AUTHORS NOTE: *sighs* ah love! ah Auron! *dreamy grin* ^.^ In this ficcy his current weapon is the Kotetsu instead of the Katana. Reason being that atm I'm playing ffx and it's my FAVE weapon. Deathtouch, Evade And Counter, and Piercing (works well for me! ^.^).
Thanks to-
Rinny Leonhart/Rikku: Ya, you guessed the triangle! -_-" lol.. but that's fine (pretty obvious anyway!). I'v got it all planned!
Blurry: Enjoy!
Until than.. I'm off to conquer that darn sphere grid! *cheesy*
(I loved desciribing Auron asleep!! *lubblubb* #^____^#)
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'The Power Of Change'
*a Rikku and Auron romance*
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Chapter Six: 'Untold Truths'
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Sono kao
sotto furete,
asa ni tokeru
yumemiru. *
~"Suteki da Ne" - Final Fantasy X ~
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Rikku awoke the next morning to glorious weather. The sun outside her tent was so bright that it lit up the canvas around her as if it were a stained-glass window, shafts of it shining softly down onto the sleeping form of Auron - laying some distance away from her own residing. Admiring the fine muscular contours of his arms that rested casually against his side, Rikku quitely crawled towards him - her eyes never leaving the peaceful mask of sleep that was set apon his face.
As she watched him in silent fascination, studying the long lashes that kissed the beginning of his cheek.. silky dark hair that swept back from his face and pooled onto the canvas floor about his sholders, and lips that were parted slightly due to his hushed breathing, she reached out a single finger. Hesitating for a moment, as if testing to see wether he really was asleep, Rikku allowed a sweet smile to slip across her lips. Auron.. .
A quiet breath was drawn in to ease the way her hand trembled, and she touched the skin above Aurons right brow lightly, allowing her finger to ever-so-gently trace it's way over his lidded eye.. the place which, in the future.. would be marred by a deep, vicious scar.
From Aurons parted lips a quiet sigh was omitted as Rikku caressed his skin, indicating he was in the process of awakening. From fear of being caught in the act the pretty blonde Al Bhed quickly scrambled to her feet - collecting her few belongings together and making a hasty retreat into the world outside.
Jecht was standing outside his own tent and stretching, obviously having just woken up like she had, but looking very different indeed. Rikku supressed a giggle at the blitzballers long mop of hair - which was poking out in all directions in some sort of giant rats-nest, partially covering his face in some places.
'Hey kid,' Jecht mumbled in a sleep-ridden voice, 'sleep well?'
'Uh-huh! Like a log!' She grinned. 'How about you?'
'Terrible!' he moaned, brushing some of the dark flaxen strands back from infront of his eye, 'Braska was tossing and turning as if he was fighting fiends all night long.. he kicked me in the gut twice, and once in the.. yeh.' Jecht winced as he spoke the last bit, making it only too obvious what he was talking about. 'I ended up over the opposite side of the tent and was STILL getting hit!' Rikku laughed, flashing him a compassionate look afterwards.
Braska soon appeared in his usual clean-cut summoner style, not a single silver hair out of place. 'Good morning to you all.' He announced, bowing in the traditional Yevonite style before looking around. 'Auron.. where is he?'
'Oh, just coming I think,' Rikku replied, hearing the crunch of his heavy boots behind her as Auron approached - confirming her words. He carried his Kotetsu slung over his right shoulder, as always, and fixed Rikku's back with a penetrating gaze.. slightly unnerving the young Al Bhed as she stood waiting.
'I'm ready. Lets go.' Short and simple.
'Right! Guadosalam and breakfast awaits!' Braska announced, laughing as Jechts' stomach growled loudly in response.
So they continued on their journey. Braska, Jecht and Rikku chatted back and forth between each other whilst Auron walked a slight distance behind - taking this oppertunity to examine the Al Bheds behaviour a little.
Having spent most of his life as a monk in the order of Yevon - Auron was naturally opposed to the Al Bhed race. Even after he was excommunicated and banished from Besaid villiage, his dislike for the machina-using desert dwellers never faultered. There had only been one Al Bhed that Auron had ever trusted - Lord Braskas wife - and she was no longer alive.
Now another Al Bhed had entered his world, dispite his unwillingness to let them.. and this one was a real puzzle. Usually Auron could put off anyone with his aloof manner and perhaps the occasional swing of his Kotetsu.. preferring to only truly accept those he felt closest to, and no more. Why did this particular Al Bhed insist on testing his patience to such an extent?
Than there had been the matter of that very morning.
He KNEW it had been Rikku.. kneeling beside him and running her finger down his face.
Yet, he had neither done nor said anything to show he was aware of that contact. Instead, he'd lain there.. feeling the strange tingling sensation following the warmth of her fingertip.. breathing evenly.. and trying to think of how he could make it stop.
Because.. Because he had liked it.
Now as he remembered it all, his stomach churned slowly. It was a strange feeling.. one Auron only got on very rare occasions - when he was nervous.. or afraid.
So he studied her. Watching silently in an attempt to decifer what it was about her.. that made his steely resolve to completely ignore Rikku almost completely invalid.
She was twirling with a smile on her face, joining in with Lord Braska and Jechts prolonged laughter over all manner of past events, and never seeming the slightest bit aware of the stoic gaurdians close scrutiny of her. Occasionally Auron would hear his name being mentioned, and a frown of dissapproval would cross his face at the knowledge that he was perhaps the subject of somebody elses' ridicule. However, for the majority of the time they all journeyed, Auron was left alone with his thoughts.
Perhaps that was his flaw at that moment.
Rikku heard it first. Hailing from the desert and working for long hours in the hot sun on some piece of machina year after year, surrounded by nature.. she had become extra perceptive of the smallest noises - it was an essential ability when in an area crawling with fiends.
So continuing to listen impassively and allowing the sounds of Braska and Jechts voice to fade into the distance, she focused on which direction the fiend was approaching from - her eyes darting about suspiciously for any sign of foreign movement in the shadows.
Finally.. as the faint sound grew just that decibel louder, she whirled around in a half-circle - facing Auron with wide eyes.
A strangled cry escaped her lips and she began to run towards him, ignoring Jecht and Braskas' suprised shouts and the way the dark gaurdian narrowed his eyes into a puzzled glare.
'Auron!!'
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©Erica Runge, 2nd of March, 2003. All characters, songwords, etc ©Squaresoft and FFX.
*[translation: 'My dream of your face/that I softly touch/melts in the morning.']
Thanks to-
Rinny Leonhart/Rikku: Ya, you guessed the triangle! -_-" lol.. but that's fine (pretty obvious anyway!). I'v got it all planned!
Blurry: Enjoy!
Until than.. I'm off to conquer that darn sphere grid! *cheesy*
(I loved desciribing Auron asleep!! *lubblubb* #^____^#)
******************************************************
******************************************************
'The Power Of Change'
*a Rikku and Auron romance*
******************************************************
Chapter Six: 'Untold Truths'
******************************************************
Sono kao
sotto furete,
asa ni tokeru
yumemiru. *
~"Suteki da Ne" - Final Fantasy X ~
******************************************************
Rikku awoke the next morning to glorious weather. The sun outside her tent was so bright that it lit up the canvas around her as if it were a stained-glass window, shafts of it shining softly down onto the sleeping form of Auron - laying some distance away from her own residing. Admiring the fine muscular contours of his arms that rested casually against his side, Rikku quitely crawled towards him - her eyes never leaving the peaceful mask of sleep that was set apon his face.
As she watched him in silent fascination, studying the long lashes that kissed the beginning of his cheek.. silky dark hair that swept back from his face and pooled onto the canvas floor about his sholders, and lips that were parted slightly due to his hushed breathing, she reached out a single finger. Hesitating for a moment, as if testing to see wether he really was asleep, Rikku allowed a sweet smile to slip across her lips. Auron.. .
A quiet breath was drawn in to ease the way her hand trembled, and she touched the skin above Aurons right brow lightly, allowing her finger to ever-so-gently trace it's way over his lidded eye.. the place which, in the future.. would be marred by a deep, vicious scar.
From Aurons parted lips a quiet sigh was omitted as Rikku caressed his skin, indicating he was in the process of awakening. From fear of being caught in the act the pretty blonde Al Bhed quickly scrambled to her feet - collecting her few belongings together and making a hasty retreat into the world outside.
Jecht was standing outside his own tent and stretching, obviously having just woken up like she had, but looking very different indeed. Rikku supressed a giggle at the blitzballers long mop of hair - which was poking out in all directions in some sort of giant rats-nest, partially covering his face in some places.
'Hey kid,' Jecht mumbled in a sleep-ridden voice, 'sleep well?'
'Uh-huh! Like a log!' She grinned. 'How about you?'
'Terrible!' he moaned, brushing some of the dark flaxen strands back from infront of his eye, 'Braska was tossing and turning as if he was fighting fiends all night long.. he kicked me in the gut twice, and once in the.. yeh.' Jecht winced as he spoke the last bit, making it only too obvious what he was talking about. 'I ended up over the opposite side of the tent and was STILL getting hit!' Rikku laughed, flashing him a compassionate look afterwards.
Braska soon appeared in his usual clean-cut summoner style, not a single silver hair out of place. 'Good morning to you all.' He announced, bowing in the traditional Yevonite style before looking around. 'Auron.. where is he?'
'Oh, just coming I think,' Rikku replied, hearing the crunch of his heavy boots behind her as Auron approached - confirming her words. He carried his Kotetsu slung over his right shoulder, as always, and fixed Rikku's back with a penetrating gaze.. slightly unnerving the young Al Bhed as she stood waiting.
'I'm ready. Lets go.' Short and simple.
'Right! Guadosalam and breakfast awaits!' Braska announced, laughing as Jechts' stomach growled loudly in response.
So they continued on their journey. Braska, Jecht and Rikku chatted back and forth between each other whilst Auron walked a slight distance behind - taking this oppertunity to examine the Al Bheds behaviour a little.
Having spent most of his life as a monk in the order of Yevon - Auron was naturally opposed to the Al Bhed race. Even after he was excommunicated and banished from Besaid villiage, his dislike for the machina-using desert dwellers never faultered. There had only been one Al Bhed that Auron had ever trusted - Lord Braskas wife - and she was no longer alive.
Now another Al Bhed had entered his world, dispite his unwillingness to let them.. and this one was a real puzzle. Usually Auron could put off anyone with his aloof manner and perhaps the occasional swing of his Kotetsu.. preferring to only truly accept those he felt closest to, and no more. Why did this particular Al Bhed insist on testing his patience to such an extent?
Than there had been the matter of that very morning.
He KNEW it had been Rikku.. kneeling beside him and running her finger down his face.
Yet, he had neither done nor said anything to show he was aware of that contact. Instead, he'd lain there.. feeling the strange tingling sensation following the warmth of her fingertip.. breathing evenly.. and trying to think of how he could make it stop.
Because.. Because he had liked it.
Now as he remembered it all, his stomach churned slowly. It was a strange feeling.. one Auron only got on very rare occasions - when he was nervous.. or afraid.
So he studied her. Watching silently in an attempt to decifer what it was about her.. that made his steely resolve to completely ignore Rikku almost completely invalid.
She was twirling with a smile on her face, joining in with Lord Braska and Jechts prolonged laughter over all manner of past events, and never seeming the slightest bit aware of the stoic gaurdians close scrutiny of her. Occasionally Auron would hear his name being mentioned, and a frown of dissapproval would cross his face at the knowledge that he was perhaps the subject of somebody elses' ridicule. However, for the majority of the time they all journeyed, Auron was left alone with his thoughts.
Perhaps that was his flaw at that moment.
Rikku heard it first. Hailing from the desert and working for long hours in the hot sun on some piece of machina year after year, surrounded by nature.. she had become extra perceptive of the smallest noises - it was an essential ability when in an area crawling with fiends.
So continuing to listen impassively and allowing the sounds of Braska and Jechts voice to fade into the distance, she focused on which direction the fiend was approaching from - her eyes darting about suspiciously for any sign of foreign movement in the shadows.
Finally.. as the faint sound grew just that decibel louder, she whirled around in a half-circle - facing Auron with wide eyes.
A strangled cry escaped her lips and she began to run towards him, ignoring Jecht and Braskas' suprised shouts and the way the dark gaurdian narrowed his eyes into a puzzled glare.
'Auron!!'
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©Erica Runge, 2nd of March, 2003. All characters, songwords, etc ©Squaresoft and FFX.
*[translation: 'My dream of your face/that I softly touch/melts in the morning.']