A Dissidia AS Fic (Kuja/Zidane)
Parings: Zidane/Kuja
Info: Dissidia setting, alternate story, slash fluff maybe more
For fun story, Not beta-ed, Work in prog
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Zidane had been lazing about in the order sanctuary, swinging upside down by his tail and occationaly glancing at the others that were there and sighing in boredom. There was nothing to do Fighter, Cloud, and Squall were playing cards. Cecil, Ferion, and tidus were playing blitz ball.
Zidane closed his eyes, and tryed to nap when he heard wings over the sound of the others play.
He heard fighter get up, and say something about a monster, when Zidane opened his eyes and looked to the sky in the direction he was pointing and squinted.
It was a White dragon with purp . . . Zidane nearly dropped himself from the pole he had been hanging on. That was Kuja's dragon, but where was kuja? Zidane saw Fighter prepairing to use his light blast, Zidane dashed over and grabed Fighters arms, "NO ! DONT!"
Fighter looked at him with a look of questioning, "Why not, better to stop an enemy thats far way?"
Zidane pouted, " Thats my brother's Dragon , . . . if he's comming here . . with out kuja . . . something must have happened to him" Zidane let go of Fighters arm.
Fighter nodded, "I trust your judgement, go"
Zidane ran out to the edge of the sancutary as the Dragon landed and lowered its head to nuzzle Zidane. Zidane giggled as he was nuzzled and licked. He then noticed the cracked purple crystal hanging from the dragons leg. He untied it, it was kuja's cloaking crystal. His heart tightened, his brother needed him.
Chaos or not, he had to go see kuja. He looked over his shoulder at the conserned faces of his conrads, 'I should probably tell them first so they dont worry' Zidane headed back over to the others and stopped infront of Fighter, "its my brothers dragon, he has my brothers cloaking gem, my brothers in trouble I just know it, I need to go help him," his usualy happy eyes filled with worry.
Bartz crossed his arms, "Why? your brother is Chaos. Isnt it better if he died, you wouldnt have to worry about him."
Zidane growled at Bartz, "He's still my brother, and I love and care about him SO IM GOING!" Zidane huffed and stomped off back to the dragon.
Squall gave Bartz a glare.
"What?" Bartz asked shruging his shoulders.
Squall crossed his arms, " Zidane cares for his brother, just like Tidus does for his father, you shouldnt tease him about it".
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Zidane, climbed on to the dragons back and it took off. They flew over the rift and the lunar subterrain to wards the chaos camp, they landed near the out skirts and he hoped off the dragons back and looked around, keeping hidden until he saw light lavender hair peaking out from behind a lean to beside a rock.
Zidane dashed out over to him, and pulled is brothers limp body, from under some rocks and rags. Kuja looked aweful, he was bruised and his clothes dirty and torn. Zidane held him close, and picked him up. Kuja may have been taller, but Zidane was holding kuja just high enough to keep him from touching the ground.
Kuja groaned and his head layed against Zidane's shoulder, he knew this was Zidane, without opening his tired eyes. The smell of crisp leaves, and the velvet softness of the vest. This was his brother, his Zidane.
Zidane got them back on the dragon and took Kuja back to the order sancutary.
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Zidane dismounted and pulled his brother into his arms again and carryed him passed the others.
Ceicil, tidus and Firion paused to look at him, but Cloud Squall and Fighter didnt even look up. However Cloud did get up long enough to tie a bag of hi-potions onto his hip before returning to his card game with Squall and Fighter.
Zidane headed to his room, and layed kuja down on his bed. He slowly worked at getting the last shreads of clothing off kuja's body, he had been beaten really badly. "Kuja, . . . who did this to you, my brother?" Zidane said weting a cloth with the potion and cleaned him off.
Kuja groaned, he wanted to currl up, to hide from his younger brothers eyes. His loving touch was soothing, " the others . . . of chaos, dont like me all that much, they like to . . . take libertys with me" kuja said glancing up at his brother.
Zidane watched as the hi-potion healed the cuts and bruses, he set the rag aside and clinged to his brother, "Kuja . . . my brother . . . I wont let them hurt you any more . . . !!!!"
Kuja was slightly taken aback by Zidane's childish clinging, he knew his younger brother did care for him, for he had saved his life from the Ifta tree, but because he was chosen by chaos he had to fight.
Kuja smiled he loved Zidanes bouts of possessiveness, he let himself be held by his brother he sighed starting to slip into a sleep.
TBC