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[#028] Together, Always and Apart [FFX | FFX-2]
Theme Prompt:
#028 - Old Fashioned
Title: Together, Always and Apart
Fandom: Final Fantasy X | X-2 | -Will-
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, suicidal thoughts
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 790 words
Summary: In a moment of weakness, Yuna considers the impossible. Set during the events of FFX -Will-.
Yuna stands before a long and narrow glass display case, admiring its selection of trinkets and necklaces. One in particular caught her eye; a silver plated pendant fashioned in the shape of the Zanarkand Abes logo.
A mere artifice of Tidus’s necklace.
Ever since she entered the city limits of Bevelle, she could feel his presence everywhere. The vivacious chatter of his giggling, female fans parading the streets, or the looming shadow of an unfinished blitzball stadium facing the west coast; even the upcoming blitz season dominated the flickering sphere consoles located beside billboard stills, slapping profile after profile of stolen shots featuring the star blitz players of the year.
She paused for a moment to behold his staticky image, before dragging her feet forward.
Tidus felt so far away, like another world…
They could be living on opposite poles of the world, and she would still be able to sense him, tugging at the edges of her consciousness. A thin, feathery thread that never breaks or fades, yet keeps on stretching and stretching, draining her energy, her emotions― perhaps even her sanity, too.
Daring to consider the possibility that always frightened her, Yuna refuses to allow it to be true.
She can’t be tired of dreaming of him, not yet…
All the people she had ever known who could maintain their superfluous forms and the aimless souls of their loved ones for years at a time, if not decades, centuries― they were able to hang on, because they had all been dead, free from the mortal restraints that used to bind them. Maybe that stands to reason their humanity had never been truly at risk, because they had already lost it at the point of their untimely passing.
So what does that say about her, someone alive, yet unable to let go?
She can’t let go, not after all this time, not when she fought so hard and suffered for so long at a chance at happiness, a future where they could be together. ‘I don’t want it all to be just a waste. I want to believe…’
Yuna loses grasp of that train of thought when sharp gunfire and distant explosions echo in the background, and she gasps, jerking upright, as if someone had dowsed her with ice cold water. Dashing out the front door of the jewelry store, she hears the bell jingle with a violent, harsh note, before it drowns in the chaos of the noise.
What she sees emerging from the skyline of steeples and spires shocks her to the very core.
Sin.
Sin came back, true to history.
It moves above buildings, gargantuan enough to block out the sky and sun from view, tearing through roofs and aerial transports with a casual wave of its massive fins. Although it has yet to produce shock waves and gravitational blasts to lay waste to its surroundings, it reacts to the futile barrage of machine rifles and grenade launchers by sending parting gifts of its own. Sinspawn; living, sentient scales that shed from its body to rain Hell upon the city.
Yuna stares in horror, frozen in place.
This can’t be the real Sin. It has to be an illusion, a beckoning―
Instead of worrying about who could possibly want that abomination back, let alone dwell on the absurdity of such a notion, she clutches at her chest with an ashen hand. Regardless of how it came to be, it doesn’t erase the fact that Sin returned. That millennium old blight somehow managed to return from the world beyond.
Everything Yuna did to defeat Sin, sacrificing her faith, the foundation of her abused childhood, sacrificing her integrity to search for another way despite the criminal charges hounding her tail, sacrificing her Aeons, the very companions who took house in the recesses of her soul, sacrificing the man she loved so that the Fayth could stop dreaming―
‘It has been all for nothing…’
Now she wishes she had accepted the Final Aeon instead, if she knew beforehand the outcome would not change. Sin returned, like it always did. She could have spared herself all the trouble if only she hadn't of rejected Yunalesca's way. She could have been a High Summoner, with Tidus as her chosen Fayth. ‘We could have been together in peace, in death, forever…’
But he wouldn’t want her to think like that. If Tidus knew she had stopped to seriously consider it, throwing her life away for a hopeless cause, he would never forgive her. And so she stumbles forward, one step at a time, before she finds the strength to run from the scene.
‘I have to live, for him― even if I have to lie to the world and everyone I love to do it.’
A mere artifice of Tidus’s necklace.
Ever since she entered the city limits of Bevelle, she could feel his presence everywhere. The vivacious chatter of his giggling, female fans parading the streets, or the looming shadow of an unfinished blitzball stadium facing the west coast; even the upcoming blitz season dominated the flickering sphere consoles located beside billboard stills, slapping profile after profile of stolen shots featuring the star blitz players of the year.
She paused for a moment to behold his staticky image, before dragging her feet forward.
Tidus felt so far away, like another world…
They could be living on opposite poles of the world, and she would still be able to sense him, tugging at the edges of her consciousness. A thin, feathery thread that never breaks or fades, yet keeps on stretching and stretching, draining her energy, her emotions― perhaps even her sanity, too.
Daring to consider the possibility that always frightened her, Yuna refuses to allow it to be true.
She can’t be tired of dreaming of him, not yet…
All the people she had ever known who could maintain their superfluous forms and the aimless souls of their loved ones for years at a time, if not decades, centuries― they were able to hang on, because they had all been dead, free from the mortal restraints that used to bind them. Maybe that stands to reason their humanity had never been truly at risk, because they had already lost it at the point of their untimely passing.
So what does that say about her, someone alive, yet unable to let go?
She can’t let go, not after all this time, not when she fought so hard and suffered for so long at a chance at happiness, a future where they could be together. ‘I don’t want it all to be just a waste. I want to believe…’
Yuna loses grasp of that train of thought when sharp gunfire and distant explosions echo in the background, and she gasps, jerking upright, as if someone had dowsed her with ice cold water. Dashing out the front door of the jewelry store, she hears the bell jingle with a violent, harsh note, before it drowns in the chaos of the noise.
What she sees emerging from the skyline of steeples and spires shocks her to the very core.
Sin.
Sin came back, true to history.
It moves above buildings, gargantuan enough to block out the sky and sun from view, tearing through roofs and aerial transports with a casual wave of its massive fins. Although it has yet to produce shock waves and gravitational blasts to lay waste to its surroundings, it reacts to the futile barrage of machine rifles and grenade launchers by sending parting gifts of its own. Sinspawn; living, sentient scales that shed from its body to rain Hell upon the city.
Yuna stares in horror, frozen in place.
This can’t be the real Sin. It has to be an illusion, a beckoning―
Instead of worrying about who could possibly want that abomination back, let alone dwell on the absurdity of such a notion, she clutches at her chest with an ashen hand. Regardless of how it came to be, it doesn’t erase the fact that Sin returned. That millennium old blight somehow managed to return from the world beyond.
Everything Yuna did to defeat Sin, sacrificing her faith, the foundation of her abused childhood, sacrificing her integrity to search for another way despite the criminal charges hounding her tail, sacrificing her Aeons, the very companions who took house in the recesses of her soul, sacrificing the man she loved so that the Fayth could stop dreaming―
‘It has been all for nothing…’
Now she wishes she had accepted the Final Aeon instead, if she knew beforehand the outcome would not change. Sin returned, like it always did. She could have spared herself all the trouble if only she hadn't of rejected Yunalesca's way. She could have been a High Summoner, with Tidus as her chosen Fayth. ‘We could have been together in peace, in death, forever…’
But he wouldn’t want her to think like that. If Tidus knew she had stopped to seriously consider it, throwing her life away for a hopeless cause, he would never forgive her. And so she stumbles forward, one step at a time, before she finds the strength to run from the scene.
‘I have to live, for him― even if I have to lie to the world and everyone I love to do it.’
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It's not for the frail-hearted or OTP devout. XD
I wrote this as a fix-it fic, honestly. If you watched the audio drama, you could pinpoint where my one-shots take place in-between scenes.