Hello! This is my first fanfiction ever! It's basically a story of Auron and a certain somebody else, and their life. I've actually only played bits of FFX and X-2, but something about Auron just stuck with me...So yeah! For now, this story is rated PG-13, but it's basically guaranteed to change to R. Sorry about that...It's just how it has to be! (There won't be anything too terrible in it, just some gore, language...and maybe some extra fluff...) Anyway, this is chapter one, which is just a little intro to the story! Hope you enjoy!

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More Than Meets the Eye

By: Jaiida Toshi

Chapter 1: A Pair of Blue Eyes

The end was near. I suppose I had known all along that the end would come some day. I guess I just never actually thought about the subject long enough to actually see the end come. Until now, that is.

I was unable to even accept the thought of my summoner dieing, let alone actually think about it. Being that I was so unable to think of this fact, I had devised a new plan. My summoner wasn't going to die. Not as long as I could help it.

Still, no matter how I thought about it, I knew that facing Sin head on wasn't the way. It just wasn't. Why did I decide to do it that way, then?

Her chin was held firm, and her eyes were directly on Sin, no where else. They were a sparkly, almost baby-blue color, and usually had the most gentle glow coming from them. However, as she glared angrily at the monster in front of us, those normally gentle eyes appeared to be cooler than ice itself. With her long golden hair blowing in every direction with the wind, she held tightly onto her summoning staff, and gently tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, chewing on her lip with a slight nervousness to it.

I could tell she had swallowed, and then, taking a deep breath, she said, without a hint of anxiety or nervousness to her tone, "Alright everybody, let's go."

I had expected her to say something more like, "This is it. This is where we defeat Sin. Here," but she didn't say anything else. She glanced at her other three guardians, who were just some misfits from around Spira, and then to me. Our eyes met, and with almost a silent apology from her, her eyes left mine, and she took a step toward Sin.

"This is it," she said then, just as I had figured she would. She turned, with her hair, shining almost red in the early morning sunlight, and faced us all once more. Again, our eyes met, but almost as soon as they did, she turned her face from me, and back toward Sin.

I wondered if there was a reason that she was purposely avoiding me, but I couldn't tell for sure. She seemed suddenly unsure of herself, and suddenly apologetic. As if there was something she wanted to tell me, but somehow couldn't.

Before any other thoughts could pass my mind, the battle was on. Sin attacked first, with a spell I'd never before seen, wiping out one of our guardians. Blood sprayed from his body, and I could tell the others were all feeling queasy. Except for my summoner. She kept her head firm, taking a deep breath, and simply just closed her eyes slowly, and reopened them. Our two remaining guardians, excluding myself, attacked, only to be either killed or brutally wounded. The first one to attack was literally torn in half, but the other fought on.

It was then that I knew it was suicide. I felt ill, like I was about to vomit, but not from the scenes I had just viewed. The reasoning behind my sudden ill feelings was the knowledge that it was I who had been so eager for a way out, that I had sent my summoner to her death, as well as the rest of us. I always said the end was near. Now, however, I realized that the end wasn't at all as near as I figured. It was here.

Perhaps if my head wasn't so in thought, so dazed, I could have done something. I could have yelled to the three of us that were remaining to retreat. I was, after, all, basically in charge.

I was snapped back to life by the screams from my last remaining comrade as he was torn in half just as the one before him. I opened my moth to yell to my summoner, only to have the strangest feeling occur.

It's hard for me to say, but for all I know, what happened could have been Sin's attack. Yet, for some reason, it seems like something more.

My summoner turned her head, and looked at me. Her eyes shone with a gentle brightness like they usually did, and there seemed to be brightness all around her. In fact, the light was so bright, that I couldn't even make her out very well, other than in a blur.

I saw her lips move, as if she was saying something to me, but I didn't hear what it was. I figured I was dying.

The next thing I knew, the light grew so intense that I assumed I would be blinded, and then darkness followed.

I don't know when it was that I awoke, but I did. The three bodies of my comrades, my friends, were sprawled out around me, but Sin was gone. And Sin wasn't the only one that had disappeared. My summoner had gone with. She was no where to be found.

My chest heaved, and sweat drenched my entire body. Sitting up, and looking around, for I realized I knew not why my heart was racing so, I could only blink a few times. A dream, that's all it was. But a dream of what? I spent the rest of the night pondering on this thought. The only thing that entered my mind were two gentle blue eyes…But what 'gentle blue eyes'? I scoffed myself, and lay my head back down into my soft pillow, staring up at the stars that twinkled above my head, my thoughts elsewhere. I knew of no 'blue eyes', let alone gentle ones.

Giving a gentle laugh, for I found myself laughing at the thought of me falling for blue eyes. But for some reason, those blue eyes stayed in my head with me for the rest of the night.

I slept outside. I hated being inside. Being inside made me feel caged in, like a wild animal. Being inside reminded me of something I couldn't put to words, and just made me feel locked up. So, I slept outside. For the most part, anyway. Besides, when I was inside, it only gave me this nostalgic feel from the past. I didn't like thinking of the past.

I loved the stars. I couldn't explain why that was, but my love for them was almost unconditional. I scoffed myself again, thinking, "Damn Auron, if you don't get these poetic thoughts out of your head, you may just go soft."

I guess you could describe me as a rather uncaring person. For some time now, I had been extremely laid-back and simple, as well as fairly opinionated. If someone didn't agree with me, I made sure they agreed with me. That's just how I was.

I was the most famous guardian in all of Spira, although I was actually quite unaware of why. In my opinion, I'd never done anything worthy of being called 'great', and couldn't see why it was that so many decided to employ me the way they did. I turned every which one of those potential summoner-wannabes down that requested my help. It was just how I was. I didn't want to be a guardian to just anybody. After all, pilgrimages always made me remember the past. Or at least, the bits of the past that I was able to remember.

For the most part, my past was fuzzy, and I was only reminded of it with certain objects every now and then.

Sighing, I simply stared at the stars for a little longer, and then, closing my eyes, dipped into an almost uneasy sleep.