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[waywardwings]

WHO: Zidane and Kuja.
WHAT: Brotherly reunion! (Sorta.)
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Shortly after Kuja's arrival.

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[de_novo_xiii]

He hated this place already. There was too much ocean and too much sky and not enough land. There were too many people. There were too many happy people and he was fed up being filthy and fed up feeling miserable.

Yes he had split ends and broken nails, but what he hadn't wanted to reveal in the journal now that he had discovered it wasn't private... Was that he was scared Zidane had replied. Perhaps it was just a cruel joke because a villain like him should never be given hope at all.

But there he was, standing before him! The perfect replacement Genome with his golden hair and bright jubilant eyes.

He wanted to scream at him, to yell and to rant at being thrown into another world in an indignant state. He didn't want to be here! He had had his crescendo, his beautiful tragic finale... Kuja wanted to cry and cling to him, and beg Zidane just to tell him things were going to be ok, but his pride would never ever allow for that. He raised a hand as if to reach for him, before letting it drop to rest back atop the journal.

"Hi." He managed feebly.

[waywardwings]

Zidane released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. After everything that had happened, the only thing the pair of them could manage was the exchange of a couple of awkward words. He felt so relieved - beyond relieved, overwhelmed - and that was it. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but... what was there to say?

He shook his head, deciding he was thinking things over too much. This really did seem to be Kuja, and that was all that mattered. Zidane seated himself on the bench beside him to recover from the run, watching as if Kuja might disappear the moment he took his eyes off him.

"Sorry about... you know," he gestured lamely to the journal on his lap, "I was kind of cold before. I didn't know whether to think it was you or not."