Final Fantasy 9: Kuja; Theme Set D, Lake
Title: Sincere Reflections
Character: Kuja
Author:
wolfchildblazer
Rating: PG
Theme: Set D, Theme 1: Lake
Warnings: Mentions Light Violence
Summary: Because sitting by a lake always inspires reflection, and Kuja was assured of his death.
Sincere Reflection
Because he always knew he was different, because there was no where else for him to recline and think about all that he had done, and because there was only the reflection of his pensive face on the ripples of the clear lake. Kuja would never claim to be innocent, in fact he had beholden himself as the Angel of Death, it was what he was made to be, but still there was the other and he was vastly different. Tossing his thoughts away, he instead turned to the nature that was not available on Terra.
Trees swept their leaves quietly across the placid lake surface, and Kuja found a infliction of wanting to tossing a stone against the calm surface. Kuja was chaos, to cause it and be it, this was his design and yet he found a wanting to be at peace. Silkily he slid to his knees and dipped booted feet into the water to disrupt the surface, measured he kicked once causing ripples to spread across the surface, how ironic. The lake was much like the life he led, and led many of his insecurities in a show.
Gently it flowed, clean and steady, untouched by the miasma he had let loose upon this world. It was almost a miracle as the lake was so close to the Lifa Tree, shining with purity reflecting the silver in his hair. He hated it, splashing a single hand against the surface forcing more angry ripples to join the ones that were long lasting. Kuja normally did not sit and think at places like this, it left to much time for reflection, reflection he would not like to face. Gaia, this planet was like this lake before his presence descended, now all the countries were embroiled in a giant war. War he had led too, funded, and armed with simple words, gestures, and promises. Greed easily greased the elephant lady’s palm, Queen of Alexandria, attacking her own allies including her own daughter. It disgusted him almost as much as he disgusted himself, but he must listen to his own creator, Gaia must be assimilated by Terra which means these races must be wiped away. Angel of Death indeed, enough that he had his own brother seeking his head, and it almost hurt him inside, just a little. Kuja turned his face away from the soft blue waters reflecting his twisted countenance, he was blemish on this clean place and he knew it, that his existence shouldn’t be.
Yet, isn’t that what everyone wanted, to exist, and have a reason for existence? His existence was to destroy, no matter what other notions or wants tilled in his mind. He was to dirty this world for a dying world, a world that would be much better off dying off, Gaia should exist not Terra, but his observations didn’t matter. Zidane should exist, the good brother, not Kuja, the destroyer, but it didn’t matter because Kuja would win, because he was the cunning one, the older one. No matter the balances that was the Terra planned it, so its will would be carried out through him even though he should never have descended from the dying planet.
He was foolish, a foolish boy, still too idealistic to ever fully entrap himself in his destructive whims, perhaps it was also foolish of him to wish deep in his heart for a possible repentance and savior. Kuja decided then, even as a evil tore from his throat and power built in his hand to destroy this peaceful lake that he would fall before Zidane’s might because it was only right. Now to face his brother one last time at the Lifa Tree, and the zone between Terra and Gaia. It was wrong for him to ever hope, because Kuja was never meant for hope. As a small act of kindness, the lake stood undisturbed, as his power flew harmlessly above it, a sincere reflection of all he wished.
Character: Kuja
Author:
wolfchildblazer
Rating: PG
Theme: Set D, Theme 1: Lake
Warnings: Mentions Light Violence
Summary: Because sitting by a lake always inspires reflection, and Kuja was assured of his death.
Sincere Reflection
Because he always knew he was different, because there was no where else for him to recline and think about all that he had done, and because there was only the reflection of his pensive face on the ripples of the clear lake. Kuja would never claim to be innocent, in fact he had beholden himself as the Angel of Death, it was what he was made to be, but still there was the other and he was vastly different. Tossing his thoughts away, he instead turned to the nature that was not available on Terra.
Trees swept their leaves quietly across the placid lake surface, and Kuja found a infliction of wanting to tossing a stone against the calm surface. Kuja was chaos, to cause it and be it, this was his design and yet he found a wanting to be at peace. Silkily he slid to his knees and dipped booted feet into the water to disrupt the surface, measured he kicked once causing ripples to spread across the surface, how ironic. The lake was much like the life he led, and led many of his insecurities in a show.
Gently it flowed, clean and steady, untouched by the miasma he had let loose upon this world. It was almost a miracle as the lake was so close to the Lifa Tree, shining with purity reflecting the silver in his hair. He hated it, splashing a single hand against the surface forcing more angry ripples to join the ones that were long lasting. Kuja normally did not sit and think at places like this, it left to much time for reflection, reflection he would not like to face. Gaia, this planet was like this lake before his presence descended, now all the countries were embroiled in a giant war. War he had led too, funded, and armed with simple words, gestures, and promises. Greed easily greased the elephant lady’s palm, Queen of Alexandria, attacking her own allies including her own daughter. It disgusted him almost as much as he disgusted himself, but he must listen to his own creator, Gaia must be assimilated by Terra which means these races must be wiped away. Angel of Death indeed, enough that he had his own brother seeking his head, and it almost hurt him inside, just a little. Kuja turned his face away from the soft blue waters reflecting his twisted countenance, he was blemish on this clean place and he knew it, that his existence shouldn’t be.
Yet, isn’t that what everyone wanted, to exist, and have a reason for existence? His existence was to destroy, no matter what other notions or wants tilled in his mind. He was to dirty this world for a dying world, a world that would be much better off dying off, Gaia should exist not Terra, but his observations didn’t matter. Zidane should exist, the good brother, not Kuja, the destroyer, but it didn’t matter because Kuja would win, because he was the cunning one, the older one. No matter the balances that was the Terra planned it, so its will would be carried out through him even though he should never have descended from the dying planet.
He was foolish, a foolish boy, still too idealistic to ever fully entrap himself in his destructive whims, perhaps it was also foolish of him to wish deep in his heart for a possible repentance and savior. Kuja decided then, even as a evil tore from his throat and power built in his hand to destroy this peaceful lake that he would fall before Zidane’s might because it was only right. Now to face his brother one last time at the Lifa Tree, and the zone between Terra and Gaia. It was wrong for him to ever hope, because Kuja was never meant for hope. As a small act of kindness, the lake stood undisturbed, as his power flew harmlessly above it, a sincere reflection of all he wished.