Author's Notes: These two villains are poetry in motion, and I don't think there are enough fics out there with them as a pairing. I decided to write one, as they have some things in common (both of them had a "father" that used them and experimented on them), I thought they might make an interesting pairing.

Sympathy for the Damned

Part 27

By Xenobia


Kuja returned one day after Freya and Amarant left, and to the surprise of Zidane and Garnet, he came bearing gifts.

"I bought this for you because I know how you love this one," Kuja said as he handed a freshly printed copy of "I want to be your canary" to Garnet. "This way, you can read it as many times as you like without worrying about wearing out the original copy."

Garnet smiled, touched in spite of herself by the gesture. "Thatís very thoughtful of you, Kuja. Thank you."

He shrugged and tried to make light of it. "Ah well, I know the value of books. Itís a tragedy to allow an original publication to become dog-eared from use."

With that said, he turned to Zidane. "And for you, I got this!" He handed a package to the other genome and grinned.

"Do I really want to open this?" Zidane said, only half joking.

"Yes, yes you do!" Kuja was like a kitten with a ball of yarn, he was so chipper.

Zidane groaned inwardly and opened the package. Inside was a pair of beautifully crafted daggers, with inscriptions of power on the blades and leather wrapped hilts. The metal was a pale green in color, and it glowed with its own life as Zidane lifted the weapons in his hands. His eyes were wide with awe as he felt the perfect balance. "Kuja, how did you-" he sputtered, unable to finish the sentence.

"You thought it would be clothing, didnít you?" the sorcerer said slyly. "I retrieved those from my old room at the auction house. They hadnít let anyone touch my room since I left! Those daggers are from Terra. Garland meant for me to use them, but Iíve never taken physical combat seriously." He hesitated and peeked at Zidane through his long, silver lashes. "Do you like them?"

"Is that a trick question?" Zidane retorted with a wide smile. He flipped the daggers experimentally, making both Kuja and Garnet take a prudent step away. "Theyíre amazing!" he said as he caught them easily. "But, these were yours...I canít take them."

"Oh, yes you can. An unhappy Kuja is a bad Kuja." The sorcerer said as he put his hands on his hips. His tail swished behind him, and it was clear he wasnít joking.

Zidane chuckled. "Okay then. We donít want an unhappy Kuja. I donít know how to thank you, though." Truly, the daggers were probably worth half the treasury.

"I can think of a way," Kuja said with a leer.

Both Zidane and Garnetís eyebrows shot up at the suggestion, and Zidane turned bright red. "Uh, can?"

Kuja suddenly laughed and slapped Zidane on the arm. "Oh, I do love to do that to people! You should have seen your face!"

Zidane laughed in relief. "You got me. I thought..." he left it unfinished, too embarrassed to voice it out loud.

Kuja was still chuckling, but he shook his head. "Not that you arenít an attractive sort, but bedding you would be too much like bedding myself. Iím kinky, but even I have my limitations, Zidane."

Then he turned to Garnet and his smile became lecherous. "Ah, but you my dear, you are another matter entirely."

"Oh, just stop it," Garnet said with a smirk.

"Iím serious!" He couldnít trick them a second time, he knew, and he sighed in defeat. "Oh, very well. Another time, I would have been serious. Gods, that man has made me monogamous! If Sephiroth ever does manage to get that tight ass of his here, Iím going to spank it good and proper for doing this to me!"

They looked at him with shocked, uncomfortable expressions, and Kuja bit his lip. "I know...too much information, right?"

"Let us just say that in the future, we neednít be told what your intentions are concerning your friendís backside," Garnet replied tactfully.


Kuja seemed to finally be getting better, and when Zidane spoke to Dr. Tot about it, he wasn't happy with the manís reply.

"In cases of suicide, the victim usually appears to be much happier just before they kill themselves. Watch him, Zidane. One little holiday shouldnít have logically cheered the boy up that much."

So Zidane kept an extra close watch on Kuja. It was a good thing that he did so, despite the sorcererís protests. The guard stationed below the balcony of the room Kuja was staying in spotted the sorcerer climbing onto the railing, and he immediately blew his whistle. The guard inside of the palace on the other side of Kujaís door heard it, and he burst into the room and rushed to the balcony just as the sorcerer was about to jump.

"Let go of me, you fool! Who do you think you are!" Kuja railed against the strong soldier who dragged him back into the room, and he almost cast a spell. He intended to make the man sorry he had cheated him of death. The soldier evidently expected it, and his gauntlet clad hand clamped down tightly over the genomeís mouth. He bore the angry sorcerer to the floor and attempted to subdue the flailing limbs, and his helmet slipped off and rolled away.

Kuja went still and stared up at Zidane with wild eyes. ""

"Are you so fucking anxious for death?" Zidane snarled angrily, and tears filled his eyes. "I knew you were going to pull something like this, and I didnít trust anyone else to move fast enough to stop you." He levered himself off of the stunned sorcerer and glared at him. "You know what? Just go ahead. I canít keep doing this. If you want to kill yourself, youíre eventually going to do it no matter what we do to stop you. All Iím asking is that you think of the people who care about you. Think about what youíll be doing to us if you kill yourself."

Kuja didnít move. He could only stare at the exhausted genome that sat in armor that was ill suited for him. The despair in Zidaneís eyes was almost equal to the despair in Kujaís heart. "Would it really be so awful if I were to die, Zidane?"

Zidane didnít respond with words. He just looked at him with those big, soulful hazel eyes and nodded. Tears dripped down the blondeís cheeks, and Kuja felt guilt like he had never felt before. "You really care about me that much?" he asked past the lump in his throat.

Again, Zidane nodded wordlessly. Kuja took a deep shaken breath and crawled close to him, then awkwardly put his arms around him. The armor pinched Kujaís tender skin, but he didnít care. "Iím sorry," the sorcerer whispered. "I...I wonít try it again. I wonít do that to you, Zidane."

Zidane hugged him back and muttered, "You promise?"

Kuja managed a smile. "Yes. I swear on my lost Sephy, I wonít try to kill myself anymore."

Zidane sniffled and buried his face in the sorcererís fragrant, silvery hair. "Iíll keep my people looking for him, Kuja. If he ever comes through that portal, weíll know it."

Kuja nodded and closed his eyes. "Yes. I appreciate that, Zidane."


True to his word, Kuja didnít try to kill himself again. He went through stages of hysterical laughter to miserable tears, and some days he didnít come out from his room at all, but Tot assured Zidane after visiting with the sorcerer that Kuja was slowly healing.

Steiner and Beatrix were shocked to learn of Kujaís survival and that he was living in Alexandria, but both of them were far too loyal to Garnet to protest too strongly. They trusted her to make the best decisions, and their faith in her was unshakable. They avoided Kuja during their brief visit, but they didnít bother him or make comments about him.

Yet another test was well on the way when Cid sent a letter saying that he would be bringing Eiko and Hilda for a visit in the winter.

"Iím sure it will be fine," Garnet assured her husband, who was getting tired of explaining things to all of their friends. "Uncle Cid has always been understanding, and Hilda always felt more pity for Kuja than anything else. Eiko may prove to be a handful, but she was very young when we went up against Kuja. Sheís a young woman now, and she might handle seeing him again a bit better than we expect."

"I donít know, Garnet...Kuja tried to extract the Eidolons from her, and he sent your own Eidolon to finish Alexandria off. She thinks of you as her big sister, so thatís two major crimes he committed on top of the rest. You know how hot tempered she is."

Garnet smiled. "Yes, I do know that. I also know she was always a little fascinated by Kuja. She mentions him in her letters once in a while, did you know that?"

"Really? So, sheís got a crush on him?"

"Hmm...I donít know for sure. I know sheís always thought he was rather pretty, and she seems to be confused by her own admiration of his looks. Iím not sure if itís a crush or envy, to be honest with you."

Zidane laughed. "Leave it to Eiko to admire the wrong guy. So, she doesnít hold it against him, what happened to her people?"

"Well no...that wasnít even Kuja. That was Garlandís work. The only thing Kuja has tried to do to her was try to take her Eidolons. I suppose thatís quite enough, but as I said, Eiko has always been curious about him. I think sheíd like to understand his motives more. Maybe she saw something in him the rest of us missed."

Zidane shrugged. "Could be. Sheís always been a receptive kid. Letís just hope it goes smoothly. Iím getting really tired of explaining why weíve taken him in. Maybe we should have sent out Yule letters to everyone explaining it. You know, like Cid does every year. ĎGreetings from Alexandria! Hope youíre all doing well! This year, weíve taken in Gaiaís most infamous villain! So, what have you all been up to?í"

Garnet laughed at that and hugged him. "Ah, but that would have raised more questions than explaining in detail would have, darling. Trust me, everything will be fine."


-To be continued

Return to Archive | next | previous