Chapter Two
I know that this is not goodbye. I think that night- after Wakka spoke to me- I had an awakening. Not spiritual of course, since my faith in Yevon had deteriorated. But that night, I had an awakening in my understanding of life. Wakka had the ability to make everything clear in a few words. So did Chappu. I understood that night that Wakka was happy with his life. Even I had no right to take away his happiness. As long as I was by him and he could speak with me, he would be forever satisfied with everything. I guess that's where I made my discovery. Life is tough no matter what. But there are certain things that light the way for us to make our journey through Spira, the world of darkness. For Wakka, I was the light that shined his days. I gave him joy and I made him cherish life. To take him into the Farplane would be cruel. He did not need to be free from suffering. He wasn't suffering while he lived because he spent his time by me. There was no reason to kill him and deliver him to bliss, because he was already in it with me.
Wakka explained much to me. I guess he showed me that not everyone has to endure life, some people can enjoy it. Did Seymour every understand that? I bet he never met anyone like Wakka who actually could tolerate the harsh cruelty of life. Everything Seymour put up with was full of pain; Seymour caused so much of it. I did not want to cause pain. I wanted to heal it. But I understood that circumstances were different for everyone. Some people were living life and enjoying it. They were in no need to be healed because their grief and pain were shadowed by happiness. I was on a mission to find who needed to be healed. I would give them the death and peace they craved so much. I knew I could not make any mistakes. I was close to making a mistake with Wakka; the results would have been disastrous. How many people adored life like Wakka? How many people had a light that shined the way through life's trials? I had to find out. Some beings did not have that light, and life would be torturous.
I woke up before everyone else the next day. Strange considering I was the last to go to sleep, save for the ever-watchful guardians Kimahri and Auron. I did not recall much of what happened after Wakka and I talked. He made a large impression on me. I did my morning routine of getting myself ready. I dressed, arranged my hair neatly, picked up Wicked Cait Sith who was busy taking a cat nap (he always manages to make me smile), and went outside. It was still dark and the sun was only peaking over the horizon. I guessed I didn't sleep very long. The fire had long since gone out and I quickly cast a weak Fira spell. Cait Sith looked satisfied. I watched the fire tremble as winds blew across the flames. Gently I poured magic into the fire, making it grow strong against the forces that tried to smother. It was times like these I loved. I had no worries and no regrets during moments when I was lost in the creation of magic. It was different during a battle. I could just relax and enjoy the rewards of my powers. The fact that I could still enjoy magic reminded me I was still alive and could still feel emotion.
"Hi Lulu! It's so quiet… is everyone else asleep?" piped a high-pitched voice. I turned away from my creation to see Rikku. Rikku had such innocence about her. She hadn't experienced how cruel the world could be yet. She would have been ideal to deliver from pain's grasp that destroys all. But, there was something below her cute exterior. I could tell that inside, she was much more mature than she put out. Her maturity was easily overlooked but it was there in full force. Rikku had a head on her shoulders; that was for sure. I could tell she was intelligent for her age yet she didn't have control over all her emotions. Control over the way you feel is only something one can experience with age. No one can learn it. Rikku's eyes glistened when she spoke to me. I felt flattered that someone looked up to me. Flattery was an odd feeling. When Rikku spoke, I could tell she wanted more from me. She wanted more justification that I was a good role model.
"No one else is awake that I know of. That could be why it's so quiet. So, are you going to go to bed? Or stay here?" Was I asking too many questions? Rikku looked tired, but there was something else in her eyes. It seemed like… admiration.
"Nope. I've had trouble sleeping so far, probably 'cause we're so close to Zanarkand and all. Did you ever thought it would get this far? …I love Yunie, I really do. Life without her would suck. Sorry I'm not so elegant about my word choices. Everything I'm saying now is just what I'm feeling. You know? Oh! I stole a couple items back by Mount Gagazet… I could give your Cait Sith the Sleepstrike ability. You got to love those Dream Powders! It's no problem for me because I'm pretty experienced with weapon customization!" Rikku gushed. She was beaming, how could I refuse? I supposed that she wanted to show off what she could do in front of me. I beckoned Cait Sith and directed him towards Rikku. She took out a bag of powder and sprinkled it onto my doll. I didn't notice any changes before she handed him back. "Like him?"
"Thanks," I said while I nodded my head. Rikku had been standing the entire time. She finally sat next to me by the fire. "Would you like me to teach you something? You went through the trouble for Cait Sith and I, it's the least I could do. Have you ever tried to learn magic? People exaggerate it too much. The beginning spells are quite easy; it's the harder ones that are tough."
Rikku looked questionably at me. "I'd love to learn magic so badly! Will you teach me in the future? I'm too busy trying to learn how to Bribe enemies… I can't handle two things at once. But after that I'm sure I'd love to learn spells! Thank you so much!" She yawned. "Wow… Thanks Lulu. It's still early dawn so I'm going to go catch some more hours of sleep. But I won't ever forget this conversation. Hope Cait Sith likes his new changes! Night." She skipped away to her tent. I smiled once more.
Perhaps I had more impact on the people around me than I thought? Wakka loved life as long as I was near him. Rikku loved life as long as I supported her. I always felt so alone and lonely. So many people had left me. I felt as though there were no longer any lights to shine my way. That's what compelled me to fulfill Seymour's dream. But as I looked around the quiet campsite, I realized something. I was the light that had to shine for other people. If I was the best possible person I could be, everyone else around me would love life. They would love life all because of me. And after Rikku left, I made my biggest discovery yet. My mission was not to end life. It was to make life the greatest possible thing it could be. No one, not Seymour, not Sin, would be able to stop me. I had to support those around me and I had to give them a reason to live. My life was my story. It may be tragic, it may be sad, but it would always be my story. I didn't want my story to end with a tragic ending. I didn't want Wakka's, or Rikku's, or anyone else's to end tragically. The only happy ending was to love life. I would give my story a happy ending and I would help others to achieve that ending. At that moment when everyone else was asleep, I loved life. I would for the rest of my story.
~fin~
A/N: Opinions? Comments? Questions? I've never been good at ending stories… I gave it a nice, heart-warming ending. Icky. I don't know if I'm going to make a sequel. The story ended quickly and simply. Sorry if it disappointed anyone.
I know that this is not goodbye. I think that night- after Wakka spoke to me- I had an awakening. Not spiritual of course, since my faith in Yevon had deteriorated. But that night, I had an awakening in my understanding of life. Wakka had the ability to make everything clear in a few words. So did Chappu. I understood that night that Wakka was happy with his life. Even I had no right to take away his happiness. As long as I was by him and he could speak with me, he would be forever satisfied with everything. I guess that's where I made my discovery. Life is tough no matter what. But there are certain things that light the way for us to make our journey through Spira, the world of darkness. For Wakka, I was the light that shined his days. I gave him joy and I made him cherish life. To take him into the Farplane would be cruel. He did not need to be free from suffering. He wasn't suffering while he lived because he spent his time by me. There was no reason to kill him and deliver him to bliss, because he was already in it with me.
Wakka explained much to me. I guess he showed me that not everyone has to endure life, some people can enjoy it. Did Seymour every understand that? I bet he never met anyone like Wakka who actually could tolerate the harsh cruelty of life. Everything Seymour put up with was full of pain; Seymour caused so much of it. I did not want to cause pain. I wanted to heal it. But I understood that circumstances were different for everyone. Some people were living life and enjoying it. They were in no need to be healed because their grief and pain were shadowed by happiness. I was on a mission to find who needed to be healed. I would give them the death and peace they craved so much. I knew I could not make any mistakes. I was close to making a mistake with Wakka; the results would have been disastrous. How many people adored life like Wakka? How many people had a light that shined the way through life's trials? I had to find out. Some beings did not have that light, and life would be torturous.
I woke up before everyone else the next day. Strange considering I was the last to go to sleep, save for the ever-watchful guardians Kimahri and Auron. I did not recall much of what happened after Wakka and I talked. He made a large impression on me. I did my morning routine of getting myself ready. I dressed, arranged my hair neatly, picked up Wicked Cait Sith who was busy taking a cat nap (he always manages to make me smile), and went outside. It was still dark and the sun was only peaking over the horizon. I guessed I didn't sleep very long. The fire had long since gone out and I quickly cast a weak Fira spell. Cait Sith looked satisfied. I watched the fire tremble as winds blew across the flames. Gently I poured magic into the fire, making it grow strong against the forces that tried to smother. It was times like these I loved. I had no worries and no regrets during moments when I was lost in the creation of magic. It was different during a battle. I could just relax and enjoy the rewards of my powers. The fact that I could still enjoy magic reminded me I was still alive and could still feel emotion.
"Hi Lulu! It's so quiet… is everyone else asleep?" piped a high-pitched voice. I turned away from my creation to see Rikku. Rikku had such innocence about her. She hadn't experienced how cruel the world could be yet. She would have been ideal to deliver from pain's grasp that destroys all. But, there was something below her cute exterior. I could tell that inside, she was much more mature than she put out. Her maturity was easily overlooked but it was there in full force. Rikku had a head on her shoulders; that was for sure. I could tell she was intelligent for her age yet she didn't have control over all her emotions. Control over the way you feel is only something one can experience with age. No one can learn it. Rikku's eyes glistened when she spoke to me. I felt flattered that someone looked up to me. Flattery was an odd feeling. When Rikku spoke, I could tell she wanted more from me. She wanted more justification that I was a good role model.
"No one else is awake that I know of. That could be why it's so quiet. So, are you going to go to bed? Or stay here?" Was I asking too many questions? Rikku looked tired, but there was something else in her eyes. It seemed like… admiration.
"Nope. I've had trouble sleeping so far, probably 'cause we're so close to Zanarkand and all. Did you ever thought it would get this far? …I love Yunie, I really do. Life without her would suck. Sorry I'm not so elegant about my word choices. Everything I'm saying now is just what I'm feeling. You know? Oh! I stole a couple items back by Mount Gagazet… I could give your Cait Sith the Sleepstrike ability. You got to love those Dream Powders! It's no problem for me because I'm pretty experienced with weapon customization!" Rikku gushed. She was beaming, how could I refuse? I supposed that she wanted to show off what she could do in front of me. I beckoned Cait Sith and directed him towards Rikku. She took out a bag of powder and sprinkled it onto my doll. I didn't notice any changes before she handed him back. "Like him?"
"Thanks," I said while I nodded my head. Rikku had been standing the entire time. She finally sat next to me by the fire. "Would you like me to teach you something? You went through the trouble for Cait Sith and I, it's the least I could do. Have you ever tried to learn magic? People exaggerate it too much. The beginning spells are quite easy; it's the harder ones that are tough."
Rikku looked questionably at me. "I'd love to learn magic so badly! Will you teach me in the future? I'm too busy trying to learn how to Bribe enemies… I can't handle two things at once. But after that I'm sure I'd love to learn spells! Thank you so much!" She yawned. "Wow… Thanks Lulu. It's still early dawn so I'm going to go catch some more hours of sleep. But I won't ever forget this conversation. Hope Cait Sith likes his new changes! Night." She skipped away to her tent. I smiled once more.
Perhaps I had more impact on the people around me than I thought? Wakka loved life as long as I was near him. Rikku loved life as long as I supported her. I always felt so alone and lonely. So many people had left me. I felt as though there were no longer any lights to shine my way. That's what compelled me to fulfill Seymour's dream. But as I looked around the quiet campsite, I realized something. I was the light that had to shine for other people. If I was the best possible person I could be, everyone else around me would love life. They would love life all because of me. And after Rikku left, I made my biggest discovery yet. My mission was not to end life. It was to make life the greatest possible thing it could be. No one, not Seymour, not Sin, would be able to stop me. I had to support those around me and I had to give them a reason to live. My life was my story. It may be tragic, it may be sad, but it would always be my story. I didn't want my story to end with a tragic ending. I didn't want Wakka's, or Rikku's, or anyone else's to end tragically. The only happy ending was to love life. I would give my story a happy ending and I would help others to achieve that ending. At that moment when everyone else was asleep, I loved life. I would for the rest of my story.
~fin~
A/N: Opinions? Comments? Questions? I've never been good at ending stories… I gave it a nice, heart-warming ending. Icky. I don't know if I'm going to make a sequel. The story ended quickly and simply. Sorry if it disappointed anyone.