The Rain is Falling
Part One - The rain is falling...
By Lady Kuja
Disclaimer: All of Final Fantasy 9 characters belong to Squaresoft. Not me...Damn! So don't sue me!
Warning! This fic has yaoi implications. Seriously! It is from Kuja's point of view, thinking about Zidane...
The Rain is Falling
Part One - The rain is falling...
By Lady Kuja
And I am walking. I am walking by myself. Alone. Empty. Silent...
My life is now over, forever. Why? I am not sure.
All I remember was Zidane saying last goodbyes and me warping him to safety... then...nothing... just swirling mist and darkness...
What have I done? My brother... what happened to him? Where is he now? I don't know and I can't.
I am walking...
Through desert seas... past black pools of ooze... across oceans of mist and nowhere...
Who am I? Why am I here? I don't know how... how to... I can't. Is this a prison? Or is this a nightmare, born of devilish whims and fantasies? I am unsure... Who? Is it Garland? Is it Necron? No not possible... He...they're gone now... Terra's gone as well... My home, my land, my world... Why? Why did I do it? I stumble on... When will this end? Where will it stop? Maybe never, perhaps soon...
The rain is falling...
Softly wetting my cheeks, soaking me... It smells like the rust of a hundred battles fought through centuries... I cannot fathom this meaning... My head is swirling like the fogs ahead, around me... My name... Kuja? My identity? Naught... Zidane...
I am caught in this rain... in this misery and loneliness... I need... I need... Zidane...
Zidane... The only one who understands...the only one who cares... He who forgives me... The one I love... The first and last one... No one... ever... cared... Never, only... him. My angel, guardian...My love, my darling love... I left him, denied him, abandoned him... My brother... Why did I do it? Is it right? Is it a horrible mistake to leave him with... the princess, now queen... Garnet loves him as much as me... At least...he has someone there for him...
The rain is falling...
My heart is falling...sinking with desire for Zidane... I wish for his body...close...warming me in this cold, dusty rain... Where? Where is he? My heart is breaking, my body is shaking. My knees give way and I sink into the sodden mud beneath my feet. I feel myself trembling, with fear, humiliation and desire...desire for my brother... I don't care if they knew... I want him... my heart burning for him... Why? I am lightheaded with passion and exhaustion... Zidane!!!
-to be continued
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