+ A drink to old times to welcome the new +
By: Shinsei_na_inochi
Disclaimer: I don't own FF10...
The night was cool as he stood there looking at the Blitzball Stadium from high above. It was just like Jecht said it was when he told Lord Braska's daughter Yuna stories of it. Every detail, the lights, the people and the very air itself stirred by the excitement of the oncoming tournament. People her e in Zanarkand were acting just like those of Spira before a blitzball game. Happy, nothing could ruin it. The two worlds were much alike but this world didn't have Sin. Sin... he wondered how Tidus would take the news. He'd probably think he was crazy. Then again, the boy never that rational anyhow. He tended to overreact; it was quite annoying at times. Even though he knew Tidus would hate to admit it, he was very much like his father.
He grunted, annoyed once again, how Tidus could love being the center of attention constantly was unbelievable. He watched Tidus talk to a group of people that had gathered near his house. Shaking his head, he turned to walk away. It would be happening soon...
"Spira... it's been ten years" he found himself saying. Spira... his home. It was odd to hear his own voice again. He hadn't spoken in so long. It sounded so much older. He stopped and looked at himself in one of Zanarkand's brightly-lit fountains. He's aged so much... Surprising considering the fact that he was supposed to be... Well never mind, that wasn't important. What WAS important was his promise to Jecht. Also his promise to Lord Braska ... Braska... Jecht. ... He missed his two good friends. Giggles snapped him out of his thoughts. A group of young teenage girls were sitting on the other side of the fountain staring at him. The talked to each other behind their hands and blushed furiously when he gave all of them a long, hard look. He turned around and walked away before any of them gathered the courage to talk to him. He smirked at the disappointed groans behind him.
Women... he'd never get them. That's one of the reasons he became a warrior monk... besides his faith in Yevon. Ahem... correction: PAST faith in Yevon.
He stood one the edge of a building now. The wind whipped violently at his scarlet trench coat. He looked at a large globe of water accumulating in the air. Jecht... He raised his jug towards it.
Jecht...
I'll keep my promise to you... no matter what...
And... he would. He'd waited a long time for this and now felt himself ready. He took a swing of his drink. The alcohol burned his throat momentarily before warmth in his stomach. Auron turned then and made his way slowly to the stadium. He ignored the screaming frantic people and the droplets of water dampening his hair. He walked at a leisurely pace. His destination? The Blitzball Stadium, of coarse.
By: Shinsei_na_inochi
Disclaimer: I don't own FF10...
The night was cool as he stood there looking at the Blitzball Stadium from high above. It was just like Jecht said it was when he told Lord Braska's daughter Yuna stories of it. Every detail, the lights, the people and the very air itself stirred by the excitement of the oncoming tournament. People her e in Zanarkand were acting just like those of Spira before a blitzball game. Happy, nothing could ruin it. The two worlds were much alike but this world didn't have Sin. Sin... he wondered how Tidus would take the news. He'd probably think he was crazy. Then again, the boy never that rational anyhow. He tended to overreact; it was quite annoying at times. Even though he knew Tidus would hate to admit it, he was very much like his father.
He grunted, annoyed once again, how Tidus could love being the center of attention constantly was unbelievable. He watched Tidus talk to a group of people that had gathered near his house. Shaking his head, he turned to walk away. It would be happening soon...
"Spira... it's been ten years" he found himself saying. Spira... his home. It was odd to hear his own voice again. He hadn't spoken in so long. It sounded so much older. He stopped and looked at himself in one of Zanarkand's brightly-lit fountains. He's aged so much... Surprising considering the fact that he was supposed to be... Well never mind, that wasn't important. What WAS important was his promise to Jecht. Also his promise to Lord Braska ... Braska... Jecht. ... He missed his two good friends. Giggles snapped him out of his thoughts. A group of young teenage girls were sitting on the other side of the fountain staring at him. The talked to each other behind their hands and blushed furiously when he gave all of them a long, hard look. He turned around and walked away before any of them gathered the courage to talk to him. He smirked at the disappointed groans behind him.
Women... he'd never get them. That's one of the reasons he became a warrior monk... besides his faith in Yevon. Ahem... correction: PAST faith in Yevon.
He stood one the edge of a building now. The wind whipped violently at his scarlet trench coat. He looked at a large globe of water accumulating in the air. Jecht... He raised his jug towards it.
Jecht...
I'll keep my promise to you... no matter what...
And... he would. He'd waited a long time for this and now felt himself ready. He took a swing of his drink. The alcohol burned his throat momentarily before warmth in his stomach. Auron turned then and made his way slowly to the stadium. He ignored the screaming frantic people and the droplets of water dampening his hair. He walked at a leisurely pace. His destination? The Blitzball Stadium, of coarse.