Other Fan Fiction ❯ Chained Freedom ❯ FuTiLe ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 9 neither do I own Dissidia or any of the characters that are taking place in my story. How is everyone, did you miss me? He he! I had no time to write, even on a laptop anymore since it broke for now. Anyways, please enjoy.

Chapter 7: FuTiLe

His eyes fell on my unattended body that was obviously not ready, not dressed, not fixed. What is he going to do to me-? Is he going to lash out at my body again? As if I wasn't abused badly enough… I lower my eyes down to the wet floor, staring at it and clenching the towel in my grip tightly...

His hands began to shake- in fear and unease. 'I hate feeling like this! So weak- unable to defend myself! It ticks me off.' Zidane's eyes begin to wet the edges off his eyes. But they turn into a glare; staring at the floor as if it was the one at fault.

Kuja stares at Zidane, unappeased. "Did I not say to be ready in twenty minutes? Is that not sufficient time to be ready? You really do enjoy making me furious don't you? That, or is it you enjoy my treatment of you?" He looked at Zidane oddly, as if in wonder.

Zidane looked up at Kuja menacingly. "I was lost in thought is all…" he replied in an icy tone.

"Lost in thought? Oh my! So my orders were nothing to you and you decided to be ignorant and careless towards your master?"

"What me? Careless? You're the one who's ignorant and careless! Bringing me here kidnapping me and having me in chains to do whatever you please! YOUR SICK! I hate YOU! I DETEST YOU I COULD CARELESS WHAT YOU WANT OR PLEASE!" He yelled out breathing heavily. For what was to come he was ready, but he did not care. Or did he?

Kuja shook his head, rubbing a tassel of silver hair. He let out a tired sigh, snapping his fingers making Zidane tumble to the ground. "Its music to my ears hearing you scream out in pain. I am your master- you are my slave. No one is coming to save you. So as long as you keep disobeying me, the harder it is going to be for you." He spoke arrogantly, as if teaching an infant the alphabet. He turned his head at the pained Zidane.

Zidane groaned as he clenched his fists, his face scrunched in torture and agonizing pain."S-Stop...Nnnghhk!..."

"I can't hear you I'm afraid. Did you say...stop? "

"Ye- agh!" Zidanes eyes rolled back in pain, feeling it grow more intense. His body burned and he knew his insides had to have been damaged- tissue scorched and muscle torn. "STOP THIS! PLEASE KUJA! STOP!"

"Stop what? I'm your master- remember that. Aren't you going to apologize for being so careless and ignorant towards me, Zidane?" he teased with a mocking smile as he crouched down in front of Zidane, making sure that he would know who had the upper hand.

"Master…" Zidane glared at Kuja hatefully, his eyes beginning to soften as tears streamed down his face from the abuse.

Kuja smirked at this excitedly, his eyes glowing. "Master...what? Where's the apology and the begging? Stop what Zidane? What am I doing to you that's making you fall to the floor and making you cry so?" Kuja asks innocently wiping the tears away gently, long slender fingers running down the thief's soft cheek.

Zidane closed his eyes. 'I wish I was dreaming. Why? Why can't this be a dream that I can merely awake from?' "Master...I ungh! I'm sorry...f-for m-my careless actions...Ple-please..." Zidane began, coughing with the feeling that blood was trying to come up. He swallowed hard, feeling his body tremble. "Stop it…please-!" he grasped Kuja's hand with his, clenching it.

Kuja smacked it away in something akin to contempt. "Don't touch me." he stood up wiping his hand on a handkerchief in disdain.

Zidane's vision began to blur- his body went numb and his strength drained. The pain went away; but he was feeling extremely weak and his head dropped to the cold wet pavement. Breathing heavily he began feeling nauseous.

Kuja looked back at Zidane "Well, I'm really impatient if you're not ready in another twenty it'll be the lashings for you. I will punish you severely" and with that he turned to leave.

Zidane tried lifting his body but it wouldn't respond. "K-Kuja… undo whatever is binding me" he gasped.

Kuja looks at Zidane dumbly. "Binding you? I don't understand. I undid my shackles and controlling worm inside you. Don't make me wait Zidane. I detest waiting!" He announced, annoyed.

Zidane clenched his fists, or at least tried to, slightly trying to lift up his face. It felt like it weighed a thousand pounds though, so he dropped his head back down after lifting it a couple of centimeters.

A couple of minutes passed and all his attempts failed. 'He's doing this on purpose. I know he is.'

Zidane managed to get up after ten minutes and he swayed quite a bit. Almost losing his balance, his body still felt oddly numb. He glanced around and realized that he was not tied down to anything. He began looking around- trying to find a way out. He ran towards the window and managed to open it a little. As soon as he placed his leg out, he noticed that he was completely naked.

A creak was heard as the door opened.

Zidane froze. Looking behind himself, horror written upon his face.

A maid and a butler walked in, but the butler looked oddly brown haired female who stood next to the other taller male who was grinning. Next to the butler the maid had a huge frown.

The taller male butler ran toward Zidane hugging him. "Aw Zidane I missed you!" he says with a huge grin.

Zidane eyes widen blushing furiously. Trying to break free from the embrace he was receiving. "Ow don't hug so tight!" he says wincing from the pain "Who are you anyways? Get off!" Zidane struggled.

"Ow Zidane calm down, It's me Bartz."

Zidane stopped and instead began hitting Bartz. "It took you this long to find ME!" he growled practically crying of joy.

Bartz smiled rubbing his bruised cheek were Zidane had injured him" Haha ok ok calm down I'm here now right? I'm sorry we just couldn't figure out where the location was and I had to convince Squall. Man Kuja really did a number on you" he frowned.

"Yeah it wasn't fun either. So Squall? Where is he?" Zidane began glancing around.

Bartz pulled Zidane close whispering in his ear. "He's right over there but don't say anything to him about the maid outfit. It was really hard to get him to wear it." He smirked.

Zidane looked over at Squall.

Squall glared at Zidane angrily as if saying: 'Don't you dare say anything or I swear- I'll make you regret It.' kind of glare.

Zidane quickly glanced at Bartz "What time is it? We have to get out before Kuja returns." He hissed impatiently.

Bartz stared at Zidane and blinked a couple of times "Huh? What did you just say? I didn't catch that?"

Zidane's face reddened "Stop looking! I know I'm naked but doesn't mean you have to stare like that!"

Squall stepped in front of Bartz, annoyed. "We have to go. Now. Get him some clothes and let's go." He said.

Bartz smiled “Oh, uh, I know. Leon take off your clothes and give them to Zidane since you told me that you would rather come here naked rather than wear that outfit. Now you can actually do that- but we're leaving this time." He grinned.

Squall turns to look at Bartz angrily "I'm not walking anywhere naked!" he said pulling Bartz jacket of and covering Zidane with it.

Zidane covered his mouth trying not to laugh but immediately turned to Bartz "Let's go... but I want to get my weapon first- before we leave this place."

Bartz turns to look at Zidane surprised "Your weapon? Really? Your kidding me aren't you!" he said laughing nervously.

Zidane shook his head. "No I need it; It took me forever to get that weapon." He says letting out a sigh.

Bartz face grew nervous. "Aw fine... only because you ask. But we got to get you dressed as a maid or we'll look suspicious." He says pulling Zidane out of the room.

Bartz ran quickly to a room and began re-dressing Zidane.

Zidane yelped and backed away. "I can dress myself." He says blushing furiously as he put on the dress. His pride balked after another few moments though, and suddenly he pulled it off angrily, yelling at Bartz: "No! I am not wearing this! Give me a tuxedo or whatever you butlers wear." He said with a childish pout.

"But, I really want to see you wear a maid outfit..." Bartz whined.

Squall walked up to Zidane and rolled his eyes in understanding at the way Zidane was feeling.

"There are enough tuxedos... but the maid outfit would suit you much better! I know they would." Bartz said, trying to convince Zidane.

Squall approached Bartz, his eyes looking dark and grim, his mouth curved into a displeased frown. "You said I had to wear this outfit because there was no more butler outfits."

Bartz looked at Squall innocently "Huh? I did? Oh um, well you do look good in that outfit, and we didn't get caught, right?"

Squall smiled at Zidane. "Will you wait here while I discuss something with Bartz?" he said politely.

Zidane nodded nervously. He's actually smiling? Wow...Creepy….

Bartz grabbed Zidanes arm "No wait lets just hurry and get out of here we have no time to be discussing anything! R-right Zidane?" he said nervously.

Squall immediately grabs Bartz dragging him away into a dark room closing it.

Zidane gulped waiting nervously.

Squall stepped out of the room in a sophisticated matter. "Ok let's go hurry up and get dressed already try that maid outfit we have no time." he says fixing his tie.

Zidane sighed putting on the frilly dress. I don't even want to argue."Where's Bartz?"

Bartz comes out of the room injured and wearing a maid's outfit. "Ugh…"

Zidane eyes widen "Bartz are you ok?" he asks noticing how beaten up he looked.

Bartz grinned "Aw how cute you look Zidane let me hug ya" he says squeezing Zidane tightly. He planted a kiss on his cheek.

Zidane blushed pushing him off when he noticed Leon glaring at him. "Ok Ok! Let's go already!" He says walking out the door.

Bartz followed behind him.

Zidane gasped though, when he saw Kuja coming. He immediately pushed Bartz inside the room "Shh!" he hissed, and grinded his back against the wall.

Kuja looked angrily at Zidane. "Why weren't you in your room?" he said barely above a whisper, terrifyingly quiet, annoyed and ready to strike Zidane down at that very moment...

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Yes Yes, I took forever, but here it is: chp. 7! Blame my annoying bf for making me take off my flash drive I ended up forgetting it at his house twice so yeah. Well I'm done, sorry Shinnimus (my caring beta, lol) for making you wait and thank you, please review.