A Final Fantasy IX fanfiction
Kuja sat and toyed with the strange crystal in his slender fingers.
The faces glittered with magic, flashing blue, red, white, green, yellow,
black and purple. Each winking facet held the power of the seven elements,
and he longed to be able to absorb the energy. He could feel the magic
simmering in his blood, making his every cell come to life, seeking to use
the crystal's power to save his people by destruction. Before he could
analyze that feeling, the gem was plucked from his grasp by the hand that
initially gave it to him. He stared at the delicate hand in indignation
for long moments. The soft chuckle of his teacher tickled his ears, and he
"Now, Kuja, you know I cannot sanction your possession of a crystal
yet." The gentle voice was lilting and sweet, much like his, only
feminine. The sparkling eyes that held his gaze were clear amber, the
teacher's hair soft, long, and platinum.
"Yes, Rashia, I understand." Even though I do not agree, were the
words he chose not to voice, yet he knew the slightly older genome female
heard them perfectly. In some ways, Rashia was like an older sister, in
others, she was the female he desired. In all situations, Rashia was his
teacher, gently expanding and shaping his mind, telling him the things no
one else thought he should know. He was fourteen, in Terran years, twenty-
one in Gaian time, and he had reached maturity the previous spring. He had
come to desire the cool Rashia, her elegance and knowledge fueling a fire
in his blood. He knew that she was aware of his volatile emotions, yet she
did not shun or mock him. Rashia calmly accepted the fact, and refused to
let it affect her. That angered him, for out of all the women on Terra,
Rashia was the only one he wanted, and the only one he was forbidden to
have. She was destined to be the mate of his new brother, Zidane, once the
youngling reached adulthood. When that happened, Kuja would be disposed of
like so much garbage, and Rashia would continue on, unflappable.
He would kill the genome child if he had any inkling that such an
action would gain the heart of the female, only he knew it would lose the
respect she had for him. Kuja probably would kill the child at any rate,
but not for Rashia. He would do it for the genomes.
"Yes, my student?"
"I will be leaving Terra soon, but before I go...there's one last thing
I want you to teach me." He was leaving in two days, against Garland's
orders, so he decided to use the Terran Law of Learning: A student can
request instruction on any subject prior to leaving their Teacher, without
chance of punishment.
"Kuja..." She sighed. "You may make your request."
The silver haired, effeminate genome smiled wickedly at her from
across the wide, clean desk he studied at. She knew what he would ask, and
she was going to allow it. She must care for him!
"I want you to teach me one last art. The art of love." He saw her
eyes widen imperceptibly, yet a small smile curved her full lips.
"As you wish my student, I shall teach you love."