Draw Me Close
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy X characters nor any from FFX-2 or any designs. Everything belongs to the good people at Squaresoft.
Author's Notes: I think I've played the game one too many times to seriously consider untaking something as crazy as writing fan fiction for it...but...I thought it might get me into the mood to write instead of lazy around infront of my playstation2 (playing FFX no doubt). So, here it is, my only little two cents on the 'time after.' Please note that I'm using information collected from the International disk set (note Yuna's comment on Wakka's gut...) so, if you have no idea what I'm tlaking about, that's probably why. Also, this is more a sentimental piece than anything--though, it's not a one shot either (unless I decide to make it one of course). Special thanks to whoever writes/originally sings the Christian song 'Draw me Close.' I know this is not the proper use for such lyrics and were not their intent...but...it works. (I'll probably be posting a full set of the song's lyrics eventually...for now they only appear in dialoge.'
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Chapter One: Dreams in Reality
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'...draw me close to you...' I would have preffered it differently-- if I had a choice. There wasn't much I could really do at the time...besides hope. I don't know if it was really fair to be thinking like this. I mean, I was alive wasn't I? I should be happy...right...? I guess I always was a bit selfish, huh?
'...never let me go...' I wish...I could touch you again, or, even if not that just to know you're okay--just see your face again. They all better be taking care of you...wherever you are. I...I hope you don't forget me...
'I'd lay it all down again, just to hear you say that I'm your friend...' Well...maybe more than your friend...but, I would...I'd give up my hope for you...I would...I promise...
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Yuna striaghtend, left hand brushing against the long blue fabric that hung down the side of her leg from a dark brown belt. For a moment, her mis-matched eyes flittered over the cloth, retreating into a world of 'what if's' for a brief second. Shaking her head, she drew her eyes away, glancing down through the village of Besaid to the temple. That was like a past life, something she could see out of the corner of her eyes like if she only turned she would capture the whole picture, but, when she really did it was just as far out of reach as it had been before. The funny thing was, she often found herself regretting she could even see it--that memory of things lost. She wished...she wished almost that she had never seen or heard of things like 'Sin' and 'Zanarkand,' even if they were things in the past that should be forgotten.
Forgotten...like him...
Him. She shuddered slightly at the thought, fighting not to clasp her hands infront of her in that childish and nervous way she had often done before. She could vaugely sense that she was walking toward the temple, though, it was as if looking through a window and seeing herself...or...rather...not really knowing it was her walking. Dreams...that's all it was...a state of dreaming.
Before she knew what was happening, Yuna stooped, the firm graso of someone's hand holding her from continuing forward. She didn't bother glancing around, she already had an idea who it was. However, perhaps for a split-second she entertained the fantasy that it was him. That he'd come back and was safe and sound...that...he wasn't just a dream...
"Yuna, you okay? You were walking like in a trance or something, ya?"
Yuna took a half-second to glance at the hand on her arm. Dark and sun-tanned, as she had suspected--as if the familiar 'ya' hadn't said it already. Turning slightly, she nodded, smiling up at Wakka. He was alaws so...concerned--if not a bit niave.
"I'm fine, Wakka." Yuna assured him, keeping a steady eye-contact until he loosed his hold of her arm.
"Well...I guess if you say so, Yuna..." he said slowly, seeming to want to scratch his head. Yuna nodded, smile becoming reassuring.
"You really need to get rid of that tummy, Wakka," She reminded him, a hint of laughter over-powering the emotionless tone of her eyes as she pointed to the ex-blitzer's gut.
Wakka opened his mouth to protest that he was as fit as he had always been, but closed it. There wasn't too much for an ex-gaurdian, ex-blitz player to do on a small island beside lounging and getting fat, and, even he couldn't argue the difference.
"Ya, I suppose you're right..." he said slowly, hand finally raising to scratch that orange hair. Shaking his head, he laughed, clapping Yuna on the shoulder lightly. "Guess I should probably start running instead of meandering when I get down to the port, ya?"
Yuna nodded and smiled, watching him turn. "I'll be making sure you do that, Wakka!" she called after him, clasping her hands infront of her without realizing.
The smile on Yuna's face didn't last long, though, fading from existance almost as soon as her old guardian dissapeared from sight. Everything was a dream...just a glimpse of reality here and there. That was it...she was the walking figment of existance and he was what had been real...
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End Notes: I think I made myself cry...oddly enough...But, er anyways, I'd like to apologize for the lack of proper indenting. For some reason, HTML isn't working correctly, so, you're just going to have to bare with me by having a line between each new paragraph...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy X characters nor any from FFX-2 or any designs. Everything belongs to the good people at Squaresoft.
Author's Notes: I think I've played the game one too many times to seriously consider untaking something as crazy as writing fan fiction for it...but...I thought it might get me into the mood to write instead of lazy around infront of my playstation2 (playing FFX no doubt). So, here it is, my only little two cents on the 'time after.' Please note that I'm using information collected from the International disk set (note Yuna's comment on Wakka's gut...) so, if you have no idea what I'm tlaking about, that's probably why. Also, this is more a sentimental piece than anything--though, it's not a one shot either (unless I decide to make it one of course). Special thanks to whoever writes/originally sings the Christian song 'Draw me Close.' I know this is not the proper use for such lyrics and were not their intent...but...it works. (I'll probably be posting a full set of the song's lyrics eventually...for now they only appear in dialoge.'
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Chapter One: Dreams in Reality
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'...draw me close to you...' I would have preffered it differently-- if I had a choice. There wasn't much I could really do at the time...besides hope. I don't know if it was really fair to be thinking like this. I mean, I was alive wasn't I? I should be happy...right...? I guess I always was a bit selfish, huh?
'...never let me go...' I wish...I could touch you again, or, even if not that just to know you're okay--just see your face again. They all better be taking care of you...wherever you are. I...I hope you don't forget me...
'I'd lay it all down again, just to hear you say that I'm your friend...' Well...maybe more than your friend...but, I would...I'd give up my hope for you...I would...I promise...
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Yuna striaghtend, left hand brushing against the long blue fabric that hung down the side of her leg from a dark brown belt. For a moment, her mis-matched eyes flittered over the cloth, retreating into a world of 'what if's' for a brief second. Shaking her head, she drew her eyes away, glancing down through the village of Besaid to the temple. That was like a past life, something she could see out of the corner of her eyes like if she only turned she would capture the whole picture, but, when she really did it was just as far out of reach as it had been before. The funny thing was, she often found herself regretting she could even see it--that memory of things lost. She wished...she wished almost that she had never seen or heard of things like 'Sin' and 'Zanarkand,' even if they were things in the past that should be forgotten.
Forgotten...like him...
Him. She shuddered slightly at the thought, fighting not to clasp her hands infront of her in that childish and nervous way she had often done before. She could vaugely sense that she was walking toward the temple, though, it was as if looking through a window and seeing herself...or...rather...not really knowing it was her walking. Dreams...that's all it was...a state of dreaming.
Before she knew what was happening, Yuna stooped, the firm graso of someone's hand holding her from continuing forward. She didn't bother glancing around, she already had an idea who it was. However, perhaps for a split-second she entertained the fantasy that it was him. That he'd come back and was safe and sound...that...he wasn't just a dream...
"Yuna, you okay? You were walking like in a trance or something, ya?"
Yuna took a half-second to glance at the hand on her arm. Dark and sun-tanned, as she had suspected--as if the familiar 'ya' hadn't said it already. Turning slightly, she nodded, smiling up at Wakka. He was alaws so...concerned--if not a bit niave.
"I'm fine, Wakka." Yuna assured him, keeping a steady eye-contact until he loosed his hold of her arm.
"Well...I guess if you say so, Yuna..." he said slowly, seeming to want to scratch his head. Yuna nodded, smile becoming reassuring.
"You really need to get rid of that tummy, Wakka," She reminded him, a hint of laughter over-powering the emotionless tone of her eyes as she pointed to the ex-blitzer's gut.
Wakka opened his mouth to protest that he was as fit as he had always been, but closed it. There wasn't too much for an ex-gaurdian, ex-blitz player to do on a small island beside lounging and getting fat, and, even he couldn't argue the difference.
"Ya, I suppose you're right..." he said slowly, hand finally raising to scratch that orange hair. Shaking his head, he laughed, clapping Yuna on the shoulder lightly. "Guess I should probably start running instead of meandering when I get down to the port, ya?"
Yuna nodded and smiled, watching him turn. "I'll be making sure you do that, Wakka!" she called after him, clasping her hands infront of her without realizing.
The smile on Yuna's face didn't last long, though, fading from existance almost as soon as her old guardian dissapeared from sight. Everything was a dream...just a glimpse of reality here and there. That was it...she was the walking figment of existance and he was what had been real...
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End Notes: I think I made myself cry...oddly enough...But, er anyways, I'd like to apologize for the lack of proper indenting. For some reason, HTML isn't working correctly, so, you're just going to have to bare with me by having a line between each new paragraph...