Rated: K, English, Fantasy & Drama, Kuja, Words: 664, Favs: 1, Published: Jul 8, 2001 on FanFiction.net
By Mimi Blossoms
Rated: K, English, Fantasy & Drama Words: 664 Published: Jul 8, 2001
A/N: This is a Final Fantasy IX fanfiction that focuses more on Kuja. Actually this IS NOT exactly a normal fanfic b/c it's really rather short. I've always wanted to write a 'normal' Kuja fanfiction. I made several attempts already and I realized that Kuja is such a complex character. Ie, I found him very difficult to write. But I really really want to write a Kuja 'novel' that will also involve his relationships with other characters (b/c he's my fav FF9 character). Unfortunately, I really don't have the time for it, and it takes a lot of dedication if I want a good fanfic. I have other FFVII/Digimon fanfics to worry about. Anyway, here's my attempt at a Kuja fanfic. Help me if you want. But please be nice about it.
He slowly opens his weary blue eyes. No longer it is shining like it used to be. His cerulean eyes only stare above the sky filled with nothing. There is no longer hope inside. The passion is lost there now. Inside he feels nothing, nothing, as it is just filled with emptiness and nothingness. All his dreams gone. His purpose, his courage. It is as if it suddenly left him. It just disappeared, vanished into thin air, lost in the air forever.
As he lies on the branches of the Iifa Tree, he can see the sky above him, just a bit for the branches are blocking the what would have been a beautiful sight. All the pain and the suffering are also gone, thrown away so quickly. Kuja hopes not to face those horrid things he experienced before. What's done is done, and he knows very well that he can't do anything about it.
Now death is finally approaching. Oh the pain, all the pain he's been through is enough. He's had enough. Now his fear is also growing. He knows what is coming up now. His death. What will happen now that he will lose his soul? He wants his soul. He has to keep it forever, even if it means that he has to live like this forever. Live in pain, anger, sorrow. Live with everyone, with the people of Gaia even though they will feel nothing towards him but hatred. After everything that he did. He made everyone suffer.
Life is such a difficult thing to understand. Its purpose, its meaning… Everyone is involved in life. Perhaps it was his purpose to bring evil in this world. Whatever it was, what he did was wrong. All the wrong things he did in the past cannot be undone. He has to live with it. He has to accept it.
He breathes and breathes, struggling already to catch his breath. His back is sore. Every part of his body is in pain. Even his heart feels broken. Nothing can cure him now. Not even his black magic can do a thing for him. That's it. It's over. No more. No more.
It's the end of his horrible reality. The end of his life. Such a short life… such a pitiful ending for him. It is the end of his act, the end of this drama.
He laughs now.
It is not exactly the outcome of what he predicted.
His plan is a failure.
He smiles now. He just can't believe himself. Perhaps death is not such a bad thing after all. If he has to live, he still has to face those terrible things. In death, he can't feel anything. He's asleep forever… peacefully silent… all quiet in his own eternal sleep.
Sleep.
Yeah.
That's it.
Sleep now.
Sleep.
Live like this…
Forever.
A/N: Question to ppl: "Why do you think life exists? What is the purpose of life? Of death?" (I really want to know your views on this).