Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Slave

What was Kuja's past like? What's the reason he got insane and he wanted to get rid of Garland so badly? A dark fic about Kuja's past. Rape, Angst, Violence and possibly yaoi, although the first chapter isn't so dark yet!

Warnings: Rape, Angst, Violence, Depression, and maybe yaoi. (don't like, don't read!)

OK, this is my first attempt to these kind of fics. I like to read them , and well, sometimes I think of something but the next day I think it sucks. But I got the idea when I was drawing Kuja. The draw sucked, but the idea stayed in my mind and I've decided to do something with it. I hope it's working out a little, also with my lack of english language, so forgive my horrible grammar mistakes. By the way, if it's to long-winding or so, please tell me! That way, I can imprve this fic!

Kuja's POV

Chapter 1

The first thing I remembered was painfull light. Blue light, painfull and blue. Then, an old man. His hair was long and white, and he had a silver beard. His eyes were cold, and had no pupils. I always avoided looking in those eyes. I didn't want to. But he always, somehow, made me do it. That's how it always has been. He made me do things, wether I liked it or not. That reminds me of what I am. Nothing more then a slave. A doll. Nothing more. That's the reason I've been created. To be a slave, to obbey my creator.

I continued to stare in the darkness. Ignoring the pain I felt all over my body. It was hard to tell what part of my body didn't hurt. Even breathing hurt. My hand went to my chest, I had a few bruised ribs, maybe broken. It didn't surpise me though, it's like this every time. Every time I recieve those punches and kicks, it always leaves me with broken ribs or so. I tried to sat up, trying to ignore the complaints of my body. I have to be strong. If I don't, I'll get beat up again. It will even more hurt, because /he/ doesn't care if I'm injured or not. He just continues to treat me like garbage and beat me up if I don't obbey.

I looked up as the door opened. A dim light entered the room, making my headache even worse then it allready was. A figure entered it. It was a old man, at least, he looked like that. His name was Garland. He was `Terra's Guardian' like he prefered to be called. The old man was a saddist. Always enjoyed himself with someone else his pain. That someone else had to be me. The other ones were soulles, they couldn't suffer. Not like Garland would hurt them, but still, they have no soul. So, Garland enjoyed the pain I had. He was my creator after all, though I doubt that would give /him/ the right to do the things he did. But what could I do? He's much stronger then /me/. I don't stand a chance!

He came towards the place where I lay, walking with slow, but large steps. I watched him as he came to my `bed', watching me as well, with those cold eyes. I shivered and looked away. Fear probably written all over my face, the old man smirked. He knew I was afraid. He always does. I don't get how though, he doesn't seem to have any emotions. How could he recognize fear then? Or maybe he just /knew/. People seem to know that others are afraid of you. And they even enjoy it. Like Garland for example.

Garland looked at me for a while, his expression unreadible. I always tried to, but I never succeedded. How could I? He was emotionless, how could you try to figure out what people think, while they actually have no emotions to express it? I swallowed the soar taste comming up in my mouth. I shivered. I had the feeling something's going to happen. Something I won't like. But noone cares if I like it or not, it always happens.

Suddenly, Garland grabbed my arm and dragged me out of `bed'. He walked towareds the door and opened it, throwing me outside, not caring that I fell against the other wall from the corridor and my vision blurred, and closed the door again.

"Get up!" he barked.

I didn't hear him. I was to busy trying to get my vision back, to get rid of my headache that was getting worse. That was something I regretted. He picked me up roughly and threw me against the wall. I coughed, my lunges refusing to get air. It /hurt/. I fell on the cold floor, trying to get air.

"Get /up/!" he screamed again.

This time, I /did/ hear him I tried to get up, still coughing. But to him, it was probably to slow. He kicked me in the stomach. I fell back on the ground and tasted blood in my mouth. I coughed and tried to get up again, hoping Garland wouldn't kick me again. Fortunately, he didn't. I leaned against the wall, panting, vision blurry…I could only see some vague colours, mostly blue. But, as usual…Garland /didn't/ care.

"Come!" he said. He walked down the corridor, and I had no choice but to follow. I stumbled after him, ignoring the pain in my legs, my stomach and my lunges. Trying not to collapse from the headache, and the fact I could barely see anything, I followed the figure before me.

I don't know exactly how long we've walked, or where we went, but we where in the Pandemonium, that was one thing I knew for sure. Always when I entered it, I got weird feeling. I can't exactly describe it. Something between fear and unease, or lonelyness and depressing. The Pandemonium was gloomy, but eerie at the same time. The old people of Terra lay here, Garland once told me. But that's probably not the only reason why I get this feeling every time I enter this. I don't exactly know why I feel this, and I doubt this ever will be answered.

We still walked, and I still didn't exactly knew where we were heading. I didn't dare to ask, I feared another punch or kick. And then, we finnaly stopped, at a place that looked like an observatory. A few questions cam into my head, and I had to fight the urge to ask them. Garland probably didn't take me here to answer some of my questions. I gave the old man a questioning look, hoping he would get the hint and started to explain. It seemed like he got it, or was planning to explain it anyway.

"This is the observatory. I observe Gaia from here. And your my Angel of Death, you need to know a little more about the planet." He turned around. A city could be seen on the place where there was nothing more then blackness before. People walked around, some kids were running around, and I knew I didn't like the high laughter comming from them. They were happy, something I wasn't! But something strange crossed my mind.

"Master Garland? Why…don't they have tailes?" I said, giving the old man a questioning look again. I'm not sure, but it looked like Garland laughed.

"Because they aren't genomes! Only genomes have tailes!" he explained with a huge smirk.

"What?!" I shouted in shock, forgetting that Garland could hit me for that.

"You heard me! Only genomes have tailes. Your tail proves your one." Garland said calmly.

"I'm not like them!" I screamed. I didn't care they probably could hear it in Bran Bal. "They…."

"….haven't souls, but you have. You're special. You're my Angel of Death, and you will take care of disturbing the path of souls. You will help me make Terra and Gaia into one." Garland said. "But I think I've explained that allready." He turned around again with a smirk, enjoying my shocking look.

My tail proves I'm a Genome! I looked at it, it's silver furr was soft. I liked my tail first, it was the only little comfort and warmth I had. But now…

I glared at it. But my tail twitched widly, then turned around my ankle. I shivered at the touch of the furr on my skin.

I took another look at the screen again, watching the tailless children laughing and playing, and I couldn't help it, but I hated them. I hated their high laughters, their happy faces. I also hated the other people walking around. They were talking and laughing. They were happy. Something I'll never be. And I wanted to go there and get rid of the smiles on their faces and the laughters.

I looked at Garland, who was amusing himself with looking at me. He was smirking, again.

"You saw enough for today. Go back to your quaters!" he said in his usual cold voice.

I did what I was told.

I lay on my `bed', a metal plate atached to the wall on one side, stong enough to hold a person. On the `plate' lay a thin mattress, and that was my `bed'. I stared in the darkness, feeling my headache getting lesser. The rest of my body still hurt, but I didn't think of the pain. I never did, this way it was /bearable/. I tried to figure a way to get rid of my tail. I didn't wanted it anymore. It didn't give any warmth or comfort anymore, not like it did before. Now I hated it. Just like the /children/ with their /laughter/. I didn't try to think about it, but somehow, I had to. I whished Garland never showed me, but then again, he /liked/ me to /suffer/, didn't he?

I looked at my tail like it was an insect that needed to be squashed. Maybe I should /cut/ it? I sat up and tried to think. How? There's no knife around. And it would probably /hurt/! But then again, everything /hurt/. I stood up, stumbling towards the door. I needed to find a knife first, maybe somewhere in Bran Bal.

I tried to shut his eyes from the blue light, my headache wat getting worse. I looked around, trying to find a place where I could find a knife. I walked into one of the buildings, not really caring what kind of purpose it had. When I was inside, I walked towards a stairs, and went down. I came into a basement. There stood a few pods with green liquid in it. In each pod was a genome. Every genome was created in such a pod, and had to grow before they could come out. I remembered when he suddenly `woke up.' I was in a pod as well, and I could almost taste the gell-like liquid in my mouth. I walked passed them and looked between all the things that ley shattered among the room. After a little seach, I found where I was looking for…a knife! A small one, but it's a knife. I sat down on the ground and grabbed my tail. I held the blade on my tail. But, it didn't go farther then that. My thoughts were full of doubt.

Do I cut it or not?

I will…

But I couldn't get my hands do it.

I don't dare to cut it!

But I have to!

I closed my eyes and threw the knife away, hearing it fall on the cold floor.

I won't!

***

4th of June, 2003

OK, this is it for now! Please tell me what you think! I know, the angst factor isn't very high at the moment, but it will. I don't want to put the best (or the worst, in another point of view) in the first chapter. I allready know an ending. But did you like it? Was it good? Bad? Too long-winded? Please tell me in your review so I can improve this fic!

Maybe there will be some yaoi in it. In that case, I'll give a warning. I'll adjust the summary as well then.

But, thanks for reading!

~ Angel of death 87