Have A Little Fayth In Me
Summary:
It's near the end of the pilgrimage, and tension is running high. After Kimahri turns on her as they travel on Mt. Gagazet, Yuna can't trust any of her guardian's anymore and continues on alone at night. But as she gets closer, the fiends get stronger. When she's trapped against a wall and the fiends keep coming, she just prays for someone to find her. And that's when a teenage boy who calls himself Blood comes in. Now that Yuna has learned to trust someone again, does she let her trust go too far and get herself hurt, or was she meant to find a new guardian?
Chapter 1
Harder Than The Deed Itself
"It's freezingup here!" Rikku complained as she wrapped her arms around her torso. Sir Auron glanced at her with a brow raised and smug smirk on his face, and Tidus merely laughed. But how can they be so happy and carefree, even after they all knew what was going to happen at the end of the pilgrimage? I know I told them I want this journey to be full of laughter but...
We were getting closer, and I could feel my courage starting to drop. I just had to keep telling myself the good I was going to do for the people of Spira, and that my father would be proud of me, but my mind kept wandering away from the good, and began to dwell on the inevitable.
Does it hurt to die? Sometimes, it's as painless as falling asleep. But being killed by the Final Aeon did not sound all that pleasant. This was like a drawn out suicide. A sacrifice. After being with the Al Bhed side of my blood, I was starting to wonder if it was all worth it. Sure, the people of Spira are free of Sin for a while.
But it just keeps coming back.
"Yuna?" Tidus's voice snapped me from my self pitied thoughts. We were still climbing Mt. Gagazet, and I could tell by the hardening glare Kimahri held, we were getting closer to where the Ronso Tribe lived. I turned my attention to Tidus, and forced a smile.
"Yeah?" I said, with feigned cheerfulness. Tidus returned my smile, looking a little worried, and shook his head.
"Nothing. You just looked a little... Out of it." He shrugged, with a carefree smile, and when I returned the shrug, he went back to pestering Lulu and asking him all the questions any normal person of Spira would know.
But he's nothing normal, is he? Though many wouldn't believe him, I knew he was from Zanarkand from 1,000 years ago. The carefree way he strode about Spira was one dead give-away. And what also made him even more different, and even I could not find a way to look past this was that he believed he could save me from the Final Aeon and forever banish Sin.
The thought was heartwarming at first. He really did care. But then I began to doubt it. Many guardians had tried. None had succeeded. Look at my father, High Summoner Braska, for example. He and one of his guardian's, Sir Jecht, were dead. Sir Auron still remained, and how he managed to escape was a detail he would not release, and stood beside me now. But I had to try one more time...
"Sir Auron?" I stopped, and so did the rest of the guardians. Kimahri had his eyes trained to the mountain instead of me. "How did you escape with your life when you were my father's guardian?" I asked quietly. I watched his face, which was slightly masked, for any changes from the hard determination it always held.
"The explanation," He began, and I knew what the rest was. Every time I asked, he gave the same response. "Is harder than the deed itself, Yuna. I wish to explain it to you, but I can not find the words."
"Oh come on, Auron," Tidus said sarcastically, "You're hiding something!" Playfully, he punched at Auron's right arm, the one he did carry his sword in, with laughter. Auron covered Tidus's face with his free, gloved hand, muffling his laughter. He smirked as he did so, and feeling satisfied that he had answered my question to the best of his ability, he continued on.
I was angry, though I did not show it. I agreed with Tidus that he was indeed hiding something, but I did not express it. I just followed his lead and continued on behind him.
'The explanation is harder than the deed itself.' Sir Auron's words echoed in my head. It seemed to be the same for my pilgrimage. Many times, Tidus or Rikku would question me on why I was willing to sacrifice myself for Spira. I never knew what to say. Maybe I should be vague like Sir Auron?
"We are approaching Ronso Tribe." Kimahri growled. He appeared tense and ready to flee. This was so unlike him. I watched him carefully, and when he saw I was looking at him, he glanced away. There was something wrong.
But then again, everyone was a little tense. Mt. Gagazet is a sacred place, and we were marked traitors to Yevon. But if Maester Seymour decided that if everyone died, we would forever be freed of Sin, I would have to live on as a marked traitor. I would defeat Sin, and prove I was still loyal.
"Summoner Yuna," The soft growl of Maester Kelik was heard as we came to a small flat area of the Mountain.
"Maester Kelik," I replied. All of the Ronso Tribe tensed some gripping weapons.
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We had finally gotten past the Ronsos, and were once again on our way. Our feet crunched against the snow as he continued on up the slope. But as we stopped at an area that overlooked almost all of Spira, we heard snow crunching behind us. Biran and Yenke approached, with smug smiles on their face.
"Kimahri, Kimahri!" Biran chanted in a singsong voice. Yenke chuckled along with him, smirking.
"The littlest Ronso with no horn!" Yenke sneered. Kimahri snarled under his breath, his fingers tightening over the handle of his lance.
"Kimahri will not admit defeat to Biran," Biran stated with a boastful tone. "If Kimahri defeated Biran, where is Kimahri's horn?"
Tidus came to Kimahri's side in a heartbeat, but Auron grabbed him arm and pulled him back. Tidus knew what that meant, 'This is a Ronso problem.'
"Kimahri will defeat Biran and Yenke." He declared. A fight is triggered. We were pushed back out of the clearing as they began to fight. A two to one fight is so unfair though. I gripped my staff as I watched as Yenke and Biran tag-teamed him.
It was only minutes later that Kimahri was on one knee, using the lance to hold himself up right. I gripped my staff a little tighter. Maybe I should summon Valefor to help him?
But it seemed that Sir Auron could read my actions, because he gripped my staff and held it down, so I could not do the proper summoning. I had to lift my arm to summon any of the Aeons. I let my muscles loosen, unable to fight Sir Auron.
The battle was over soon enough. Kimahri was lying on his stomach in the snow, his breath heavy and melting the snow. Biran and Yenke towered over him defiantly. One more blow would have done him in. I would have been one less guardian.
"Kimahri," Yenke mused, no longer boastful, "does Kimahri want to prove he's still a Ronso?" Kimahri slowly lifted himself from the snow, and brushed it out of his dense blue fur. Yenke let a small smile pass his lips.
"Maybe little Kimahri can defeat the Yevon traitor?" Biran sniggered as he lifted a paw and pointed directly at me. Everyone but the Ronsos gasped.
"How can you say such a thing?" Lulu protested in utter shock.
"She just voiced her opinion in Bevelle, ya? And Maester Kelik has forgiven it, ya? Why make her own guardian turn on her?" Wakka spat. Kimahri let his eyes move from the Ronsos to us, obviously caught between his tribe and his duty as a guardian. Surely he wouldn't turn around and attack me, just because the Ronsos were giving him grief.
Then, there was a blood curtailing roar, and Kimahri leaped forward with his lance in hand. He really did attack me. Even after all the years he was my guardian. My friend. Even my father trusted him.
I was lost in shock. Sir Auron pushed Kimahri away from me with his sword, throwing him against the rock wall. He groaned loudly, the impact echoing throughout the mountain. There was blood in his mouth. He was dying. Sir Auron grimaced, and when he deemed that Kimahri was too weak to fight back, he approached Kimahri.
"Why?" Rikku asked as she approached him, placing her hand on his shoulder. He coughed a little, a splatter of blood dripping into the snow, turning it slightly pink. I hung my head, fighting back the tears. He may have just tried to kill me, but I was so close to him, it would be so different with him gone.
"The explanation," Kimahri wheezed. I knew what he was going to say. "Is harder than deed itself." Sir Auron, even in light of the current situation, chuckled. How can he laugh at a time like this? I got on my knees in front of Kimahri, and placed a hand on his shoulder. He was dying fast.
"I forgive you," I whispered softly. I knew he needed peace of mind before he perished. His dark eyes reflected the pain and emotional hurt he felt. I rubbed his shoulder gently, in an assuring way.
"Kimahri is sorry," He purred, slowly closing his eyes. His body finally stopped moving. He was gone.
"Goodbye, my friend." I whispered, and stood. Tears fell from my eyes, and dripped down my nose and into the snow. Tidus wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his breath on my neck.
"We'll see him in the Farplane," Tidus whispered. "After we defeat Sin. We'll tell him all about it."
I just wish I could believe him.
Author's Notes-
1-Eh, I was bored, so I decided to do an FFX fan fiction. I'm still working on my other one, though.
2- I can't believe Kimahri is dead… I never did like him though.
3- I'm still trying to decide whether I should make this a Tidus X Yuna fiction, or a Yuna X OC (Blood). What do you guys want to read?
4- R&R guys! I work faster when I know I have some readers.
Xoxo
Midnight