No Choice In Sight
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own these guys. I just write about them in my own little fantasy world.
A/N: So! Hello again, everyone! It's been a bit since I've last posted anything, and while this isn't exactly lengthy, I liked it and thought I would add it to my Auron collection. This would take place before the events of Final Fantasy X; more specifically, after Braska initially asks our young warrior-monk to be his guardian. This, I feel, is how Auron probably reacted. Hopefully, I did a decent job. Anyway, happy reading~
The razor sharp end of a large katana sliced through flesh with ease, with the wielder grunting slightly as he turned to catch the neck of another fiend before the blood of the current one even hit the ground. One gloved hand and an equally large bare hand tightened their grip around the hilt, driving both weapon and fiend into the ground with such force that it's head was severed in one fell swoop. The warrior-monk held himself there for a few moments, watching the two bodies twitch, yet knowing there was no life left within them.
As the blood ran from his blade, Auron rose from his murderous stance and retrieved his katana with ease. The overwhelming sense of anger he'd started out harboring had now shifted to a slight annoyance by this point, and yet, he still glared down at the slaughtered fiends as if to hope they would randomly spring to life again; it was better to take his frustrations out on them, rather than on people who didn't deserve it. Still, as he planted the tip of his blade back into the crimson stained ground between his heavy boots, a gruff and disgruntled sound made it past his lips out of habit.
"There is no changing your mind—you've made that clear to me, now." Tensing his jaw as his eyes wandered off to gaze out at a world consumed by pure terror. "However, because of our conflict of opinions on the matter, I fail to see how I am worthy of guardianship."
Eyes squinting behind shaded glasses at the thought. He knew what it meant to carry a guardian's burden and status—to protect the summoner with your life, even though in the end, they forfeit theirs. It didn't make sense to the young man and, both because he couldn't comprehend it and was asked to become one, it made the blood held within his veins...boil with rage. How could he do such a thing? How could /anyone/ for that matter?
"There has to be another way, my lord..." Absentmindedly squeezing the hilt of his katana to the point of whitening his knuckles. "...And I will find out what it is, so that you don't carry this burden like the rest."