Author's Note: So, the following is what could have happened if Final Fantasy X wasn't just a game. This acts as a sort of sequel to my story 'Almost Lover' and Yuna will refer to that story constantly as 'that night'. So go read that first, but you don't have to if you don't wunna. This is only gonna be a few chapters long - I'm aiming for three/four, but goodness knows how long this will end up. Please enjoy! (Also, Yuna is described as 'naive' and I've most definitely incorporated that attribute into this)

Catch Me

Yuna x Seymour

Yuna POV

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying and failing to hold any heat in my body. This high up on Mt Gagazet, it felt as if we were walking through thin ice. The air was frozen, my boots were lost in shin high snow and the sky was the same color. Everything blended into a thick whitish gray haze that was painful to inhale and hurt to touch. Well, I'd been tender since… since... Well… That night. My mind played the highlights over and over again in my dreams and in my head, as I shuffled through the snow. Even when Tidus kissed me… I thought of him. I thought of how he held me, how he touched me and how he made me feel. I'd been in a state of almost constant distraction since that night. I longed for his touch again, yearned to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to taste his flesh, take it between my teeth, suckle on it softly until…

Ugh Yuna, stop it. Not only was the man I wanted as dead as dead could be but he was also the enemy. He wanted to destroy Spira and he wanted me to aid him. I didn't understand his intentions, or maybe I did. There was logic there but it couldn't be the solution. What could have possibly twisted and contorted such a beautiful and gentle man so much so that he wished for the mass genocide of an entire world? How could death be the solution when death was the problem? It didn't make any sense. I wished I could have changed his mind. If I had though, I would have sent him. There was a niggling inside me, a tiny part of my heart that was happy with the fact that he was not yet sent. It meant that there was still potential… still time… for him to… touch me again. A tingling warm sensation ran from the very pit of my stomach to my core as the thought crossed my mind. I nearly moaned aloud but caught myself at the last moment.

"You okay, Yunie?" Rikku asked, catching the sudden shift in my stance in the corner of her eye.

I nodded once. "Yes. It's horribly cold, isn't it?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I know right. Hopefully it's not too far to the summit. Auron says we're gonna rest for the night there."

I sighed and my eyes fell to the ground, watching my feet shuffle through the deep snow. Eventually after a little small talk, Rikku began to speed up and went to walk with Tidus at the head of the party. I wasn't much of a conversation anymore. My mind kept wandering back, dreaming of things that could never happen. So I kept wandering forward almost behind all of my guardians. Of course, Kimahri wouldn't want me to vulnerable from behind so he was purposely walking slowly behind me, just in case. My thoughts were so absorbed with dark, almost insane fantasies; I didn't even notice that Rikku and Tidus had stopped at the corner. It was only went Rikku came running from behind us, shouting and yelling something not completely comprehensible that I realized… Tidus was in danger.

"What is it, Rikku?" Auron said calmly but firmly, taking the girl by the shoulder with his free hand, perhaps trying to calm her.

She shook her head, babbling as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Tidus is… behind us… Seymour!"

My eyes caught hers the moment she said his name. A shiver rolled down my spine and I knew by instinct that it was not due to the icy chill pervading the air. Her eyes only told the story of how scared she was. That was how I should have felt. My feelings were at a loss. I didn't know how I should have felt. I was torn between my true feelings and how I was supposed to feel. Stuck between my head and my heart. Caught between right and wrong. I could never love him because he wanted to kill everyone. I could never love him because he couldn't love me. And yet, I still loved him anyway as nonsensical it seemed. There was nothing holding me to him, nothing at all. We had conflicting views but maybe that was what brought us together. Opposites attract after all.

"Now is your time to die. Prepare yourself, son of Jecht," he said, the sound of his voice reverberating quietly off the icy walls. I could only hear it now because I'd learned of his presence. My senses seemed to heighten, all of a sudden at the mention of his presence. The smooth pronunciation of each word, the way his lips caressed each syllable and how his tongue caught on a name I knew so very well, making the familiar unfamiliar. My knees became weak, just hearing the sound of his voice. My heartbeat fluttered and the memories became somewhat, more explicit than I previously remembered.

My guardians rushed back with me tagging along, all hoping they weren't too late to protect Tidus. Of course, we weren't. Tidus stood there, a few feet from Seymour, his body positioned in a defensive half crouch.

"Not if I can help it!" Tidus shot back, anguish tangled into his tone, perhaps due to the mention of his father.

"Save some for Kimahri!"

I glanced at the Ronso, who had sworn to protect my life as we ran forward to join Tidus' side. If he only knew… that I did not regard Seymour as an enemy. My heart didn't want to believe what my head knew was too true. I felt no threat in presence despite the fact that he had just threatened to kill Tidus. The moment I lay my eyes on him again, it felt like I had not been truly seeing in the past few weeks. Or had it been months? I honestly couldn't remember. Since that night, the days and nights blurred in one endless purgatory where I was stuck between heaven and hell. The hard part was knowing which was which, because appearances were so deceiving.

His eyes caught mine and my lips parted, suddenly breathless as my pounding heart demanded more oxygen. "Lady Yuna, it is a pleasure," he said and the way his lips curled around my name sent more of those strange shivers down my spine. However, the more my eyes swept over those protruding veins on his face and those unnaturally bright blue eyes, duty overpowered me. It only reminded me of those moments I'd gazed at him, curled up in his tight embrace on the floor in his rented property in Bevelle. I begged him to let me send him, after trying to convince him why to live was better than death. He didn't belong here on this mortal coil. He didn't belong with me and neither me with him, much to my heart's despair. I didn't belong in his arms or in his bed. His tongue didn't have a place entwined with mine and he never belonged inside me, physically or in my heart.

"Yuna," Lulu said, intention clear in her voice.

In that moment, I prepared myself to send him, trying to keep a brave face when all I wanted to do was run into his arms and beg for him to make me feel whole again. Truth be told, I'd felt so empty since that night. Physically yes, I'd been stretched to the point where it didn't feel right with not having something between my legs but… emotionally too. I didn't realize until that night that I did indeed love him. Of course, if I had told anyone about what I did with Seymour, they'd say I'd fallen in love with sex rather than the man himself. I was sure I loved Seymour. I'd kissed Tidus after all… and I felt nothing for him. I enjoyed the kiss only because it reminded me of him. Only because it reminded me of that night…

"A sending, so soon?" He said, his question clearly rhetorical but I carried on. "Allow me to say something to the last Ronso before I leave."

His words caught me off guard and I stopped only to focus on him. What did he mean by the last Ronso? Something in the pit of my stomach told me that I really and truly did not want to know or believe it.

"Yours was... truly a gallant race. They threw themselves at me to bar my path. One... after another..." He said, chuckling darkly every now and again. I shook my head in disbelief. How could he do such a thing? How could he… I should have known. This was the man who killed his own father, after all. I shook my head and took a step back, wanting nothing more to fall to my knees and cry. It was my fault. I should have just let him use me when he'd asked before. So many had died because of me… Seymour himself, Kinoc and now, the Ronso tribe. Who else was going to be sacrificed to allow his nightmare to become reality?

"No…" Kimahri whispered, a pained and heartbroken sound. A sound that made me want to cry even more. I should have given myself up to him completely. More and more people were going to die if I didn't… but wouldn't they anyway, if Seymour got his way? If I gave up that last little bit of free will I had, maybe if I dedicated my life and death to preventing Seymour from destroying the world… if that was what I had to do, then I would do it. However, I found it to be selfish as well, because I did not object to the descision at all. I was so completely in love with that wicked man… giving up the rest of my existence for him did not disgust or horrify me.

"Kimahri…" I murmured sympathetically.

"You could end the suffering of this poor Ronso," Seymour said, a horrible little smile on his lips. His lips… I could barely tear my eyes way from them to look into his eyes. Behind that mask of darkness and corruptness, I could see gentility there; a gentility that I only ever saw when he looked at me.

"I don't understand you!" I cried, all those muddled up feelings swarming in my chest and welling up in my throat.

He turned around and walked over to the edge of the path, looking down into that whitish gray haze. "Allow Kimahri to die and release him from his pain," he explained. "Spira… is a land of suffering and sorrow caught in a spiral of death. To destroy – to heal – Spira, I will become Sin."

I shook my head, knowing all too well his plans that he seemed so obsessed with. He turned around to look at me again, and I remembered how his glance felt as physical as his touch that night, and it did again there. The force of it nearly made me fall back but I stood my ground, un-breaking. I needed to be strong for the sake of my guardians.

"Yes, with your help. Come with me, Yuna," he said, losing the formalities. He was speaking to me, the girl, not the summoner. I wanted to believe that he wanted me for me, not for my abilities as a summoner. I didn't want to destroy Spira or die summoning the Final Aeon. Perhaps if I did go with him, there would be something in it for me until we reached Zanarkand. No, I would never forgive myself if I went with him. My guardians would never forgive me. Giving myself to Seymour for him to become my Final Aeon… was like me stealing the right to sign Spira's death warrant.

My gaze fell to feet, unable to answer him. I hated all of these muddled feelings, so much! Why couldn't my path be simple and linear and not the complicated labyrinth of emotions and turmoil I was currently undergoing? It wasn't fair! Love was going to destroy me and make me do things I'd never be able to forget and always regret.

Tidus moved to stand in front of me then, relieving me from the bittersweet torture of Seymour's gaze. His sword was in his hand, ready to fight for me. All of them were. But was I? Could I really fight him again? The last time… we'd won but only because I was still so annoyed for not letting me send him after all I'd done. But now… Time had boiled my emotions towards him down to a raw feeling, and that feeling I believed to be love.

"Once I have become the next Sin, your father will be freed again," Seymour said in response to Tidus' movement. His words were strange… like he was suggesting that Tidus' father, Sir Jecht, was trapped somewhere. I inhaled sharply, realizing something I should have known a long time ago. Was Sir Jecht Sin? Was it him who became my father's Final Aeon, and now he was trapped inside Sin, controlling it subconsciously from the inside like how Seymour wanted to?

Tidus struggled with what to say, hanging his head before he came to his senses. "What do you know?" he yelled before shooting forward to attack Seymour.

"Pitiful mortal," he said, quickly taking to the air and some kind of mechanical being ascended behind him. "Your hope ends here!" Suddenly, he appeared no longer human but similar to that strange robotic thing he had become before in Bevelle, except this time he was seated on that weapon he had summoned forth. "And your meaningless existence with it!"

My guardians had a quick discussion over who would fight first. They always fought in threes instead of fighting all at once. I guessed it was useful strategy that gave everyone a chance to rest if things got too rough. Auron, Tidus and Lulu were the first to fight and I stayed back with Rikku, Wakka and Kimahri, watching from afar. They managed to take down a good deal of his defenses, with Auron first using Armor Break, Tidus using Hastega and Lulu using Bio to poison him. After that, they went on to start hitting with all they had, and I flinched every time Seymour was hurt.

I wanted to stop them, wanted to stop all of this but I couldn't. Seymour kept stabbing them with his lance, not only inflicting some painful damage but also the Zombie ailment before finishing off both Lulu and Tidus with Full-Life. Auron managed to use the last tufts of Phoenix Down we had bringing them back before switching out with Rikku, who healed them with Curaga. Tidus looked at me, wanting to switch. I gulped and ran over. He touched my hand before running back.

I gazed up at Seymour, terrified. The tremors shook through my body, rattling my bones. He turned to me, gazing through those strange robotic eyes before casting Reflect, on me. I scratched my head, confused. It was only then I realized Rikku had already cast Reflect on him so he couldn't heal, so he then cast Curaga on me which reflected back on him, healing him significantly. I focused on using Esuna to rid anyone of the Zombie status, and when no one was a Zombie, Protect and Shell. I was a White Mage after all, I didn't really know any Black Magic, not that it would have worked anyway, seeming he had Reflect on him. Lulu and Tidus quickly switched, after she realized she wasn't going to be much help anymore.

Rikku turned away suddenly and crouched down, mixing two items she stolen from various fiends. She threw it at him with all the force she had, and the device was so blinding I could barely see. She then used Dispel on me, getting rid of Reflect so he wouldn't be able to heal himself. However, the machine thing he was sitting on began to flash and I swear I heard him chuckle darkly. I decided to try a different strategy. I would talk to him.

"Don't do this!" I cried.

He ignored me and stabbed Rikku with his lance before casting Full-Life on her. She fell to the ground, her landing softened by the cold snow. I used Life to bring her back and Auron quickly switched with her. Wakka called out to me and I switched with him. Kimahri wanted his chance too so he switched with Tidus. However, before they could even attack, Seymour attacked with all he had, including lasers and missiles and a huge explosion. I was knocked off my feet due to the force of it, as were the rest of us standing back. All three of them on the front line fell, completely wiped out from violent outburst. I held my breath as Tidus and Rikku tried to move their exhausted bodies to swap with them but Seymour was too fast and finished them off with his lance. I glanced at Lulu, terrified. We couldn't take him on by ourselves. Even if I casted Life, he'd just bring them down again.

Lulu was the first to move forward and she raised her one free hand in surrender. I followed suit, raising both of my hands, knowing that there was no way on Spira we'd survive another onslaught.

Seymour chuckled. "How wise of both of you," he said, his voice faintly metallic. "Take them."

Before I knew it, Guado guardians had quickly surrounded us. One grabbed my wrists from above me and held them behind my back. My staff fell to the snowy ground as I the Guado twisted my arms, digging his long nails in my flesh and I cried out. I watched as Lulu completely resisted being touched by the Guado and followed behind them freely, holding her puppet tight in her grasp. I was led behind her, back the way we came. My guardians that had been knocked out in the fight were being lifted by the Guado. No one was being left behind. I'd suddenly lost any remnants of hope I'd had left after that. I glanced up at Seymour as we were taken away, and I doubted just a little if my love for him was true.

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