11 Reasons Why Zidane and Kuja are More Then Just Brothers by Blood {FF9}
Title: Understanding Taste
Theme: 28 Food
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning
Zidane leaned over his frowning brother with something of a smile, though it was itching to become a smirk. Kuja merely looked up at him with an injured dignity and a slightly downplayed sneered. One could almost say that Kuja was pouting at the younger brother whose tail swung jovial behind him. Zidane snorted into his hand and patted Kuja’s shoulder with his other hand.
“It is okay, Kuja, I’m sure the chef’s meant no offense.” Zidane murmured trying to stifle his snicker. Kuja sighed at his brother, while prodding the strange dish that bubbled and frothed in front of him. Sighing disgustedly he pushed it away and turned to his brother with a half-grimace.
“What is this strange dish in front of me?” Kuja inquired looking down at the mass.
“Well, from the archives of that one temple said this was a premium dish on our home planet.” Zidane answered looking a little green at said dish.
“Yes, but we were practically raised on vitamins and nutrient bars.” Kuja explained while moving the dish further away.
“Okay, but what about all these years on earth, surely you must have found something to suit your taste.” Zidane prodded and was rewarded by a clear and curious gaze. “Whatever that is, we will have the chef deliver, bake, or cook several of that for an apology.” Zidane added, Kuja nodded and thought back to everything he had consumed over the course of his life and turned to Zidane with a wiry grin.
“Well, while being a mass-murdering genome had taken me many places, I wasn’t exactly welcome in a lot of places.” Kuja remarked off-handedly.
“Ara, Kuja, I have a plan.” Zidane returned and scuttled back into the kitchen. There were a few silent minutes before Zidane came back out with a familiar and trouble making grin. “The chef has agreed to bring out small samples of every dish they can think of until we find something that suits you well.” Zidane spoke, and Kuja nodded. Zidane chuckled before allowing the chef to come in with a large reddish-orange spheres covered dish.
“What is this, it smells repulsive, and looks unappetizing.” Kuja huffed and Zidane snorted once more.
“Well, you’re more a high-born than I am, so I figured, a brand of Tobiko or Caviar will suit you fine.” Zidane answered with laughter in his voice. Kuja blinked pushed at the dish before begrudgingly taking a small bite. His face turned a multitude of colors before he regain his pale tone and delicately dabbed at his mouth. Without changing his expression, he turned slightly to his blond-headed brother, and with deft hands upended the dish onto Zidane’s head. Suffice it to say the small nobility inside Kuja was not hooked onto him fully. Turning back around, he ignored his now fuming brother and nodded to the chef to bring him something else.
This taste-testing went on for a few hours with Zidane helping himself as well when a few of his favorite dishes came out. He definitely enjoyed the rich chocolate pudding especially went it went so well with Kuja’s milky flesh. His revenged had, he rubbed more of it into Kuja’s silver locks before sighing and slumping into the seat beside the slightly tuckered male.
“Have you found anything to your likening yet?” Zidane whined bored and stuffed from all the millions of dishes that had paraded through the room.
“Well, there were a few things that caught my fancy but nothing I would demand to eat.” Kuja responded and Zidane pounded his head onto the table. Whimpering he laid his head on his side and squeezed his eyes into a smile when he saw Garnet standing there.
“Hi Dagger!” Zidane greeted loudly before groaning and holding his stomach. Kuja inclined his head to the young queen that had allowed his stay in hello.
“I see that it has been you who have been making my chef’s work so hard.” She greeted while nibbling on a common treat.
“My apologies, I did not mean to cause an incident.” Kuja spoke and Garnet giggled.
“It is not a big deal; my chefs are hardly complaining in fact they enjoy this.” Garnet answered while plopping down elegantly beside Zidane and picking at one of the dishes pushed to the side. Sighing she ignored the dish and settled for listening to Zidane ramble on about Kuja’s lack of taste. Said male watched curiously as Garnet kept nibbling on something before blinking in curiosity.
“What is that your majesty?” Kuja inquired while pointing to her snack.
“Oh this, here why don’t you try some Kuja?” Garnet spoke while handing over a piece. It was quiet for the few moments that Kuja took to fully taste the treat before turning with a wide grin that resembles his brother in all its eeriness.
“Let me have it, I want more!” Kuja demanded with that frighteningly evil chuckle everyone thought he had left behind. “This, this is my favorite, and I must have more.” He shouted while pointing to what Garnet had grasped in her fingers. The chefs hurried to complied and Zidane blinked while looking at his loved one.
“What exactly are you eating Garnet?” Zidane asked, slightly unnerved as Kuja continued to chuckle and demand.
“Only pocky.” Garnet answered and looked over to the silver-haired genome. “I think I’ve created a monster.” She murmured into her hands. Zidane sighed and slammed his head once more on the table with a groan.
“That is not a meal…” He whined, but was unheard over the now unhealthy shouts for pocky.
Theme: 28 Food
Characters: Kuja and Zidane Tribal
Rating: G
Warning: No Warning
Zidane leaned over his frowning brother with something of a smile, though it was itching to become a smirk. Kuja merely looked up at him with an injured dignity and a slightly downplayed sneered. One could almost say that Kuja was pouting at the younger brother whose tail swung jovial behind him. Zidane snorted into his hand and patted Kuja’s shoulder with his other hand.
“It is okay, Kuja, I’m sure the chef’s meant no offense.” Zidane murmured trying to stifle his snicker. Kuja sighed at his brother, while prodding the strange dish that bubbled and frothed in front of him. Sighing disgustedly he pushed it away and turned to his brother with a half-grimace.
“What is this strange dish in front of me?” Kuja inquired looking down at the mass.
“Well, from the archives of that one temple said this was a premium dish on our home planet.” Zidane answered looking a little green at said dish.
“Yes, but we were practically raised on vitamins and nutrient bars.” Kuja explained while moving the dish further away.
“Okay, but what about all these years on earth, surely you must have found something to suit your taste.” Zidane prodded and was rewarded by a clear and curious gaze. “Whatever that is, we will have the chef deliver, bake, or cook several of that for an apology.” Zidane added, Kuja nodded and thought back to everything he had consumed over the course of his life and turned to Zidane with a wiry grin.
“Well, while being a mass-murdering genome had taken me many places, I wasn’t exactly welcome in a lot of places.” Kuja remarked off-handedly.
“Ara, Kuja, I have a plan.” Zidane returned and scuttled back into the kitchen. There were a few silent minutes before Zidane came back out with a familiar and trouble making grin. “The chef has agreed to bring out small samples of every dish they can think of until we find something that suits you well.” Zidane spoke, and Kuja nodded. Zidane chuckled before allowing the chef to come in with a large reddish-orange spheres covered dish.
“What is this, it smells repulsive, and looks unappetizing.” Kuja huffed and Zidane snorted once more.
“Well, you’re more a high-born than I am, so I figured, a brand of Tobiko or Caviar will suit you fine.” Zidane answered with laughter in his voice. Kuja blinked pushed at the dish before begrudgingly taking a small bite. His face turned a multitude of colors before he regain his pale tone and delicately dabbed at his mouth. Without changing his expression, he turned slightly to his blond-headed brother, and with deft hands upended the dish onto Zidane’s head. Suffice it to say the small nobility inside Kuja was not hooked onto him fully. Turning back around, he ignored his now fuming brother and nodded to the chef to bring him something else.
This taste-testing went on for a few hours with Zidane helping himself as well when a few of his favorite dishes came out. He definitely enjoyed the rich chocolate pudding especially went it went so well with Kuja’s milky flesh. His revenged had, he rubbed more of it into Kuja’s silver locks before sighing and slumping into the seat beside the slightly tuckered male.
“Have you found anything to your likening yet?” Zidane whined bored and stuffed from all the millions of dishes that had paraded through the room.
“Well, there were a few things that caught my fancy but nothing I would demand to eat.” Kuja responded and Zidane pounded his head onto the table. Whimpering he laid his head on his side and squeezed his eyes into a smile when he saw Garnet standing there.
“Hi Dagger!” Zidane greeted loudly before groaning and holding his stomach. Kuja inclined his head to the young queen that had allowed his stay in hello.
“I see that it has been you who have been making my chef’s work so hard.” She greeted while nibbling on a common treat.
“My apologies, I did not mean to cause an incident.” Kuja spoke and Garnet giggled.
“It is not a big deal; my chefs are hardly complaining in fact they enjoy this.” Garnet answered while plopping down elegantly beside Zidane and picking at one of the dishes pushed to the side. Sighing she ignored the dish and settled for listening to Zidane ramble on about Kuja’s lack of taste. Said male watched curiously as Garnet kept nibbling on something before blinking in curiosity.
“What is that your majesty?” Kuja inquired while pointing to her snack.
“Oh this, here why don’t you try some Kuja?” Garnet spoke while handing over a piece. It was quiet for the few moments that Kuja took to fully taste the treat before turning with a wide grin that resembles his brother in all its eeriness.
“Let me have it, I want more!” Kuja demanded with that frighteningly evil chuckle everyone thought he had left behind. “This, this is my favorite, and I must have more.” He shouted while pointing to what Garnet had grasped in her fingers. The chefs hurried to complied and Zidane blinked while looking at his loved one.
“What exactly are you eating Garnet?” Zidane asked, slightly unnerved as Kuja continued to chuckle and demand.
“Only pocky.” Garnet answered and looked over to the silver-haired genome. “I think I’ve created a monster.” She murmured into her hands. Zidane sighed and slammed his head once more on the table with a groan.
“That is not a meal…” He whined, but was unheard over the now unhealthy shouts for pocky.