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saharasnowTitle: Walk with Me Again
Chapter: 7 - In Dreams
Series: Final Fantasy X/X-2
Characters: Auron, Tidus, Jecht's wife, Lulu
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None.
Author's notes: The second part was a continuation of what I wrote five years ago for my Last Moments series. You don't need to read that to understand the second part, but if you're interested anyway, go here.
How much more?
It has been one crying after another.
One moment he was sitting in front of Jecht's house, a heartbroken widow crying on him, now he was holding the tiny hand of his friend's weeping son, running around the strange city called Zanarkand searching for the missing woman.
After hours of searching blindly around, they finally found her walking out of a store along a quiet street, carrying a huge bag of groceries.
“Mom!”
Tidus ran up to her immediately, stretching his arms and wrapped them around her waist, almost causing her to fall. She stepped back a couple of steps, trying to balance herself while she looked at her only son sobbing. She knelt down and placed the bag onto the floor, then held onto him, gently patting his back.
Auron watched from a distance, unsure if he should say anything. Her eyes were still red, and even seemed swollen which might be caused by all those crying. He started to feel uneasy. He wondered if he should just leave. After all, he was the one who brought the bad news, causing her breakdown.
For the first time in his life he felt helpless.
She looked up at him and forced a weak smile onto her face, while holding onto Tidus's hand. Auron was lost, he wasn't sure if he should return the smile. He tried walking towards them, seeing that they didn't retreat, he gained enough courage to went over and picked up her bag of groceries from the floor where she left them. She looked down at her son, and nudged him a bit. Tidus bit his lower lip and turned to Auron.
“Mom said you could stay with us if you didn't have anywhere to go now.”
Auron's eye widened. “I...”
She continued to smile at him, “those wounds looked nasty, come, at least let me help you with that. And maybe you could tell me more about Jecht.” A pleading look in her tired eyes. Auron nodded and thanked her for her offer. He didn't know much would it helped her to tell her of the time Jecht had spent in Spira. But he guessed it might just be the only thing he could do to at least, maybe, helped ease her pain a little.
The young boy however, didn't look all that pleased. Obviously in his mind, Auron was a troublemaker.
Auron could not remembered how much time was spent walking back, he was following the mother and son while his mind was too distracted by memories. He was trying his best to recollect everything so he could tell her everything she wanted to know. A little form of compensation.
It wasn't till she started tending to his wounds that he realized he could still feel physical pain. She dipped clean towel in the basin of water, removed the dirty gauze from his face and started patting the towel gently on his face. Almost forgetting the feel of pain, he jerked a bit as he felt the hot sting traveled through his whole body made up of steel will and collection of pyreflies. Jecht would have laughed at him.
She handed the dirty towel to Tidus while taking the clean one from his hands and continued tending to Auron. He wondered if he should start talking now. As he attempted to open his mouth, she gestured him to stay silent now with a finger up on her lips, curled lightly to form a smile.
He stayed still and silent, watching her as she cleaned, applied medicine and started covering them with fresh new gauze. Every bit of movement felt like a ritual, her fingers strolled along his skin with the thin gauze as she wrapped them onto him, like flipping a book, reading and imagining the adventures of Jecht the protagonist in her head.
For the many nights to come, the ritual would be held and the story would go on.
Till the day her story ended.
~ * ~
It was over.
That cavern was so hollow and deep. The silence terrified her. She could feel her heart beating fast and hard, a constant reminder from her subconscious telling her she was still alive and breathing.
Yet she could not be sure, as her eyes continued to stare endlessly into that darkness. Not even her fast pace of breathing or her trembling body. Voices seemed to have disappeared from the world, she remembered screaming the name of her Summoner, she heard the echoes all over the cavern as she was carried out in Valefor's protective wings.
Slowly, she began to regain her hearing and senses.
She could hear her own breathing, the sound of wind flowing around her, and the faint echoes of the fiends from the dark cavern.
Her hands felt wet, she smelt the faint scent of iron all over her. Wrapping herself with her own arms, torn and bloodied, she grabbed onto her wounded arms tightly, ignoring the pain she had inflicted further on herself. She tried to remember how to work her vocal chord. Because she needed to scream. If she had screamed, maybe Lady Ginnem would suddenly popped out of the cavern, alive.
Her pace of breathing was disturbed, she forced herself to breathe in more air, trying to wake her sleeping lungs up, she forced a few sound out of herself. As she regained full control, she screamed.
Rain fell. Dying the grass of the Calm Land into ruby red. She felt herself drenched in the rain of blood. The blood of her Summoner.
Her hands up in her face, trying to wipe the blood away, her fingers struggled through her thick veil of fringe with the blood sticking onto them. She let out another scream.
And suddenly it was all silent.
All Lulu could hear now, other than her own irregular breathing, was the cracking of the woods in the fire, and the symphony of the crickets on the sleepy island of Besaid.
She gathered her knees upwards and laid her face into them, as she continued to feel the trembling of her hands. She had never felt so much fear. She finally understood why the elders of the village had kept her away and forbid her to see her parents' remains when they fell as victim to Sin's fury.
I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... Lady Ginnem...
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Next chapter: 8 - Ophelia
Chapter: 7 - In Dreams
Series: Final Fantasy X/X-2
Characters: Auron, Tidus, Jecht's wife, Lulu
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None.
Author's notes: The second part was a continuation of what I wrote five years ago for my Last Moments series. You don't need to read that to understand the second part, but if you're interested anyway, go here.
How much more?
It has been one crying after another.
One moment he was sitting in front of Jecht's house, a heartbroken widow crying on him, now he was holding the tiny hand of his friend's weeping son, running around the strange city called Zanarkand searching for the missing woman.
After hours of searching blindly around, they finally found her walking out of a store along a quiet street, carrying a huge bag of groceries.
“Mom!”
Tidus ran up to her immediately, stretching his arms and wrapped them around her waist, almost causing her to fall. She stepped back a couple of steps, trying to balance herself while she looked at her only son sobbing. She knelt down and placed the bag onto the floor, then held onto him, gently patting his back.
Auron watched from a distance, unsure if he should say anything. Her eyes were still red, and even seemed swollen which might be caused by all those crying. He started to feel uneasy. He wondered if he should just leave. After all, he was the one who brought the bad news, causing her breakdown.
For the first time in his life he felt helpless.
She looked up at him and forced a weak smile onto her face, while holding onto Tidus's hand. Auron was lost, he wasn't sure if he should return the smile. He tried walking towards them, seeing that they didn't retreat, he gained enough courage to went over and picked up her bag of groceries from the floor where she left them. She looked down at her son, and nudged him a bit. Tidus bit his lower lip and turned to Auron.
“Mom said you could stay with us if you didn't have anywhere to go now.”
Auron's eye widened. “I...”
She continued to smile at him, “those wounds looked nasty, come, at least let me help you with that. And maybe you could tell me more about Jecht.” A pleading look in her tired eyes. Auron nodded and thanked her for her offer. He didn't know much would it helped her to tell her of the time Jecht had spent in Spira. But he guessed it might just be the only thing he could do to at least, maybe, helped ease her pain a little.
The young boy however, didn't look all that pleased. Obviously in his mind, Auron was a troublemaker.
Auron could not remembered how much time was spent walking back, he was following the mother and son while his mind was too distracted by memories. He was trying his best to recollect everything so he could tell her everything she wanted to know. A little form of compensation.
It wasn't till she started tending to his wounds that he realized he could still feel physical pain. She dipped clean towel in the basin of water, removed the dirty gauze from his face and started patting the towel gently on his face. Almost forgetting the feel of pain, he jerked a bit as he felt the hot sting traveled through his whole body made up of steel will and collection of pyreflies. Jecht would have laughed at him.
She handed the dirty towel to Tidus while taking the clean one from his hands and continued tending to Auron. He wondered if he should start talking now. As he attempted to open his mouth, she gestured him to stay silent now with a finger up on her lips, curled lightly to form a smile.
He stayed still and silent, watching her as she cleaned, applied medicine and started covering them with fresh new gauze. Every bit of movement felt like a ritual, her fingers strolled along his skin with the thin gauze as she wrapped them onto him, like flipping a book, reading and imagining the adventures of Jecht the protagonist in her head.
For the many nights to come, the ritual would be held and the story would go on.
Till the day her story ended.
~ * ~
It was over.
That cavern was so hollow and deep. The silence terrified her. She could feel her heart beating fast and hard, a constant reminder from her subconscious telling her she was still alive and breathing.
Yet she could not be sure, as her eyes continued to stare endlessly into that darkness. Not even her fast pace of breathing or her trembling body. Voices seemed to have disappeared from the world, she remembered screaming the name of her Summoner, she heard the echoes all over the cavern as she was carried out in Valefor's protective wings.
Slowly, she began to regain her hearing and senses.
She could hear her own breathing, the sound of wind flowing around her, and the faint echoes of the fiends from the dark cavern.
Her hands felt wet, she smelt the faint scent of iron all over her. Wrapping herself with her own arms, torn and bloodied, she grabbed onto her wounded arms tightly, ignoring the pain she had inflicted further on herself. She tried to remember how to work her vocal chord. Because she needed to scream. If she had screamed, maybe Lady Ginnem would suddenly popped out of the cavern, alive.
Her pace of breathing was disturbed, she forced herself to breathe in more air, trying to wake her sleeping lungs up, she forced a few sound out of herself. As she regained full control, she screamed.
Rain fell. Dying the grass of the Calm Land into ruby red. She felt herself drenched in the rain of blood. The blood of her Summoner.
Her hands up in her face, trying to wipe the blood away, her fingers struggled through her thick veil of fringe with the blood sticking onto them. She let out another scream.
And suddenly it was all silent.
All Lulu could hear now, other than her own irregular breathing, was the cracking of the woods in the fire, and the symphony of the crickets on the sleepy island of Besaid.
She gathered her knees upwards and laid her face into them, as she continued to feel the trembling of her hands. She had never felt so much fear. She finally understood why the elders of the village had kept her away and forbid her to see her parents' remains when they fell as victim to Sin's fury.
I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... Lady Ginnem...
_______________________________
Next chapter: 8 - Ophelia
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