I don't own Auron, Rikku, or Final Fantasy X, although I wish I did. Huzzah for the Auron's sexiness and the Aurikku pairing!
Palyica e ys fedr oui- Because I am with you
Auron
One of the first things he had noticed upon arriving in the Farplane was that his sword was no longer heavy. Often, on his second pilgrimage, he would wonder if anyone noticed that, from time to time, that the legendary guardian used his sword to lean on as he'd attempted to collect himself after battle. He had promised Jecht, after all, even if his upstart son had taunted, "Don't break any bones, old man."
Auron smirked and easily sliced the air with his Masamune. "Legendary guardian…heh," his raspy voice echoed in the silence of the Farplane.
At Djose Temple, back on the pilgrimage, a guardian had asked to shake his hand. He couldn't even remember this awestruck young man's name, although he did remember an abundance of muscles displayed. The young man had then told his summoner, a pretty but vicious-looking woman, that he would never wash his hands again.
Auron laughed. It was a deep, throaty chuckle that he hadn't heard in many years. He wondered if the young guardian had realized he was shaking hands with a dead man. Probably not. In that young man's mind, legendary guardians didn't die.
The ground beneath Auron's feet shifted, and he suddenly found himself hovering above the Guado Farplane, one of the many windows through which the sent could view the living. He himself had never been called. Auron hoped this meant that all of his traveling companions had found new, fruitful ways of living.
His mind immediately drifted to fall on the memories of the youngest member in his traveling party. Auron often found himself thinking of the annoying slip of an Al Bhed that Jecht's son, his charge, had found washed up on the shores of the Moonflow. The beautiful, vivacious girl, who had shown more flesh than was decent for a fifteen year-old.
He laughed again. His throat rasped from lack of use. Auron remembered the day he had left her. She had thrown herself on the ground, sobbing, as the pyreflies had slowly carried him away.
Auron sighed slowly to himself. Out of all of guardians in the traveling party, she was the one he hoped for. She was the one that he wanted to see, wanted to help succeed. Auron smiled as he coughed, and laughed. This time it was dry and bitter, as the laugh he was more accustomed to hearing slipped from his lips.
"Pace yourself, Auron," he mimicked Tidus's words sarcastically, as he looked down at the small platform that the living stood on to converse with the dead. He reached for his flask and took a slow sip of whiskey, allowing the taste to linger on his tongue. Strapping his sword to his side, he turned to walk towards the waterfalls, when something caught his eye.
A small woman was standing at the edge of the Farplane, just outside of the barrier. Auron could make out her petite shape. It was almost as if thinking about her had conjured her up out of thin air. He narrowed his eye and studied her, smirking rogueishly. If anything, Rikku was wearing less clothing than she had on Yuna's pilgrimage. He sat down on a rock, smiling genuinely as he watched her tentatively reach her hand slowly through the barrier.