My Shooting Star
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Disclaimer: *INSERT DISCLAIMER HERE*
A/N: I really truly adore the Aurikku coupling. Not only because Auron and Rikku are hopelessly wonderful together (they happen to be my favorite FFX characters, imagine that), but because they've inspired me to actually post a fan fic.
This is an angsty little ficlet from Rikku's POV. Everybody has a deep side, and I delved into hers. She's grieving over Auron. I know there have been countless "Rikku-reflects-on-Auron's-death" fics, but the way I see it. there can never be too many Aurikkus!
Some things I mention in here didn't happen in the game but are supposed to tie into another Aurikku fic I hope to write soon. So please, no confused comments saying "Auron didn't cry in the game! What are you talking about?" That will all be written out in due time, I hope.
I dedicate this ficcy to my friend Fernalidana, who puts up with my obsessions and who I share many an inside joke with.
* * *
You were real.
Your skin was warm. Your tears were wet. Your heart's slow, steady beat couldn't hope to betray the reality of your long ago demise.
You were so-alive, in your grief.
I used to try to steal glances at your one remaining eye, always hidden behind the shades. I succeeded, and it near frightened me. Your eye was deep and dark, full of hidden sadness and loneliness and perhaps even fear and insecurity. You wore those glasses to hide the past, didn't you? You kept it all caged up inside, until.
Until you let yourself break, just once.
I cried with you that night, cried with all my heart and soul, and I thought-I hoped-I could make everything all right for you. I wanted to soothe your scarred heart, to keep you enfolded in my arms, to let you know you didn't have to be alone.
But now you're gone.
Gone to rest after ten long years of torment and anguish and determination to fulfill a promise.
You were lost in this world. You were lost in yourself.
I hate you sometimes, hate you for what you had let yourself become. I hate you for the way you looked at me, like you were probing my very soul. I hate you because you were so damn beautiful in your solitude.
I hate you because I love you.
I didn't cry when you left, you know. I didn't cry because the moment was so wonderful, so exquisite. It was all too beautiful to be darkened with sadness. My final memory of you is forever in my mind, a glowing vision of you, undimmed by tears.
I can taste my tears on the tip of my tongue now.
Your name is now just a shadow upon my lips, forever bound to the words I could never tell you while you were still here. They're now the words I'll never get a chance to say.
All I can do now is whisper them to the sky.
Kuutpoa, so bnaleuic uha. E muja oui. Oui'na so cruudehk cdyn.
(Goodbye, my precious one. I love you. You're my shooting star.)
* * *
It's awful when your own work makes you sad, isn't it? Heheh.
So you see? Even perky little Rikku has to have a deep side. I would love it if you guys reviewed, but I'd rather not receive any little comments that are anti-Aurikku. (I will not start a rant. I will not start a rant. I will not start a rant.)
As for the "other" fic that could come off of this, I'll certainly write it if the inspiration hits me. And if people like, I may post it here. I dunno. We'll just have to see! ^_^
~Pickle~
Disclaimer: *INSERT DISCLAIMER HERE*
A/N: I really truly adore the Aurikku coupling. Not only because Auron and Rikku are hopelessly wonderful together (they happen to be my favorite FFX characters, imagine that), but because they've inspired me to actually post a fan fic.
This is an angsty little ficlet from Rikku's POV. Everybody has a deep side, and I delved into hers. She's grieving over Auron. I know there have been countless "Rikku-reflects-on-Auron's-death" fics, but the way I see it. there can never be too many Aurikkus!
Some things I mention in here didn't happen in the game but are supposed to tie into another Aurikku fic I hope to write soon. So please, no confused comments saying "Auron didn't cry in the game! What are you talking about?" That will all be written out in due time, I hope.
I dedicate this ficcy to my friend Fernalidana, who puts up with my obsessions and who I share many an inside joke with.
* * *
You were real.
Your skin was warm. Your tears were wet. Your heart's slow, steady beat couldn't hope to betray the reality of your long ago demise.
You were so-alive, in your grief.
I used to try to steal glances at your one remaining eye, always hidden behind the shades. I succeeded, and it near frightened me. Your eye was deep and dark, full of hidden sadness and loneliness and perhaps even fear and insecurity. You wore those glasses to hide the past, didn't you? You kept it all caged up inside, until.
Until you let yourself break, just once.
I cried with you that night, cried with all my heart and soul, and I thought-I hoped-I could make everything all right for you. I wanted to soothe your scarred heart, to keep you enfolded in my arms, to let you know you didn't have to be alone.
But now you're gone.
Gone to rest after ten long years of torment and anguish and determination to fulfill a promise.
You were lost in this world. You were lost in yourself.
I hate you sometimes, hate you for what you had let yourself become. I hate you for the way you looked at me, like you were probing my very soul. I hate you because you were so damn beautiful in your solitude.
I hate you because I love you.
I didn't cry when you left, you know. I didn't cry because the moment was so wonderful, so exquisite. It was all too beautiful to be darkened with sadness. My final memory of you is forever in my mind, a glowing vision of you, undimmed by tears.
I can taste my tears on the tip of my tongue now.
Your name is now just a shadow upon my lips, forever bound to the words I could never tell you while you were still here. They're now the words I'll never get a chance to say.
All I can do now is whisper them to the sky.
Kuutpoa, so bnaleuic uha. E muja oui. Oui'na so cruudehk cdyn.
(Goodbye, my precious one. I love you. You're my shooting star.)
* * *
It's awful when your own work makes you sad, isn't it? Heheh.
So you see? Even perky little Rikku has to have a deep side. I would love it if you guys reviewed, but I'd rather not receive any little comments that are anti-Aurikku. (I will not start a rant. I will not start a rant. I will not start a rant.)
As for the "other" fic that could come off of this, I'll certainly write it if the inspiration hits me. And if people like, I may post it here. I dunno. We'll just have to see! ^_^
~Pickle~