Draw Me Close
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character within this FANfiction. All characters and original ideas belong to Sqauresoft and their so-named creators. -------------------------------------
Chapter Two: Thoughts of the Forsaken
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"...Thank you..."
With a shuddering breath, Yuna jerked awake, entangled in the coverings of her bed, a red blanket her only cover against the night air of Besaid Island. The summers...they were always devestatingly hot, but, it wasn't the heat that woke the 'final summoner' from her tainted slumbering. The stark memories of days lost past flickered inside Yuna's head, a shaky hand brushed across her temples to either stifle the oncoming headache or make sure she had really been dreaming. She didn't want this torturous state to go on--this drifting from illusion to reality, not caring which she inhabited when. She had problems to attend to...and yet...she couldn't keep her mind from wandering to the sparkling waters of the ocean's tides.
She had never gotten the full story out of Wakka--or...she didn't think so. The retired blitzer had always muttered something about one of the 'boys' misjudging and kicking the blitzball out into the ocean only for it to come back at them like some fiend in the water had decided to get revenge for being whacked. Yuna twisted around, burying her face into the chocobo feather-filled pillow, mismatched eyes closed tightly. Some fiend, eh? It all would have been easier if he had just been a fiend--or...would it have? She wasn't even sure anymore. Every time she thought that way, thoughts of 'salvation' churned inside her head. If he hadn't come...she'd...be dead...Spira would just have another bath in false hope and false reality and that spiral would keep coming. Then again...he would still be alive. The fayth would still be dreaming and--
Yuna scolded herself for such selfish thoughts. She should be happy, right? Spira was saved--they all had their salvation and she was their savior, right? Again, that wreaking dismay chewed at her insides. She would have been just another summoner to fall to the Final Aeon--and one of her guardians...her friends...would have been Sin, that terrible armor for the deceptor. For a moment, she wondered: who would have taken the fate of being the Final Aeon? She was perfectly aware Lulu and Wakka--even Rikku and Kimahri--would have gladly done it...but...she sensed it was out of duty. They all would have done it, even Sir Auron she believed, but, it was a much different thing to be one of five to volunteer instead of the only one. Each one, no doubt, would have never backed down to let another to the deed...and yet...every one would have wanted to--but, ah! Why was she even thinking of these things?!
Groaning, Yuna untangled herself from the quilt, rubbing her bare arms for a moment of comfort before pulling herself to her feet. For a moment, she stood inside the dim interior of the hut, the morning sunlight filtering in through the lone window and the cracks between the fabric-made door. Here she was, how old was she now? Oh, yes...nineteen. She smiled slightly, running a hand through her hair. She honestly never thought she would see that number. Her father...he had lived so much life before the pilgrimage...but herself? Perhaps that was why it had been hard, and yet, she couldn't help thinking it was the same for every summoner.
Yuna shook her head. There she was again: going off on thoughts that didn't matter anymore. There isn't a Sin anymore, it's NOT coming back, Yuna. Listen to yourself. You really are going crazy; talking to yourself. As crazy as...Yuna shook her head again, massaging her temples. She didn't want to think about anything right now. It would be best just to do as she always did--retreat back into herself and keep that robot--that machina version of herself--running through life. It was so much easier to do that: to simply draw away into her own thoughts and let human instinct deal with such mundane things as bathing or dressing--or even talking it seemed sometimes. She had to admit, a few years ago, the thought of a human drawing away from reality would be horrifying--something the crazed and insane did. Maybe...maybe she really was going insane? Insane with grief? Maybe that's why Wakka and Lulu always seemed so...worried...
Best not to think about it. So, as it had been with so many days before, Yuna--the last and most accomplished Summoner of Spira--drew into her possesive shell, absentmidedly shedding her bed clothes to replace them with those of the day, pulling through the knots and tangled accumalted from sleep in her hair and washing her face to 'wake herself up.' This was her reality--however wavering it seemed...
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Author's Note: Short, sufferable, and generally boring. I promise, there is some plot behind this. I just don't want to make you people suffer with chapter not only boring and pointless, but long and tedious to boot. However, I've got a few things mapped out in my mind for the next chapters and have a few clips here and there 'sketched' out for coming chapters. So, hopefully I'll be getting my mind into gear and actually finishing a fic. (What a concept, ne?)
Also, grammatical errors and such have been drawn to my attention, (Thanks No One! I greatly appreciate you comments! ^^) so I'd just like to say that I'm going to be finishing up the story--hopefully--before going over gramatical/spelling errors...for sanity's sake.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character within this FANfiction. All characters and original ideas belong to Sqauresoft and their so-named creators. -------------------------------------
Chapter Two: Thoughts of the Forsaken
-------------------------------------
"...Thank you..."
With a shuddering breath, Yuna jerked awake, entangled in the coverings of her bed, a red blanket her only cover against the night air of Besaid Island. The summers...they were always devestatingly hot, but, it wasn't the heat that woke the 'final summoner' from her tainted slumbering. The stark memories of days lost past flickered inside Yuna's head, a shaky hand brushed across her temples to either stifle the oncoming headache or make sure she had really been dreaming. She didn't want this torturous state to go on--this drifting from illusion to reality, not caring which she inhabited when. She had problems to attend to...and yet...she couldn't keep her mind from wandering to the sparkling waters of the ocean's tides.
She had never gotten the full story out of Wakka--or...she didn't think so. The retired blitzer had always muttered something about one of the 'boys' misjudging and kicking the blitzball out into the ocean only for it to come back at them like some fiend in the water had decided to get revenge for being whacked. Yuna twisted around, burying her face into the chocobo feather-filled pillow, mismatched eyes closed tightly. Some fiend, eh? It all would have been easier if he had just been a fiend--or...would it have? She wasn't even sure anymore. Every time she thought that way, thoughts of 'salvation' churned inside her head. If he hadn't come...she'd...be dead...Spira would just have another bath in false hope and false reality and that spiral would keep coming. Then again...he would still be alive. The fayth would still be dreaming and--
Yuna scolded herself for such selfish thoughts. She should be happy, right? Spira was saved--they all had their salvation and she was their savior, right? Again, that wreaking dismay chewed at her insides. She would have been just another summoner to fall to the Final Aeon--and one of her guardians...her friends...would have been Sin, that terrible armor for the deceptor. For a moment, she wondered: who would have taken the fate of being the Final Aeon? She was perfectly aware Lulu and Wakka--even Rikku and Kimahri--would have gladly done it...but...she sensed it was out of duty. They all would have done it, even Sir Auron she believed, but, it was a much different thing to be one of five to volunteer instead of the only one. Each one, no doubt, would have never backed down to let another to the deed...and yet...every one would have wanted to--but, ah! Why was she even thinking of these things?!
Groaning, Yuna untangled herself from the quilt, rubbing her bare arms for a moment of comfort before pulling herself to her feet. For a moment, she stood inside the dim interior of the hut, the morning sunlight filtering in through the lone window and the cracks between the fabric-made door. Here she was, how old was she now? Oh, yes...nineteen. She smiled slightly, running a hand through her hair. She honestly never thought she would see that number. Her father...he had lived so much life before the pilgrimage...but herself? Perhaps that was why it had been hard, and yet, she couldn't help thinking it was the same for every summoner.
Yuna shook her head. There she was again: going off on thoughts that didn't matter anymore. There isn't a Sin anymore, it's NOT coming back, Yuna. Listen to yourself. You really are going crazy; talking to yourself. As crazy as...Yuna shook her head again, massaging her temples. She didn't want to think about anything right now. It would be best just to do as she always did--retreat back into herself and keep that robot--that machina version of herself--running through life. It was so much easier to do that: to simply draw away into her own thoughts and let human instinct deal with such mundane things as bathing or dressing--or even talking it seemed sometimes. She had to admit, a few years ago, the thought of a human drawing away from reality would be horrifying--something the crazed and insane did. Maybe...maybe she really was going insane? Insane with grief? Maybe that's why Wakka and Lulu always seemed so...worried...
Best not to think about it. So, as it had been with so many days before, Yuna--the last and most accomplished Summoner of Spira--drew into her possesive shell, absentmidedly shedding her bed clothes to replace them with those of the day, pulling through the knots and tangled accumalted from sleep in her hair and washing her face to 'wake herself up.' This was her reality--however wavering it seemed...
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Author's Note: Short, sufferable, and generally boring. I promise, there is some plot behind this. I just don't want to make you people suffer with chapter not only boring and pointless, but long and tedious to boot. However, I've got a few things mapped out in my mind for the next chapters and have a few clips here and there 'sketched' out for coming chapters. So, hopefully I'll be getting my mind into gear and actually finishing a fic. (What a concept, ne?)
Also, grammatical errors and such have been drawn to my attention, (Thanks No One! I greatly appreciate you comments! ^^) so I'd just like to say that I'm going to be finishing up the story--hopefully--before going over gramatical/spelling errors...for sanity's sake.