Little Maid Boy

Little Maid Boy
Chapter Four: Loss of Innocence Pt 1

VVL 69: I got another review. Gee whiz, they really love me.
Vivi: Can't imagine why . . . *grumble*
VVL 69: You do know WHY they call me vivilover69, don't you?
Vivi: You're obsessive-compulsively mindbent over me. Yeah, I got it.
VVL 69: You've got it. Sooooo . . . are you really that tired of me?
Vivi: Let's see . . . *pulls out his list of grievances* Well, here's number 167, and I quote: "Author has subjected Vivi Ornitier [that's me] to the disgusting affections of one morbidly corpulent man." Unquote.
VVL 69: Oh, you mean Heidegger. Well, that couldn't be helped . . . but at least you got to ride Sephiroth's love pole.
Vivi: Well, there IS that . . .
VVL 69: *dances* I'm evil I'm evil I'm eeeeeevil . . .
Sound of Vivi's staff colliding with his head: *THWACK*
VVL 69: Vivi???
Vivi: *unconscious* . . . . . .
VVL 69: Eh. Oh well . . . read, willya?

Note to Sly Kitsune: Yes, I'm back. And pretty soon I'll need to load a Humor fic with this kind of stuff in it, if anyone thinks it'd be interesting. Someone drop me a line, tell me what you think . . . *pleadwhineplead*

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"Is Master in there?"

"No, he's not."

"Someone's in there, though . . . "

"Yeah, I can see someone in Master's bed. Who is it?"

"I don't know."

"Uhm . . . Where's the prototype? Master carried him in yesterday."

"Yeah, come to think of it . . . where could he be?"

"What are you all doing in front of my chambers?!" a voice snapped from behind the crouching mages.

"Um, um . . . Master Kuja! We're terribly sorry to have disturbed you . . . "

"Oh, stop your whining," Kuja groused to the mages. "I have work to do . . . and come to think of it, you all do as well. Why are you not at your stations?"

"Master . . . " 132 looked up from the doorway. "Who is in your bedroom?"

"None of your business," Kuja purred. "You all should be working. As for me, I am going to attend to a certain little . . . present . . . of mine." He tilted his head to the door and allowed his lips to curl in a most unpleasant grin.

"Yes sir." In unison the mages bowed their heads.

"And now," Kuja mused to himself as his creations lumbered off to do his bidding, "I wonder how my little prototype is feeling tonight . . . ?"

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Tiny fingers spread open in the darkness, testing the absence of cloth between them. Ugh. Wh . . . Where am I . . . ? A fuzzy blond head lifted slowly against a large, soft pillow, then sank back down. Wherever it is, at least it's comfortable.

Bright yellow eyes--or at least, they would be bright had they been uncovered--opened slowly to shine against a cloth binding them in further darkness. The resulting glow cast their owner's gaze in dim amber.

Where . . . are my clothes . . . ? There was no familiar stiffness between Vivi's legs, nor under his arms . . . as a matter of fact, when he turned his head, he could not feel the high arch of his blue collar surrounding his tiny neck. Therefore, his head simply bobbled loosely from side to side. Ugh . . . I can't believe I'm naked.

Hmm. Vivi's mouth felt funny. I can't open my mouth.

The door in front of him opened slowly, affording the little mage and the room a token amount of light. Unfortunately for his nerves, Vivi's instincts had taught him nothing if not to be cautious, and so he immediately tensed at the arrival of another figure into the dimly lit room. Who's there?!

"Hello, Vivi."

Kuja. Had Vivi been able to speak, his tone would have been cold as ice. Why am I here? What did you do to me?!

"Don't be so quiet, Vivi . . . " his creator's voice purred. "I didn't fabricate you to be rude."

Vivi struggled against the bedcovers as Kuja leaned close to him, his fingers raveling something from the golem's mouth. "Wh . . . Why am I here? What did you do to me?" he repeated, this time audibly. "You bastard!"

"Tsk!" Kuja chided the little mage. "You were not raised to speak so to your elders. Now I want you to stop that this very instant . . . and look at your position." With a grin, he removed the cloth from Vivi's eyes and stood back from the bed. "It was a pity Zorn and Thorn had to stitch your mouth closed, but you wouldn't stop screaming when they installed your modifications . . . it must have hurt my poor little prototype." He clucked his tongue. "But you're home safe, and that is what matters."

"Safe . . . !" Vivi spat. "I'm not safe with you, Kuja! For all I know, you'd . . . you'd make me a weapon again, and turn me against my friends, and . . . and . . . "

"Vivi, show me how strong you are . . . " Kuja commanded. "Break those chains there."

"I can't," Vivi protested. "You didn't build me like that . . . "

"I did now," Kuja disputed. "Show me. If not to please me, then to get away . . . wouldn't you like to escape?"

Vivi turned his head to look at the chains binding him to the wall. I really would, he mused. But can I? Lifting his arms, he fully expected to find the chains immobile and stiff.

A crack appeared in one of the links.

Is that me?

"Yes," Kuja urged. "Yes."

Another crack. And another. And suddenly--

The links split in half, revaling Vivi's pale white arms underneath. Curiously, Vivi lifted his arms to examine them and squeezed the surfaces. Nothing different . . . "But how?" he wondered.

"Vivi, Vivi . . . you're a golem. Among their strengths is typically that of . . . well, forgive my redundancy, but . . . strength." He laughed to himself. "You were actually built with those capabilities almost ten years ago."

"You mean--" Vivi stopped to think. "I could have done that anytime?"

"Nearly ten years ago." Kuja confirmed. "But that ability was removed when I decided to use you for magic. You see, Vivi, everything has its sacrifices. You have strength now, but your magic . . . well, my dear little maid boy, I'm afraid it's no longer an option."

"Why are you calling me that?" Vivi growled, leaping off the bed and onto the floor. "And why did you remove my magic?!"

"So you wouldn't become a threat to my plans," Kuja answered, choosing to satisfy the second question first. "And to answer your first question, my pet, look at how you're dressed."

Vivi lowered his head, shocked to find that part of his nightmare had come true! He now wore white ruffled bloomers instead of his striped trousers, his jacket had been replaced by a black maid's dress, and on his feet he wore tiny black shoes!

"Aaaaah!" he screamed in fright, tearing at the dress with his small hands. They as well were covered with thin silk gloves. "What did you do to me?!"

"I'm taking you to a party," Kuja proclaimed with glee. "A very special one . . . and you will be serving our lovely guests."

"No!" Vivi stomped his tiny foot angrily. "I won't do it!"

"Either you will do it," Kuja purred, his face turning a lovely shade of mauve, "or you will stay here and serve me privately. And I assure you, my pet, when you are in public you will be a lot safer than staying here, where if you scream . . . "

"Y . . . Yes?" Vivi wondered, misliking the gleam in Kuja's ice-blue eyes.

" . . . No one will hear you." Kuja licked his lips. "Do you know what I do to naughty little boys, Vivi?"

"No, I don't."

"I touch them." Kuja grinned nastily. "And not in normal places, Vivi . . . my hands do not respect any places you consider private."

"You . . . You wouldn't . . . " Vivi backed away until there was no more room, looking up at Kuja from the corner of the bed. "You can't . . . Garnet says that people who do that are bad . . . "

"Yes, very bad," Kuja assured. "But I can be much worse . . . because if you do not do precisely what I say, Vivi, my hands are not the only thing that will touch you. Have you heard of the other thing I do to naughty little boys?"

Vivi cringed. He really, really didn't want to know. "I'll do it."

"Good boy, Vivi. Now was that so difficult?"

"N . . . no . . . " Vivi denied.

"Then now, my dear little maid boy . . . " - Kuja turned to the door, sifting his fingers through his hair - "we must prepare for the party . . . "

And Vivi, looking around the room, closed his eyes and straightened the ruffles on his dress nervously. "I-I can't wait."

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Vivi: The opinions of the author DEFINITELY do not reflect the opinions of the players within. Child molestation is a crime of a most serious nature, with this particular suggestion punishable by . . . let's see . . . I've heard it's life in prison if sex with a minor under 14 is committed, and molestation with a lifetime of guilt at the very least. Remember, everyone, it's not worth it to commit such a disgusting crime.
VVL 69: Yeah, I had to let him do that. Thank you, everyone, for your support of my writing. *waves flag of [Insert Your Country]*