~*~Hideeeeehoooo! Well, I wrote this one today, just so I could make up with the lack of updates. I have to go now, I got to write more stuff on my exam x.x~*~
"Hey, you wanna step in here and say that?!" said a ruff, deep scratchy voice. The voice behind the bars was being frustrated by a prep in a red jacket.
"What does it matter?" a much young and calmer voice replied to the man in the red overcoat. "No one truly believes that I, a fallen Summoner who wed an Al Bhed…could possibly defeat Sin." He closed his eyes and thought about the victory of the defeat of evil he would bring to Spira. "No one expects us to succeed."
No way, he thought, No way is this drunkard becoming a guardian. "Braska, sir…"
The young Summoner thought about his victory again. "Let's show them their wrong!" he looked around to his new party. "A fallen Summoner, a man from Zanarkand…and a warrior monk, doomed to obscurity from refusing the hand of a priest's daughter. What delightful irony it would be if we defeated Sin!"
The warrior monk stood there, his pride a bit shaken once his Summoner had reminded him of that dreadful day…
"Good morning Auron." A woman's voice had greeted Auron as he stepped into the courtyard of the Bevelle temple.
Auron continued walking up the pathway in between the two gardens and up towards the steps that lead to the temple's doors. As he was walking down the dirt pathway, he approached a woman, sitting on the edge of a water fountain with her hand dipped into the water.
"I'm glad you came to see me Auron." Her voice filled the morning air with peace and harmony. Auron approached the woman finally and stopped several feet before her. "How did you sleep?" she asked him.
"That's irrelevant right now Kalama." He replied, not caring about her childish questions. He wanted to know the truth that was given to him yesterday. "Two days ago I was asked by your father to visit him in the Temple. The news that was given to me shortly after my arrival was unforeseen."
"Oh Auron, I knew you would be surprised-" the woman smiled, finally revealing her face to him. The beads that were lying on her nose swayed softly against her as she moved her head towards him. Her soft pink pupils illuminated the jewels that rested between her eyes, creating a perfect complexion. The locks of dirty blonde hair swan down past her shoulder, almost reaching her elbows. Kalama's face brightened as she turned to look at Auron.
"That's not the point Kalama." He spitted out sternly to her face. Kalama sat there, a bit taken back by his disappointment. "Now tell me, who was it that arranged this marriage without having my consent."
"Why should it matter Auron!" Kalama stood up form the stone fountain. Her long navy blue gown trailed behind her as she spun in a small circle, her arms against her chest as if she was telling her best friend about the man of her dreams. "Soon, we shall get married, have a family, you will be working while I will be in the house, and you will be well known throughout Spira! Oh, it'll be so perfect, don't you agree?" She turned to him and smiled, her eyes gleaming with delight.
Auron stood and watched as the young woman twirled around in a merrily tone, talking about a serious matter without having to worry about the consequences. "Are you aware of the situation you are putting us into?"
"Oh darling, do not worry about that now!" she smiled, trying to escape from the question at hand. She walked over towards him with a long stem rose in her hands. "You should be happy because you love me and now we shall be together forever!"
So this is how she saw it: Auron loved her. He knew this was wrong. The warrior watched as Kalama smiled and danced before him, gracefully exposing her body to try and convince Auron to marry her. He watched her, displeased at the fact that she was trying to win him over by hypnotizing him with a dance that would seduce him into loving her, or seduce him into making love to her. This was not Auron saw as love, or even a relationship. Auron has always known of forced marriages and other things that bound two people together without their consent. This type of situation was something Auron had always disagreed on. He refused himself to settle in for this type of lifestyle. To sit here for the rest of your life and to know that this marriage was a false dream, it was something Auron had despised. He would not let himself fall into this type of false hope.
"No." he said gently as she stared into her direction.
Kalama stopped dancing around the courtyard and laughed, "No' what darling?"
"I refuse to live my life bound to someone who does not love me for who I am." Auron said to her.
The princess-ego daughter slowly approached the young monk. "Excuse me?"
"I will not allow my life to fly by with artificial love while I could be doing something more complex with my life!"
The young woman was startled, and stopped before she could finish walking over to Auron. She dropped her flower as her hand slowly reached to cover her mouth.
"You stand there, baffled by my words, when actually it's the truth you are baffled by!" Auron's voice raged.
"How dare you!" Kalama whispered into the breeze.
"How dare I?" Auron questioned. "I'm afraid you should be asking yourself that question, darling." He watched as Kalama began to approach him again. "It surprises me that you actually have a will to get up in the morning. Perhaps it's the thought that maybe you will pick yourself another volunteer among this city of eligible monks day after day for your 'wedding'." The young egotistic princess continued to walk to him. "You can decide which warrior to ask next to fulfill your 'perfect life' and lie to them about loving them and giving them imaginary expectations. I do not believe in those types of lives." The blonde hair woman finally reaches his presence and stands face to face with him. Auron stares down to her, "But do not expect me to fall for you silly childish games of false love."
Kalama's eyes raged with anger, her soft petal pink eyes almost turning into a deep blood red. "Mark my work Auron, your name shall be spitted to the ground whenever whom speaks it."
Auron looked deep into her hatred eyes. "I rather it be spit to the ground because of refusal, than it to be because of artificial love."
The priest's daughter tightened her fists, crushing the small flowers within them. "Get out!" she said silently. She stares one more time into his russet eyes before screaming out the same words again to him. Auron turns his back to her and heads for the exit of the courtyard, turning his back against her and her rich lifestyle.
Kalama watches as he leaves and feels a bit upset, never actually witnessing someone finally see the truth about her. A tear sheds from her eyes, filled with pain and sorrow. "Don't you think my dad will let you go for this!" she screams out to him, just before he approaches the exit. Auron stops and turns his head to the girl, not understanding what she wants from him now. "M-my dad will make sure your life as a warrior monk are over!" she threatened. Standing all alone in the courtyard, she finally stood tall and proud, knowing that if he didn't turn around and apologize now, he would loose his home, friends, training, and name in the monk tribe.
Auron began to face her, thinking about how much was at stake if he refused. His russet eyes glances out towards the Bevelle and the real world. Then he turns around to Kalama again and looks around the courtyard, thinking about how his worries and money situation would come to an end.
"I-I cannot." The warrior says, and begins walking down the steps to the small city of his home.
Auron opened his eye, waking up from the memories he thought were forgotten. He glanced down and saw himself, holding and kissing his young apprentice. Wait, he thought, what-what is happening? His arms were forced around Rikku's body, holding the back of her neck and to her shoulders. The young blonde's hands were caressing his head, twirling her fingers within his ponytail, each twirl somehow corresponding with every pressure of her mouth.
The kiss was a powerful link between them, something Auron had been missing out of for such a long time. It felt good to be held by another person, to feel a true connection unlike the one's he has experienced. A single eye opened and the moment it appeared to the world, not a moment later did it roll to the back of his head because of the extreme sensation it was giving off. After fighting the feeling off after a couple tries, he finally opened his eye and pulled back, separating from Rikku.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, wondering why he pulled back in such a short time.
The red clad gently closed his eye and sighed heavily, as if he was swimming under water for several minutes. "Nothing for you to be concerned about." He said sternly.
Wait, hold on a second. He is not going to ruin this by transforming into this old grouchy self again for no reason. "I didn't do anything, did I?" I asked innocently. Auron watched as I leaned away from him and held onto his hand.
Shaking his head as if nothing did actually happened; he looked back to me again and just watched me. He saw the horrible expression on my face as he broke the kiss which brought so much happiness to both of us. A single sigh let out from still moisten lips and he sat forward. The warriors face lowered, "I'm sorry."
I shook my head in disbelief, "You're always sorry." I said with a frown. He turned to face me, attempting to say something, but by the time he did, I was already up and walking back to where I originally came from. What I said to him was true, but then again, I don't know him all that well. Maybe that's why he stopped kissing me…because he didn't know me well enough. Maybe it was the fact that I was a lot younger than him. I placed my head in my hands and rubbed away the upcoming tears. If anything could happen right now, crying would be the least thing I wanted. I sat against the ledge again, letting my feet dangle over the edge, wondering if I should fall off the stone ledge or not. Wait, why would I think about that anyways?
Sigh. I took the apple out of my pocket again and began tossing it up and down in my hands. Every so often would I take a bite out of the deliciously red fruit and continue throwing in the air to keep me entertained. It helped me also to keep my mind off of Auron. Maybe he didn't want Tidus or Yuna to show up and he would get caught kissing on of his allies. Who knows? Just then, I heard some familiar voices form atop of the staircase and when I recognized the scattered voices, I put my apple away so I could greet them with smiles.
~*~Hehehehe, bet'cha didn't know this, but Kalama is Hawaiian for 'Flaming torch'. Why I decided to go with that name meaning, I have no clue. Hope everything was ok. Don't worry, there will be more mushyness in later chappy's…. and a little more in later chappy's ::wink wink::~*~