Zidane did his best to hide his flustered expression. Something was truly troubling Kuja, and Zidane fought back to embrace him – much like he had done with Mikoto so many times before that – and tell him everything would work out. However, the blonde knew Kuja wasn’t even near pleased with him, the bored tone of how he spoke was enough to give it away. ”I know,” he said, suddenly his voice cracking; guilty he interrupted a dream or two Kuja was enjoying. ”I wanna know if you’re alright…I haven’t seen much of anyone lately…” Zidane would close his eyes, forcing another meek smile. ”I gotta make sure you’re not running yourself down…and to talk ‘bout everything that went down.” A quick inhale,”Kuja..we have to get along…” Truly pathetic Zidane sounded – why, yes, he did.

”No one’s told me yet,” the blonde let out a sigh, suddenly sitting on the edge of Kuja’s bed. ”My searches in the castle got nowhere,” The blonde would flinch at Kuja’s statements of the knights being practically worthless. In a sense, Zidane believed those words – considering he eluded them quite a bit of time…however…A sigh escaped his lips, as Zidane would reach down to touch Kuja’s tail. ”I get ya on that one, Kuja.” Fiddling faintly with the silver fur, before allowing his own tell to entwine with Kuja’s, the blonde continued. ”But they’re tryin’, that alone should count.”

He trembled when their tails responded to their emotions, and Zidane didn’t want to pry himself away. However, he knew he’d only upset Kuja more. ”But, if you want me too, I can leave.” Pulling his tail from Kuja’s, the blonde genome would stand up. Once more he’d swallow back tears and force a smile, inside he wanted to scream for Kuja to comfort him, before speaking. ”You can talk to me if ya want, whenever you need to, Kuja…” Heading to the door, Zidane would reach for the door handle; his insides screaming, and pleading, for the other to say something – anything – to stop him from leaving. Zidane didn’t want to be left alone, he was always clingy when depressed – and damn did he need someone to hold near. Oh, his wish came true…Kuja did, indeed, speak but not exactly what Zidane wanted to hear. Irritation boiled over at the siren’s words.

Zidane was willing to let the title of ‘Lord’ pass Kuja’s lips, ignoring the sting of being tied to it. He couldn’t just simply toss the title away, much like he had done before, with the fact his friend had requested it. However, the talk of the city of Archades burning for Mikoto missing is where Zidane drew the line. Slamming the door shut before turning on his heels, Zidane let out an audible hiss. This time, however, the blonde vowed not to usher words of hate to Kuja. ”Don’t speak of war so lightly!”

The action was swift, bodies collided together, as Zidane leapt onto the bed and aimed to tackle Kuja. If he’d succeed, the blonde genome would shift his weight evenly not to hurt the other male. ”MIKOTO WOULDN’T WANT WAR ON HER NAME.” The brows formed a ‘v’ as blue irises locked with sapphire. Furry, mixing with adrenaline, rushed through Zidane’s body, his muscles tensing; the genome wouldn’t know if Kuja could stand the look again. Ever since the mote incident…”We will find her, Kuja! Don’t give up so easily! She’s got Persian!” However, something snapped when Zidane realized his sister couldn’t physically fight. The teen’s body trembled as he nearly chocked,”DAMMIT ALL. Why didn’t I teach her to protect herself!? I’m a…horrible brother…” And suddenly it clicked about the lord being another addressing of not considering Zidane as much as anything. Like back in Archades and all he was, was a bodyguard..!

”Dammit Kuja, I’m not Lord to you!” He didn’t care about their current positions, nor did he care if Kuja honestly casted any magic through his body, much like he did with that assassin. Zidane’s eyes misted as his spark to fight glistening through the threatening tears. ”I’m just Zidane, like how you’re Kuja to me.” He’d shake his head, letting blonde hair dance before speaking again. ”No, you’re more than just Kuja.” Lips spread to a forced smile, as tears began rolling. ”But that doesn’t matter, huh? I screwed up big time.”

The shorter male would lean inward, letting his forehead brush Kuja’s. ”Since I made ya cry is when I screwed up, isn’t it?” As chipper as he acted, Zidane still knew he had to somehow make that up to Kuja. Perhaps the stress of that helped aided the Trance, the death being the final act to pull the trigger. ”What do I have to do…to make up?” Shifting his weight, Zidane would lower his gaze to look at Kuja’s lips. ”How can I show you…you mean more?" Zidane’s lips hovered over the silver genome’s and he hesitated for once in his life. He breathed,”I don’t hate you. In fact…”

He trailed off as his heart nearly convulsed, before rapidly speeding as fear of rejection flooded his expression. Zidane would take the plunge anyway.
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[Kuja]

Kuja had been avoiding Zidane for days now; it was an easy task really with the help of that shrill voiced woman and Brutus he always knew where the blonde was. He had even gone as far as dining in a completely different room, one of the many unused rooms of the castle had now been converted into Kuja's personal dining room. It had all been going so well really, Kuja would leave a room seconds before Zidane arrived and he would arrived seconds after Zidane left no one question it and no one dared asked why they were never seen together.

Yet here the blonde stood, no longer did he look the part of the proud and adventures thief no instead he looked like an empty shell of what he was. Zidane looked somewhat like the other Genome's back on terra use to, void of any sort of emotion no kick in their step they were all so robotic. The only thing that did set him apart right now was the tell-tale signs of hours of crying, or as it was currently holding back UN shed tears. "You know yet you come anyway, I do wonder if you learn from your mistakes perhaps I should increase your lessons with Etoile I have heard her mother has offered to help with your lessons" a small smirk tugged at his lips, he could still find joy in the others suffering "They say her mother is four times as strike as Etoile" and suffer Zidane would.

Kuja let out a small laugh, it was clear as day he was mocking the other for what he said. "I found life more joyful when you were not around. Oh my Zidane you seem to not know how things work do you, no one ever said we had to get along do you think most royals get along with each other if you do then you are sadly mistaken". The silver haired siren would do anything right now to get the other to leave him, he was not in the mood to deal with the other nor did he want to deal with the emotions that had started to make themself clearer with each and every day that passed by. The shift of weight on his bed told him the other had decided to make himself comfortable, he almost wanted to kick the other in the back for thinking he could so easily join him on his bed like that. However it would be the gentle yet rough fingers that touched his tail that stopped him, a small shiver ran down his tail and up his spine it was a feeling he had never felt before. "You are a fool she left the kingdom just as the stars appear in the night sky, a red cat riding off into the distance with hair that resembled strands of the sun rays itself".

The feeling of fingers on his tail was gone, but quickly replaced with the warmth of another tail this tail of blonde entwined with his own. A feeling he had only felt once before at Obel Lake, however this time it was more pleasant neither of them seemed to fight it and if Zidane had bothered to look behind him he might have seen Kuja watching the tails with a small smile on his lips. Yet that feeling was ripped away from him, his insides screamed at him to stop the other from moving it craved the affection and touch of the blonde Kuja needed Zidane more than he had ever needed someone in his whole life. "If I so ever feel the urge to talk to you I will quickly slam my face into the nearest wall to hinder such idiotic thoughts from ever emerging again" his voice still effortless held that tone of boredom, but now it held a mocking tone in everything he said.

He did not look to watch the other leave, his insides still screaming at Kuja to do something to gain back those gentle touches it longed for. He could not give in at a time like this; Zidane had taken something away from him yet no matter what Kuja seemed to want Zidane was always there to ruin it. The slamming door and sudden hiss from the other alerted Kuja that he had indeed pushed the other to far, yet before he could speak the other had already taken actions into his own hands.

The force of another body tackling Kuja back down into his own bed caused him to let out a soft gasp; his body was still tired and slightly weak from just waking up. Sapphire eyes looked up to lock with sky blue ones, as the thinner more paler of the two bodies would struggle against the other he hated this position more than anything he felt helpless Zidane had yet again taken more power from him. His own eyes furrowed in anger, lips pursed in disgust as he looked up at the blonde. "Do you think I am a stupid fool to start a war over Mikoto, the people of this kingdom want revenge on the people who took the life of their beloved Queen or do you not want to avenge her Zidane DO YOU NOT CARE SHE IS DEAD" Kuja spat back at the other Genome, it was a low blow but he was sure it would drive the other away. "That walking rug better protect her well for when I find her if she is injured that thing will be the first to die" his breaths came out quicker and little harsher.

Kuja would never admit it but he was afraid right now, Zidane had the most power in this situation and with the feelings the silver haired genome harboured for the other he would find it hard to hurt him for no reason like he once could. Instead he looked up at the other with nothing but anger in his eyes; if he could just get the blonde to leave the room things would be much better. "The Canary named you and I leaders of this kingdom like it or not you are Lord Zidane now, if you do not want it then simply go in front of the people and hand it all over to me I will take it all" even in a moment like this he tried to gain more power, this kingdom was his and he wanted it all to himself. "Finally you have seen the light my dear brother, how you stumble blind around on the stage ruining everything with your foolish behaviour and lack of grace" he sneered up at the other.

Another gentle touch deterred Kuja form his actions, he couldn't deny it to himself any longer he craved the others skin to touch his own. Oh but Zidane would make a mistake by bringing up that day, the one thing Kuja never wanted anyone to know had happened. Suddenly he started to struggle harder, hips would twist as he tried to free his legs, wrists would twist in the others grip and a silver tail would smack into the rips of the other. "I do not cry for anyone, I have killed countless people who had more worth than you why would I ever cry over you at all YOUR WORTHLESS, USELESS PUPPET I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN YOU WERE CREATED" yet another low blow, but when ones pride was hurt what was left to do.

All other words would fall on deaf ears for the moment, he was angry but he didn't know who he was angry at Zidane, Mikoto or maybe he was angry at himself. However the silver haired Siren found his mind unable to think, soft lips pressed against his own causing his body to stop its harsh thrashing. Instead he found himself in a state of shock, Zidane was kissing him and it was just how he remembered. Those lips he had thought about since Obel Lake, the thoughts of the lake made something click inside his head. Zidane had done this before at the lake, kissed him right before he tried to escape from him this was yet another trick from the thief, Kuja snarled into the kiss as pearl white teeth would sink into the soft red lips of the other, he pressed down harshly making sure to feel skin break before he would thrust his body up slapping the other across cheek with his right hand.

He threw his legs off the side of the bed and stood up, however the fabric of his skirt would still be caught under the others body the sound of tearing fabric would echo around the now silent room. There Kuja stood next to his bed, hair slightly messy his clothes ruffled and the tatters of what remained of his skirt. Sapphire blue eyes were filled with pure hatred and it was all directed at the other "Do not think me one of those song birds you can charm Zidane, I am not that foolish dead Queen do you think I am that stupid to not see through your actions" oh but how he longed for that kiss to have meant something, he just wanted Zidane to prove him wrong to show him he really did want him.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] How could he have been so stupid? He had to fix this – and, hopefully, get it right this time.

”I’m not tryin’ that, what I did at the lake I mean,” the weak plea was ushered. Slowly did the gypsy stand, though weak at the knees, as fingers gracefully touched his lips; the crimson blood still painting it thickly, and stinging with the contact. Lowering his hand, which the index and pointer were dotted faintly with red, Zidane’s gaze landed to Kuja’s. ”It’s hard for anyone to believe, but this ‘gypsy’ you all believe to be a liar and sly….for once isn’t tryin’ to be.” Zidane held neither a frown, smile, smug smirk, but instead kept his lips parted and flat lined the best he could muster. Zidane held a dead serious attitude; that was quite a new one. ”I’m tryin’ to prove to you it wasn’t fake.”

Finally he took a step forward, though small it was a huge triumph to even get his body to move. ”You call me a worthless puppet, you’re right. I should’ve been killed, you’re right on that too.” Another inch of a step,”You should have killed me. That way, I wouldn’t have gone through this.” Another step, another pause. Then Zidane repeated his action again. ”And I’m not talkin’ about everything you put me through. I’m talking about,” he inhaled, his cheek still stinging. ”How you must have felt when that bastard Garland spoke highly of me. When he shouldn’t have ever had did that…and, dammit, do I wish I could’ve been there to help you. You deserve much more.”

”I wasn’t lying at Archades either.” A pained topic to speak of,”I kept your name outta it, because I didn’t want people talkin’ down on you. Not trusting you, not giving you a chance…but, yes, you gave us hope. I know that’s foolish to you, huh?” Slowly his hand was raised to his lip, and once more did sun kissed fingers touch the crimson. ”I’m a fool, yes, but…aren’t I meant to be the jester in your play anyway?” Suddenly the hand drew back, the teen focusing on the red staining his fingers. ”No, you called me a knight. Why did ya? I thought on it for awhile,” the palm was displayed to Kuja, as a single line ran down the finger. ”And I realize knights protect those they care for. You didn’t do that with you so I’m blind – like you said – for not noticin’. However, you want a knight…you want me…willing to fight and to bleed for you. If I have to, I’ll prove I am.”

Finally the blonde lowered his hand. ”I do care for what happened with Dagger. It hurts even thinkin’ about it, talkin’ about it, and even right now. But,” the blonde lowered his gaze. ”She wouldn’t want war, even in this case. She did a lot of suffering, too, and wouldn’t want others to do the same. I know she’s watchin’ us right now and hoping we get along.” Flashing a weak, yet genuine, smile Zidane couldn’t help but believe he was right. ”Besides, she wouldn’t want me to dwell in the past – same goes for Mikoto. Instead…”

Arms stretched out to his sides, an action Kuja would be all-too-familiar with, as he gave a smirk. ”Now is your choice, impale me like what you did with that assassin. End it for me, take the kingdom as yours, dance on my grave, and claim victory as yours. Or,” the lashes fell shut before opening, once more, with a spark of determination. ”Prepare yourself for more of those kisses. Hugs from me outta nowhere as well.” A light, smug, smirk threatened the thief’s lips. ”Since when I want somethin’, I’ll get it. If ya don’t like me, best end it now. This is your last warnin’, Kuja.”

”Too late!” Once more the thief would leap, arms ensnaring the taller genome in an embrace; not knowing where they’d end up. A light purr escaped the blonde’s lips, burying his face into the fabric. ”I always wanted to hug you like this.” Slowly the eyes opened, and the gypsy’s body trembled. Truth be told, he was actually scared – sure he had encountered stuff in the past but this was the Dagger situation all over again. But, this time, the choice also held his life on the line; by someone he thought wanted him dead. He didn’t want his heart broken again, he’d plea for death if that were the case. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as the boy hiccupped as he forced himself to speak,”Please don’t take my life…but if you do, I’ll die happily…even if you don’t love me back.”

All his cards thrown to the table once more; Zidane was truly addicted to gambling with high stakes.
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[Kuja]

The heart of the silver haired siren was screaming at him, screaming at him to return to the embrace and gentle lips he had longed for to let the blonde speak those words he thought he would never hear. However the logical part of Kuja had taken over, the park he had relied on for all those years in a time when Kuja had no need for emotions even Trance had been out of his reach with his lack of emotions. Yet here he stood sapphire blue eyes filled with anger all directed at the blonde, part pale lips allowed heavy breaths to fall as his chest rose and fell with each one. Kuja was furious at himself for falling for that trick a second time, once had been one time to many now yet here he stood again tricked by the thief once more.

Pride had taken over Kuja, his hearts screams and wants would not be heard anymore at this point. Zidane had tried to make a fool of him for the last time, unable to think of how to get the other back right now Kuja knew once his mind was clear it would be easy to bring a plot to life that would put Zidane at the center of some scandal in the people’s eyes. Yes that was it he would run the blonde out of the city, drive him away from the kingdom away from him and away from his heart that ached for him to the point he could almost feel the hole in his heart the spot that was only for Zidane.

A hand was placed on his hip; the other brushed silver strands of hair away from his face trying to compose his appearance after such a situation. But how could he if anyone was to walk in both looked like they had been attacked, Zidane with his now bleeding and swollen lip and Kuja in his ripped skirt and ruffled jacket. At the mention of the lake, pale lips pulled into a sneer which of course was directed at the blonde. "If blood does drip onto my floor you will find a bleeding lip to be the least of your worries" Kuja refused to fall for any of the others words, in his eyes Zidane was simply trying to talk his way out of the situation before he could make a quick escape out of the room and who knew maybe even the kingdom.

His heart burned with pain at that thought; if Zidane left him now he would truly be alone and it would be his fault no one else could take the blame for such a thing. Kuja did not move away from the other, he stood strong feet firmly rooted to the ground. "Oh but if I had killed you back than I would have never seen that face of heart break you made when your pretty Canary rejected you" this was his plan right now, just insult the other and mock him until he grew tired and left out of either anger or hatred for the silver haired siren. The mood changed when Garland was brought up, that old fool was a thorn in his side even now and it came accompanied with the pity Zidane was offering. The urge to strike the other with every spell he knew flared up, a flicker of magic alerted all who saw that the topic did not sit well. "I proved to that old fool just how wrong he was, as he lay dying it was I who took everything he had and made it my own it was I who held all the strings, no one else only I could have pulled of such a feet as that".

His heart and mind were still going at each other, his heart told him to believe Zidane that this was what he wanted but his mind told him this was Zidane's way of getting out of the situation trying to avoid the wrath and pain of another attack or even worse death. Yet why did the words sound so true, they were how he imagined Zidane would talk to someone he cared for how he would make them feel important. "You the knight always riding in to save your princess, head first into battle you would ride weapons held high never a thought to what might happen" but that was what he liked about Zidane, he was different then Kuja it was what made up part of his charm. "Best do your bleeding for someone who cares little brother, any blood you spill for me shall be a waste for I care not for your acts of foolishness" Kuja could only glance at the sun kissed palm, the desire to fix what he broke was one his heart was screaming for him to give into.

The hand that was not on his hip flicked silver hair over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips now that they were talking about war yet again. "Archades will be consumed by the hate of the people of Alexandria, they will rally up with weapons ready to take the lives of those who took their pretty Queen form them it will be a beautiful painting done in the blood of the enemy" even if Zidane tried to fight this, Kuja would bring war back upon the land. "The curtain has already been drawn, the stage set and the actors are all too willing to play their part" a soft laugh fell from pink lips; the thought of war was something Kuja always found peaceful.

The sudden change in the blood through Kuja, he maintained his compose on the outside but inside he was confused the sudden smirk that was oh so alluring to him. Kuja sent his own smirk back, did the other not see how foolish it was to offer him up so easily to death in front of the silver haired genome he had killed people for less. Yet it seemed the blonde wasn't finished with throwing Kuja's emotions around yet, his heart started to quicken when he mentioned more kisses when he spoke of embraces the two would share and the fact they were things he wanted from Kuja. It seemed his heart won the war for his whole body froze, he wanted to see what the other would do now if this was true or if now would be when the blonde chose to finally break Kuja's heart.

Warm arms wrapped around his pale feminine figure, the warmth of the others body pressed into his. It was a sensation he could not deny felt wonderful, a sensation he had longed to share with the other and judging by the others hushed words he too had longed for a moment like this. His own arms weren't ready to move yet, his brain still in shock by what had just happened while his heart relaxed it was almost like he needed Zidane's touch to drive away all his fears. A single tear rolled down from the others face, falling from the edge of his chin and landed on the others exposed mid drift still he did not move. The blonde’s last six words were what snapped Kuja out of his own trance; it clicked in his mind and heart that this was real.

His own arms would move to pull the other closer into the embrace, silver tail moving to seek a tail of blonde to entwine with it. "I do wonder how one who says such things is still alive to this day, you offer your life up so easily as if your life was nothing" he made a small tsking sound, slowly he moved his own head so pale lips could be closer to the ear of the other. "It does please me to see you have not lost yourself in these walls Zidane, when you wrote us and spoke of trying to become more proper I feared you would return to me a new person lacking that luster I so adore in you" arms pulled the other body closer into his, silver tail kept its gentle grip on tail of blonde as Kuja let out a breath he didn't even know he had been holding in. "So afraid you would return as a different person, afraid you would no longer be the same blonde who took part of my heart with him when he left" Kuja knew that if this was still some plot Zidane was trying to pull, his sanity would once again escape him.

[Zidane Tribal]

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You don't like the pairing of Kuja x Zidane. Do not read, loves. ♥
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Of course the elder hadn’t responded to the hug. Why would Zidane, honestly, believe he’d do that? Mainly with the fact he made Kuja questioned everything he thought he knew of the blonde. Let alone, harsh words had fallen before Zidane’s actions; the fact Kuja honestly didn’t strike him down as he leaped was a miracle all by itself. Zidane knew those tears were sliding down his face, but he knew the waterworks would stop on their own. At the moment, he wanted Kuja to do was actually accept his words as the truth, for that is all he honestly cared for. Yes one opinion of him hung on Kuja’s say.

Silence fell between them. Zidane shifted as waiting for a possible death strike. Nothing came. Finally he had to break the silence. ”Let’s not talk about war,” the gypsy would slur, another light sob following. ”I don’t wanna see anyone getting hurt. War won’t bring her back.” Ouch, did those words nearly broke the teen down again. However, he wouldn’t let this keep him down; Dagger would have smacked him by now, and lecture on how he needed to keep strong. It was true, now that Zidane thought on it, growing silent and enjoying the one-sided embrace. He had, once again, become a former shadow of himself – and that was unacceptable. He’d have to be strong, he could handle this (okay, handle this with help, like he was taught before), and help actually rule a kingdom.

Truthfully, the ruling part was still a shock. Not as much as a shock it was Kuja’s arms pulling him closer, without being choked in the process. The siren’s words fell, and Zidane knew he wasn’t going to be dropped. Sure Kuja could trick him easily, by giving him false hope and therefore drop his guard, before dealing a final blow, but Zidane’s gut told him another ending. His voice was scratchy, but the message was plain as day. ”Everyone’s life means something. Everyone’s worth coming back for, too.” Zidane’s true nature shining through.

Kuja’s lips hovered near Zidane’s ear before speaking, his breath tickled the outer shell, and the blonde’s cheeks heated. ”I’m not gonna be that easy to break, Kuja. I gotta say even you should’ve caught on to that by now.” Once more did the older genome spoke, and the blonde almost felt ashamed to admit the truth. However, truth was the best route to go with facing with Kuja. Releasing a laugh, as if Zidane was mocking himself more than anyone, before he would reply.

”I did that ‘cause I thought you wanted it,” shifting his weight, Zidane would inhale. Doing his best not to let his face linger near the skin of Kuja’s, fear of blood even remotely touching the other would ruin everything. Slowly Zidane lifted his gaze, he’d speak his thoughts. ”For me to shut up and play the role in the perfect family. I didn’t think I fit into that.” He’d tighten the embrace, though he kept it as gentle as he could. Slowly the tears had slowed, before stopping, as his breathing calmed. This is what he truly needed, someone to cling too until his mood passed. Zidane gave up questioning why he relied so much on others years ago; realizing he was himself, no matter what, and accepted that even ‘perfect’ beings actually needed help as well.

How he released a purr at the entwining of their tails, Zidane shall never know nor care; this moment was all he wanted. It felt nice, to finally have a moment of peace and to actually have Kuja accepting this, even if it got him smacked…again. As tails toyed was when Zidane was drawn closer and naturally his body tensed, taken by the similar surprise Kuja had went through. ”Kuja, sorry about that,” cheeks still flushed, as the blonde genome licked at his bottom lip; the sting reminded him of what went down recently. ”I screwed up. Thinkin’ no one wanted me here. Proves how wrong I was, huh?” Lips spread into a smile, Zidane ignoring the throbbing pain in his cheek since the emotion was much more important than his pain. ”But that doesn’t matter now. We’ll make everythin’ work out – starting with getting our family back together.”

Rising to his tiptoes, the thief would slide place his hands, but the index and pointer with smeared blood, on the other’s shoulders. Clean fingers toyed with the silver locks, loving the silk texture it possessed; how Kuja managed it, Zidane would truly never understand. ”Well I’d kiss ya, but you’d only bite or slap me again for getting you dirty. And I like my jaw in one piece,” releasing another chuckle, the old Zidane rolling with the punches shining brightly, and his tail twitched against the other’s silver fur. ”Maybe after I clean up.” Zidane didn’t want to sleep, no matter how much his body craved it. The day’s excitement had taken its toll: from mourning again, to lack of sleep, not to mention what just went down, and the monkey boy knew he had a lot left to do before slumber.

”How ‘bout,” the thief paused, and gave Kuja a bold smile. ”We clean up and get something to eat. I mean, c’mon, you’ve been ignoring me and I'm starvin'. We can think on places the search parties haven’t been to, too.”

Though Zidane's gaze he gave meant he didn't care what they did. "We could mess with the guards," a laugh, to symbolize the thief was joking. "I mean, we both look like we've been caught up in somethin'. I mean, why would they leave the Lords unattended, when their are extras still in the castle..!" While shrugging Zidane spoke again,"I'm good for anythin', really, if all that sounds boring to you. I donno what ya do for fun, since I couldn't find you."
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[Kuja]

Kuja never could understand the blondes distain for war, war was an art form a place where one could make sure their name would forever go down in history. Kuja had been made to spread war and chaos across the land, Zidane had been made as his replacement should he not feel the same way about war. "The beauty of war is a subject better left for another time than, but mark my words the people will come seeking vengeance for her" the bite was gone from his voice, he was slightly calmer now in this on sided embrace. As sapphire blue eyes looked down at the head of blonde, he did wonder if the youth would have turned out different if he had spent his life growing up on Terra.

The feeling of holding Zidane in his own arms, while the other held him in his was one Kuja would never forget. His heart beat had returned to a normal pace, yet there was something different now it was like his heart felt lighter more complete even. The two genomes were not engaged in any sort of physical contact other than the embrace they shared, yet Kuja felt more at peace right now than he had since ever returning to the castle. "Such familiar words, I do believe someone once told me something similar however the situation the scene was different" Kuja could still remember the events of the Life Tree, yet the only memory that escaped him was why he saved them all.

Kuja admired the way the sun kissed skin became tinted with blush, the fact that he knew he was the cause of such a sight was both pleasant and amusing to the silver haired genome. "Of course dear sweet Zidane, a knight should never be easy to break nor should he allow anyone to break him". Slender fingers reached up to brush blonde strands of hair away from the others cheek, exposing more rose tinted skin all of which was pleasing to the eye. From Kuja's current position he could take both in the site of blushing skin and the scent that belong only to the blonde genome.

It was Kuja's turn to laugh now, it wasn't overly loud but it wasn't soft either and it held no mocking tones it was one of pure amusement. He had said it to many times to the other that he wasn't fit to live in the castle and that he needed to learn how to play the part, of course it was easy to see now that the blonde would have taken it on as a task. The hand that brushed hair from Zidane's face would move down to rub tenderly at the others back, holding the other in his arms he could feel the very tension in every muscle. "If you had returned as the perfect little doll for that perfect little family I do not think you would find yourself in this moment at all".

Kuja felt the others body vibrate with the purr, he would not voice it just yet but such actions made him see Zidane as cute. While the thought of causing the other to pout was rather amusing and did sound like a good idea, Kuja was not ready to have the blonde try and get out of this embrace just yet. "You really are a fool, but I feel I have told you that enough already. The villagers below adore you, that is why none have complained nor come in screaming you should not be lord they do not remain silent out of respect for the late Queen they do it for they trust you will guide them just as Garnet did". Kuja was avoiding admitting he himself had missed Zidane when he left the kingdom, he felt exposed as it was already. "Mikoto shall return in due time, yet what she will return to may be rather shocking" he smirked at his own words; little did Zidane know that he would be the one forced to tell Mikoto about this development.

Gentle yet rough hands would cause the silver haired genome to move his head back, sapphire and sky blue meeting as they both looked at each other. Kuja wanted to tell the blonde how lucky he was right now, no one ever really touched the silver strands of hair other than Kuja himself. Yet he could find no reason to tell Zidane to stop touching his hair, he could not scream hate for it was already made crystal clear there was no hate between them. Zidane would receive a slight glare from the siren, it was not a glare of anger or hate it was more one of annoyance. Kuja would be the judge on whether or not he wanted a kiss from the other, Kuja would be the one to judge whether or not Zidane was to dirty to touch him.

"The only people who shall ever see me in this horrible state are in this room right now, to think I would allow myself to be seen like this in front of people" Kuja was rather serious, he was a vain man to the bitter end there was no way to change that about him. "Now Zidane we can't be bringing up what I was doing when you could not find me, remember we decided that talk of war was for another time or place" a smirk graced his face again. However the blonde would have no time to react as slender fingers would tilt his face up. Kuja would press his own lips against the other, it was gentle and soft almost apologetic for the pain he had cause the other. The soft taste of blood seeped through his own lips, he did not care the taste of Zidane was much better.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] Zidane would trail off, not wanting to bring up that haunting scene. Words of being called dear and sweet had helped create the blushing. Of course, Zidane eased into the hand that cuffed his face enough to brush back hair; strands that possibly were glued by tears. Instantly Zidane’s right hand caught Kuja’s as it caressed his cheek, the blonde leaning in to kiss the palm.

”So I'm your Zidane, huh?” Sky blue focused on the palm that inflicted so much pain; yet here he was, accepting it and wanting Kuja’s touch not to leave. However, the blonde would let go once Kuja tugged the hand away, only to be placed upon his back. Like the day of the mote incident, the fingers worked magic, and the blonde found himself leaning into the working hand. Several noises would escape the blonde’s lips, before he had trouble focusing on Kuja’s words. His breath was swift,”I wouldn’t have wanted that.”

Zidane couldn’t help but freeze as talk of Alexandria filled the room. He felt clueless, questioning why Alexandria would, truly, trust him of all people? Had the day of their reunion truly touched them, in some way or form? The blonde genome would stare in disbelief at the siren, the expression looking for answers. ”I don’t…I don’t…” He would swallow hard, his throat drying by the moment. ”Why me?” Pleas fell to the older male, Zidane could only repeat that for so long before,”I was never meant for this…but I just can’t go.” Kuja’s words on Mikoto fell from his lips and Zidane gave a small nod,”We just gotta believe in her.”

Lips curled to a cheeky smile, his cheeks tinted that almost resembling a blushing bride, as cunning flooded the sky blue irises that challenged Kuja’s annoyance. Words weren’t needed, since his action alone proved to speak a message: ’Get annoyed all you want, but I’m gonna do it anyway.’ Lashes would lower, eyelids would remain half lidded, the genome caring little over the innocence factor he was currently pulling off, as lips parted to release a content sigh. The resulting sigh came from Zidane allowing his tail fight for power, a dance for dominance (which Zidane knew he’d lose). The soft silver fur, alone, could send shivers through the blonde; in fact, even right now the said shivers came.

Of course Kuja was vain, but Zidane knew that would never change. As much as the blonde denied it, he did pause to make sure he looked decent. Perhaps not as bad as Kuja, but they both had their limitations on what they could stand. However, Kuja only had tattered clothing and a hair day that could be fixed. Zidane had a lip, and a possible bruising cheek, to once again explain to anyone that asked. Either way the blonde wouldn’t complain,”I know, Kuja, I know. I wouldn’t wanna put you through that.” A pause. ”I can always play the game later on with this—“ All plans of messing with a guard went out the window when Kuja’s words rang out.

!! Zidane would aim to protest, but Kuja knew exactly how to silence him. Various emotions flooded the gypsy’s veins, sending pleasurable chills as he melted into the kiss with lashes fluttering shut. Instantly the fingers quit toying with the hair, and found themselves gripping the back of Kuja’s shoulders for support, his fingers clenching the fabric; Zidane was slipping from reality, the world around them meant nothing, and he wasn’t ashamed of the sin. He’d slip out several sounds familiar to Kuja at the lake, as Zidane aided the kiss in return. Bliss, sheer bliss, was how the gypsy felt than everything became hazy; but Gaia the intoxication was wonderful. Zidane would almost whimper when they parted, wishing he didn’t have to breath so it would’ve lasted longer. Nevertheless, the genome’s breath had hitched during the kiss; he was so lost in the moment to have ever noticed.

Hazily the blonde would slowly open his eyes, the eyes hinting a far more want. He’d simply exhale one name,”Kuja.” Zidane’s right hand slowly traveled down Kuja’s spine, teasingly mimicking the mage’s earlier actions, as he practically cooed. ”Do I really wanna know what you’re up to?” Legs trembled, but not out of fear but the fact Zidane didn’t want to stand, as the blonde slid; arms still ensnaring Kuja, hoping to bring the silver haired genome to sit on the floor with him. If the action succeeded, the blonde would make sure to shift is weight; to avoid sitting on the older male unless allowed too. Releasing a sheepish grin,”We’ll forget about it, for now. But someday we’re talking about it.”

The blonde would glance around the room, catching a few subtle things he missed the first time he had been there. Arms still held the siren close, never once did he let go, as he spoke. ”Ya really like blue,” however the sky blue irises dilated, Zidane finally understanding the fascination of blue. A hand was pulled from Kuja’s feminine form before brushing near his right eye. The flush deepened, Zidane flattered yet embarrassed for being too stupid to see it. ”How long?” How long did Kuja have these feelings? Zidane’s tail continued to twist and turn against Kuja’s as he shook his head. ”You don’t have to answer that. Instead,” the blonde would lean in, raising to put weight on his knees, hands placed on Kuja’s shoulders as Zidane let his neck exposed. A sign before Zidane rested his head on Kuja’s left shoulder, arms returning to the embrace. ”Let’s find something we can agree on...and I am hungry. If you don't wanna go eat, can I go then?”

He didn't want to leave; maybe Kuja would at least want to get ready so they could go together.
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[Kuja]

Kuja had no desire to talk about that day anymore, his memories of those last few events where still not his again and until he had regained what he had lost there was no need to talk about it. The soft kiss that was placed on his bare palm sent a shiver down his spine, while Kuja had indeed in his life time enjoyed the sins of flesh as some called it he was never one for tender moments like this. "I would never force you to be anything you did not wish to be Zidane, I am far to kind a man to do that to anyone" it was clearly a lie, Kuja moved his head slightly to bring his lips closer to the others right ear. "But if you do not wish to belong to me then I am sure that woman from Obel lake would love to have you as her own, why I can still recall the song she sang as she chased you".

As pale slender fingers worked their way up and down the spine of the blonde, pale pink lips pulled into a rather smug smirk as each sound fell from Zidane's lips. Kuja wasn't really afraid of any little anger outbursts Zidane might have because of his last comment, he was just making sure that if the other did try and pull away to try and get a point across he would find it much harder. Even now in this tender moment Kuja was using tricks to try and keep what he wanted, he wanted Zidane to remain in his arms for the current time so having the other have an outburst and storm away was not part of his plan. "How good to hear, you could have never played the part for long you would have grown tired of the rules and regulations".

"There was no way to see what the fates had in hand for us, we must trust that the Queen knew what she was doing" the last part came out a little forced, Kuja wouldn't allow it to show that he was totally against the idea of Zidane having some power in the kingdom. That puppet had ruined all of the sirens hard work and planning, all she had to do was die and say she left everything to him but no for some reason she decided to leave half the kingdom to the blonde.

Kuja's own tail of silver responded to the blonde tail currently entwined with it, a tail that spent most of its time locked away enjoyed every moment of freedom it could get. The room feel into utter silence once the kiss started, the feel of pure bliss started to bloom with in Kuja. A genome who had never found a use for emotions was feeling so much in such a short time span, he had cried, smiled, gotten angry, felt jealousy and even scared all because of the blonde who was currently locking lips with him. There was no other feeling like this in the world, perhaps Zidane had felt something like this before but to the silver haired genome this new feeling was in a sense mind blowing.

Once the two genomes parted lips the desire to breathe far out ranking their urge to continue their kiss. "What I have written is best left behind closed doors, no need to spoil a show by giving away the plot now is there?". Zidane would be left in the dark until the end, Kuja was no fool he knew how hard Zidane would try and stop any and all plans for war Kuja had drawn up and he already had a few mid-ways to completion. Kuja could never stop in his ways, he craved war he practically needed it to live in a sense he wouldn't rest until the fear and joy of war were spread across all the kingdoms of these worlds.

The silver haired genome adjusted to the new seating position on the floor, pulling the other closer and turning him around to sit comfortably between his legs. Slender arms wrapped around the waist of the person he once hated, his chest pressed against his back as his slightly raised bare legs trapped Zidane in this position. The others question came as a surprise, he had finally picked up on the reason his room was done in the shade of blue it had always been in since they moved into the castle. "Who said you would receive an answer anyway, a vague question like how long? Could be answered in many ways" just to distract Zidane once again from the conversation, Kuja would quickly press his lips against the others neck.

"If you wish to leave my presence so much do not allow me to stop you my lord" as he spoke he would pull his own body away from the others, slowly making sure that his fingers would trail up the others stomach and over his shoulders before the light touches were gone. "I shall busy myself with other matters of importance" Kuja would turn and walk away from Zidane and as he did he would slip his own shirt off, tossed onto the bed with his ripped skirt. The door to his private bathroom would be opened with a soft click, however just before he shut the door behind him he would turn to look back at the other one last time "If you happen to pass any of the captains of the knights on your way out could you send them to the war room for me, I have someone arriving soon and I do not wish to keep them waiting for too long" with that the door was shut, the clicking of the lock echoed into the bedroom and Kuja was gone.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] Their positions shifted and Zidane found his back pressed to Kuja’s chest. Inhaling sharply, the blonde Genome wiggled before freezing as long legs trapped him in. ”What are y—“ Instant drop of syllables as lips found sensitive flesh. Automatically did muscles stiffened, the furry appendage responding in an equal action, with surprise. Once the mage pulled away, the gypsy let out a relieved sigh. Sure he wanted this but…was he ready for everything? He’d wiggle, getting comfortable, as the break in touches gave him time to think. However, peace would be broken by his earlier stating and Kuja would pull away; fingers trailing and leaving a scorching path on Zidane’s skin, the said blonde enjoying every bit of it. Yet, now the mage was taking things to heart and the gypsy knew he did wrong.

An audible whine escaped without thought,”It’s not like I wanna leave..!” Do I? A shake of the head, thoughts casted aside,”Don’t make me the bad guy here!” The gypsy’s expression elated, as the dramatic side took control. Zidane unable to control himself as he slurred out his sarcasms,”Oh woe is me! I look like Hell, even an oglop looks better than me!” Despite letting his right arm hover over his eyes, allowing the shadow to cascade a dark veil over them, the gypsy’s lips held a strong smile. ”Heck, what am I sayin’?!! I haven’t eaten in days and now when I wanna eat, I am casted aside as if I am never meant to eat!” A pause before Zidane released a chuckle; his arm still overcastting his eyes, but yet his gaze fixated on Kuja.

He half expected a mocking smirk, a snip at his pathetic acting, or even another smack from Kuja. Yet all Zidane got as a response would be the taller Genome speaking of important matters, which gave a noticeable ache to the teen’s emotions. All Kuja had to do was at least show some display of paying attention! Have I become that needy? A question Zidane didn’t want an answer too. Slowly the gypsy would lower his arm before resting his palm, openly, on the floor and breathed a questioned he viewed as important. ”Why am I never told this stuff?” A shift in body weight as Zidane watched Kuja’s retreat from where he sat. ”Deals with politics, huh? Things everyone thinks I can’t get.”

The teen’s own pouting fest would end before it began as Zidane’s cheeks became heated. So casually the top was being removed, the fabric teasing bare flesh. Swallowing hard before allowing his tail wrap around his midriff, Zidane knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Though lasting only seconds (which felt like an eternity) the cloth was discarded and tossed aside. Eyes couldn’t look away, the blonde at war between primal urges and his own fear. I wanna say I want more but... This was the man who killed thousands, aimed to destroy all life, and the man that brought the incident at the lake. Can’t go rushing in…can I? Why not. It’s always been my style. As Kuja would take strides toward the bathroom was when Zidane’s gaze fell to the floor. ”…”

When Kuja spoke, Zidane’s gaze automatically challenged the elder; blazing sky blue against chilled sapphire. Despite constrained around his waist Zidane’s tail thrashed in a sign of irritation,”What the hell do you mean ‘war room’?!!” Forget debating about giving himself away! Right now as not the time. Springing to his toes and his tail unwound itself with bristling fur. ”Who is comin’ and why!? If you’re plannin’ what I think you are then you better think again! Kuja!” How quickly did the mood change as the blonde Genome took a charge at the door, colliding with the wooden door was proof of it being latched. ”Hey! I was talkin’ to you!” A loud rap to the door as knuckles hit the wood with no hesitation.

He gave swift kick, then another, and another, before another punch to the door. Zidane was to the point of doing something drastic. Instead, the gypsy wouldn’t charge the door again but would come up with another plan. ”Dammit Kuja! Don’t make me pick the lock!” A threat which fell short of its venom, as Zidane’s heart leapt to his throat. His cheeks burned with the embarrassment of what he’d walk in on and by Gaia the images flooded his mind, teasing. Giving one, last, swift bang to the door the blonde released an audible cough, trying to avoid his ever taunting thoughts. ”I m-mean,” a noticeable pause. Was Zidane actually speechless? ”I’m not leaving! I rather starve then let you waltz in with war plans!”

The blonde would lean against the door before crossing his arms over his chest. ”I mean it, dammit.” A shrug on his shoulders,”You better be watching your back. I’m gonna be there and I’m not letting you get what you want. I want things different this time..! And I’ll make sure it happens! Even if I gotta start watchin’ you like a hawk or even begin sleeping in this ro—“

Pupils dilated as his tail froze from its usual swishing. Once more his face heated, blood rushing to Zidane’s cheeks quicker than before. Did he just admit..? ”…that...uh...” He’d push off the door, almost too fast to catch his balance, before taking a rub at his neck. ”…yeah, e-enjoy your bath. Y-you’re still not getting away with a-anything..!” Would he dart out of the room? Why, yes, if given the chance.
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