[My baby wrote this for me last night =) I'm not sure it'll still be used after next rp so i'm posting it now]

Vere flinched as the lock quietly clicked open, revealing Kuja’s room to him. The mage slept soundly in the bed and Vere intended not to wake him from his slumber, knowing he had a lot to do in the coming days. He stood over Kuja, watching the beautiful creature sleep and getting lost in his form. Vere stared, bewildered for quite some time.

How could such a beautiful creature be so dark inside, he wondered? Then he remembered something Kuja had said to him. The other had implied that he knew how Vere felt and Vered wondered whether his actions were the first steps towards becoming like Kuja.

Was this how the other had begun? He knew Kuja hated being picked on, and it led him to seek power so that it wouldn’t happen any longer.

Vere looked into the bed, into a reflection of what he might one day be…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVqFPDVcE7k [Learning to Fly - Please Save My Earth AMV]

Love and other moments are just
chemical reactions in your brain
And feelings of aggression are the
absence of the love drug in your veins

Love come quickly
'Cause I feel my self-esteem is caving in
It's on the brink

Love come quickly
'Cause I don't think I can keep this monster in
It's in my skin

Love and other socially acceptable
emotions are morphine
Cleverly concealing primal urges
often felt but rarely seen

Love I beg you
Lift me up into that privileged point of view
The world of two

Love don't leave me
'Cause I console myself that Hallmark cards are true
I really do

I'm gunning down romance
It never did a thing for me
But heartache and misery
It ain't nothing but a tragedy

Take these broken wings
I'm going to take these broken wings
And learn to fly
And learn to fly away

I'm gunning down romance

Damien: (1-1-10)
He closed his eyes tightly as Vere snuck away, pretending to be asleep. After the other had left the room, he remained there on the floor for a few moments in case he came back. Listening in the silence, he heard the door close across the hall and smirked before sitting up and moving to the chair where he fell back into it. The rain had made him tired, but for some reason he hadn't slept at all. Too many things happening, he supposed. His eyes wandered to the door connecting to the room where his mother slept, watching it silently for what felt like forever. At least there was peace somewhere in this house. "Sleep well, mother," he remarked quietly, leaning forward to pour a glass of brandy.

Siren:
Siren slipped from the window seat quietly, stepping lightly as he made his way towards the other chair opposite of Damien he sat, "Well well, Dear Damien's mother has returned to him, almost like a special dream, wouldn't you say" he smiled and picked up the other glass peering through the clear bottom he wrinkled his nose in disgust, and for some reason when he thought of vere, his head ached like he'd been hit with a rock in the face , running his hand over the clear cup he remolded the glass to a new form "thats better" he took the bottle and poured himself a glass " Well is it everything you'd hoped for?" he asked smiling and raising his eyebrows to add emphasis to his words before snorting and tipping the glass against his lips

( Siren, Damien, Vere, Kuja )

Vere:
Vere had snuck out from Damien’s room the next morning, making his way down to the kitchen and then to Kuja’s room. He had made the other a cup of tea, something the other wouldn’t of had for a long time, and Vere would be pleased if he could re-introduce such a marvel to Kuja’s life. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door to the horrific scene, Kuja, lying in a pool of blood with two skeletal wings sticking from his back. With the window wide open and the rain having covered him, Kuja was almost blue and Vere rushed forward, dropping the tea. Though his heart felt like exploding for what he’d done to Kuja, he didn’t have time for that, running over to Kuja and hugging him with their heads pushed together. Vere’s tears began to run again and he kissed Kuja over the head, face and lips before lifting the broken, bloodied mage up onto the bed and drying him with a sheet before he threw the sheet aside and covered him with the large blanket. Kuja was left lying on his side in the bed, his wings sticking over the bedside awkwardly as Vere ran to get some equipment. Returning with bandages and sewing equipment, Vere got to work, suturing up the wounds around where the wings had come out as he laid a couple of hot water bottles on Kuja’s stomach and feet. He sat on the bed, next to Kuja now, the other’s hand is his own with their lips pressed together. “I guess being a fallen angel would explain why you’re so jaded” he said, half to himself. He held Kuja’s hands to his lips and kissed it repeatedly, as if it would wake the other up. “If you can hear me, Kuja, you know you can’t die yet. You haven’t been to see Desora and I haven’t given you back your powers. You can’t possibly die without getting revenge on me” Vere said jokingly before leaning forward and crying into Kuja’s hand, leaning forward to lie next to him, his head nuzzled into Kuja’s shoulder to try and give the other warmth, and to help Vere’s sorrow. He kissed Kuja’s chest gently and hoped Kuja would soon awaken.

( Vere & Kuja )

Vere:
The door to Kuja was locked now and Vere stood by the door to the room he and Damien would have to share. “I can go to another room, if you don’t want me around” he said, noticing that Damien may very well be jealous about everything. “I’m so sorry for all of this Damien. Sorry that I got back my memories, but don’t misunderstand” he pleaded, “I’m still glad to have known you so well” he said with a smile. “It’s just, I can’t help how I feel at the moment, and my judgement is so clouded by liking the two of you.” Vere hated the way he sounded, so whiny, so pathetic, “that’s why I get violent” he said, explaining a lot. “It’s the only thing I know how to do, the only way I know how to act properly, so when I get confused about what to do, it just kind of explodes out of me, all the anger and confusion and hatred for what he did.” Vere began to wander off down the hall to leave Damien to his own room. “Come and get me in the morning if you need anything” he added in what was trying to be a happier tone.

Damien:
It could be worse. He had assumed that once Vere had his memories returned his hatred would consume the love he once held. Damien was glad he was wrong about that one. Even if it meant he had to share a place in the others heart. He reached out and grabbed hold of Vere's hand, pulling him back and not letting him leave. "I already told you that you can't help who you love," he said quietly before glancing into Vere's room. "Don't leave, Vere. I want you to stay with me." he added, tugging gently on his wrist before letting go and making his way into the room, "After all, this is your room. If anyone should go find another, it should be me." He placed his empty glass down on the table and turned back towards the doorway where he hoped Vere would be standing. "Wanna see a magic trick?" he asked playfully, letting his hands hover over the table.

( Damien & Vere )

Kuja:
Kuja hurried through the hallways, raising his arms so his shirt slipped back down, and he was thankful Damien had given him back his pants, pushing bitter thoughts aside. Damien had let him go, he looked so sorry and guilty, it somewhat annoyed him for why should the other feel so bad after everything Kuja had done to him? His frown never left as he hurried along, racing down the stairs, so eager for the feeling of the wind against his face, through his hair, every chilling fibre as he’d gallop, bareback if need be, as fast as possible, his freedom. But at the end of the stairs and halfway across the foyer he stopped, breathing heavily as Vere stood in the way, at the doors. He refused for the other to be any kind of hindrance any longer. “Get out of my way!” He shouted.

Vere:
“Or what?” he barked back like a soldier. While he had delivered this line angrily, Vere was dying on the inside. “You have nowhere to go, nobody else to go to, all you can do is run pointlessly, so why not just return to one of the rooms?” Vere blocked the door half heartedly as Kuja neared him. “I don’t have to do anything you say right now, Kuja, and you have to do everything I say. So maybe you should change your tone or maybe ask a little nicer? A little grovelling never hurt anyone did it?” he sneered.

( Damien, Vere, Kuja )

Damien:
It was kinda funny how things turned out. Both his parents so close to each other, and yet so distant. He wished Desora would go ahead and wake up and run into the room to find Kuja. But, with how exhausted she was, he assumed it could be days. His feelings hadn't changed since Vere had made his confession, but he had to admit he felt somewhat happy. Warm? satisfied? Just being near Kuja and Desora at the same time, with peace, at least while they were asleep. It seemed Drucilla had slipped an ashtrey in their room, which he was currently using. She must've found the surprises in her vases. He would have to try and remember to point out that one of those was Vere's fault. Maybe that would get some of the blame off himself. He dropped his cigarette into it and slid over to the bed before carefully climbing into it and placing his face close to Kujas. "Are you awake, father?" he whispered before falling quiet and waiting for a response.

Kuja:
In Damien’s arms, what he registered of the others words he didn’t believe in them, but he believed in the boy’s sincerity and care as he was held so tenderly and eventually, at some point, his eyes and heart so tired, he fell asleep. He slept deeply, exhausted, and with little desire to ever come to again. But eventually he became conscience, things were comfortable and warm, and there wasn’t that damp dank cold stone wall scent and at the soft sound of Damien’s voice he slowly opened his eyes. For just one moment he thought everything was normal, he thought he was back at home with Damien bugging him for whatever reason, but just seeing a glimpse of the unfamiliar quilts was enough to take that delusion away. He moved away from Damien’s concerned stare and sat up against the pillows and headboard, looking around to establish that it was just another bedroom at Drucilla’s. He wanted to ask how Desora was, what was happening, why wasn’t Damien with her now? But he just sat and slid back down a little bit under the cover, not wanting to say anything.

( Damien & Kuja )

I felt inspired. This is still in no way Kuja's official childhood! I just like writing possabilitles. This version is somewhat based off my own childhood.

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Vere:
He had spent hours in the hall weeping and raging and fighting his inner turmoil. Had he done the right thing? Or at least, an acceptable thing, or was he damned for his betrayal? Vere opened the secret passage and beckoned Kuja to come to him. “Come and have a bath and get cleaned up. I’ve made some food for you too” he added, as quiet as a mouse, staring at the floor. “Please” he said as if he owed Kuja every appeasement and formality. As if to make sure he came, Vere added, “I’ve got some brandy with the food too, if you’d like.”

Kuja:
Kuja cleaned himself with the towel, though he desperately longed for a bath as he put himself back in his torn shirt and black pants before going back under the covers of the bed. He had fallen asleep again and wondered if he was dreaming with Vere’s soft voice. A bath sounded amazing, but even more so, being able to leave the room. He was already standing at the door, ready to be let out and follow the other, or to trick or be tricked.

( Damien, Vere, Kuja )