A/N: Just a bit of fluff for my favourite pairing. Well, I know it isn't really very fluffy, so for all you fluff readers out there, please direct me to some good ones! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X, or any of its characters.
This is based at the end of FFX, if Tidus hadn't disintegrated. Well, I know there's a loophole in the plot, but I just wanted to write this as a tribute to the FFX Tuna. So... yeah. Enjoy!
The end of a day was nearing again.
The sun, beginning to return to its hiding-place beneath the vast land, painted the sky an iridescent hue. A streak of orange stretched across it, the only stain in the pure purple sky, like a well-placed stroke from a painter.
Two people sat side by side on the edge of a cliff – they wanted to watch the sun setting; the most precious, and most beautiful scene in a day.
Yuna, her head leaning on Tidus' shoulder, was nestled comfortably between a huge rock and his arms. Utterly content, she let out a satisfied sigh. Tidus glanced at her, his expression one of amusement – the topological view of Spira, like a map, was laid out at their feet. The stadium, the winding roads, the trees – everything seemed so small and unreal, an insignificant part of their unworried, unhurried lives. He, too, let out a content sigh.
From the depths of the horizon came a hawk's piercing cry – a cry of triumph. Triumph over the fate Spira had avoided, triumph for the happy ending the couple had gotten – and deserved.
They'd gone through so much – the tears, the sweat, the blood, the separation, the heartbreak… Nobody else would ever experience that; they hoped nobody else had to. They'd be the last pair of lovers having to endure that kind of pain – pain, now almost impossible in an undisturbed, unperturbed Spira.
A new, peaceful Spira.
The bright orange orb, like a fiery, burning reincarnation of Sin, was now almost completely consumed by the land; the reincarnation of a past terror, now one of the most beautiful scenes in the world.
The couple got up, ready to go home. Home, where their friends and families were – a home Tidus could go back to without doubting its existence.
"Tidus, why do you think the sunset is so short?" Came the question, as they were on their way back.
"Er, I don't know."
"Well, make up an explanation, then."
"Well… I think the sunset is too beautiful, it used up all its beauty in a few minutes – if it were less striking, less scenic, perhaps it'd last longer… maybe even forever." Like us was what he wanted to say, but he dropped it off in the end; yet, having known each other for so long, each could tell what the other was thinking.
Yuna playfully punched Tidus; their laughter, like the melody in the accompaniment of the cries of the cicada, could be heard all around– the laughter of a reunited couple, the laughter of peace, the laughter of joy, the laughter of love.
Love, like it'd never changed.
It never had.