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I don't know if it was from age, or if it was from my loss, maybe it was just the bitter years of loneliness that made my heart turn cold. The suffering of fiends seemingly enlightens my day. The more I ruthlessly kill, the happier I am. Maybe it's because I'm ridding Spira of the awful things that prey upon the poor innocent creatures. Going on trips just to slaughter as many fiends as I can in one day seemed to be the only thing fueling my very existence. Or maybe it was the Sake I drank at every bar I went to at night just in an angst-ridden remembrance of the man that left me to soothe my own tears. All I know is here I am, in Luca drinking shots of Sake one after another. I swear the bartender is wondering how I hold all this alcohol in my system without becoming the least bit tipsy. Practice. Ten long lonely years of practice, all started the day after he left my bitter soul. The small brawl between the Ronsos entertained my grievous shadow that sulked at the end of the bar. Maybe it was time I go watch the blitzball tournament. Cheer on the ill-fated Besaid Aurochs just because they were ill fated and needed luck. I think I'll do just that. Nodding to the bartender woman I rose and patted out the wrinkles from my black trench coat and paid the bill.
I growled inwardly as the light shone defiantly into my russet eyes, almost trying to blind me. Flicking the annoying leather strap that tickled my shoulder, I marched hurriedly to the Luca Stadium. The least I could do was get a good seat. The smell of trouble was thick in the air. Something was bound to happen today. But I wasn't so sure just what awaited beyond the horizon. Maybe a peaceful slumber? No. Can't think of that. Maybe the red clad warrior will be there. Maybe. I wouldn't know, I don't go to the farplane. Oh! Sorry to reminisce on my bitter thoughts there, I can't help but get lost in thought about those beautiful mahogany eyes that promised the moon. The screams of adoring fans nearly deafened me as I entered the mammoth sized dome. The reverberating shrieks parsimoniously doubling in intensity from the smooth curved walls. Striking a fancy to a lone concrete slab wall just near the entrance I came into, I leaned against it. Just in case I feel the need to get the hell out of here. The shrill cries from two teenage girls pulled me from my vacant thoughts as they spoke of the well-known Besaidian Wakka. Not only known for his gravity defying hair, but as they put it his ravishing bod. Just hopefully the red head didn't recognize me from being a native in his hometown. Well not really a native. Don't want him to think I'm a stalker. I couldn't possibly love those muscles that are beautifully sculpting his features, that soft hair you'd love to run fingers through, those majestic mahogany eyes…DAMN IT stop thinking of Auron!
A flash of red billowing in the wind caught yanked my attention off of poor Wakka getting his ass whooped by the Al Bhed Psyches. Auron? Maybe? No…stupid mind you're just hallucinating. The game dragged on, tied. The small flash in the sky made my curiosity grow, not just the wondering if that was my long lost lover but maybe, just maybe the gut wrenching feeling that gnawed away at my inner core. Something bad was going to happen, and happen soon. And it's not the fact that the Besaid Aurochs made it into the finals, and are now going against the Luca Goers. I growled as I swore I saw a glimmer of that lustrous red material that belonged to my sweetheart. No mind, drop it. It'd never be him. Not one in a million. Yevon hasn't blessed you that good enough to bring back the love of your life that fuels your existence. No…No…No. Stupid mind I don't live for him anymore. He left me. He left me to cry. He left me to save Spira. When he could've had the choice to settle down with me, get married like we had planned to. But no, he wanted to prove Spira wrong. With that bastard Braska that encouraged him. No…Braska isn't a bastard. He granted Spira the Calm. He did it for his little girl. Braska is a kind gentle man that was frowned upon for marrying an Al-Bhed. He proved us Yevonites wrong. Oh Auron, why couldn't you be kind to my hurting soul and save me from my forsaken life. It has no meaning without you. I think I shall ease my suffering with a gallon of our beloved Bevellian Sake then take my own life. To be with you. You must be on the farplane, for this world is too small to live in and not stumble upon your majestic body and soul. Your essence was too strong for me to detect up until I even heard the dreadful news of your friend's death. That's when I felt it fade away. Slowly but surely I felt my heart die. So why am I still on Spira? I should really end my suffering. I'll help father time just a little by bringing in the inevitable that ends all life. Death. Yes. I'll go drown my pain once more, up to my ear this time with Sake. No…something's wrong. My mind was no longer on the game that was won, but the nagging feeling grew stronger. Something was…A Zu just then decided to land its ugly self in front of me, and knock back those two annoying teenagers into the benches, with its massive wings. Rearing its hideous head back, it rose up into the air ready to battle.
Stupid creature. You're only going to die today. Yanking my soul from out of its dark sheath, the blade glimmered in the sunlight as the screams of running spectators flooded passed me. My heart tugged in ecstasy as I raced towards the foul fiend and slashed at its wing, knocking it to the ground into a crying fit. My face reflected the pure dark joy that radiated from deep within my core as I mercilessly attacked the fiend. Watching the pyreflies float freely around the empty space that the Zu once occupied, I growled at how powerful my attacks were. The second hit and it was dead. Why can't I just be happy? I should honestly try hand to hand combat. That's it, my mind has been decided. The fiends attacking were too weak. I'll leave it to the cocky Maester to save the people. Brushing passed the perky blonde that raced by me; I recognized his innocent chubby face from in the Blitzball tournament. He was that arrogant new kid to the Besaid Aurochs that won the game for them. Guess he wants to help save the stadium. I couldn't help but look behind me to watch him join that glimmer of red. No…mind stop wandering off to LaLa land, you know very damn well Auron is dead. Come let us drink. Let us go indulge ourselves with cheap Lucan Sake.
My heavy footsteps were the only sounds heard on the pathway towards the pub. Everyone else had vanished. Who cares where they were? I shoved the doors open to the familiar bar as the bartender only had a look of amazement on her face. I just nodded as she handed me a glass beer mug full of my favorite drink. Handing her a wad of gil I noted my thanks with a weak smile and paused to watch the screen just behind her. That new Maester and his aeon were pretty strong. Humph. Show off. Ah, no more fiends. I'd like to kick his half-guado ass his presence is bothersome. I stood still watching the screen for a good ten minutes before I decided to leave. Well off to Mi'ihen Highroad. The whole death thing will have to wait, I feel like there's something that I haven't completed yet. Maybe I should go back to my old home in Bevelle. It feels like something is there, waiting for me. Bevellian Sake? I began my trudge towards the stairs that led you out of Luca and into Mi'ihen Highroad. Something was going to happen, that gnawing feeling is still there. It wasn't the fiend attack. What is it?
Author's Notes: Fwee! Finally an update! I'm off to write the next chappie! I'm on a roll! Woo-Boy hope you "fan" readers don't stalk me through AIM every time I'm online. Yeah, yeah, you know who you all are. Too lazy to review and IM me instead. What a pity. Tee-Hee! You can guess what's gonna happen don't ya? Well…then get reading! You wanna see how they react don't ya?!