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Title: Chaos’s Merry Month of Molestation: May 4th, Kuja/Zidane
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX.
Rating: M
Warnings: Implied yaoi and incest. Character death, violence. Alternate Universe.
Summary: An alternate version of what might have happened at the Desert Palace.
A/N: This Kuja is even more of a twisted bastard than my usual one is. I don’t think I’ll be letting him out to play very often. Or ever again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept. And all boys are written as 18+.
“Silly little monkey.” Kuja purred, petting Zidane’s hair as he curled up against him, snoozing. He smirked, looking over the destruction he had caused. The sight of the broken and battered bodies of Zidane’s former companions filled him with almost childish glee. The blood and bits of organs would be cleaned away later, leaving not even the faintest stain, but for now, he would enjoy the sight.
“You should’ve come when I called.” He giggled gleefully, patting Zidane on the head as he noticed that the flames encasing the Burmecian’s body had finally died down to mere embers. She had fought bravely, standing in front of Zidane when he had called, telling his brother, his fellow genome that it would be easy, oh so very easy to join him in his quest, to give up the fight and join in, or he would take him by force. He had taken great pleasure in setting her alight when Zidane had refused vehemently, disgust shining in his eyes.
Her terrified, pained screams had been like music to his ears, setting the tone to the battle. He had taken Zidane out with an empowered sleep spell at the start, before moving on to the rest of his friends who were staring at the burning rat in shocked horror. The mercenary had been frozen with a blizzaga spell, and shattered before he could even blink. The knight followed immediately after, fried by his own armor by the quick casting of three thundaga spells. Overkill he knew, but he enjoyed the shock on the mages’ faces when they realized that they were left alone, and that the smell of burning meat was coming from their dead and dying comrades.
The princess had been torn apart by a tornado spell, cast immediately after the knight had started to convulse, armor clanking loudly one last time as he fell. She had let out a piercing scream as she was lifted up, and the resulting spray of blood was delightful. He had made a note to do that again, as it was extremely enjoyable to watch. Immediately after the Princess’s death, the Qu had rushed him, fork in hand and anger in her eyes. It had been a pleasure to encase her in water before she could even come within five feet of him, leaving him time to decide what to do with the younger two, both of whom were frozen in fear, watching the Qu struggle and kick, trying to escape.
The shriek the little summoner had let out before the earth swallowed her whole had been greatly entertaining, blood pooling up from the cracks in the floor as it settled back down. He had barely spared it a glance, cackling evilly as the black mage prototype’s eyes widened, and then dimmed as he came to his final ‘Stop’.
“It’s all your fault, you know.” Kuja whispered, cradling Zidane close. “I would’ve let them live if you had said ‘Yes’.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX.
Rating: M
Warnings: Implied yaoi and incest. Character death, violence. Alternate Universe.
Summary: An alternate version of what might have happened at the Desert Palace.
A/N: This Kuja is even more of a twisted bastard than my usual one is. I don’t think I’ll be letting him out to play very often. Or ever again.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept. And all boys are written as 18+.
“Silly little monkey.” Kuja purred, petting Zidane’s hair as he curled up against him, snoozing. He smirked, looking over the destruction he had caused. The sight of the broken and battered bodies of Zidane’s former companions filled him with almost childish glee. The blood and bits of organs would be cleaned away later, leaving not even the faintest stain, but for now, he would enjoy the sight.
“You should’ve come when I called.” He giggled gleefully, patting Zidane on the head as he noticed that the flames encasing the Burmecian’s body had finally died down to mere embers. She had fought bravely, standing in front of Zidane when he had called, telling his brother, his fellow genome that it would be easy, oh so very easy to join him in his quest, to give up the fight and join in, or he would take him by force. He had taken great pleasure in setting her alight when Zidane had refused vehemently, disgust shining in his eyes.
Her terrified, pained screams had been like music to his ears, setting the tone to the battle. He had taken Zidane out with an empowered sleep spell at the start, before moving on to the rest of his friends who were staring at the burning rat in shocked horror. The mercenary had been frozen with a blizzaga spell, and shattered before he could even blink. The knight followed immediately after, fried by his own armor by the quick casting of three thundaga spells. Overkill he knew, but he enjoyed the shock on the mages’ faces when they realized that they were left alone, and that the smell of burning meat was coming from their dead and dying comrades.
The princess had been torn apart by a tornado spell, cast immediately after the knight had started to convulse, armor clanking loudly one last time as he fell. She had let out a piercing scream as she was lifted up, and the resulting spray of blood was delightful. He had made a note to do that again, as it was extremely enjoyable to watch. Immediately after the Princess’s death, the Qu had rushed him, fork in hand and anger in her eyes. It had been a pleasure to encase her in water before she could even come within five feet of him, leaving him time to decide what to do with the younger two, both of whom were frozen in fear, watching the Qu struggle and kick, trying to escape.
The shriek the little summoner had let out before the earth swallowed her whole had been greatly entertaining, blood pooling up from the cracks in the floor as it settled back down. He had barely spared it a glance, cackling evilly as the black mage prototype’s eyes widened, and then dimmed as he came to his final ‘Stop’.
“It’s all your fault, you know.” Kuja whispered, cradling Zidane close. “I would’ve let them live if you had said ‘Yes’.”
