Coral: Hello everyone! I know that this is insane but hey,THIS IS-

Tidus: LUCA! XD

Coral: Thank you Tidus!

Tidus: Hey wait a minute! What's this!

Coral: What? Oh this? Ah, just a continuation fic given permission from Bluumberry. Set after her One Shot: Aquamarine. So if you readers haven't seen it, then read it now! (pauses so that the readers could go click to Aquamarine) Done? Okay.

Tidus: Actually, I think I'm pretty much happier not knowing... So... (bolts for an exit)

Coral: CATCH HIM!

Tidus: NOOOOOOOOO!

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 10, and the story in essence belongs to Bluumberry.

Note here: I kind of switched the scenes a bit for a bit of amusement and for the sake of seeing a bit of character interaction. I hope you don't mind.

Love... The sweet bitter chocolate that we choke on... Yet without it, we grow... Mad.

Maester Seymour's point of view...

I glance at the beautiful boy within my arms. The effects of the Thunder spell had already taken quite a toll. My eyelids grew heavy with haziness as I took in the sight to behold. Perfectly flawless skin, a very light bronze copper tone. His hair, a mess of golden waves. I chuckle a bit. That could be taken care of quite easily. Those petite yet strong shoulders that harbor strength within them... Luscious lips so tempting... And I mourn for the fact that his deep sea ocean eyes are hidden from me by sweet golden eyelids. I lean and kiss both very lightly...

Ah, my boy... If you only knew...

You were quite a sight to behold upon the day when I saw you in Luca. When you appeared... It was as if nothing else was there but you... I cared nothing for the rest of the world, only you. You see, Lady Yuna doesn't matter. They do not matter. You do. I noticed and observed you... And I felt something that I've honestly haven't felt before... You seemed to be a bit out of place amongst the others, as they have done the prayer and you stood there. Not knowing what to do, perhaps? Nervosity seemed to radiate from you, but soon to be wiped off as soon as the people surrounding you stood as well as I and with introduction to my title, I speak.

"People of Yevon, it is an honor for me to carry on the title as Maester." As I went on with my speech, I noticed how timid you seemed. Of course, I didn't pay much mind and gazed upon Lady Yuna. Ah... Perfect. If all went well, then my pursuit for power will be complete. In due time... But then there was something quite... Unexpected that I've seen and observed.

Just as the Luca blitz ball players were raveling in the fans embrace, you stood there and shouted with utmost confidence.

"Stop right there, Goers!"

It was then that I realized I misjudged you, and saw you at a glimpse of how you truly are. A confident, radiant, and absolute treasure... I knew that I had to see you again.

I've spoken with you once, as you were rushing off in midst of a hurry. You didn't see where you were going, and so collided with me as I was strolling for a bit. At first, I was shocked, but I gathered up my dignity quickly. Gently, so as to not frighten you, my bird... I spoke. "Are you alright?"

You look quite dazed, being there on the ground looking at me. I must admit, it was quite a sight to behold, with your eyes wide and dancing. You cough almost as if trying to hide your clumsiness. "Ehe. I'm okay."

I couldn't help but slide a smirk as I extend a hand for assistance. When you grasped it with your black gloved hands, I noticed how your face was slightly flushed from the excitement. I had to admit... Seeing you clear your throat with pink-reddened cheeks and half lidded eyes of... A color I could not describe... Like water... But much more deeper."Thanks."

I tilt my head. "May I ask as to where you are going?" I inquire.

"Oh. Well,I'm pretty much bushed from training, so I'm taking a bit of a break." You smile... And something grasped me within my chest. Something... I've never quite felt before...

"So anyway, you're a Maester, right?" You say with a kind of gentle yet bold curiosity. Not envy. Not greed. Not foolish admiration, nor even apathy. Just curiosity.

"That is correct." I answer to the best of my ability. I was surprised then to hear you ask, "What's it like?"

I chuckle a bit at this innocence. Surely, you must know! But seeing you, and putting the rest together from what I've observed, I realize that of course... You couldn't know, could you? I sigh, for being a Maester... I loathed my father, didn't you know? And yet here I am, being in his footsteps... Pathetic.

"Being a Maester," I began half-heartedly, "Requires utmost determination. You must realize first-hand the need of the people of Spira and the love of Yevon. It requires self-confidence and extreme responsibility, for it is the people of Spira that looks up to you... For your leadership and help."

You seemed quite amazed. I myself am astonished. How could you reveal yourself so much? Most others would try to hide their emotions, as well as I. But you do not... Feelings pass through your face as clear as day.

"Wow... Guess it's a pretty big job, huh..." You gave a big whole-hearted grin... And I felt that strange feeling once again... You then look at the time. "Whoa! I really need to get back! Wakka's going to kill me!" You ran, and I felt that I want to know... I need to know...

"If I may inquire as to your name?"

You turn back slowly and I took in the radiance of the sun shining about you, through your soft blond locks and eyelashes... And those eyes, which captivated my very soul.

"I'm... Tidus..."

You gave me a smile and then turned to leave to your game... And that was when I knew... It wouldn't do me any satisfaction to merely see you once again and leave. No... With a wide spread smirk, I vowed that I must have you! And make you...

Mine.

Seymour smiled slightly as he placed the boy upon the white silk bed sheets. Lowering a hand and cupping his cheek, he breathed in the intoxicating scent that was Tidus. Raising his free hand he murmured, "Cure."

A distinct glow surrounded the body, and wounds inflicted from the spells were sealed. Tidus' face, which was constricted in pain earlier, relaxed in his drowsy slumber. The Maester chuckled a bit at this, commenting once again that he was just child, with remarkable innocence.

Brushing a bit of his bangs aside, Seymour smiled in content. Yes... Finally... The boy was his.

Coral: So how's that for a beginning? I hope it was great! Please comment on how you think of it!