Wicked

Wicked

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy IX and I'm not making any money here either. This story is purely for entertainment purposes only.

Summary: Kuja is wicked, but that doesn't mean the pretty boy doesn't have a heart. He just wants someone who can wear evil as well as he does. Language, MM, Violence


Prologue

The rats had fled before the earthquake struck. All of them had run to the imagined safety of their towering, windy tree house. There was little point in remaining in this drizzling city any longer. His hair was wet and his silk garments were soaked all the way through. Did the elephant lady really not know how hard it is to make oneself look absolutely stunningly gorgeous even during a perpetual monsoon? Well, it is! It is very hard. Tiring, even. He wanted to get back to his desert palace and cackle, just so he could hear his wondrous voice echo throughout the marble halls, not remain here looking at an old queen who apparently has never heard of moisturizing.

"Isn't there something you can do to remedy this situation, Kuja?" The old queen asked, still fanning away at herself with her elaborate hand fan, which still hadn't ceased to somewhat amaze him. "Surely someone with your magic could topple that overgrown twig with little difficulty."

The violet haired mage threw back his silver head and tittered with glee. "But of course," he smiled with straight, white teeth. "I already have a scheme in mind. Just position your troops around the tree. As above, so below. My lovely dollies will get the party started."

"What of the giant sandstorm?" The queen's Lady of the Guard asked, stepping forward. "It will pose a danger to our people."

Kuja turned to give her a once over. He truly struggled not to yawn in her face. The lives of her little soldiers meant nothing to him.

"Do not worry your head about a little wind," he told her. "If those silly rats can weather it, so can you professionals."

He gave the swordswoman a wicked little smirk. She was nothing to him and he desired for her to know it.

"I do believe we are done here, your majesty," he said, giving the queen his usual bow. "Shall we go dry off?"

"HOLD IT! YOU COWARDLY MURDERERS ARE GOING NOWHERE EXCEPT STRAIGHT TO HELL!"

Kuja rolled his narrow blue eyes. "If I had a gil for every time I heard that one…"

"Do you have any idea who I am?" The queen's woman spoke, drawing her shiny blade. "I am Beatrix."

"B…Beatrix…"

The rat suddenly didn't look so brave anymore, but Kuja still noted his defiance and his big sword could still cause some bit of ouch with the hurt. It excited him.

Someone else he knew had a big, long sword that just loved to spill blood before dinner.

"I will show you no mercy," Beatrix deadpanned, striking a lethal pose. "Prepare to die."

Kuja giggled between his long fingers. "Should you start praying now, rat-boy?"

"STOP!" A new voice shouted and Kuja spun around.

His eyes widened.

/Does that boy have a tail? It can't be. It's not possible! No! No! No! No! No!/

He closed his eyes and then opened them again.

/Damn! He's still there./

"Well, I never," Queen Brahne spoke, still fanning herself. "Beatrix. I will not be late for my teatime. Kill them all."

Kuja's left eye slightly, almost twitched.

/This should be fun./

He took a small step back, so he could get a better look at the boy.

Tall, good looking, and he had the body of a warrior.

/A gil a dozen. But…that tail./

"We will not let you get away with this," the young man said, drawing his own weapon. It was as big as he was tall. "You will be punished."

/He has a nice voice./

"Oh, simple minded peasants," Queen Brahne said, still fanning away. "You have no idea what you're up against. Beatrix. Show them their still beating hearts."

/A not so nice voice./

"Yes, your majesty," Beatrix said and attacked.

The clang of metal was loud, almost as loud as the thunder booming from above.

/Is that one of my toys? It appears stronger than my others. Did that thing help defeat my top three?/

"Zidane go right!" The rat-woman in pink yelled, jumping into the air, swinging around her long spear.

/Zidane?/

"Thunder!" The little mage chanted, throwing a sizzling hot bolt through the rainy air. It crackled and hissed, booming when it struck the ground just inches from Beatrix's feet, causing her to leap backwards with a swift swing of her glowing blade.

Kuja pursed his lips, debating on ending the battle right then and there.

/What's the point? I'm already soaked. Might as well enjoy the slaughter./

He placed his manicured hands on his hips and sniffed. The air smelled of smoke and blood.

"Do hurry this along, Beatrix," Queen Brahne called over the clanging. "I'm tired and I do believe I'm hungry."

With no expression on his pale face, Kuja just looked over at her.

/Of all the people…/

A flash startled him and the battle was over.

He looked.

The little mage was out cold and flat on his face. Rat-woman was on her knees, bleeding from a wounded shoulder, and the man with the tail, Zidane, he was sprawled on his back with a bloody gash across his chest. He couldn't tell how deep the wound was, but the boy was still breathing.

"Finally," Queen Brahne huffed, folding her fan away. "Take me from this place, Beatrix. The smell of wet rat is nauseating."

"As you command, your majesty," Beatrix said, leading the elephant lady from the palace ruins.

/Finally indeed./

Kuja looked the fallen band over once more.

/This boy is going to be a thorn./

He gazed down at the fallen hero. If the boy survived, he was going to have a nice scar.

"I like your hair."

And with that being said, Kuja turned his slender back to them, strutted ever so sensually across the crumbling hall, climbed onto the back of a majestic silver dragon and soared off towards the rising sun with a secret smile on his beautiful face.

He plans were beginning to bloom and when he was finally finished, he was going to have the most beautiful bouquet ever designed.

~To Be Continued~

Note: For some odd reason, I can see Kuja singing Karaoke to Shania Twain's "Feel Like a Woman" song. Just picturing that in my head cracks me up every time. Review and tell me what you think.