What Glory May Come.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Hn. I don't own FFX. That should be fairly obvious. And I
don't claim to own it either.
Ano, this is one of my first fics. I am very far from finishing. Anyone who knows me knows I take for-ever to finish things- most especially fics. Anypoo, this is a fic about the Guado Glories, the blitzball team. Yeah, yeah, BUT REALLY. Its not about blitz. I couldn't do a sports fic if my life depended on it. This is a fantasy fic involving a couple of the blitzers and a couple of new charas. This takes place just after the Aurochs beat the Goers at the Luca Cup. I have it as the Aurochs playing the Glories beforehand. Enjoy what you may. It will take me forever to finish. Don't flame me either. Or it'll be Ensatsu Kokuryu HA for you. No yaoi in this one, gomen. *winku* ______________________________________________________________________
Nav sat watching the droplets of water stream down the waterproof clothe of his suit to form a puddle below his feet.
The Guado Glories had lost. He had lost. Their winning streak was over. And worst of all they had lost to the Besaid Aurochs of all the blitz teams! The Aurochs were terrible, having never won a single game since they were first initiated. It just did not make sense. "Stupid Humans.", the Guado thought to himself.
Across the locker room, Nav could see Zazi had taken the loss a lot worse than he. Nav's childhood friend did not look angry- at himself or his teamates, or even the Aurochs for that matter- but looked boyishly sad instead. Almost on the verge of tears one might say.
The Glories had always placed in the Finals at the Luca Cup. Sure, they hadn't beaten the Goers for close to three Championships but to face them, alone, was prestigious enough. Second place still brought home a generous amount of prize money- 50,000 gil- and a small golden chalice to Guadosalam and that was much better than nothing at all.
Before the Luca Cup Tournament, the Glories had been on a fantastic run of luck. They'd beaten the Fangs, the Beasts, and the other teams several times in the non-tournament games. The prizes and honor given to the Guado Glories was well-worth the black eye Nav had received from one of the Psyches after their win over the Al-Bhed team. Nonetheless, Captain Giera had not been amused.
Thinking of Giera, Nav searched the room for the team captain. He was easy to find. Cursing to himself in betwseen bouts of silent disbelief, the gray-brown hair of the Guado still dripped water down the high collar of his suit. He hadn't even towelled off after the match. Normally, the defeated teams would watch the Final Match but under Giera's lead, the Guado team staged a rude exit back to the locker room.
Nav was happy about that. He didn't want to watch the Aurochs battle it out with the Goers anymore than the rest of the Glories. Though it would be seen as bad sportsmanship, the team could just as easily use the excuse of 'being a Guado'- something humans often used to explain the things Guado did that they did not understand or find very different.
The Glories' goalkeeper, Noi, strolled by- or was that tiptoed by. He was keeping his distance from Giera but he knew once they were on the boat back to Guadosalam, Giera would confront him inevitably. Noi had had a terrible time fending off the Aurochs offensive team- somehow, they had learned how to score a goal. The Aurochs were the same humans they were last year, weren't they? Nav couldn't tell them apart. The Captain had not changed, the name Wakka he did remember. Perhaps they had started a new training regimen? That, the Guado could appreciate. He too had a strict training schedule he followed religiously even during the off-season. Such did cut into his time at the Macalania temple but as far as Nav was concerned playing blitz would just have to make up for it.
That was something Captain Giera couldn't appreciate, all jokes aside. He wanted the Glores to train their hardest but never ever did he want them to skip prayer time. Stubborness in that area got your pay docked and fifty laps but little did Giera know but Nav liked doing those laps. Completely exhausting oneself so that you can go farther the next time was written in gold in the Glories' Center's fitness routine.
Rising to his feet, Nav drew the eyes of Pah. Her eyes were pinched but still held their proud gleam. She was a defender and took her role very seriously. After the game against the Fangs, her ribs had been bruised but she was determined to continue playing. After the matchup with the Aurochs, the young Guado woman had to have her ribs wrapped. The blitzball medical staff had had wods with Giera about Pah's 'over-enthusiastic' guarding techniques.
Auda, the other defender, was glanding pensively at their captain. The humans found it morally offensive to have co-ed locker rooms but the Glories were a team, they were above the sort of segregation. She had managed to get through the games relatively unscaved.
Nav stretched his long fingers up toward the ceiling, feeling his tired muscles twinge and ache all over his body before dropping them nonchalantly behind his head. He headed toward Zazi, the shorter Guado stodd partially in his locker, leaning over as he was. Nav didn't speak as he rested his back against the adjoining locker.
His face partially concealed by his collar, his lidded eyes were unfocused- most likely in retrospect of their defeat. The pale green of the Guado's hair brought out the unusual yellow tint to his skin- he looked like he was going to be violently ill. Zazi was taking the loss hard.
That drained some of Nav's anger and bade him bite back on the terse words he normally would have said, though they would never he directed at Zazi himself. "Oi, Zaz, are you okay? You don't look so well."
"Daijoubu. daijoubu." Zazi said softly. He paused and then switched to the Guado tongue. "I am alright."
Dispite being the youngest on the team, Zazi was the most fluent in the common human tongue, more so than Giera. He would every once in a while mix up his speech.
"The medic that took care of Pah is down the hall if you need her."
"Nah, I'm alright. Really. I'll take something when we're back on the ship."
"And sleep the whole way home?!" Nav exclaimed, pleased to see one of Zazi's eyes widen and shift to regard him curiously. "You can't."
"And why is that?" Zazi asked, the other eye opening. "You aren't thinking of earning yourself another black eye are you? I know you know the Ronso are taking the same ship back. Giera said-"
"'Giera said'" Nav chided. "You sound like Auda. No, I have no schemes in plan at this time but now that you mention it I do have some pay that hasn't been docked this season."
"You're joking." Zazi said, trying to state thus and not question it. He straightened but kept his hands on the lockers to steady himself.
Nav grinned, flashing his sharp white canines. Uncrossing his arms from behind his head he gave up the façade with a soft laugh. "I'm joking. Even I am not stupid enough to rile the whole Ronso team when I'm stuck on a boat with them. I can just see Giera handing me over to them and me spending the rest of the trip home hanging from my ankles on the prow of the ship."
"Well, I am glad you've grown up since that Al-Bhed incident." Zazi said, plopping unceremoniously down on the bench.
"Hmmm." Nav put a foot onto the bench and leaned onto his knee. "Now, come on you, splill it."
"Ah, what do you mean?" Zazi said, putting his head into his hands. Suddenly, he had a gigantic headache.
"Come on, Genius. I've known you before you started blitz. Nothing gets by you. So, what'd you learn?"
"Ah. learn"
Straddling the bench, Nav's eyes glowed. For a moment, he forgot his anger toward the humans who defeated them in light of learning the How and the Why. Though it was the Captains job to watch for the opposing teams new techniques, Zazi- to Nav- was the prime source. The small Guado had the best eyes and could easily learn a new technique in the first round and play it in the second.
"Anti-venom. Withershot 2."
"WOO HOO!" Nav exclaimed, making a fist. Gaining the fierce aggravated gaze of Giera, he appropriately closed his mouth. "Well, this may not have been a great tournament but the Glories will reign at the next game, mark my words!"
Above them in the stadium, the buzzer sounded as the Aurochs scored yet another goal on the defending champions the Goers. The stands echoed with the screams of the fans who now were shouting for the very first time the name of the Aurochs Captian. Wakka. ______________________________________________________________________ Nee, nee! How did you like it so far? Oooo, I hope its understandable. I tried to make personalities out of the little bit of dialog the Guado's had. I changed Zazi in the middle of the script to be kinda of a sweetheart- he is actually rather mercenary in the game. SO, hope you like!!!
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Hn. I don't own FFX. That should be fairly obvious. And I
don't claim to own it either.
Ano, this is one of my first fics. I am very far from finishing. Anyone who knows me knows I take for-ever to finish things- most especially fics. Anypoo, this is a fic about the Guado Glories, the blitzball team. Yeah, yeah, BUT REALLY. Its not about blitz. I couldn't do a sports fic if my life depended on it. This is a fantasy fic involving a couple of the blitzers and a couple of new charas. This takes place just after the Aurochs beat the Goers at the Luca Cup. I have it as the Aurochs playing the Glories beforehand. Enjoy what you may. It will take me forever to finish. Don't flame me either. Or it'll be Ensatsu Kokuryu HA for you. No yaoi in this one, gomen. *winku* ______________________________________________________________________
Nav sat watching the droplets of water stream down the waterproof clothe of his suit to form a puddle below his feet.
The Guado Glories had lost. He had lost. Their winning streak was over. And worst of all they had lost to the Besaid Aurochs of all the blitz teams! The Aurochs were terrible, having never won a single game since they were first initiated. It just did not make sense. "Stupid Humans.", the Guado thought to himself.
Across the locker room, Nav could see Zazi had taken the loss a lot worse than he. Nav's childhood friend did not look angry- at himself or his teamates, or even the Aurochs for that matter- but looked boyishly sad instead. Almost on the verge of tears one might say.
The Glories had always placed in the Finals at the Luca Cup. Sure, they hadn't beaten the Goers for close to three Championships but to face them, alone, was prestigious enough. Second place still brought home a generous amount of prize money- 50,000 gil- and a small golden chalice to Guadosalam and that was much better than nothing at all.
Before the Luca Cup Tournament, the Glories had been on a fantastic run of luck. They'd beaten the Fangs, the Beasts, and the other teams several times in the non-tournament games. The prizes and honor given to the Guado Glories was well-worth the black eye Nav had received from one of the Psyches after their win over the Al-Bhed team. Nonetheless, Captain Giera had not been amused.
Thinking of Giera, Nav searched the room for the team captain. He was easy to find. Cursing to himself in betwseen bouts of silent disbelief, the gray-brown hair of the Guado still dripped water down the high collar of his suit. He hadn't even towelled off after the match. Normally, the defeated teams would watch the Final Match but under Giera's lead, the Guado team staged a rude exit back to the locker room.
Nav was happy about that. He didn't want to watch the Aurochs battle it out with the Goers anymore than the rest of the Glories. Though it would be seen as bad sportsmanship, the team could just as easily use the excuse of 'being a Guado'- something humans often used to explain the things Guado did that they did not understand or find very different.
The Glories' goalkeeper, Noi, strolled by- or was that tiptoed by. He was keeping his distance from Giera but he knew once they were on the boat back to Guadosalam, Giera would confront him inevitably. Noi had had a terrible time fending off the Aurochs offensive team- somehow, they had learned how to score a goal. The Aurochs were the same humans they were last year, weren't they? Nav couldn't tell them apart. The Captain had not changed, the name Wakka he did remember. Perhaps they had started a new training regimen? That, the Guado could appreciate. He too had a strict training schedule he followed religiously even during the off-season. Such did cut into his time at the Macalania temple but as far as Nav was concerned playing blitz would just have to make up for it.
That was something Captain Giera couldn't appreciate, all jokes aside. He wanted the Glores to train their hardest but never ever did he want them to skip prayer time. Stubborness in that area got your pay docked and fifty laps but little did Giera know but Nav liked doing those laps. Completely exhausting oneself so that you can go farther the next time was written in gold in the Glories' Center's fitness routine.
Rising to his feet, Nav drew the eyes of Pah. Her eyes were pinched but still held their proud gleam. She was a defender and took her role very seriously. After the game against the Fangs, her ribs had been bruised but she was determined to continue playing. After the matchup with the Aurochs, the young Guado woman had to have her ribs wrapped. The blitzball medical staff had had wods with Giera about Pah's 'over-enthusiastic' guarding techniques.
Auda, the other defender, was glanding pensively at their captain. The humans found it morally offensive to have co-ed locker rooms but the Glories were a team, they were above the sort of segregation. She had managed to get through the games relatively unscaved.
Nav stretched his long fingers up toward the ceiling, feeling his tired muscles twinge and ache all over his body before dropping them nonchalantly behind his head. He headed toward Zazi, the shorter Guado stodd partially in his locker, leaning over as he was. Nav didn't speak as he rested his back against the adjoining locker.
His face partially concealed by his collar, his lidded eyes were unfocused- most likely in retrospect of their defeat. The pale green of the Guado's hair brought out the unusual yellow tint to his skin- he looked like he was going to be violently ill. Zazi was taking the loss hard.
That drained some of Nav's anger and bade him bite back on the terse words he normally would have said, though they would never he directed at Zazi himself. "Oi, Zaz, are you okay? You don't look so well."
"Daijoubu. daijoubu." Zazi said softly. He paused and then switched to the Guado tongue. "I am alright."
Dispite being the youngest on the team, Zazi was the most fluent in the common human tongue, more so than Giera. He would every once in a while mix up his speech.
"The medic that took care of Pah is down the hall if you need her."
"Nah, I'm alright. Really. I'll take something when we're back on the ship."
"And sleep the whole way home?!" Nav exclaimed, pleased to see one of Zazi's eyes widen and shift to regard him curiously. "You can't."
"And why is that?" Zazi asked, the other eye opening. "You aren't thinking of earning yourself another black eye are you? I know you know the Ronso are taking the same ship back. Giera said-"
"'Giera said'" Nav chided. "You sound like Auda. No, I have no schemes in plan at this time but now that you mention it I do have some pay that hasn't been docked this season."
"You're joking." Zazi said, trying to state thus and not question it. He straightened but kept his hands on the lockers to steady himself.
Nav grinned, flashing his sharp white canines. Uncrossing his arms from behind his head he gave up the façade with a soft laugh. "I'm joking. Even I am not stupid enough to rile the whole Ronso team when I'm stuck on a boat with them. I can just see Giera handing me over to them and me spending the rest of the trip home hanging from my ankles on the prow of the ship."
"Well, I am glad you've grown up since that Al-Bhed incident." Zazi said, plopping unceremoniously down on the bench.
"Hmmm." Nav put a foot onto the bench and leaned onto his knee. "Now, come on you, splill it."
"Ah, what do you mean?" Zazi said, putting his head into his hands. Suddenly, he had a gigantic headache.
"Come on, Genius. I've known you before you started blitz. Nothing gets by you. So, what'd you learn?"
"Ah. learn"
Straddling the bench, Nav's eyes glowed. For a moment, he forgot his anger toward the humans who defeated them in light of learning the How and the Why. Though it was the Captains job to watch for the opposing teams new techniques, Zazi- to Nav- was the prime source. The small Guado had the best eyes and could easily learn a new technique in the first round and play it in the second.
"Anti-venom. Withershot 2."
"WOO HOO!" Nav exclaimed, making a fist. Gaining the fierce aggravated gaze of Giera, he appropriately closed his mouth. "Well, this may not have been a great tournament but the Glories will reign at the next game, mark my words!"
Above them in the stadium, the buzzer sounded as the Aurochs scored yet another goal on the defending champions the Goers. The stands echoed with the screams of the fans who now were shouting for the very first time the name of the Aurochs Captian. Wakka. ______________________________________________________________________ Nee, nee! How did you like it so far? Oooo, I hope its understandable. I tried to make personalities out of the little bit of dialog the Guado's had. I changed Zazi in the middle of the script to be kinda of a sweetheart- he is actually rather mercenary in the game. SO, hope you like!!!