On the Pilgrimage
By me ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own FFX, any of its characters (well, I do own Auron) or town names, blah blah blah you know the drill.
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"As, gracefully as the wind, you twirl around, I can't take my eyes off of you. Your hair is like..." Tidus rested his chin in his hand and gazed pensively at the Moonflow. Suddenly, his face lighted up with inspiration. "Cinnamon. Your eyes are like... two little round disks, one green and one blue."
Tidus's poetic thought process was interrupted as Auron's gravelly, deep voice gave him a jolt of surprise.
"So," he said as he sat down next to the young blitzball star, "You like Yuna?"
For a moment, all the blood drained from his face. Stuttering, he replied, "H-have you been reading over my... my shoulder?!?!"
Auron chuckled. "You admit to it?"
"No, no, no, that's not it at all!!!" Silence lingered between the two for a few seconds. Looking down, Tidus quietly said, "Well... I do, kinda."
"You do act different when she's around. Your eyes never leave her face."
"It's that obvious???" His face went from cold and white to beet-red in a matter of seconds.
Ignoring him, Auron reached his hand out. "May I see your paper?"
"I- I guess." Tidus wasn't about to resist the powerful, intimidating guardian. He shakily handed over his poem.
" 'Your lips are like cherries; I love how you dance; those weird little fly thingies add to your splendor; your black bra is as black as...' You never were the poetic type."
Tidus sighed. "I don't know how to let her know how I feel. I never get to talk with her in private."
"You'll get your chances."
As Auron stood up to leave, Tidus added one more thing. "By the way, Auron... we never had this conversation." Without replying, the guardian strolled back to the campfire.
Lying on his back, Tidus pondered on the nature of Spira. The way monsters floated away when you killed them, about the farplane, and other things. But no matter what he wondered, his mind kept traveling back to one thought: How does Lulu keep her dress from falling when she bends over to cast spells? How does she keep it from falling in the first place?
"Heads up!"
Tidus, with his superhuman reflexes, sat up just in time for Wakka's blitzball to hit him square in the back of his head. "Wakka!!!! What was that for?!?!"
"No time to be napping, ya? Dinner's ready!"
Grumbling and complaining, Tidus chased Wakka back to the camp site. He did not notice, however, the wrinkled scrap of paper floating to the ground, nor did he notice Yuna picking it up and examining it.
Covering her hand with her mouth, she exclaimed, "Oh!!! Lulu, come look at this!!!"
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Dundundun! Will Yuna guess who wrote it? Will Auron spill the beans? Will Tidus admit his feelings to Yuna? Will I continue? Only if you tell me what you think!
By me ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own FFX, any of its characters (well, I do own Auron) or town names, blah blah blah you know the drill.
~*~
"As, gracefully as the wind, you twirl around, I can't take my eyes off of you. Your hair is like..." Tidus rested his chin in his hand and gazed pensively at the Moonflow. Suddenly, his face lighted up with inspiration. "Cinnamon. Your eyes are like... two little round disks, one green and one blue."
Tidus's poetic thought process was interrupted as Auron's gravelly, deep voice gave him a jolt of surprise.
"So," he said as he sat down next to the young blitzball star, "You like Yuna?"
For a moment, all the blood drained from his face. Stuttering, he replied, "H-have you been reading over my... my shoulder?!?!"
Auron chuckled. "You admit to it?"
"No, no, no, that's not it at all!!!" Silence lingered between the two for a few seconds. Looking down, Tidus quietly said, "Well... I do, kinda."
"You do act different when she's around. Your eyes never leave her face."
"It's that obvious???" His face went from cold and white to beet-red in a matter of seconds.
Ignoring him, Auron reached his hand out. "May I see your paper?"
"I- I guess." Tidus wasn't about to resist the powerful, intimidating guardian. He shakily handed over his poem.
" 'Your lips are like cherries; I love how you dance; those weird little fly thingies add to your splendor; your black bra is as black as...' You never were the poetic type."
Tidus sighed. "I don't know how to let her know how I feel. I never get to talk with her in private."
"You'll get your chances."
As Auron stood up to leave, Tidus added one more thing. "By the way, Auron... we never had this conversation." Without replying, the guardian strolled back to the campfire.
Lying on his back, Tidus pondered on the nature of Spira. The way monsters floated away when you killed them, about the farplane, and other things. But no matter what he wondered, his mind kept traveling back to one thought: How does Lulu keep her dress from falling when she bends over to cast spells? How does she keep it from falling in the first place?
"Heads up!"
Tidus, with his superhuman reflexes, sat up just in time for Wakka's blitzball to hit him square in the back of his head. "Wakka!!!! What was that for?!?!"
"No time to be napping, ya? Dinner's ready!"
Grumbling and complaining, Tidus chased Wakka back to the camp site. He did not notice, however, the wrinkled scrap of paper floating to the ground, nor did he notice Yuna picking it up and examining it.
Covering her hand with her mouth, she exclaimed, "Oh!!! Lulu, come look at this!!!"
~*~
Dundundun! Will Yuna guess who wrote it? Will Auron spill the beans? Will Tidus admit his feelings to Yuna? Will I continue? Only if you tell me what you think!