“Rally ho,” he muttered. The dwarf smiled, and moved so Zidane could walk in the village.
Kuja made to follow him, but was stopped. “Rally ho,” the dwarf shouted to Kuja.
Kuja blinked in confusion, and looked at Zidane. Zidane hid a smirk, “he want’s you to say it back.”
“Oh,” Kuja tightened his grip on his ripped Sarong, “rally ho,” he said, feeling silly.
The dwarf grinned, hobbling away.
Kuja followed Zidane through the village, stopping at a clothing shop. “How can I help ya,” a young girl dwarf asked? At least it looked like a girl. You really couldn’t be sure sometimes.
Zidane blushed, looking at Kuja, “we have a clothes crisis.”
Kuja blushed when the girl eyed him, “oh! Well you came to the right place. We’ve got a lot to choose from.”
The next half hour was spent trying on clothes. “How’s this,” Kuja came out wearing a silver shirt, that showed off his belly button, and tight black pants, and no surprise a silver sarong over them?
“Oh,” Zidane had to force his eyes off Kuja’s midriff, “that looks good.”
Kuja sighed in relief, “good, because I’m getting tired of trying on clothes.”
Zidane and Kuja made there way to check out. When they are told the total, Kuja blushed, “oh...” he glanced at Zidane, “I don’t have any money.”
Zidane grinned, “don’t worry about it,” He reached in his pocket and took some gil out, “I’ll get it.”
Kuja blinked in surprise, “really?”
“Sure,” he handed the gil over, and the two walked to the inn.
“Now I feel bad.” Kuja muttered.
“Don’t feel bad,” Zidane grinned, “I don’t mind paying.” Kuja smiled and nodded his head, as they walked into the inn.
“We need two rooms,” Zidane smiled at the dwarf working at the inn.
The dwarf nodded his head, checking his records, “ah, I’m sorry sir, but it seems, we only have one room available.”
Zidane paled, “o...one.” He looked at Kuja, who was slightly blushing, “that okay,” he asked?
“S...sure.”
“We’ll take it,” Zidane told the dwarf.
“Okay,” the dwarf said, sliding a piece of paper over, “100 gil, and please sign here.”
Handing over 100 gil, Zidane took a pen off the counter and signed his name.
Kuja and Zidane walked into their room, not noticing that it only had one bed. “wow,” Zidane said, “this room is nice.”
Kuja nodded, “yeah,” he was used to the best, but this quiet cozy room was sort of a welcome. Kuja’s eyes passed over the room, widening when they caught sight of the bed. The ONE bed.
Zidane followed Kuja’s gaze and he started to madly blush. “Eh, one bed.”
“Um, so it seems,” Kuja looked down, “I can sleep on the floor.”
“What!” Zidane shook his head no, “nah uh, not after all you’ve been through. You’re getting the bed, and that’s final. I’ll take the floor.”
Kuja jumped when Zidane yelled, surprised, “thanks! But I don’t want you to have to sleep on the floor. The hard floor.” He tapped his foot on the ground, “it’s really hard. We can share the bed.”
All color drained from Zidane’s face, “share,” he whispered. Great...great...great. I’m having all these weird thought and feelings, and now he wants to share a bed. Oh! I’m blushing. Stop blushing. Note to self: Don’t blush.
“Sure,” Kuja smiled. Kuja went and set on the bed. Zidane gulped and went and set next to him. “Okay,” he tried to smile, but ended up biting his lip. Kuja shook his head. There he goes, doing that lip biting thing. It’s so cute! Why do I think that? I shouldn’t think something like that about him. He is after all sort of like my brother. But I do. It’s not just the lip biting thing I find cute, it’s him. All of him. Gosh, I’ve always favored men over women, but never would I of thought I’d fall for one that use to be my enemy and sort of brother.
“Hey, Kuja. You okay?” Zidane gave the former mage a worried look.
Jumping, Kuja came out of his thoughts, “yeah, just thinking.”
“Oh. Anything you want to talk about?”
Ha, like I could tell you what I’m thinking. It’d probably scare you, so much that you would run all the way to Alexandria. “Oh I’m thinking I’m attracted to you.”
“Ahhhhhh” Zidane runs away, flailing his arms.
Yeah, that would go over well.
“Oh, just thinking about the stuff...,” tears formed in Kuja’s eyes, “I did, before.”
Zidane blinked in surprise, “hey Kuja, don’t cry. It wasn’t your fault.”
Not thinking, Zidane leaned over, pulling Kuja into his arms. “Not your fault.” He said, rubbing Kuja’s hair.
Kuja stiffened, but soon relaxed, putting his arms around Zidane. “Thanks,” he cried. The tears were now flowing harder. “I know that, but I still did it.”
“Shh,” Zidane, wiped his thumb over the tears drying them, “nobody will blame you, when they find out the control Garland had over you.”
“Garnet?”
“She won’t blame you. She told me herself. That if you were really changed she’d except you. She said that to me, really she did.”
Kuja smiled, feeling better, “she did?”
“Yes, and she’s a queen. Everyone will follow her.”
“So I won’t be shunned?”
“Of course not.”
Kuja smiled, “oh what a relief.”
Zidane pulled away from Kuja, blushing. He was surprised that Kuja was blushing as well. “Um, maybe we should...well it’s late...so I mean we should go to bed.”
Kuja turned a darker shade of red, and nodded. “Right.”
Trying to keep their thoughts off the other, both boys striped to their underwear. Zidane, gulped climbing under the covers.
The bed was so small, that their bodies had to touch. He’s almost completely naked, he’s only in a thong.
I can feel his bare skin next to mine...Kuja glanced over at Zidane. The younger boy was staring at the ceiling, and unreadable look on his face. Seeming to feel Kuja’s gaze, Zidane looked over at him.
Both blushed. Zidane smiled, yawning. “Can’t sleep,” he whispered?
“Not really.” He shifted, and blushed, when his leg rubbed Zidane’s.
“Oh, me either.” Zidane smiled, “the bed’s small.”
“Well...um...if ya ...want, we,” Kuja bit his lip, “can spoon.”
Zidane went blood red, “spoon!”
“Yeah,” Kuja nodded, “sometimes it helps me sleep if I hug a pillow. I expect it’d work even better if it’s another person.”
“Oh,” Zidane moved closer to Kuja, “if it helps ya ...I...I don’t mind.”
Kuja was surprised, “really? You don’t mind?”
“Nah,” Zidane turned his body, so his back was resting next to Kuja’s stomach. Kuja grinned, putting his arms around Zidane’s smaller body.
During the night, Zidane shifted and turned around, putting his arms around Kuja’s body. He sighed, snuggling his head against Kuja’s chest.
Kuja was the first to wake the next morning. When he saw the position he and Zidane were in, he blushed a deep crimson. Zidane sleepily opened his eyes, feeling Kuja move.
“Morning,” he yawned, blushing, when he noticed they were face to face. He pulled his arms off Kuja, “sorry, I must of moved in my sleep...well duh, I did move in my sleep.”
Kuja laughed, “I don’t mind. I sleep the best I’ve ever sleep in my life.”
“Me to,” Zidane grinned, “so I make a good pillow?”
“Yeh, pillow boy.” Kuja smiled, nudging Zidane.
“Well,” Zidane set up, “you made pretty good pillow too.”
Kuja set up, “really,” he smirked, “I did?”
“Yep, you did. Pillow man.” Zidane smirked back.
“Man! Well,” Kuja huffed, “I’m not that old.”
“Oh, sorry did I hurt your feelings,” Zidane giggled?
Kuja started to laugh, “not really. I am old.”
“No your not. Well, how old are you anyway?”
“Oh...um eighteen,” Kuja replied. (A/N in the game, I think he’s older, but oh well.)
“Hmm. I’m sixteen.” Zidane stretched, making his muscles ripple.
Kuja caught himself looking and started to blush. Zidane saw this and raised his eyebrow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh oh, nothing.” Kuja lied.
“Come on, tell me.”
“If I tell you, you’d probably run screaming.”v “Huh, me run screaming? Nah. I won’t. Tell me.”v “Well it’s just...Oh I can’t.” Kuja covered his face in embarrassment.
Zidane was feeling worried, “hey,” he touched Kuja shoulder, “just tell me.”
Heart beating Kuja gulped, “I uh like ya.”
“Huh, I like you too.”
“No, you misunderstood. I really like ya. Maybe some things wrong with me, but I’ve always preferred men, over women.”
Zidane’s eyes got so big, they almost bugged out, “whaa,” he blushed.
“Don’t hate me, okay.” Kuja looked like he wanted to cry. “I couldn’t stand it if you hated me.”
“Hate you?”
“Cause I told you. And you don’t like me back.”
Kuja was looking down, biting his lip, so he didn’t see the strange happy look overcome Zidane’s face. “Kuja,” Zidane whispered.
“Hmm,” Kuja muttered?
“I don’t hate ya.”
Kuja looked up, his eyes shining, “really?”
Zidane smiled, “really.”
Kuja let out the breath he had been holding, “i...I’m glad. So we can just go back and pretend I never said anything?”
Zidane shook his head, “no! We can’t do that.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Well,” Zidane hesitated for a second, then leaned forward and kissed Kuja on the lips. “I like ya to. Really like.”
Kuja touched his tingling lips, blushing, “really?”
“Really, truly.”
Smiling, Kuja fell into Zidane’s arms. Zidane smiled, hugging the former mage, close to his chest, shivering from the feeling of bare skin touching bare skin.