Author's Note ^-^ : So this is like my first fanfic ever so yay! I finally
came up with an idea and it's a story like revolving around Auron and Tidus
so I hope you like my story.
The sun sets and the cool salty breezes of the sea calm. The remaining golden rays of the sun bounce off his oval-rimmed sunglasses. His dark hair streaked with white and grey blows in the wind. He looks over towards Tidus and Yuna laughing about some shoopuff joke. He turns back towards the sun and remebers his fond memories with Braska and Jecht. Auron recalls the moment he and his friends had gone of their pilgrimage to Zanarkand. He laughs to himself thinking how he and Braska had gone to Bevelle Temple's jail to visit some prisoner claiming to be from Zanarkand. No matter how much Auron had protested, Braska still wanted to see this prisoner for himself. Intrigued by the prisoner's story, Braska had him released from jail and had made him his guardian. That guardian's name was Jecht. Jecht was a rough talking big-mouth that was a quality Auron was not fond of. Auron frowns, he remembers how they had thrown their lives away for a meaningless cause. He shakes his head to get rid of the memory. He looks and Tidus again. "How he has grown," Auron says to himself," From a crybaby to a fairly strong man almost identical to his father.(personality wise) " Auron chuckles. He takes a sip of his sake then tucks his arm back into the sling of his red coat.
The sun sets and the cool salty breezes of the sea calm. The remaining golden rays of the sun bounce off his oval-rimmed sunglasses. His dark hair streaked with white and grey blows in the wind. He looks over towards Tidus and Yuna laughing about some shoopuff joke. He turns back towards the sun and remebers his fond memories with Braska and Jecht. Auron recalls the moment he and his friends had gone of their pilgrimage to Zanarkand. He laughs to himself thinking how he and Braska had gone to Bevelle Temple's jail to visit some prisoner claiming to be from Zanarkand. No matter how much Auron had protested, Braska still wanted to see this prisoner for himself. Intrigued by the prisoner's story, Braska had him released from jail and had made him his guardian. That guardian's name was Jecht. Jecht was a rough talking big-mouth that was a quality Auron was not fond of. Auron frowns, he remembers how they had thrown their lives away for a meaningless cause. He shakes his head to get rid of the memory. He looks and Tidus again. "How he has grown," Auron says to himself," From a crybaby to a fairly strong man almost identical to his father.(personality wise) " Auron chuckles. He takes a sip of his sake then tucks his arm back into the sling of his red coat.