Updated: 2010.01.03, 2010.01.10 (edited the chapter, nothing changed besides word order and sentence structure)
Disclaimer: I don't own enough for you to sue me.
AN. Just an idea I came up with while I'm writing my much longer fic, also of the FFX universe. Not really sure how long this one will be as it's unplanned unlike my other fic. Other fic is currently 100,000 words in 14 chapters with over 52 chapters outlined. Kinda hit a rut in chapter 15 at the moment hence why this thing came out.
Anyway, tell me what you think and if I should bother continuing it.
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Prologue
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She ran through the deserted streets. She clutched the little bundle of blue blankets in her arms tightly. She glanced at the gathering storm clouds in the pitch-black sky as she hurried on.
She could only pray that her friend was still her friend, after all these longs years, after that argument. She had been wrong, oh so wrong. Her friend had been right, perfectly right. Now, she was paying for her mistake, she was begging for her friend's help again. She was praying she was still her friend. She didn't have anyone else.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached her destination. She huddled under the little shelter the house provided. The whistling wind blew daggers through her body. She should have planned this better.
She pressed the doorbell, praying her friend was home, praying her friend was still awake. It was long past midnight. She shivered as another gust of wind blew through her body. The cold pavement offered little respite for her bare feet.
The rain started. It started fast. It started hard. In moments she was drenched. Her nightgown clung to her body, instantly soaked throughout in the first few seconds of the storm. She shivered. She tried to shield her blue bundle from the rain with her body. Let her suffer her sins, not her blue bundle, not her blue bundle that was fated to live a life of detest, of hatred, of persecution.
She pressed the doorbell again. Why had she chosen to do this now? Now, in the chilling night air, now in the rain drenched night, now in the eerie silence.
She glanced down at her blue bundle. She wasn't doing a good enough job shielding it from the rain. It was getting wet. She rang the doorbell another time, praying help would come as she sank to the cold pavement below, her exposed bottom coming in contact with the wet floor. It was cold on contact. Oh so cold. But she couldn't remember feeling anything but cold; cold and bloody.
She wiped a hand across her face to find that her lip had stopped bleeding. She felt the side of her head and winced from the pain, her entire left side of her face would be a massive bruise in the morning.
If she survived to the morning.
She admitted she was desperate. She knew she was desperate the moment she ran. She knew she was desperate the moment her friend warned her so many years ago.
She was willing to do anything. Nothing could be worse than her life had been since that mistake.
She could feel her body slowly slipping away. She knew her only regret, no, not her only regret, but her main regret, her main regret was that she failed her blue bundle.
She thought he loved her. She thought wrong. She thought he would never hurt her; that was probably her biggest mistake. She felt between her thighs. The sticky liquid was still slowly seeping out. It was mixing with her blood. He had torn her open again, like last night, and every night before that.
A light turned on.
She didn't dare to get her hopes up. Even if her friend was awake, what were the chances she would be forgiven? What were the chances she wouldn't be turned away like any other homeless beggar? What were the chances her friend would even recognize her?
She didn't look anything like she had all those many years ago. Her hair was matted to her back. Her nightgown was soaked to her body, and see-through now. She had no pride to keep, every part of her body was exposed, every bruise, every scar.
She thought a bit as she heard the door unlocking. It was alright now. She could die. She couldn't even feel the freezing temperatures of the night anymore. Her nightgown wasn't soaked to her body anymore; it was frozen solid to it. Her hair was frozen to her head, and every part of her body was numb with cold.
She smiled her first smile in so many years at a thought. She hoped her friend could push her frozen body into the street to get smashed to smithereens. She'd hate to think she ran all this way to wake her friend in the middle of the night, during a terrible storm, only to have to unblock her door from a frozen beggar on her doormat.
The door opened. Two pairs of eyes meet. Her friend instantly recognized her. The question was: was she still her friend?
Brown eyes widened in surprise and sympathy as they gazed upon the blue and green eyes of the girl nearly frozen to death on her doorstep.
"Yuna!"