11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood {FF9}
Title: Fears
Theme: 15 Anxiety/ Apprehension
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning
Zidane is perplexed in his own anxieties, and how numerous they are in such peaceful times. His heart beats out a tattoo always worried, that this peace, as fragile as it is, will crumble before his very eyes sucking in his precious people. He always feels like his is standing at the very top of the mountain with little balance and losing more grip as the minutes pass. Zidane considers himself foolish; he has fought and defended himself against numerous monsters and enemies with out a lick of concern.
He had fears then, but he always fearlessly plunged forward, paving his way. Restlessly and restlessly searching for his past and the tie to the blue light he remembers as his only memory. Why is it that with the world at peace, that his devil-may-care attitude has been tamed and tampered with because of having friends and family? His anxious fears grab at him with knowing that a single germ could fell his support and he would have to watch them die without a single thing to be done. All his fears and anxieties revolve around his precious people and their safety, but he wouldn’t yield them for nothing.
Kuja is different, but this has been noted before, he knows exactly what his fears are and where they spring from. He fears himself and his great perchance for power without limits, he fears the lust that hides deep inside threatening, always threatening. Kuja acknowledges this, but it wears away under selfish pressure when he thinks, he knows he could easily slip. Power was like a drug to him, a powerful, heady drug, and he was helplessly addicted driven by a merciless man and his own insecurities. So he fears himself and the things he could do as he once did.
The other anxiety that makes him apprehensive is a secret fear, but the one closest to his heart. This is the feeling of ever waiting loneliness; he has felt this before, willing and unwilling from his isolations. He didn’t have to face this fear or acknowledge it when he was alone; he only had to contend with the possibility of dying, be it alone. Now, though, he has the strange friendships with those he once tried to rend apart, and a family that warms his cool core, it frightens him. Kuja knows they could easily tear him to pieces if they decide he is not worth their admiration and love, they are too close, to near his vulnerable heart. However, what makes him sleep less at night is the possibility that they would leave him, and that encroaching loneliness would descend upon him like a vicious vulture. He fears to trust, apprehensive to let go of all walls and reservations and actually believe that won’t leave him to the wayside.
These fears, they entwine the brothers and drive them closer and further apart at the same time. In the end they fear the same thing under a different name, they fear loss, of comfort, of trust, of Love.
Theme: 15 Anxiety/ Apprehension
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning
Zidane is perplexed in his own anxieties, and how numerous they are in such peaceful times. His heart beats out a tattoo always worried, that this peace, as fragile as it is, will crumble before his very eyes sucking in his precious people. He always feels like his is standing at the very top of the mountain with little balance and losing more grip as the minutes pass. Zidane considers himself foolish; he has fought and defended himself against numerous monsters and enemies with out a lick of concern.
He had fears then, but he always fearlessly plunged forward, paving his way. Restlessly and restlessly searching for his past and the tie to the blue light he remembers as his only memory. Why is it that with the world at peace, that his devil-may-care attitude has been tamed and tampered with because of having friends and family? His anxious fears grab at him with knowing that a single germ could fell his support and he would have to watch them die without a single thing to be done. All his fears and anxieties revolve around his precious people and their safety, but he wouldn’t yield them for nothing.
Kuja is different, but this has been noted before, he knows exactly what his fears are and where they spring from. He fears himself and his great perchance for power without limits, he fears the lust that hides deep inside threatening, always threatening. Kuja acknowledges this, but it wears away under selfish pressure when he thinks, he knows he could easily slip. Power was like a drug to him, a powerful, heady drug, and he was helplessly addicted driven by a merciless man and his own insecurities. So he fears himself and the things he could do as he once did.
The other anxiety that makes him apprehensive is a secret fear, but the one closest to his heart. This is the feeling of ever waiting loneliness; he has felt this before, willing and unwilling from his isolations. He didn’t have to face this fear or acknowledge it when he was alone; he only had to contend with the possibility of dying, be it alone. Now, though, he has the strange friendships with those he once tried to rend apart, and a family that warms his cool core, it frightens him. Kuja knows they could easily tear him to pieces if they decide he is not worth their admiration and love, they are too close, to near his vulnerable heart. However, what makes him sleep less at night is the possibility that they would leave him, and that encroaching loneliness would descend upon him like a vicious vulture. He fears to trust, apprehensive to let go of all walls and reservations and actually believe that won’t leave him to the wayside.
These fears, they entwine the brothers and drive them closer and further apart at the same time. In the end they fear the same thing under a different name, they fear loss, of comfort, of trust, of Love.