On Wednesdays we wear pink

[darkenedmoon]

Who: Yotsuyu and Kuja
Where: The city.
When: October 16th
What: Kuja and Yotsuyu are having a "girls' night out." Potential significant others need not apply!
Warnings: Probably none, save for those that come naturally with this catty pair...



Patience was a virtue that Yotsuyu had a tumultuous relationship with--as if most of her relationships with anything and anyone weren't particularly tumultuous. But she'd done what she did best, and plot to get a certain someone out of his afternoon classes.

"Come with me, Kuja, darling. I owe you a thank you anyway, and a late lunch awaits at the Potbellied Emperor." Yotsuyu chuckled at that, unable to not look somewhat smug.

"And as the weather's changing, I thought perhaps we could at least window shop in town. I imagine my kimono won't be holding up to the chill much longer." And that goes without saying with his outfits--though if nothing else, he might just need a grand robe to snuggle up in...

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[treno_nobleman]

"Of course not." He nodded his agreement. Noctis wasn't a threat to him, though few people in this world were. What more could they do other than harass him on the walkways and try to best his own grades in class? There were few areas in which Kuja slacked.

But even now, his past continued to haunt him. Who he was, what he had once been, what he could never escape. There would be a day in the future when he would have to face it all, but today wasn't that day. Not in full, at least - he felt strangely in a giving mood, and she had been kind enough to let him out of his class for the day to accompany her to dinner.

"They might have hated me, if they knew what I have done, and what I could still do if this place hadn't taken my powers from me. I try to warn them away, but it isn't in their nature to listen to that, so they'll try anyway. Moths drawn to flame is what how I see it." He tilted his head upward, voice quieting. "And yet..."

Really, it was a stupid thought, a whim of fancy. "I tolerate him. He puts up with me quite well."

[darkenedmoon]

"I imagine there are a number of us whom he puts up with, well enough." Noctis certainly hadn't given her offense in the time she'd known him.

She glanced at Kuja briefly, lips thinning. A humorless chuckle escaped her. "Oh, if they knew of my past, I am certain I would be hated. Eleven did not, but..."

He'd pitied her. Yotsuyu had thought that such a thing would enrage her, but coming from such a gentle heart as the boy's? She had taken no offense there, either. There was no malice in it--her story had pained him. Though why he felt she'd deserved better...she still wondered, truly.

"Moths to a flame. Yes. And yet. I wonder why they bother? Are they truly so in love with danger? Though by all means, you are likely more dangerous than I." She'd learned a great deal here, but Yotsuyu had not had the talent to manipulate aether back on Hydaelyn. It meant she'd missed a great deal of study and practice, if nothing else, that Kuja had accumulated on his own and by his own merits.

[treno_nobleman]

He considered this, though the thought needed not much consideration at all. Noctis was one of Them, wisely chosen by Materia to fight in her little army. He had no scorn for them, not all of them, but they were of a certain nature. They accepted more, fought with different ideals and, damnably, always seemed to emerge victorious.

Somehow, though he had been beginning to understand before the academy took him away. Not that he would admit to it.

"Strange, don't you think, that some of them know of our pasts, and yet they are willing to accept anyway, when we ought to be hated and met with sword wherever we go until the end of our days?" He met her chuckle with a wondering smile. "Perhaps it is the thrill. I never bothered to ask why they do it. Lack of time and odd circumstance always seemed to brush the opportunities aside like so much refuse. Maybe we should ask. One of life's great mysteries, as they say."