Author's notes: This is the first fic that I've written for a while, as well as the first I've uploaded onto the internet. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.
The story takes place shortly after Braska, Auron and Jecht arrive in Besaid.
Enjoy.
Breathing deep of the fresh sea air, a wile, well tanned pirate of a man sighed at the never before seen beauty ahead of him, soft, warm, golden sand embraced his naked toes, vibrant, lush greenery bloomed lavishly around him, rich, earthy, sea-battered cliffs jutted fittingly from the surrounding landscape and there he stood, basking in the tranquility.
"How did I know you'd be here?" a calm yet stern voice interrupted his daydreaming.
"Ha ha, ya know… this place, this place is really something, the colours and shit, it's just beautiful, ya get me?" he replied, ignoring the sarcastic intent of the unseen male's voice.
The second man laughed, casually emerging from behind an earthy outcrop, his blazing red waistcoat lapping gently in the early morning breeze "you have a real way with words Jecht, have I ever told you that?".
Grinning wildly the tanned man glanced over for a moment before turning his attention to the sky above, it's vibrant blues enough to take the breath of any man away, "even the sky is new here" Jecht's voice croaked suddenly adopting a solemn tone.
The coated man settled against a rock face close by and let out a deep, relaxed sigh "thinking of home again?" he questioned, knowing the answer all too well already. "One day" Jecht's gravel-like voice moaned nostalgically "one day I'll bring them here, I'll show them all the shit there is to see, outside of those frickin' machina cities". He bent down and plucked a smooth pebble from the sand, examining it's shape as he straightened again.
"On second thought, the kid'd be in tears by now" Jecht laughed half heartedly.
"Tears?" Auron's serious tone inquired with mild curiosity.
"Yeah, he's too set in the machina generation, he'd just whine about getting home".
With a sudden heave of energy Jecht threw the small stone out to sea, smiling triumphantly as the faint "plop" reached his ears.
"A chip off the old block eh?" Auron's sarcastic voice picked up.
"Ha ha far from it" Jecht turned to his companion. He flexed his bare muscles rolling his arm around by the shoulder joint, "ahh, seriously though, this place can get fuckin' boring, we need some action".
Auron glanced over the top of his thin frames, a glint of excitement building in his dark pupils "now your sounding like the Jecht I know".