Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 10 or 10-2. I also do not own any of the other random cameos that show up in this fic. However, the main characters are based off of real people… but I don't own them... I just make fun of them.

Chapter: Eleven.

Hiding in plain sight!

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"We need a better disguise." Nysa frowned at her black cloak, "These things are nice… but we kind of stand out way too much in them."

"I've noticed." Skye replied. Everyone was looking at them like they were fashion rejects, which Skye found strange, because the cloaks they were wearing were actually really cool looking. "So what do you suggest we do?"

"Kill everyone?"

Skye gave her friend an incredulous look, "Right, because it's not as if we're already on the most wanted list."

Nysa laughed, "Well, at least we know we're wanted." She grinned, "It would suck if we were on the least wanted list."

"Too true." Skye pointed to the market area of Bevelle. "Let's go shopping for new clothes!" she mouthed the words 'better disguise' with a knowing look.

"I'm game!" Nysa grabbed her friends arm and started to rollerblade towards the market. "What do you think?" Nysa held up a hideous looking sweater. "Is it me?" she was grinning.

"Oh, it's soo you!" was the sarcastic reply. "Oh… Ny---" she paused briefly, "Croft, look at that!"

Nysa looked up from the wrack of clothing she was browsing through, "What am I looking at?"

"That!" Skye pointed to an outfit that looked like what Ashe from Final Fantasy Twelve wears, the colors were darker, but the outfit was basically the same. "I'm so getting it!"

"From a Rikku like outfit to an Ashe like outfit… Interesting choices…Kane."

"You should go for a final fantasy style outfit too!"

"I will." Nysa replied as she spotted the outfit she wanted. "That one." She pointed to the outfit."

"Which final fantasy character wears that one?"

"Beatrix from Final Fantasy Nine."

The two girls walked up to the teller, "We would like to purchase these outfits," Skye gestured to the two outfits.

"Okay, that will be 20, 000 Gil. Do you want the weapons that come with the outfits?"

"No, this is fine, but do you have a change room we could use?" Nysa replied handing the teller the Gil.

"Right over there," the woman pointed to the change rooms, "You two girls aren't from around here are you?"

"No… is it that obvious? What we're wearing is normal attire from where we are from," okay so it was a lie, but the lady didn't need to know that.

"I see… Go on right over there and change Ladies."

"Thank you." Skye and Nysa replied simultaneously as the headed to the change room.

"You go first Kane."

Skye walked into the change room and started to change, "Wow, this outfit is confusing!"

Nysa leaned up against the change room wall with her eyes closed; it had been a busy two days, just yesterday they were saving the Ronso, and today they were doing a covert operation to talk to the Ronso Maester. "Well," she murmured, "as Xander would say… we don't get paid enough for this."

"We do get good money from the fiends we kill though," Skye added as she walked out of the change room. "You can change now."

Nysa nodded her head in acknowledgment and walked into the small room.

"We would like to speak with Maester Kelk Ronso."

"Do you have an appointment?"

Skye frowned, "No, but it's really impor—"

"I'm sorry. You can not speak to him without an appointment."

Now Skye was getting irritated. "It's a matter of life and death!"

"If you don't have an appointment, you can't see the Maester. I'm sorry."

Nysa looked up from the magazine she was reading, "Can we make an appointment to see Maester Kelk Ronso?"

The lady smiled, "Of course. What is your name, so I can write it down for reference?"

"My name is Croft." Nysa gestured to Skye, "And this is Kane."

"Okay, Lady Croft, Lady Kane. The Maester is free right now." The lady gestured to the Machina lift. "Right this way."

The two girls shared a look, both thinking the same thing. This had been too easy.

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"The lady told us to go right in…so why are we just standing here?"

Skye frowned, "Erm…" she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "Because…I don't know?"

"Gahh, I'll never understand you…Kane."

"I never have understood you Croft, and I've known you since I was six."

Nysa laughed, "Let's just do this."

"I have a really bad feeling about this though…"

Nysa gave the dark haired girl a startled look, "You have a bad feeling about this too?"

"—arghh"

Both girls looked to the door in shock, "What was that?"

Nysa frowned, "Only one way to find out." She opened the door to find Seymour standing over the body of Maester Kelk. "Oh goddess… Kane --- don't come in here."

Seymour gave Nysa a contemplative look, "You. I know you?"

Nysa glared. "Yeah. Remember, I had the pleasure of killing you last time. Why won't you stay dead?"

"Ahh… Lady Nysa. You look different. But it's such good fortune that you're here."

Nysa mouthed the words 'what the hell' and glared. "Why did you give up looking for Lady Yuna?"

"She is of no use to me anymore. You and your friends on the other hand…" Seymour closed his hand in a chocking motion and Nysa gasped, he was cutting off her air supply with magic!

"We-- will --never --help --you." She coughed out.

Seymour smiled a cruel smile. "Then, you will die."

"Not on my watch." Skye tackled Seymour to the ground and knocked him unconscious by slamming his head into the floor multiple times. "Oomph,"

Nysa looked up from her place on the floor, "Thanks Skye." She uncorked a potion and downed it in one go. "What is it with people and choking me?" she stood up shakily and offered Skye a hand up. "I think we had better get out of here before----"

"Ahhhhhh!! Murderers!"

Nysa looked to the doorway where the secretary was now standing. "Before that."

The ladys scream caught the attention of some of the warrior monks, Nysa and Skye shared a look. "Too easy eh?"

Nysa gave a war cry, and the two girls charged the monks taking down everyone in their paths, Skye with her sword, Nysa with her daggers.

"Down!" Nysa reached for her throwing knives.

Skye followed the instruction with haste and watched as the thief threw a knife where her head had been seconds before, she looked at the target and grinned, there was a dagger right between his eyes. "Nice shot." she stood back up. "Move to your left!"

Nysa moved to her left instantly and grinned as Sarah stabbed the man who had been behind her. "We have to get out of here now… there are too many of them for us to fight." She gripped her daggers and looked around the room, her green eyes widening in realization, Seymour was awake! She kneed the guy she was fighting in the stomach, and smiled grimly, "Skye… when I say go… call on Ifrits power and create a wall of fire separating you from the fight… and then run for your life."

Skye frowned worriedly and stabbed another monk, "But what about you? I won't leave you!"

"You must!" The thief pulled the pin out of a grenade and threw it into the mass of warrior monks. Seeing as how the men were down momentarily Nysa grabbed Skye by the shoulders. "Sarah." She used her friend's earth name to show how serious she was. "I got us into this mess. Now let me get us out of it." She handed Skye the Com-sphere.

Skye nodded slightly and equipped the Com, "You had better come out of this alive. I won't lose you Nysa." She saw one of the monks getting up out of the corner of her eye and knocked the gun out of his hands with her sword. To herself she whispered, "Tara would kill me."

Nysa locked eyes with Seymour; he didn't look happy. But that was okay, she wasn't happy either. "Back for more? Wasn't one death at our hands enough for you?" Seymour visibly bristled in anger and Nysa grinned. Anger was a double sided sword; one she was very accomplished on weilding. The thief pulled out two flash bombs and let them off in Seymour's direction. "Skye, Go!"

Skye sheathed her sword and held her hands out palm up. "Ifrit… lend me your power…" She had never done this before so it was a shock when the request was answered. Skye opened her eyes and grinned, she could feel the power running through her veins. The assassin smirked and gestured to the floor; a wall of fire ignited. "Be safe Nysa." She locked eyes with the thief through the flames, and then she ran.

Nysa visibly startled, Skye's eyes had flames in them… literally. And it wasn't a reflection of the fire…it was the eyes themselves. "Whoa…"

"That is impossible! An Aeon never fully merges with a summoner!"

Nysa gave Seymour an annoyed look. "Improbable; not impossible." And although she looked smug, inside she was reeling with all the possibilities this could open up for her and her friends… when she had told Skye to call on Ifrits power she meant summon Ifrit… not use his power with her own body. Nysa grinned… Two can play that game… she closed her eyes in concentration. "Shiva… please lend me your power."

"Thank you for the knowledge that Aeon merging is possible." Seymour closed his eyes in concentration only to open them in fury. "Why did it work for you and not me?!"

Nysa smirked, "Just lucky I guess." She pointed her hand at him and glared. "Goodnight Seymour." She let some of the power running through her veins escape and Seymour became frozen solid. The thief yawned, that attack had completely depleted her MP.

"Anyone else want to play?" she locked eyes with all of the monks in the room, "If you let me walk out of this building… you get to stay alive. If you decide to fight… I'll kill you all." She pointed her finger at the frozen Seymour and he shattered into a million pieces.

"Don't worry… it'll take more than death to stop you're Maester. I know from experience… this is my second time killing him." She gave them a slightly pitying look. "None of your Maesters are actually alive; Mika has bean dead for years… Seymour was killed by Lady Yuna… Seymour killed Kinoc and Kelk. Can you say corrupted religion?"

The men gave her a blank stare so she shrugged. "I'm leaving now. Bye!" it was best to get out of here while they were still in there shocked stupor.

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"Skye?" Nysa called as she walked into the Inn room. "I made it out alive…" Skye had a horrified look on her face. "Is that a bad thing that I got…" Nysa paused, "Skye... what's wrong?"

Skye picked up the com-sphere that she had taken earlier and handed it to her friend. "I just got a call from Batalax."

"And…?" Nysa waved her hand in a motion signaling her friend to continue.

"Akail…" she stopped and looked at the wall trying to stop her eyes from tearing up. "Akail's dead."

"What?" Nysa backed up a step. "You're lying…" she glared at Skye, "Tell me you're lying!"

"I'm sorry Ny…"

Nysa took another step back and gave her friend a horrified look, "How?"

"They were ambushed by Warrior monks…"

"Are you sure he's really…" she blinked back tears, "Maybe he's just hurt… right? He could be just…hurt…couldn't he?"

Skye stood and embraced her friend… "I'm sorry…"

"He can't be dead! We were going to go on a road trip… me, him, Tara and Brendan…" Nysa looked up at Skye, "…He can't be dead… he just can't! He's one of my best friends!" Nysa pushed away from Skye. "He's not dead! I won't allow it!" she looked out the window towards the Bevelle temple. "I will not allow this. You hear me Bahamut? He's not dead!"

The temperature in the room dropped about ten degrees. Skye glanced around in shock, "Nysa, calm down… you're magic is freezing the room!" Even though it was freezing, Skye noticed she was still warm. "Batalax needs us now."

"You…you're right." Nysa closed her eyes in concentration, "Shiva, you may go now." She paused and opened her eyes in shock. "Skye…I can't contact Shiva! She wont take the power back!" she tried to locate Bahamut's presence in her mind and found it easily… but Shiva was no longer there.

Skye closed her eyes and concentrated. "It's the same for me…" Skye glanced at her friend only to stare in shock, "What's that?" she walked over to grab Nysa's arm; there was a glowing symbol on her hand, it looked like a snow flake. "You're cold to the touch Nysa…" she let the younger girls hand go and removed her blue glove. She had a glowing symbol too, but hers was the symbol of fire. "When we called on their power…they completely merged with us."

"If we could do this…the rest of the group can too right? Xander would probably get extra strength… Tara would be able to cause Harry Potter unforgivable type pain, you have fire… I have Ice, Batalax would have Lightning… and Akail---" she abruptly stopped talking.

"Wind. He would have had wind."

"But he never will. He's dead remember?"

"Nysa…" Skye frowned at her friend and looked out the window in thought. "Let's go get B…she needs us right now."

"You're right." Nysa looked at Skye guiltily, "I'm sorry… It's just…if I hadn't befriended him…he'd still be alive."

"Don't blame yourself Nysa! It's not like you asked to go on this stupid pilgrimage… Bahamut needed us." She smiled slightly, "It's not as if you asked to be needed."

Nysa looked away guiltily; "You're right…" she lied. She had forgotten… she hadn't told anyone about her conversation with Bahamut back on Earth…"I'm sorry…"

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"Batalax."

"Hmm…?"

"Where are you?"

"Besaid."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Me and Nysa are going to come get you okay?"

"Hmm…"

"Do you want to talk to Nysa?"

"No thank you."

"Oh… alright. We're on our way."

"Hmm… bye."

"We love you Batalax."

"Okay."

The line went dead. "Nysa… we need to get to her quickly. She's so silent… it scares me."

"Alright." Nysa sheathed her daggers. "Let's go."

The two girls had changed into their regular outfits, which made Nysa glad. While wearing the Beatrix outfit she had missed her bright yellow combat boots. "Where is B?"

"Besaid." Skye frowned, "That's where… that's where he fell. We need to get B away from there." The assassin frowned and tucked her hair behind her ear, "But where will we go? Where can we go?"

Nysa looked thoughtful. "Yuna and her guardians are probably almost done in Zanarkand… the Airship picks them up as soon as they get out of the dome… We'll signal them or something so they can pick us up or maybe hang out in Luca for awhile or go find my sister and visit her?" Nysa gave Skye a helpless look, "I don't know. I just…don't know."

"Let's not think of it until we need to." Skye smiled reassuringly, "let's just get out of Bevelle and go to Besaid for now. Once we have Batalax we can figure out what to do."

"Seymour is probably up and about again. I wouldn't be surprised if he had his band of not-so-jolly-men ambush us." She looked at Skye, "Take off your cloak… we're done hiding." Her eyes grew cold. "They killed one of us, I think it's about time they learned how bad of an idea that was. They messed with the wrong witch."

Skye winced. If the Yevonites attacked them… it would be a massacre. But then again, those bastards deserved it. "I'm in." she locked eyes with Nysa and was shocked at the sight, the green of Nysa's eyes looked as if it was made of ice, literally.

"It's game time." Nysa kicked the inn doors open and stepped out onto the street, Skye right beside her.

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