Other Fan Fiction ❯ Chained Freedom ❯ BeTrAyEl ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8. BeTrAyAl

My heart stopped in an instant. How did I actually take that long to change? It wasn't even twenty minutes or thirty - wait, how much time did he give me to change anyways? Like I should worry about that; right now I have to worry about getting the hell out of here!But how if he's standing right there?! I don't even have my scythes, or anything to use as a weapon to defend myself. Bartz and Squall - do they have their weapons? Three against one should be good…Of course that seems to be impossible since I don't even have a weapon. I should just give up and let Bartz and Squall try their luck. I'll figure out how to get out next time…wait a minute, give up?

Zidane glared at Kuja hatefully, gulping as he began to tremble uncontrollably.

"What are you doing? Get over here, stop wasting my time! If you hurry yourself over to me I won't punish you." He smirked, looking at Zidane playfully, his eyes looking hungry at the small male. "...too bad though, since that outfit satisfies me."

Zidane angrily grabbed anything close by to defend himself with, ending up clenching a broom in a shaking grip and pointing it at Kuja his eyes flashing with anger and indignation." How 'bout you go screw yourself first! Go die already!" He spat, as close to hissing as he'd ever been in his life.

Kuja looked at Zidane semi-surprised as he raised an eyebrow, cornering the blonde boy. "..Screw myself...then die? Is that what you said to me?" He leant forward, closing in and breaking the gap between them, making Zidane back up against the wall.

"Mmngh…I…y-you heard me…" Zidane held his breath staring helplessly at Kuja his lowered lip trembled even as the rest of him froze feeling his mouth begin to dry. Remembering the horrid pain that Kuja caused upon his fragile vulnerable body; he began to shake uncontrollably.

Kuja's hand's draped down Zidane's golden blonde head as he played with the strands of hair with a curious gentleness. "I'm sure you don't mean that." his voice cooed softly as he spoke.

Zidane's lip curved into a pout, looking up at Kuja with his eyes hardened an icy blue, trying to ignore the fear he was feeling. He wanted to start insulting him and to say how much he detested the silver haired male. But for some reason, he was unable to say anything at all.

Kuja chuckled cruelly, knotting a clump of the boy's locks in his fist then pulling hard, making him yelp. "Looks like the cat hasn't actually caught your tongue after all." He chirped in glee at the cute whimper he'd managed to obtain.

Zidane winced, turning his eyes up to glare angrily at Kuja. "S-Stop it!" He tried prying Kuja's grip off of his hair, digging his nails into the man's wrist. "Let go you shit!" Zidane growled, growing angrier by the second and lusting for Kuja's blood, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline.

Kuja pulled Zidane's hair back more brutally, making Zidane call out coarsely in his pain. "Say that again."

Suddenly, a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Bartz bolted out of a room, a battle cry on his lips but barely registering in any of them's attention. Swinging his sword with a reckless abandon at Kuja, eyes flared in anger at his actions toward Zidane.

Kuja detached himself from his prey, backing off while dodging. He looked oddly at what came at him and flashed a melancholy smile, his eyes widening in excitement. Another brown haired man ran in behind Bartz, Squall. Taking out his gun blade he looked at Kuja fearlessly, blocking out and rejecting to remember how badly they were beaten not too long ago.

Kuja covered his mouth, chuckling bemusedly. "Again? Have you forgotten the past? It's not wise to forget the past or else you will end up repeating the same mistake a second time." He lifted himself and looked down at his opponents with confidence.

"We haven't! …But it doesn't mean that we're going to run away and not bother trying! Zidane is coming with me, and I'm taking him back even if it's by force, or even if I have to kill you permanently! I could give a damn if he's your brother." Bartz spat darkly.

Zidane blushed at the remark, his heart skipping a beat. He swallowed hard, fixing his hair trying to get the strands away from his eyes - his hair was undone from Kuja's violent pulling, and he slowed down as he floated back to Bartz' remark. Squall's fear dispersed. He felt a little stronger by the remark, and he wasn't going to run away - he had to be strong, but it seemed to bother him the way he said how he was going to be the one to save Zidane like he wanted Zidane.

"You don't listen do you? It's a waste of my breath to try and talk to you." Kuja rolled his eyes.

"That's right.'Cause no one wants to hear your rambling and stupid comments or what you have to say!" Bartz pulled Zidane's wrist tugging him behind him. Smiling at him with a wink

Zidane almost tripped, stumbling, and looked at Bartz oddly. "What are you doing? I'm going to fight too!"

Bartz smiles, rubbing Zidane's hair "How 'bout you make a run for it? We didn't come here for fun. It was to get you out of here, and we wouldn't want to fail now. We'll meet you later…so go."

Squall let out an annoyed sigh as he glanced back at Zidane, loosening his grip on his weapon. Kuja noticed Squall's unease quickly, smirking at his opponent's hesitation.

"I can't just leave you guys here. I'll fight too!" Zidane lifted the broom in his hand.

"With a broom!? Are you mad!? You need to get away Zidane, I mean it!" He said firmly, though he added in a whisper "Right, how 'bout you use that when we get back home, while I sit back and enjoy your services in that maid's outfit?" He winks, smiling.

Zidane blushed, looking down at the ground dumbly with a slightly confused expression as Kuja approached Bartz, letting out a long yawn. "You're going to chat up my slave with a bunch of crap like that? I'm afraid that isn't going to happen."

Bartz pushed Zidane away. "Go! Hurry and it will happen, I swear to you! ...I'll make sure it does." Bartz flashed an arrogant grin at Kuja at the last part of his sentence.

Taking one last look at his friends, he nodded. Zidane made a run for it. He looked around the mansion or whatever it was he was in, who knows what it was but it was huge and he seemed like he was in a maze even as he ran, sweat starting to build on his forehead. He hoped they would be safe…

Bartz lunged forward with his sword. "Hiyaaaahh!"

Kuja barely had to dodge Bartz was so unfocused, and boredly grabbed the young man's head, slamming it against the wall effortlessly. Bartz let out a loud groan. He felt something crack and a light, warm trickle of blood streaming down his forehead marred his sight. He could have sworn he saw stars or a bright flash; he dropped to the floor in shock sliding down slowly as he let out another long groan of pain.

"Bartz!" Squall cried, running toward Bartz but stopping a few feet away.

"It's pointless!" Kuja laughed insanely. "Why do you even try? Didn't I say not to forget the past? Surely my slave is worth all this, if not more? You're only making me enjoy and want him more…so much more! I guess you're simply making it more enjoyable." His amethyst eyes widening with his darkened humor, looking overjoyed with the situation. His eyes moved toward the chestnut haired male. "You going to entertain me or bore me to death?"

Squall stared at the floor hard, slowly raising his frail face to look Kuja in the eye. He lifted his weapon even as Bartz struggled to raise himself off the ground, his breathing becoming uneven and his hair hanging from his face as his gaze grew darker and crimson blood dripped from his mouth and down along his chin.

Zidane…

Kuja let out another yawn "Aren't you annoying! ...Then again I was not aiming to kill you at all, but to simply knock you out." He rubbed the sleep that had formed in his eyes from yawning.

"W-Why are you doing this?" Bartz breathed out between gasps, glaring at Kuja, hatefully demanding an answer.

"Why? Why not? I wanted a slave and Zidane suits my taste! He always has! Regardless he's mine and there's nothing you can do about it. I have absolute control over him...or at least, I will over time...he just needs to be disciplined and we will be together in darkness." Kuja walked past Bartz.

Bartz lifted himself up, his joints cracking a bit as he put his strength all on his bruised hands, he trembled from the pain and stared anxiously at Kuja. "I-I wont let you…touch him…" he rasped.

"You're going to stop me?" Kuja's grin widens in amused by what Bartz was saying to him.

Squall walked over to Bartz, standing in front of him and lifting his sword, resting it on his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he stared down Kuja like he would bite at any moment if he were to harm Bartz.

"S-Squall…what are you...?" Bartz looked at Squall confused, lifting himself a little more.

Squall stepped on Bartz' back pushing him back down. "Stay down. Can't you see when you have lost? I'll take care of him." With a swoop that surprised Kuja he slashed upwards with a sharp thrust, injuring the silver-haired man's neck, slightly grazing it.

Kuja grabbed his neck rubbing it softly. He felt warm liquid trickle down his hand he stared at his hand a bit surprised by Squall's achievement. "You...you bruised me! Nicely done nicely done. But...I'm not impressed." He growled, annoyed.

"Who said that I was trying to impress you? I'm not doing it because of you, everything I'm doing..." He lifts his gun blade his eyes running through the blade examining it carefully his reflection reflecting back at him. "Is for Bartz…and Zidane." His eyes sway over to Kuja his blue eyes shining with determination.

Bartz lifted his head, his face painted with a tint of pink shadowing over his cheeks. His expression changed as he stood quickly, ignoring the pain of his joints cracking and the aching circulating across his chest and arms throughout him, raising his own weapon to stand beside Squall.

Rolling his eyes and letting out a tired sigh, he smirked. "How charming. You want me to give you my slave back just because of that? Not so much of a touching speech, it made me absolutely sick. It's not going to happen because I won't let it, don't you see? It's funny really." Kuja began laughing loudly.

"What's funny about this?!" Bartz shouted startling Squall and making him fall over sideways in shock. "Stop laughing! We maylook weak and have no strength against you, but it doesn't mean were about to give up! I will not give up! Not on Zidane, Zidane means too much to me to just give up on him!"

Squall got up, rattled. "I thought you were still badly injured!" Squall screeched, punching Bartz in outrage, making him cry out in pain.

"You seem so hung over my slave, while he is hung over you." Kuja stated, pointing over at Squall to Bartz. "That little speech you made just now didn't sound like you were showing affection toward just Ba-"

"This is getting old. You talk too much." Squall raised his sword for the second time, swinging it and trying to hit Kuja like his attack before, though now more ruthless and fierce than before.

Kuja dodged gracefully. "You're attacking more carelessly now. You don't want me to hit you were it hurts do you? You have too much honor for that, right? Am I going to hurt the lion's pride?" he says in a sweet tone, winking playfully at Squall.

Squall winced, annoyed, and he spun his sword at the man, attacking with the fated circle then charging with the Rough drive but his attacks were being avoided. Bartz grabbed Squall's arm, pulling him back and stopping his next attack just barely in time. He began coughing as he fell to the floor gasping for air. "Calm down Squall…don't let him…get to you…"

"How can it not when it's all true! Don't you see? How blind you are is truly, well, tragic. It's sad...oh how sad it truly is." Kuja said, acting like it saddened him, yet he let out a small giggle.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Bartz asked hoarsely, his throat burning in pain. Driven with confusion and curiosity he stared at Kuja both expecting and hoping for an answer. Squall grabbed Bartz' arm. "What are you doing? Don't you see he's trying to mess with your-"

"Mind? Really, am I? You're going to deny my words Squall? I'm lying, am I? Of course, then if my words are lies why do you try so hard to refrain me for saying them so?" Squall growled a bit under his breath.

"Hit a nail on the head, have I?" He smiled joyfully. "The words young Leon spoke earlier; all his determination was for you Bartz…He seems to grow tired of all your teasing and being just your boy toy."

Squall released Bartz and began approaching Kuja, hungering to make Kuja's head drop from his shoulder's - anything as long as he would stop talking. His eyes burned into Kuja's.

"He just wants you to see him as a lover, dear Bartz. He loves you, you see. Oh, how he hates it that you won't shut up about Zidane. How you talk about him, how you just wan-..." Kuja fell hard as he was rammed into by the raging brunette gunman, hitting his head on the wall. He groaned as he stood back up, but laughed. "Ouch…" he rubbed his cheek, grinning.

Bartz looked at Squall, confused. He didn't understand why Squall acted so brutally. "S-Squall?" he asked softly, confused yet hesitating in a way to not make Squall any angrier. The gunman dropped to his knees, his hair covering half his face. He felt embarrassed, humiliated, exposed, pathetic...and most of all, weak.

Kuja glided closely to Squall with a wide, evil smirk.

Bartz made himself move finally, but when he did so was thrown across to the far wall by Kuja, hitting it with a loud thwack. Bartz' vision was blurred and fogged, his head spinning. He tried to squint to look and communicate to Squall, but he could do nothing.

Kuja whispered in Squall's ear, "Did you think I'd say that and lose you? Bartz didn't hear a single word. I'm saying that if you join me, I will get Bartz to forget about Zidane. And you can have Bartz all to yourself." He cooed.

Squall opened his eyes, looking over his shoulder at Kuja. Squall couldn't help but get Goosebumps from the eerie glow that lingered over him, shadowing him.

"Just join me for a bit and I will return the favour... I win, you win. We all win." He chimes happily though nothing looked innocent from the smile he had across his face. He stood and walked over to Bartz, Squall glancing at his love for a moment before he crouches down to Bartz' level.

Bartz tried to focus. "S-Squall?"

Squall caressed Bartz' cheek tenderly. "I'm sorry." He reached in his pocket, taking out a restorative potion and dropping it onto his lap. He stood then, turning and running off into the darkness, following after Kuja.

Bartz struggled for the third time to try and stand, but fell back on to the ground panting. His gasps coming harshly even as more blood trickles from his stomach and he leans against the wall.

Squall? What's going on? Why? What are you doing? What are you thinking? What did that freak do to you!?

A/N: I'm sorry! I'm super sorry I took forever in writing this; I decided to start writing more starting now. Cause it's unfair having you guys wait for me and girls of course ^^ but anyways I'm sorry 'bout the wait. Hmmm, didn't expect this to happen huh? Also, thanking my awesome beta (Miss Nightbelle) who always helps me and makes this fanfic readable. Thank you!

From Miss Nightbelle: Any lateness in the update of this fic is mainly MY fault. I apologize profusely for my forgetfulness. This is quite a handful to beta for, but I try my best! XD Hope you enjoyed Kurayami's story!