Chapter 1: AURON MEETS SHIRTLESS JECHT
Auron and Braska walked into the prison cell, and the man behind the iron bars sat up. Auron took one look at him and- he wasn't wearing a shirt! Auron felt faint.
All he could see was the shirtless man's pecs of melon and abs of steel . Braska overlooked the ruffian's lack of attire. "You're the man from Zenarcand, right?
The shirtless man shrugged his burly shoulders. "Well, they," he spat the word out with heavy contempt, "say Zenarcand is in Ruins, that I couldn't have come from there. Are you gonna tell me that too?" Braska shook his head and the ridiculous tassels cascading down his back waved in the air. "I believe you," he started, but the shirtless man cut him off. "No you don't." "QUIET, KNAVE!" Auron shouted. Despite his strange attraction to the shirtless man, no one could be allowed to talk to Braska that way.
"It's all right, Auron." Braska said gently, giving him a light pat on the back." I have a proposition for you, sir." "Jecht." "Sir Jecht, then." Auron had no idea why Braska would stoop to calling him sir. He wasn't even wearing a shirt, although he didn't mind it that much. "We believe that we may be able to help you return to your Zanrcand."
"All right." Jecht said indifferently. "Look, I got nothing better to do, might as well go with you. Plus, I'm bored." Auron felt a thrill of pleasure at the idea. He quickly squashed the feeling, and scowled at the shirtless man, the so-called Jecht.
After all, he was supposed to be guarding Braska. Still, their journey was bound to be more interesting with the alluring shirtless Jecht. "So where to next?" Auron muttered to Braska. Jecht grinned, "Doesn't matter to me, I just want to get the hell out of here. Those Yevon dudes give me the creeps." "Be quiet. I didn't ask you." He said quickly. He shouldn't be feeling this way towards another guardian. Even if he did have a curious lack of clothing.
Auron looked down at his own thick red coat and at Braska's strange outfit of uncountable layers, and felt suddenly overdressed. Jecht looked so comfortable and free. Auron couldn't be free, free to be. Auron squashed all that hurriedly. Was that humming in his head? The shirtless Jecht was a bad influence, Auron decided. He'd have to keep a close eye on the Jecht fellow, for Braska's sake. A very close eye. For Braska's safety, of course. Yes. The three of them left the jail, leaving a few dead guards and the one terrified unnamed jailer still alive with a fat purse of gil to pay for "damages."
"We leave tonight," Braska said, once they were safely out of the jail. "You should try to get some rest and pack. some clothing before you go." "That could be a problem," Jecht smirked. "All I've got is what I'm wearing." "Auron will help you with that." Braska said pleasantly. "You can just share his room tonight until we leave."
"WHAT?!" Auron cried. "I AM NOT SHARING MY ROOM WITH THAT SHIRTLESS KNAVE!" "Why not?" Braska asked innocently, and Auron sputtered. "Don't be such a wuss." Jecht laughed. "What, are you scared or something?"
"Of course not, fool," he snapped. "I am."
Braska chuckled warmly. "Just because he has no shirt does not mean that he will try to kill you in your sleep." Auron was not about to admit that he was more afraid of his own desires than Jecht's, so he just grunted in response. This was going to be a long night.
Auron and Braska walked into the prison cell, and the man behind the iron bars sat up. Auron took one look at him and- he wasn't wearing a shirt! Auron felt faint.
All he could see was the shirtless man's pecs of melon and abs of steel . Braska overlooked the ruffian's lack of attire. "You're the man from Zenarcand, right?
The shirtless man shrugged his burly shoulders. "Well, they," he spat the word out with heavy contempt, "say Zenarcand is in Ruins, that I couldn't have come from there. Are you gonna tell me that too?" Braska shook his head and the ridiculous tassels cascading down his back waved in the air. "I believe you," he started, but the shirtless man cut him off. "No you don't." "QUIET, KNAVE!" Auron shouted. Despite his strange attraction to the shirtless man, no one could be allowed to talk to Braska that way.
"It's all right, Auron." Braska said gently, giving him a light pat on the back." I have a proposition for you, sir." "Jecht." "Sir Jecht, then." Auron had no idea why Braska would stoop to calling him sir. He wasn't even wearing a shirt, although he didn't mind it that much. "We believe that we may be able to help you return to your Zanrcand."
"All right." Jecht said indifferently. "Look, I got nothing better to do, might as well go with you. Plus, I'm bored." Auron felt a thrill of pleasure at the idea. He quickly squashed the feeling, and scowled at the shirtless man, the so-called Jecht.
After all, he was supposed to be guarding Braska. Still, their journey was bound to be more interesting with the alluring shirtless Jecht. "So where to next?" Auron muttered to Braska. Jecht grinned, "Doesn't matter to me, I just want to get the hell out of here. Those Yevon dudes give me the creeps." "Be quiet. I didn't ask you." He said quickly. He shouldn't be feeling this way towards another guardian. Even if he did have a curious lack of clothing.
Auron looked down at his own thick red coat and at Braska's strange outfit of uncountable layers, and felt suddenly overdressed. Jecht looked so comfortable and free. Auron couldn't be free, free to be. Auron squashed all that hurriedly. Was that humming in his head? The shirtless Jecht was a bad influence, Auron decided. He'd have to keep a close eye on the Jecht fellow, for Braska's sake. A very close eye. For Braska's safety, of course. Yes. The three of them left the jail, leaving a few dead guards and the one terrified unnamed jailer still alive with a fat purse of gil to pay for "damages."
"We leave tonight," Braska said, once they were safely out of the jail. "You should try to get some rest and pack. some clothing before you go." "That could be a problem," Jecht smirked. "All I've got is what I'm wearing." "Auron will help you with that." Braska said pleasantly. "You can just share his room tonight until we leave."
"WHAT?!" Auron cried. "I AM NOT SHARING MY ROOM WITH THAT SHIRTLESS KNAVE!" "Why not?" Braska asked innocently, and Auron sputtered. "Don't be such a wuss." Jecht laughed. "What, are you scared or something?"
"Of course not, fool," he snapped. "I am."
Braska chuckled warmly. "Just because he has no shirt does not mean that he will try to kill you in your sleep." Auron was not about to admit that he was more afraid of his own desires than Jecht's, so he just grunted in response. This was going to be a long night.
