Yuffie stood in front of the players with her hands firmly on her hips. “Alright girls and guys, enough with the chit chat. Let's get things going in here. I want a firecracker for our next player, we got any firecrackers in here?” No one answered. “Seriously, none of you, not even one?” Yuffie sighed. “Well fine then, I guess I'll just pick you to play.” She pointed in your direction and doubled over, filled with disappointment.
“Don't be so sad Yuffie, there may be some hidden firecrackers in this room yet. You'll just have to wait and see.” You gave her a reassuring pat on the back and quickly chose your item. It was a small, but extremely intricate hand mirror. It was more gaudy than it was pretty, and quite honestly, you had no idea who this might belong to.
“Quite beautiful, is it not? Such things have no real purpose, yet I find their beauty, undeniable.” A soft chuckle escaped Kuja's lips. “Now then, let us proceed.” After lacing his thin fingers with yours, Kuja gracefully began making his way to the closet. The very sight of the closet caused him to sigh. “What a dreadfully unappealing place. Surely we could have found a more suitable place to host a pass time such as this.” He slowly shook his head as he helped you onto the floor. “Such is fate.”
The way he spoke was strange and a bit confusing, still, you tried to ignore that and have a good time. Unfortunately, you couldn't think of a single thing to say to him. “Umm, here's your mirror.”
“My now, you seem so very lost. Surely I'm not that unapproachable.” Despite his seemingly kind words, Kuja smirked. It was almost like he liked the idea of being unapproachable, as if that made him better, or more important than you.
“No, I can assure you that's not it. You're really not very hard to talk to at all.” Your answer caused the smirk to disappear from his face. “I'm just not sure what I should be saying to someone I’ve never met before. Obviously it would be more than a little bit weird to start snuggling and kissing on you like the game mandates. But since I was expecting to do that, I didn't have any prefabricated conversations ready. So I guess we can just do whatever you want.”
Kuja took what you said in a completely different way than what you actually meant. His smirk slowly reappeared as he inched closer to you. “You're sending mixed signals, but I'm sure you already know that.”
More confused than ever, you really did try to figure out what he was talking about. “Actually I didn't. To be honest, I have no idea what you're even talking about.”
He laughed. “Your petty mind games won't work with me, I can see right through your cunning little tricks.” Kuja placed his pale hand on your cheek and leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath on your neck. “Howbeit, your attempt was admirable.”
“Well okay then.” At this point you'd given up. You were completely convinced that everything he'd done he'd done just to confuse you. You saw no point in fighting him anymore. He was going to believe what he wanted, whether it was true or not. “So, since you saw through my tricks, exactly what is it you plan on doing?”
“Not a thing. It would be wrong to reward wrong doers for their wrong doings, would it not?” He dropped his hand away from your cheek and leaned back.
“So pretty much, this entire turn was a waste of everyone’s time? I'm sorry, but that is not okay with me.” Once again you closed the distance between the two of you and roughly grabbed his face in your hands. “Something's going to happen. We didn't even have a real conversation, so this is going to have to do. But I'm telling you now, you owe me for messing up my turn like this.” Before your mind had a chance to think things through, you'd already pulled Kuja to and had pressed your lips against his. Kuja didn't fight you, but he certainly wasn't kissing you back either. He was simply complacent. Your brain had finally caught up to your body, leaving you feeling sheepish and embarrassed. “That didn't work out as planned.”
“Oh? Well now, that is rather unfortunate, isn't it?” Kuja abruptly stood to his feet and offered you his hand. “I do believe we've been forgotten in here, as it has been far more than seven minutes since we first entered this dreadful place. If I remember correctly, you didn't want to waste anyone’s time. So, if you would like, we could continue our conversation elsewhere, somewhere a bit more, lavish perhaps?”
As confusing and annoying as he'd been, you couldn't stifle your desire to go with him. Unsure why you felt this way, you slowly accepted his outstretched hand and nodded. “I suppose.”
Kuja grinned slightly. “How very wonderful. I was hoping you'd see it that way.”