Author: Be Tei
Summary: What if Tidus had washed up somewhere else at the beginning of the game? What if the first person he met, also changed? What if he had never really met Yuna and her guardians? What if Yuna hadn't been the one he fell in love with?
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I don't claim to own it, leave me alone.
Note: If you somehow missed this when you clicked on this link, then I'll tell you know. This is a yaoi fanfic. That means two men loving each other, touching each other, and everything else. I don't yet know how far this fic will go, but better to not take the chance, eh? If you don't like it kiddies, go read a Mary-Sue. Also, they may seem OOC, but really, if some of the events in the game had gone different, I think the characters would have acted different. So I suppose I'm saying the characters are IC in my little AU, which means that they're all acting fine, according to my story line. Yep. Any questions?
Also: This is dedicated to a friend, who wishes to stay un-named. Don't know why, though. She showed me the wonder of FFX, and the beauty that is Seymour. Which led to my SxT obsession. Heh. Thanks.
Beautiful Things
Chapter 1 - A Flower
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Struggling with his restraints in a sudden urge to move around and find out where he was, he felt them give slightly. Then, stopping just as suddenly as he realized he didn't know who he was, never mind where. Moving a bit more and barely noticing the roots fully letting go, he though about this new problem. He had to know who he was... Why wouldn't he? He got a flash of memory, but it was gone just as quickly, and all he caught was... water. Lots of water. Destructive water.
This was his last thought, as he suddenly blacked out.
A slight dark blotch on the bank of the otherwise beautiful and serene picture was the only thing that didn't fit. Even the Maester in his blue hues and beautiful face looked like he belonged.
Moving closer to the blotch, he realized it was actually a person. Kneeling down beside it to see if it was alive, he noticed that up-close, it's hair reflected the pyreflies light, shining like gold. The figure was on it's back, so even with such delicate features and beautifully coloured hair, the shirt let showed him this was definitely a male. He was wearing a yellow, open shirt. This was covered by what looked like the top to a pair of overalls, except one of the straps had broken. It looked like there had at one point been things covering his arms, but now there was just one glove on his right hand. Looking at his legs, still partially in the water, he could see that the boy's pant legs seemed to be different lengths. Looking down farther, he noticed that the boy's feet were bare.
Gazing down at the closed eyelids and soft looking lips next, he ran a finger across soft cheeks, and over those lips. Feeling a light breath come from those slightly parted lips, he let out his own breath in a soft, relieved sigh. It would have been such a pity for a thing this beautiful to die, at such a young age. The boy could be no older than 17 or 18. Yet such a delicate beauty for one so young.
A shout caused him to shake from his thoughts of this new discovery.
"Maester Seymour, are you alright?" Called Tromell from a bit away, where he stood with two others.
"Yes, just a second more and we can return home," he called. Turning back to the boy, his hand turned the face a bit to the side to take another look, and to his surprise the eyes fluttered open. The boy's eyes were a stunning shade of aqua.
"Hello there," Seymour said quietly, smiling.
"Wha... Where... Who...?" Looking around in an adorably confused fashion, the boy looked up at the older man.
"It is alright. You are safe."
"Who..."
"I am Maester Seymour Guado. Will you tell me your name?"
"I... I think..." He paused. What was his name? He got a flash of a word, but was it his name? Feeling a wave of dizziness, he tried to say it anyway. "Ti---" Losing strength, he collapsed into the other man's arms, and into unconsciousness, assuming the other would keep him safe.
Frowning at the body in his arms, Seymour noticed the boy was freezing, and shaking with fever. Who know how long he'd been out here? A few hours? Days? Even for a blitzball player, that was too long.
Making a quick decision, he pulled off his top coat and wrapped it around the boy, picking him up. Calling to the three behind him that it was time to go home, they didn't question his actions.
After all, a thing so beautiful needed to be treasured and protected, and he was the perfect man to do that.
[to be continued]
Note: I don't know when I'll be getting the next part out. I have it written already, along with the next 5 or so, but I need to go over it a few more times. Also, sorry this part was so short. I'll try to make the others longer!! R&R now! And I love e-mails! Just... no flames, please. ^_^
