Twilight Memories-Fanfic from Final Fantasy IX-Kuja's story
PostPosted: Thu Jan 08, 2004 7:33 pm
This is an fanfic from the squaresoft game Final Fantasy IX for those of you who play video games...this is Kuja's story. In Final Fantasy, Kuja is viewed as just the bad guy..I think that he was just hurt emotionally and probably a little mentally. This is his story before he is judged to harshly...just like the rest of us...a man in need of a Savior...
Twilight memories
SMACK!
Blood trickled out of the corner of his already bruised mouth. Silver hair, tossled and splattered with his own blood, was messily plastered on his face.
"You worthless, good-for-nothing..." another hit to the face accenturated the voice's boom. His head spinning, he struggled to stand in the slight chance that he could defend himself.
What's the point? It never stops, he thought grimly, it has become a nightly ritual. Our nightly ritual. Father and son quality time. He chuckled at this thought.
Struggling to right himself, he prepared for the other blows that wood soon come and began their torment. His father came towards him, again another hit. As he struggled to breath, his thoughts drifted to why he was being abused this night.
Oh yes, he remembered, I had offended father once again for being less then perfect.Earlier today, his master's had been training him on a diffucult skill. he had failed to master it the first day, now he pays. Tomorrow it will be for another reason and the same for the days to come.
"Can you do nothing? You little-" another sentence ended with a punch to the face.
Stars exploded inside the young lad's head. Darkness threatened to envelop the brightness as white flashing pain reverberated through his bones. He could no longer raise himself. The towering figure lumbered towards this misfortuned and beaten boy like a dragon catching its prey.
MORE LATER!
Twilight memories
SMACK!
Blood trickled out of the corner of his already bruised mouth. Silver hair, tossled and splattered with his own blood, was messily plastered on his face.
"You worthless, good-for-nothing..." another hit to the face accenturated the voice's boom. His head spinning, he struggled to stand in the slight chance that he could defend himself.
What's the point? It never stops, he thought grimly, it has become a nightly ritual. Our nightly ritual. Father and son quality time. He chuckled at this thought.
Struggling to right himself, he prepared for the other blows that wood soon come and began their torment. His father came towards him, again another hit. As he struggled to breath, his thoughts drifted to why he was being abused this night.
Oh yes, he remembered, I had offended father once again for being less then perfect.Earlier today, his master's had been training him on a diffucult skill. he had failed to master it the first day, now he pays. Tomorrow it will be for another reason and the same for the days to come.
"Can you do nothing? You little-" another sentence ended with a punch to the face.
Stars exploded inside the young lad's head. Darkness threatened to envelop the brightness as white flashing pain reverberated through his bones. He could no longer raise himself. The towering figure lumbered towards this misfortuned and beaten boy like a dragon catching its prey.
MORE LATER!