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saharasnowTitle: Walk with Me Again
Chapter: 6 - Dawn and Night
Series: Final Fantasy X/X-2
Characters: Lulu, Yuna, Auron, Tidus, Jecht's wife
Rating: G
Warning: major spoiler for Auron's identity
Author's notes: The timeline might be a bit confusing here, please keep in mind that the time when the events happened are two different timeline.
She came with the moon.
The moonlight on the beach on that night had never been more gentle. It seemed to be acting as a guide to a young water nymph that had descended on this remote island with her protector. Breeze ruffled through the trees near the shore, water droplets from the waves that had crashed onto the dock scattered perfectly around the two silhouettes, forming a symphony that sounded as if Besaid was spreading her arms welcoming them.
The sound of lifting the heavy canvas of her hut snapped Lulu out of her thoughts, as a stream of morning light shone in, reminding her of the time. She looked back at her visitor, some morning dust kicked up by her entrance, forming a misty feel around the young girl.
Lulu smiled, “Morning.”
Brimming under the soft light, Yuna walked towards Lulu and gave her a hug. Lulu looked down on her, fingers brushing through her thick brown hair, she bent her arm a bit, suddenly realizing the height between them. She pulled away gently, eyes glancing down Yuna's little figure slowly. She gave a light tug on her skirt which used to end its length at her knee.
“You've grown taller, Yuna.”
Years had passed since her first arrival at the island. Lulu remembered that night very well. The girl who was barely tall enough to hold onto the waist of the Ronso who had escorted her here, now stepping into another phase of her life, approaching her first stage of physical maturing. Time had flew by so fast.
Yuna no longer cried at night for the loss of her father, or needing Kimahri to hold her hands or Lulu to sing to her when she sleeps. Lulu looked at her, thinking how proud Lord Braska would be of his daughter, because of how strong she was.
“Lulu, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.”
Lulu looked at her in her eyes, jade green and ocean blue, illuminating with a certain determination that seemed to make them glowed brighter than normal. She had seen those eyes before when she requested for her to start studying and learning white magic. She remembered asking her for the reasons, and she told Lulu that because she wanted to learn to heal.
Knowing Yuna, she could not stop her whenever she showed this determination in her eyes and tone of voice. Instinct told Lulu that somehow she was not going to like what she was about to hear from her this time.
“I'm going to train to become a Summoner.”
Lulu felt her heart sink.
She should have seen this coming, from the day she decided to take up white magic and temple studies. Deep in her heart she hoped that she would not followed her father's footsteps, for she didn't want to lose Yuna, whom she had acknowledged as her sister now. Yet she knew that nothing would change her mind now. Yuna's stubbornness was something that Lulu found herself having a love-hate relationship with. For she was not one who would be easily swayed.
Silence fell between them. The air seemed to have stood still, chirping of birds sneaked through the small openings of the heavy canvas separating their space from the outside world, echoing throughout Lulu's hut. She kept replaying the words that had came out of the twelve years old in her head. Words said could not be taken back, like how time would still continued to flow ruthlessly waiting for no one, the world would still moved on despite all the losses and tragedies that happened every minute.
Every moment passed, Lulu felt as if she was imagining seeing Braska's face on Yuna. And then she gave in.
“Very well then.”
~ * ~
He thought he had tasted and fully understood the feeling of despair when he witnessed Braska's death and the loss of Jecht to Sin.
Then when he came to her door and broking the news to her, the changes of expressions on her face hit him hard. He had witnessed countless mournings, women crying and sobbing over the loss of their loved ones.
But this woman, this tiny woman in front him, her beautiful features twisted when she heard him broke the news of her husband never returning. She breathed in hard, her limbs weakened and collapsed onto Auron. He fell back and they both landed on the floor, her eyes shut tightly, her mouth opened wide, screaming without a voice.
Auron could not looked at her. Her despair was so deep and overwhelming, he felt like she had died along with Jecht at that very moment. He felt so tired. He could not move. Not because she was holding onto him tightly, but at that time he was reminded again that he had lost everything. His friends, his promise, his eye, his life. Gone. All of them.
He tried to focus elsewhere, it was then he saw a boy behind the door.
Tidus stood with both his hands rounded into fists. For a young kid, Auron never knew they were capable of complicated expressions as well. He was unable to make out what he was feeling. Anger? Because of how Auron had thrown the young boy's only support into an endless despair by bringing the worst news she could possibly wanted to know? Or was it sadness that not only had his mother lost her husband, he had lost his father.
Auron was half expecting him to come over and perhaps hug his mother or pushed him away angrily for upsetting her so much. Instead, the young boy chose to turn his back on them and ran away.
He started to blank out upon seeing the boy ran away. His red robe scattered around him while the woman continued to cry on him, diving deeper and deeper into a sadness he could not reached.
Auron didn't know how much time had passed or when she had left. By the time he found himself sitting all alone in front of the opened door to the house of Jecht, his robe still scattered around him, he felt his hand grabbing onto the amulet hanging on his shoulder armor now on the floor.
His fingers moved around and felt the whole of it, tracing down every single shape of the beads that formed it and finally to the tassel that seemed to emit a gentle glow under the starry night sky of Zanarkand.
His conscious about his surrounding became more clear when he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked and saw a stretched shadow in front of him. He traced it back to the boy who had ran away before. Standing in front of the door, back facing the light that came from the house, his face hidden in the dark shadows.
“Mom's gone.”
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Next chapter: 7 - In Dreams
Chapter: 6 - Dawn and Night
Series: Final Fantasy X/X-2
Characters: Lulu, Yuna, Auron, Tidus, Jecht's wife
Rating: G
Warning: major spoiler for Auron's identity
Author's notes: The timeline might be a bit confusing here, please keep in mind that the time when the events happened are two different timeline.
She came with the moon.
The moonlight on the beach on that night had never been more gentle. It seemed to be acting as a guide to a young water nymph that had descended on this remote island with her protector. Breeze ruffled through the trees near the shore, water droplets from the waves that had crashed onto the dock scattered perfectly around the two silhouettes, forming a symphony that sounded as if Besaid was spreading her arms welcoming them.
The sound of lifting the heavy canvas of her hut snapped Lulu out of her thoughts, as a stream of morning light shone in, reminding her of the time. She looked back at her visitor, some morning dust kicked up by her entrance, forming a misty feel around the young girl.
Lulu smiled, “Morning.”
Brimming under the soft light, Yuna walked towards Lulu and gave her a hug. Lulu looked down on her, fingers brushing through her thick brown hair, she bent her arm a bit, suddenly realizing the height between them. She pulled away gently, eyes glancing down Yuna's little figure slowly. She gave a light tug on her skirt which used to end its length at her knee.
“You've grown taller, Yuna.”
Years had passed since her first arrival at the island. Lulu remembered that night very well. The girl who was barely tall enough to hold onto the waist of the Ronso who had escorted her here, now stepping into another phase of her life, approaching her first stage of physical maturing. Time had flew by so fast.
Yuna no longer cried at night for the loss of her father, or needing Kimahri to hold her hands or Lulu to sing to her when she sleeps. Lulu looked at her, thinking how proud Lord Braska would be of his daughter, because of how strong she was.
“Lulu, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.”
Lulu looked at her in her eyes, jade green and ocean blue, illuminating with a certain determination that seemed to make them glowed brighter than normal. She had seen those eyes before when she requested for her to start studying and learning white magic. She remembered asking her for the reasons, and she told Lulu that because she wanted to learn to heal.
Knowing Yuna, she could not stop her whenever she showed this determination in her eyes and tone of voice. Instinct told Lulu that somehow she was not going to like what she was about to hear from her this time.
“I'm going to train to become a Summoner.”
Lulu felt her heart sink.
She should have seen this coming, from the day she decided to take up white magic and temple studies. Deep in her heart she hoped that she would not followed her father's footsteps, for she didn't want to lose Yuna, whom she had acknowledged as her sister now. Yet she knew that nothing would change her mind now. Yuna's stubbornness was something that Lulu found herself having a love-hate relationship with. For she was not one who would be easily swayed.
Silence fell between them. The air seemed to have stood still, chirping of birds sneaked through the small openings of the heavy canvas separating their space from the outside world, echoing throughout Lulu's hut. She kept replaying the words that had came out of the twelve years old in her head. Words said could not be taken back, like how time would still continued to flow ruthlessly waiting for no one, the world would still moved on despite all the losses and tragedies that happened every minute.
Every moment passed, Lulu felt as if she was imagining seeing Braska's face on Yuna. And then she gave in.
“Very well then.”
~ * ~
He thought he had tasted and fully understood the feeling of despair when he witnessed Braska's death and the loss of Jecht to Sin.
Then when he came to her door and broking the news to her, the changes of expressions on her face hit him hard. He had witnessed countless mournings, women crying and sobbing over the loss of their loved ones.
But this woman, this tiny woman in front him, her beautiful features twisted when she heard him broke the news of her husband never returning. She breathed in hard, her limbs weakened and collapsed onto Auron. He fell back and they both landed on the floor, her eyes shut tightly, her mouth opened wide, screaming without a voice.
Auron could not looked at her. Her despair was so deep and overwhelming, he felt like she had died along with Jecht at that very moment. He felt so tired. He could not move. Not because she was holding onto him tightly, but at that time he was reminded again that he had lost everything. His friends, his promise, his eye, his life. Gone. All of them.
He tried to focus elsewhere, it was then he saw a boy behind the door.
Tidus stood with both his hands rounded into fists. For a young kid, Auron never knew they were capable of complicated expressions as well. He was unable to make out what he was feeling. Anger? Because of how Auron had thrown the young boy's only support into an endless despair by bringing the worst news she could possibly wanted to know? Or was it sadness that not only had his mother lost her husband, he had lost his father.
Auron was half expecting him to come over and perhaps hug his mother or pushed him away angrily for upsetting her so much. Instead, the young boy chose to turn his back on them and ran away.
He started to blank out upon seeing the boy ran away. His red robe scattered around him while the woman continued to cry on him, diving deeper and deeper into a sadness he could not reached.
Auron didn't know how much time had passed or when she had left. By the time he found himself sitting all alone in front of the opened door to the house of Jecht, his robe still scattered around him, he felt his hand grabbing onto the amulet hanging on his shoulder armor now on the floor.
His fingers moved around and felt the whole of it, tracing down every single shape of the beads that formed it and finally to the tassel that seemed to emit a gentle glow under the starry night sky of Zanarkand.
His conscious about his surrounding became more clear when he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked and saw a stretched shadow in front of him. He traced it back to the boy who had ran away before. Standing in front of the door, back facing the light that came from the house, his face hidden in the dark shadows.
“Mom's gone.”
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Next chapter: 7 - In Dreams
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