Violent Fetish, Part 2

Zidane laid on the cold marble floor, alone in thought. He wasn't sure how long he laid there but it was evident a few hours had gone by. The sun was nearly set. The sky was orange raging with anger; the way he felt inside. It would seem that according to the current situation, being beaten and raped by none other than his sworn enemy...his brother, he had somewhat regained a soul. He felt angry inside, and anger burning with a passion of vengeance just waiting to be unleashed to take his revenge. When he felt the strength to move, he sat up. The burning, not only from his anger, but from his once virgin entrance, bleeding and aching with a relentless sting was all he was able to concentrate on while he dressed himself.

"Kuja...You may be my brother but you have caused the demons of what has been created inside me to awaken.... I am Garland's Angel of Death and with that power I swear to end your reign of terror..."

Brother... I wonder if he was ever a brother to me... do I have a memory inside me somewhere deep within the mixture of fates...

At that he suddenly froze with shock. A bright light flashed in his eyesight as they shook and his lids flickered. He then saw an illusion, something that took him moments to prosess and comprehend. He saw himself, younger -about three feet tall, golden hair reflecting the sun and eyes showing innocence just waiting for corruption, and Kuja. Kuja looked the same, younger, not finished his growth stages of becomming a man...without makeup of course, and perhaps a bit less, whatever emotion Kuja always expressed -anger, hurt, wounded. While Zidane began to comprehend what he was seeing, he realized that the images progressed in front of him were speaking.

"Brother...why did you have to kill the birdie?" Zidanes voice still youthful and innocent, without a hint of puberty.

It took Kuja a few moments to respond. Zidane thought to himself that he knew why Kuja had killed the bird, 'twas because he was a merciless killer even at the age of twelve.' But when Kuja finally did answer, Zidane heard his voice sounding much more ...soft. It seemed his voice seemed alot less angry, along with his eyes.

"...I had to, Zidane. If I hadn't ended its life now, it would have eventually died, slowly and painfully. Forcing it to lay there alone and miserable, awaiting its final moments alive, a part of it suffering despair because it knows of its final breath, that is more cruel. I know it looked cruel and perhaps cold of me...but it was for a good intentionn Zidane."

When Zidane heard those words come from THAT person, the person that had just brutally raped him, that person's mouth, he nearly had a heart attack from shock. Holy shit he almost sounds kind!?

He then heard himself reply; his child form.

"...oh...thats sad..."

"Well life's a sad thing Zidane, but you needn't worry. You will never die, you will never become sick, and you will be strong."

"...you two, brother!?"

".....yes me too Zidane..."

There was a moment of silence and while Zidane watched his younger self sit with his younger, older brother, he could have sworn he could clearly see sorrow in his brother's eyes. The scenery was even sad to Zidane's eyes: the sky ridiculously blue, the tree above them glowing of emerald and the cherry blossoms fly as if searching for a destination. The glow of the whole place was bright and peaceful...it was sad to Zidane because he knew the future...he knew what would become of him and his brother's fate...and nothing could be done.

Zidane felt his heart swell into a thousand pieces. Seeing something like this...he wasn't ready for. Then brought back to the scene, his brother standing up and walking towards the large air craft.

"...Brother!? where ya goin'?"

"Stay here!"

"What!?"

"You heard me, stay here!"

"But brother why!?"

"Get away from me, you fucking kid!"

"Brother I'm sorry! please let me come home with you, I promise I'll never bug you again! PLEASE!"

Zidane stood and watched his past, seeing his former self clamped on to his brothers leg, yelling and crying and not understanding, and heart broken and scared. He watched as his brother, who moments ago seemed like an angel from heaven, now beating the small Zidane off his leg and kicking him down, trying to tone out the sound of his crying pleading baby brother. Zidane then realised that this little illusion was fading, becomming brighter to the point of blindness...the blood curdling screams and the loud crying and the screaming of an angry adonis had come to a fading silence. This was the piece of Zidane's memory that he had blocked out, the most heart breaking experience in his life that has always hurt him and kept an open wound...the day his brother abandoned him on earth. Zidane then realised that his brother must have always been corrupted, with mixed personalities and mixed beliefs, something that was such a phenominon no one would understand.

Reality brought him back with and unpleasant jolt. He came to in a daze and was unsure of whom was calling his name, but he heard it clearly after a while.

"Zidane, Zidane? Zidane!"

It was his Garnet. When he took that glance at her he could see a mixture of emotion in her eyes; worry, confusion, fear, hurt, and most of all perhaps gladness, gladness that she had finally found him. Zidane was still a little *woozy* and it took him a while to respond. But before he could even open his mouth the first thing he felt was a stinging force of a slap to his face, -Garnet had clearly slapped him across the face. That too took him a few moments to process.

"What the hell is wrong with you? We have all been worried sick, searching for you for how many hours, and what was your problem back there!?"

Zidane started to wonder if that was even Garnet or was he having more illusions. But when he thought over the tone in her voice and the sounds it made, he then began to realize that it was his beloved Garnet. He glanced at her once more and saw the tears in her eyes. She wasnt mad, she was hurt.

"...eh...ugh...I'm sorry...?" his apology was a little less then sensitive.

"You're sorry?" Now she sounded angry.

Zidane quickly replied, "Yes, I'm very sorry-" He bend down on one knee and took her hand and looked in her eyes. "-I'm oh so very, very sorry...really, I am sorry I hurt you and made you worried." Despite his current state of mind, he still had his charm and it wasn't fare to drag Garnet or anyone else into his little slum. His charm worked, Garnet could barely hide a smile.

"...You are forgiven..." She sounded so pleased you could HEAR the smile in her voice.

"...We all should get going..." Zidane added as he blissfully trailed off into thought. Everyone knodded, and complied as they all began walking in an aimless direction.

...Garland...what else is in my past that I have forgotten...what else is there I need to know...

"You never needed to know anything Zidane..." He heard the voice in his head and it was apparent only HE could hear it. Zidane quickly glanced at everyone around him: they all walked oblivious.

Then why was I lead here? why have you told me of a past I didn't need to know?

"You were searching for the answers of your origin. I explained..."

Stop talking in riddles. You only told me the things that YOU thought would make me obey you. I want to see the rest!

"...Very well...It's Kuja, isn't it? You wish to see more about your "Brother" that you claim to hate so much..."

I wanna know what made him corrupted! He showed innocence, he showed loving kindness, one doesn't just change in three seconds because the wind blew funny...I wanna see HIS past and understand HIM!

"...Very well..."

With the fading echo of Garland's voice in his mind, he then was brought back into the dreamy white blur of nothingness. Voices were able to be heard and images began to appear in his mind. He saw Kuja standing upon a silver dragon. It would seem to be a young one as well, grooming its feathers. Kuja, in this scene, would be twelve as well, but it was apparent it was before the innocent of abandoning his sibling.

"You show no appreciation for this, Kuja."

"Oh, sorry, I am very pleased and greatful for the gift. May I use him for transportational usage?"

"It is a "she", and no, you may not. Not yet do you have permission or access to leave Terra."

"...."

"Do you understand Kuja?"

"Yes, Master Garland."

Garland left the room, leaving Kuja alone with the large baby silver dragon.

"So you're a "she" eh? I like you..."

As Kuja ran his dainty hands along the dragon's white silky coat, three feathers came loose and floated into his hands.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!"

Garland seemed to have came back in an instant, with the sound of Kuja's distressed voice.

"What is the matter?"

"I'm so sorry, I broke her."

Garland stood silent and watched as Kuja held the loose feathers and weeped to himself, seriously believing he had somehow damaged the dragon. Garland stepped forward.

"Kuja...all you have done was shed a part of its essence away...the dragon is not harmed."

Kuja looked at the feathers, then looked at Garland.

"If the dragon were to be damaged... it would be something like this!"

With the conclusion to the sentence Garland has raised his hand and caused a large explosion of "flare" procure. The impact of power causing the baby dragon to explode into nothing but a thick smoke.

"NO!!!!!!!!!"

Kuja cried out, unable to believe what had just happened.

"Do not feel. What you are feeling this very moment is a weakness. You wouldn't have cared if you had not let yourself love the beast, and so quickly too...how do you know that the beast was able to love you in return, therefore, wasting weak emotion, thought and time."

Kuja sat there, speachless....

"The next one I will expect you to kill yourself." And with that he waltzed away once more, leaving Kuja alone.

Zidane stood next to his figment brother, watching him sit in silence, before he held the three pale feathers up to his hair and placed them into the lock.

"Those were the tests I planned to form Kuja into the perfect genome to be my Angel of Death...I was teaching him not to love and to be ruthless. What kind of Angel of Death would fall in love with anything living? It was preparation testing."

Zidane turned to where he thought the voice was coming from and yelled in anger.

So you gave him things he would love, then killed them???

"No actually, I only did that the first time. Every other test he was expected to kill himself. I made him into a killer. Eventually he began to hate the things he was killing. Soon enough, loving the power that he could take the life's of the living any time."

You're unbelievable! You asshole, only to use him, then try and kill him!? What else did you do to him...

"Well I mentally tormented him...playing mind games is the easiest way to corrupt one...and I believe despite the other things ...his final test was you."

What do you mean "me?" what other things?

"He adored you, despite the jealousy that came soon after his corruption. His final test to make him into what my goal was to create...was to abandon you on that day on earth."

!!!!!!

"Zidane?"

Garnets voice awakened him into reality once again.

"Ugh...Yeah..."

"We should prepare...incase for the worst, right through this corridor is Garland's chamber."

"Garland! Let me have him! I'm going after him!"

"Zidane wait! We should recover out MP and perhaps even restore our HP...you never know." Freya commented.

"Yes, it will be a wise decision!" Steiner added.

Zidane looked around. How he managed to walk all this way and still have his illusions was incomprehensible.

"Alright."

"Zidane...brother....

You and Garland shall pay with your demise for insulting me...

For I can now reach trance...mwahahahaha"