FINAL FANTASY X-2: UNFINISHED BUSINESS
Written by RoseDincht
Author's Note: First and foremost, I am NOT a fan of Final Fantasy X-2 at all, so I dont' own the game. If I did, I would've had Yuna keep both her clothes and her brainstem. Final Fantasy X, X-2, and their characters belong to Square-Enix. This is my version of Final Fantasy X-2, what I had hoped the sequel to the game would have been. I must warn you though, if you dislike the following, I advise you to not read this story: Tidus NOT being revived, dresspheres and garment grids NOT existing, the GullwingsNOT existing, no singing/random concerts, use of original characters, and a lesbian relationship. And Paine will still be making an appearance. You have been warned. I only own this fic and my OC's. Nothing more. Please read and review.
PROLOGUE
He was gone. Never to be seen again. Never to be heard from again. As Sin fell for the final time, the Fayth had stopped dreaming. And when they stopped dreaming, he vanished completely.
I never saw him again.
Two years had passed. Two years of nothing but that lonely, empty feeling. Each day I walked on the beach, staring out at the sea, thinking that someday he would come back to this place. But I when I think back to that time of emptiness, when I would wait for him to somehow appear... I feel that deep down, I knew it was a futile effort. As much as I wanted to believe it could happen, that I would just whistle and he would come running like he used to...
I knew that would never happen again.
Lulu and Wakka were always so concerned. I remember walking along the beach and falling onto my knees, crying as hard as I could. I couldn't take the emptiness, the loneliness. I wanted him back. I wanted to be in his arms again. I wanted to see his face. It was all too much for me. I wasn't on the ground for less than a minute before I felt Lulu's arms around me, holding me close as I sobbed into her shoulder.
She never said anything, but I knew that she understood what I was going through. She had lost Chappu, after all. It wasn't easy for her to deal with. To be honest, when I looked into her eyes while she held me, I could see the same pain and loss in her that I was feeling. Perhaps my sorrow was reminding her of the sorrow she had once felt.
I don't know why, it seems blasphemous to think of it... but losing him felt worse than losing my father. And losing my father seemed to be the worst thing that could have possibly happened to me. Why is it that the two people I had loved so dearly were the ones that were taken from me?
It wasn't fair.
I just wasn't fair...
The pain I felt, the things I was going through... I thought I would die with all the sorrow inside of me. I went to sleep at night with tears in my eyes, I cried while I ate my dinner, I could no longer look at the ocean without feeling some sort of pain. It was as if the sorrow inside of me was a poison, and the tears I had cried were fractions of my life, leaving me.
As if the pyreflies within me had transformed into tears...
One morning, it stormed all night long. Thunder drowned out the sounds of my cries, the sky was black, bolts of lightning shook the world and the wind was howling. It was as if the heavens were crying for him as well. As if they too could not bear to go on without him in this world. At least, that's how I felt then.
Perhaps there was a different meaning behind that storm. Perhaps the heavens were crying for another reason.
Perhaps they cried, not for my suffering... but for yours
You had suffered greatly before you came here. Your suffering was much greater than mine. Perhaps they believed you to be dead, just as the rest of us did. Perhaps they were crying because they weren't ready to lose another great person.
At least, that's what I believe now...
I will never forget the day I met you. On the beach, when the storm had finally subsided...