"Spira without You"
Eliot, 020902
Standard Disclaimers Apply
AN: beware!! SLIGHT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE AND OOC
In this story, I'm more sympathetic to Seymour. ^-^
Also, there is no love story between Yuna and Tidus at this point. (Sorry!)
Well, maybe later, depending on how this story goes. Or, in fact, maybe she doesn't end up with anyone?
This chapter takes place at Seymour's mansion
If you don't like Seymour don't read.
(Can anyone think of a better title??)
"Together we can rule the world. Wouldn't you like that?"
I didn't know what to say, he was looking at me so intently, and I was so afraid to say no. I looked away, hoping to yevon that he wouldn't push me for an answer. But he was there, right in front of me, and he forced my head up with his fingers.
"Yuna."
I wanted to push him away from me, to run away. I wondered desperately where Tidus and Kimhari were. I didn't want to be here alone with this man. I was afraid. I heard so many horrible things about him, how he killed his mother, how he killed his father. Though my face was forced towards him, I looked everywhere, just anywhere else, refusing to focus my eyes on him.
He roughly withdrew his hand, moving away from me in disgust.
"I see," he said, forcing the words from his mouth, moving to stand by the window. I did all I could not to cry then and there, holding my arms stiffly by my side, clenching my stomach and my throat. I was just so afraid.
"You are just like the rest of them," he said softly then. I couldn't help but turn towards him, wondering what he was talking about now. Was he really insane?
"You know," he began again, in a conversational tone, as though nothing had happened. "My own mother died because of me."
I was glad when he didn't hear the cry of fear escape from my throat then. He had killed his mother!
"She died," he said again, softly. I stared at him in confusion, wondering at the tears that now fell from his eyes. "She died, so that she could become a fayth."
"A fayth," I repeated in surprise, speaking out before I could stop myself. Immediately I regretted it when he turned his attention back towards me, advancing towards me slowly. I backed up every step he came closer, until I felt the traitorous wall behind me. I closed my eyes involuntarily. Had I angered him?
Something soft touched my face, so light, that I wondered if I was imagining it. Slowly I opened my eyes, afraid to know what was touching my face. Magic perhaps, burning me? But I found myself staring into light blue eyes, a watery hue wet from tears. He touched my face gently with his fingertips, staring intently at me all the while.
"Why are you so afraid of me?" he whispered, bending forward.
I felt his lips on mine, gently placing a chaste kiss on my own lips. Gasping from the sudden movement, I jerked away from him.
Sighing, he turned from me again, making his way towards the door.
"Very well, then," he said, exhaustion evident in his voice. "If that's how it is going to be."
Opening the door, he stepped out, but not before speaking again.
"You will stay here until I tell you otherwise."
The door shut behind him with such finality that I cried out in protest, running to the door. It was locked! I balled up my shaking fists, and pounded the door, making it shake and rattle. Scared and alone now, in the dark and dreary room, I slumped slowly to the floor, crying.
I awoke when I felt the sun on my face. Moaning slightly, I picked myself from the hard stone floor, rubbing my aching muscles, as my eyes grew accustomed to the light. Morning, I thought with hope. There was something about sunlight that gave me courage, and I felt stronger already.
As I sat by the window, I thought to the night before. I remembered how I had been taken away from the others, to talk with Seymour, and what he had told me. He wanted to marry me, because he believed that we could rule the world together. I couldn't help laugh aloud at the ridiculous notion, the harshness of the sound ringing in my throat.
But I immediately sobered when I thought of my friends, who had been invited along with me to attend Seymour's special banquet. I didn't want them to worry, but at the same time, I wished to yevon that they would come for me.
And as I thought more of Seymour, I grew more and more confused. So he had not killed his mother, had he? He had said so himself, that she had somehow given up her own life to become a fayth. But why? But he killed his own father, then, didn't he?
The door opened at that point, and one of the guado came towards me, holding a tray of warm steamy food.
"Good evening, my lady. I pray that you have slept well," he said gravely, bowing slightly.
"Yes, thank you," I said, a little embarrassed that he should show such respect for me, after all I had greatly angered his lord last night.
"Lord Seymour wishes for you to meet him in the main room as soon as you are ready, if you will, my lady." He bowed himself out of the room before I could say another word.
I wondered at that. I had felt like a prisoner last night, but now I was an honored guest, allowed to leave my room at my own free will.
He was seated in a stately chair, by the large window, the sun caressing his blue hair and glowing around his frame in a celestial way. I blinked in surprise at my thoughts, shaking my head to clear it, before I walked up to him. Looking up, he smiled softly, and stood up to take my hand, raising it up to his lips.
"You have slept well I assume?" he inquired, his eyes examining my face carefully.
"No," I said simply, moving away from him, to the window, where I could see a beautiful lawn of lush green underneath the sprawling blue sky. I was still angry at how he had locked me in that room, making me feel as though I were a prisoner.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him lower his head in defeat. I don't know why, but I quickly turned back towards him, not wanting him to be sad.
"But, I'm fine, really," I said, in the most convincing voice I could muster. He must have known, because he smiled knowingly.
"Please, you needn't pretend. I understand that you are uncomfortable here," he said, his head raised again, taking the stance of one so confident in himself.
I tried not to feel for him, and instead interrupted his next words with a question.
"Where are my friends?" I asked.
"Your friends have journeyed ahead without you," he said simply, carefully seating himself in his chair again. "Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable.
"No," I said angrily, with more force that I had meant, for he flinched under my harsh tone. Softening my voice, I spoke again. "How could you?" I asked. I felt scared and alone again. I didn't want to be alone with this man.
He was there in seconds, his arms around me as I sobbed, and though I felt disgusted by him, I let myself lean into him, trying to stop the tears by pressing my face against his chest. "I don't want to be here," I said brokenly, my words slightly muffled by his shirt. He stroked my hair gently, trying to soothe me, his arm still secure around me, and somehow it made me feel better.
When it was over, I pushed at his chest until he loosened his hold, finally letting go of me completely.
"You hate it here then?" he asked, the sadness in his eyes again. I looked away.
"Yes."
He sighed again. "We could be so good together," he murmured.
I shook my head emphatically. "No." I said, the conviction strong in my voice.
"We could never be together. I want to save Spira, and you want to own it," I said with hate in my voice.
He stood staring at me for what seemed like an eternity. Then he nodded slowly. "Of course," he simply said.
I was shocked. He didn't even bother to argue with me. And almost alarmingly, he didn't seem to be angry with me. No longer afraid, and only feeling a little sorry for how mean I had been, I moved closer to him, gently placing my hand on his sleeve.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, not willing to look at his face. But I felt his hand cover mine, and I looked up to see him smiling at me. But I felt uncomfortable again, when I saw something in his eyes, a sort of strange emotion. That couldn't be love, could it? Mentally I shook my head, because a man like him could never really love; how could he, when he had killed his own father?
"I want to go now," I said. And he nodded, guiding me towards the door. Again, I was shocked at how easily he was acquiescing to my demands. Still, I felt that there was some catch, and I couldn't control the tremor that passed through my body.
"Don't be afraid of me, please," he whispered in my ear, and I shivered at his low voice and the feel of his breath on my ear. Inwardly I cringed, hoping that I would soon be away from him, and be with my friends instead.
Concentrating on hiding these fears, I didn't notice where we were headed until it was too late.
"Wait!" I cried as he gently but determinately pushed me into the same room I had slept in. "What are you doing! You promised!" I cried out as he looked at me with those sad blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said, turning so that he couldn't see my face. "But I can't let even you oppose me." He shut the door before I could reach him. Crying uncontrollably, utterly alone and scared out of my wits, I fell to the floor, too exhausted and shocked to even fight.
"Please, yevon," I said through my tears, "help me."
TBC!
note: ( I know again!!) But I hope that made sense? If not, more will be explained in later chapters. Other characters will be appearing of course. Remember, this does not follow final fantasy 10 story line, I'm just using the core of it. :)
Please tell me if you like or hate.
^_^