He had been forced into life again. The Fayth giving him lines of gratitude for all that he did and apologies that his gift had taken so long to produce. They made him a promise that the gift would allow him to experience life over again, from the time it had been taken from him. He replied to them giving his thanks but saying that his 'gift' could come in the form of an -undisturbed- rest. They refused saying that, that was no gift. They told him that he deserved to live for himself and without the pain he felt in the past ten years - he needed to breathe easy. Be something other than the guardian he was always forced to be.

He couldn't quite argue against logic such as that, however, he could still refuse all the same. The Fayth had quieted for a moment and he thought he had won. Then the Fayth smiled and apologized for the future pain he would feel. He gave them a quizzical look and then came crashing down in Spira.

Breathing in heavy, he sent a glare straight up. He was back, right where they said he would be, where it had all ended before - Zanarkand and he was staring wide eyed at his surrounding. Wait - with two eyes. He had both eyes functioning again and in his younger body. In the body everything felt different not just the scar - that was still present but not interfering but and as lame as it sounded to even himself . . . alive. No pulling from his body in different directions, no awkward numbness falling over his limbs, or even the constant stiffness in himself. It was all real, he could feel it all experiencing it again for the first time in twelve years. He could breathe it in, he could see it now that he was standing. He was glad this fate, was pushed.

He knew he couldn't ignore the feelings he had pushed away. The feeling of growing solitude - loneliness - rather than the contentment that he knew should have filled his floating soul. He assumed that the Fayth knew it - felt it - either way it didn't matter he was here and felt new, well as new as a man with his experiences of life could feel. And for some unfathomable reason he felt the need to see her. It was another ignored feeling resurfacing he assumed. Though he wasn't quite sure where to start or if it would even matter when he did find her. He was never good at these things. But I suppose that wasn't truly a surprise. After all what time did he actually spend worrying about things such as these? Exactly.

He took his first steps and found his body was uneasy. Like his feet had fallen asleep and he couldn't quite feel where he was stepping. Plus he was so used to a slightly larger body. More muscle. More meat. He idly wondered if his strength had been affected by the change or his abilities for that matter. He didn't really think so as he took more steps forward becoming more accustomed to the old body once again. The 'sleeping' feeling was wearing off of his limbs. He figured perhaps, if anything, than maybe his evasion and agility would change but nothing else - not too bad - so far life wasn't such a hard deal. Refreshing.

Well, ignoring the fact that he needed to get out of Zanarkand and walking was the only option present. Certainly not preferred but since it was it was the only option opened; he proceeded out the door - one foot following after the other.

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A/N

Okay, well I figured I've read so many of these things it was about time I wrote an Aurikku myself. Only fair to everyone that can't get enough of the odd couple right? So yes, this is the intro nothing special - well I don't think. Just a way of getting some plot out of the way. I didn't want to focus how he got so much as to the relationship. And I hope everyone is okay with him being young - let me know what you think there. But anyway, I promise it'll pick up and it won't be so. . . I dont know what ever it is haha. But enjoy and def review for me let me know what you think!!!