I suddenly got hit with an idea for the challenge I posed Tari some time ago. It was to see how badly we could kill off Seymour and Yunalesca. I'm hoping to do more of these. They are supposed to be quick little things, taking less then fifteen minutes to type. And by the way, the title is supposed to be a pun. Did you get it?
Gin does not own Seymour or anything else noted in this. I just have my own sick mind that thinks of ways to kill of one of the freakiest men I know. Not to bash those that do like him, that's fine, but why do you even like the stalker? He's been turned down over and over and even killed. Leave the girl alone!
These are supposed to be funny, but I don't have the best sense of humor. There were certain rules I gave myself as I wrote these. One, the player party could not be the ones to do the deed. Two, it must be done in a way that could have happened during the storyline. Three, he could not come back, ever!
Drums were played and harps strung as the newest Measter stepped off the boat. He glanced over the crowd before his eyes met with the youngest summoner that was traveling at this time. While people looked on in surprise, he stared at the young woman. She was as stunning as he had heard.
An older man was at the bottom of the ramp and he knew it was time for him to descend. Mika was waiting for him. Seymour took his first step. Everything appeared to be going well. He took the second step, but now it seemed like something was amiss. His long gown refused to come down the ramp with him. He paused for only a second, but that was all the time that was needed for the next event.
A stray dog had come over wanting to see what all the commotion was about. He smelled food, and lots of it. He made a beeline dash for the ship knowing that was where the smell was coming from.
Yevon soldiers shouted as they tried to catch the animal in time. But the dog, being on four legs, was faster. He was also hungry. So up he went not caring that Seymour was in his way, and ran right into the Measter.
Seymour shouted as he tripped over the dog and began falling toward the water below. However, there was no splash. His robe, the part that had gotten stuck, was keeping him hanging above a likely doom. Seeing as he lived practically underground for most of his life, he could not swim. He found himself praising Yevon for seeing this event and saving his life.
"Someone help him! Hurry up you fools!" Mika was shouting orders trying to regain order and still save Seymour before he lost any more of his dignity.
Just before anyone could reach him, Seymour heard the unmistakable sound of cloth tearing. His eyes opened wide just as he felt completely weightless. The next thing he felt was water surrounding him on all sides. Since he had fallen head first, he had no idea which way was up or down. He struggled to fight his way to the surface, but his now waterlogged clothes pulled him down.
"Save him!" Mika shouted to the monks, but they all shrugged. None of them knew how to swim. Most of the crowd even backed away unsure what to do either. "You mean no one here in Luca knows how to swim? This should be a city full of swimmers!" Mika was furious.
Wakka gasped before pushing his way to the edge. Without a word, he suddenly dived deep in the water. His legs and feet worked hard to kick him deep enough to grab hold of the Measter. He found him in seconds that felt more like hours, and grabbed hold of the back of his robe. He tried to pull him back up, but lost his grip and dove deeper to find Seymour once more. All the fabric made him weigh more then he should.
Reaching out once more, Wakka managed to get a better grip and aimed for the surface. Several people stood on the dock watching and waiting for his return. They clapped in joy as soon as they saw the blue hair of Seymour Guado. Wakka held the man as high as he could waiting for the monks to get a hold of him and pull him from the water. With practiced ease, Wakka pulled himself out next using the beams for support. He shoved his way to the front after grabbing Yuna so she could help.
Once the people saw he had a summoner with him, they parted giving him room. Mika was already leaning over him and shaking his head.
"Grand Measter, is there anything I can do?" Yuna asked.
"I don't believe so, child. He is already gone. Such talent gone so fast. But this must be Yevon's will." He stood up before bowing over the form of Seymour.
"Then I shall have to send him." Yuna said as she pulled out her staff. Mika nodded and left her to do her work. He was still expected at the stadium after all.
While his team was able to win the trophy, Wakka still could not force himself to cheer up. He felt that it was his fault Seymour died. If only he had tried harder, swam faster, reacted sooner!
"Don't worry, Wakka." Lulu consoled him as they traveled in the Mihen Highroad. "You did everything you could to help. You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened. The important thing is that you tried when no else did."
That seemed to bring a smile to his face. He looked ahead to the front where the newest of their group was working with Yuna and Tidus to take down a wolf. He felt if Sir Auron could overcome his past, then so could he. With a whistle, he jumped into the next battle ready for the journey ahead.
