Ketsueki

Zidane waled through the forest, smelling something that disgusted him. "Why the heck would some kid's lost wallet be lost here?"  He thought to himself. He tripped over a rock, and landed on somebody's legs. Zidane quickly got up, and saw that the legs belonged to Kuja, but, he wasn't moving, he was badly hurt. Blood stained his clothes, forehead, and it was on the side of his mouth. Zidane moved hish and towards the injured white-haired genome to see if he was alright, but moved it away as he noticed that Kuja was waking up. He opened his eyes slowly, but closed them again as he spat up blood. "I... just can't leave Kuja." Zidane thought to himself again. Zidane managed to pick up the weaker person, and he carried him back to the nearest town.
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     Kuja woke up, feeling tired; hungry, and sore. He noticed that he was wearing only black pants, and his chest and head were wrapped in bandages. A blanket was pulled up to his waist, and a cold towel was placed on his left shoulder. Kuja saw that Zidane was asleep, sitting in a chair next to his bed. He started to wake up, and Kuja pretended he was still asleep.
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