The Assassin & Kuja

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Author's Note: Hi! I'm back from my long period of brief unrest with more tales of Kuja. Please do enjoy, or I'll murder you all. J/k.  Please review, even if it is just flames. Not too harsh, please. I am sensitive, ya know. Anyways, on with the story!

Chapter 1-The beginning

Somewhere in Gaia

1:31 A.M. Gaian Standard

Normal (Third person) P.O.V:

          There was a slight gleam of metal in the shadows of a Lindblum ally that night. However, no one failed to notice as they retired to their happy homes, satisfied with the work they contributed to the rebuilding of the Theater District. There, in the shadows, lurked one of the greatest assassins of all time. No one truly knew her real name, but her codename was Raamalooke. It meant Winged Dragon and it suited her well. Too well. She attacked her targets with unbelievable force and speed, that her targets barely had time to defend themselves.

          She was rich also, for various secret guilds hired her to take out whomever they wished in Gaia. The guilds were wise in not holding the assassin in one spot. The woman didn't care for all the 'fraction fighting' that went on. She had her own moral code. For those who saw Raamalooke during the day, she looked just like any old Genome except that she kept herself hidden and out of the way. After all, she was the most wanted criminal in Gaia. During the night, was her time. She held and hid nothing back during her 'job'. So she stood there, watching and waiting for something. A short man walked in front of the opening of the ally and stopped, apparently looking for someone. From the shadows Raamalooke emerged, with one of her long tipped scimitars in hand.

          "I-I bring news," The man stammered. Raamalooke laughed lightly.

          "Good or bad things? Or maybe, perhaps, another target for me to exterminate?" She asked. The man nodded frantically. The scimitars were making him nervous.

          "The boss has a perfect job for you. It is your job to assassinate King Zidane's brother, Kuja Tribal," The man answered. Raamalooke sheathed her scimitar thoughtfully.

          "Why him? What did he do to Giovanni?" The man shrugged.

          "I don't know. But the boss had this really angry look on his face." This was a big job. And she really loved these kind of jobs. However, it wasn't as easy as people thought. Kuja was still a sorcerer, and he had the protection of his brother's family.

          "Hmm…Kuja won't know what will hit him tomorrow night. And the extent of Zidane's family shall feel it as well," She hissed. The man whispered and walked away as Raamalooke sat down to prepare for the trip to Alexandria.

Mitheithel's Point of View:

          I watched the assassin with pure distaste. Raamalooke was going to assassinate Kuja, my old friend. I couldn't let that happen. I stepped away from the edge of the rooftop that I was on and wrapped my cloak about me. It'd take time to get to Alexandria by way of a dragon. Raamalooke wouldn't walk there, either. Oh no…she'd take the Airship. I clicked my tongue lightly and hopped into the air. A light flap of dragon wings made me look up. A claw grabbed me, making it easier to climb up on my dragon's foot.