(And... I went to save this and it destroyed my first AN... Poopy... Anyway! I said it was coming and here it is! This is my 9x1 fic! That's right ZidanexWoL! I tried to keep the characters as IN-character as possible, as well as explore WoL's personallity pretty well. The other pairings are: TerraxCloud, BartzxSquall, TidusxFirion, and a small amount of CecilxRosa. Please enjoy...!)

(PS: I am NOT happy with the title so it may change, also this IS going to be multichapter.)

Forgotten Light

By EoSekhmet

Warrior of Light had no memories.

He has a purpose, which was given to him by his goddess, Cosmos, so he can continue to exist, but other then the feelings of loyalty, duty, and his profound light he cannot properly interpert the feelings and emotions that the other nine warriors sometimes illict within him.

He is intelligent, so it doesn't take long for him to figure out that he feels responsible for the well being of his comrades, although he's not sure what drives him to take the position of leader amoung them.

He wonders if they know that he has a hard time defining what friendship is, or that the reason he searches for his crystal mostly on his own is because he does not want them to see how very emotionless he really is.

Not having a name bothers him very little because he feels he doesn't need one, his purpose is to serve Cosmos, to fullfill her wishes, and that is enough for him.

Because he is nothing more then a soldier with no past, no memories, and no sense of self.

He is blunt and to the point, because he sees no need for meaningless words or pretty speeches.

He is unwavering in his convinctions because they are all he knows.

But...

But sometimes he wishes he knew...

He wishes he knew what it was like to have memories. To be a person driven not by a purpose which was given to them, but by a free will built by morals and experiences.

So he tries.

He tries despretly to understand when he is around the others.

Firion helps.

Firion is a man of deep emotion and he knows of Warrior of Light's struggle even though the warrior never told him.

So when the warrior has a question, he goes to Firion to ask. Firion who is patient and smiles at him, and replies in a way that is easy for the warrior to understand. He is encouraging and even if the question is awkward he shares his knowledge.

It is because of Firion that the warrior understands somewhat of how he feels about each of his companions.

For instance, the warrior has a deep respect for Cecil, who is a king with a kind and gentle heart. He admires his ability to wield both darkness and light, although he knows that Cecil doubts continuously because of it. But even so the warrior has an unwavering faith in him, because Cecil's light is nearly as bright as his own.

And the warrior feels protective of Terra, who is fearful of her abilities, and in turn of herself. He feels a sense of pride when she overcomes her hesitation, and although he does not interact with her often, knows that if he was ever in need of someone to talk to she would not hesitate to help him.

He feels protective of all of his comrades, now that he thinks of it. Perhaps because they are the only family he has ever known.

But there are a few of them, that he is uncertain of what he feels for them...

"So where to now, oh noble leader?"

The sarcastic tone was lost on him as he turned to glance at the small man who stood beside him.

"We are heading towards the sanctuary of order to meet with Cosmos, Zidane." He replied.

Zidane made a strange facial expression.

"Right, but I mean where exactly is the sanctuary from here? What direction?" He asked again, his swishing tail catching the warrior's eye.

He wasn't sure why, but the blonde's tail had always fasinated him. He often found himself staring at it when it moved, his eyes captivated by it's movement. He guessed that it was because no one else in their group had one.

"Cosmos will guide us to her." Light replied, tearing his eyes away from Zidane's tail and refocusing on the landscape before them.

He heard Zidane let out a frustrated sigh, and knew that the man's tail was twitching faster now, a product of his agitation.

"You have no idea do you?" He asked.

"Cosmos will guide us." He replied evenly, turning back to meet the theif's aquamarine eyes. Caught in his gaze, the warrior felt his mouth go dry and his body felt a little jumpy. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was feeling nervous, then furrowed his brows as he wondered why.

Zidane frowned.

"She hasn't exactly been throwing out trail markers for us, so I was just wondering-"

Zidane was cut off when Firion walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What he means is that when Cosmos needs us, she'll tell us where to meet her. For now we just have to stick together and keep moving Zidane." Firion explained.

Zidane's shoulders slumped and his tail drooped.

"Seriously? Aw man!" Zidane groaned before he turned around and started to walk back towards the group. The warrior's eyes once again were caught on his tail, and he watched it until Zidane sat down next to Bartz, before turning his eyes toward Firion.

Firion was eyeing him with a strange expression on his face, but his eyes were curious.

"What is it?" The warrior asked.

Firion shrugged a little.

"It's nothing, you're just acting a little strange, that's all." Firion replied.

"How so?"

Firion looked uncomfortable for a moment, his eyes darting towards the direction of the group before returning to the warrior.

"When Zidane started talking to you, you tensed up. Your posture was very stiff and you kept taking a long time to respond." Firion explained.

The warrior shifted a little.

"I... I am not sure why, but Zidane makes me nervous when he speaks to me."

Firion tilted his head, his fingers going to his chin in a thoughtful look.

"Nervous? Why would he make you nervous?"

"I do not know. I do not understand either." The warrior chose not to tell Firion about his odd fasination with the theif's tail, because the thought of voicing that outloud made his stomach clench in an uncomfortable fashion.

Firion sighed.

"Well, maybe you just don't like him. I noticed that even though you don't have memories, you still seem to have physical dislikes and likes, so perhaps Zidane reminds you unconciously of something you don't like." Firion offered.

"I do not think that is right, but perhaps it is true." The warrior glanced over at Zidane as he spoke, and wondered if that was true.

There was a sense of wrongness about that statement though.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure whatever it is about him that makes you feel nervous will go away soon enough." Firion said, setting a reassuring hand on the warriors armored forearm.

The warrior nodded.

"We have other things we should be focusing on." He added.

Firion nodded then turned and walked back towards his spot beside Tidus around the campfire. The warrior did not watch him go, but noted that Tidus greeted him loudly upon his return and Firion responded in kind.

He wondered why for a moment but quickly brushed the thought aside as he turned his attention back towards the landscape.

He typically took the first watch, mostly because by time they switched shifts the majority of the group was asleep. It saved everyone from a lot of awkwardness.

Although...

The warrior shifted as an uncomfortable feeling wound through his stomach.

He wouldn't have minded some company...

(Review if yha got time, second chapter should be up shortly...)