Title: I'm A Fighter, Not A Lover

Rating: PG-13

Author: Rageful Fairy

Categories: Action/Adventure + Romnce + Drama + Angst

Discalaimer: I do not claim ownership of FFX

Summary: Auron's look at the relationship he's formed with Rikku during Yuna's pilgrimage.

Author's Notes: Happy Thanksgivin' to you people! To show all of you readers how much I love ya'll, this chapter is dedicated to EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! 'Cause I love ALL OF YOU! *huggles all readers* Y'all rock! Thank you for giving!

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Sixth Chapter : Cracking the Ice

"Lady Yuna, I await your favorable reply," the Maester said as the Summoner left.

As I turned to leave, the Maester stopped me in my tracks by words. "Why are you still here, sir?" he questioned. Tidus gave a confused stare at Maester Seymour, then at me. Maester Seymour spoke up once again, "I beg my pardon, but we Guado are keen to the scent of the Farplane."

Tidus leaned in close to me and sniffed me. I gave the young man a gentle shove out of my way and continued my stride out of the room and out of the building. As I exited, Tidus followed me, and we met the others outside of the manor. "Hm... the High-Summoner's daughter. Seymour, the leader of the Guado. Married in the name of Yevon, overcoming the barriers of race. It would give Spira something cheery to talk about, for a change," Lulu acknowledged.

"I don' know, Lu. It sounds just like a passin' daydream just like Sir Auron said," Wakka replied.

"C'mon. Let's just get on with the pilgrimage! I mean... marriage?" Tidus chimed in, loudly expressing his opinion with slight jealousy.

"Whoo, looks like somebody's a li'l jealous," innocently taunted Rikku.

"No way!" Tidus grew flushed. "We gotta defeat Sin. Romance can wait!"

"He sure picked a fine time tolay this one on us," Wakka complained with a groan.

"Well... maybe...maybe it is a fine time," Yuna whispered in reply.

"You serious?" Tidus questioned.

"If my getting married would help Spira... if it would make people happy... if I could do that for people... I should do what I can. I never imagined myself doing something like this and I won't answer 'til I know what's right," Yuna answered with a burning passion in her blue-and-green eyes.

"Seriously?"

"Y'know, Yunie, you could always quit your pilgrimage and get married," Rikku suggested with concern in her voice.

"I will...," the Summoner began. She paused for a few seconds, "Go on. I'm sure Maester Seymour will understand."

"Umm, I guess so," Rikku said.

"I am a Summoner! I must fight and defeat Sin!" Yuna exclaimed with a slight tint of fury in her different-colored eyes.

"Just like Braska before you." I defended her. I knew that defeating Sin was to be her destiny. She has to continue the legacy that Lady Yunalesca began, and the one Lord Braska had continued.

"I'm going to the Farplane. I need to see my mother and father to think about rhings," Yuna annouced.

"Go on ahead. We'll be right behind you," Lulu told the young Summoner.

We all made out ways through the dark and shadowy setting of Guadosalam. We climbed up the paths that were made of tree roots, vines, and mud used as cement. The short travel there was completely silent and no glances were exchanged to and fro.

"Whoa now, QUESTION! You said that we're going to the Farplane, right? So their souls... or whatever they are got to the Farplane, right? But that's the Farplane we're going to, right? And Yuna's old man is there. Do dead people live there or something?" Tidus inquired, now giving the company something to talk about.

"You thinkin' them funny thoughts again? You'll see once we get there!" Wakka told him.

A true Guado native standing infront of the cloudy enterance of the Farplane. A warm blend of white, light blue, and light pink swirled together as the door of the magnificent place that carries the burden of those departed. I know this place all too well.

... I knew it so well that I didn't even have to go in. I did not belong there.

I took a seat on the stair railing that lead up into the enterence of the Farplane. I took a sip of sake from my jug and laid my Katana on the side of the railing. That took a heavy load off of my shoulders and I, for once, was able to feel relaxed.

"You coming?" Tidus questioned me.

"No. I do not belong there," I simply stated.

"You're scared!" Tidus taunted me like a little child.

"Searching the past to find the future. That is all that is there. I need it not. You'd better be going," I told him, not bothering to look at him straight in the eyes when I spoke to him.

"You're not really going to see the dead, more like your memories of them. People think of their relatives, and the pyreflies react to them. They take on the form of the dead person-an illusion, nothing else," Rikku informed Tidus, in a slightly less cheerful manner than usual. She took a seat on the opposite stair railing. "Have fun!" Rikku said, returning cheerfully.

"You're not going either?" Tidus asked, kind of puzzled.

"I like to keep my memories inside," Rikku said quietly.

"Huh?" Tidus questioned, truly puzzled now.

"Memories are nice. But that's all they are," whispered Rikku.

Tidus walked into the Farplane, leaving myself and Rikku waiting patiently for the rest of the company to return from their time of reminiscing on the past events that they shared with their departed loved ones.

"So...," Rikku said. "Anythin' you wanna talk about?" Rikku asked me.

"No," I replied to her flatly.

"C'mon, there's gotta be something you want to say. It's not like I'm gonna tell anybody," she assured me.

"There's nothing," I rejected her inquiries for chit-chat.

"Why didn't you visit the Farplane?" she asked me, trying to force a conversation upon us.

"Because I do not beling there," I simply replied.

"I see," she whispered. "Are you afraid of looking back at the people who died. Y'know, afraid of becoming emotional infront of everybody. Even though I don't really know you, I can tell you do not like expressing emotions," Rikku began to bombard me with questions.

"No. I do not have to dwell on the past. That's why the Farplane is there. So we don't have to every second of the day," I replied with my insight.

"I feel kind of the same way. I don't like to think about the past a lot because what is done is done, am I right?" Rikku asked.

"Yes," I coldly replied.

"The kind of makes people vulnerable to things in the future. It's like... 'oh this happened and watch it happen again!' and they're too distracted by the what if''s that whatever that 'it,' that happened was happens again!" Rikku gave me her honest thoughts and I can't argue with the fact that I agreed with her.

"I agree," I had told her.

"Yup. See, we got some things in common... so howcome you don't want to talk to me?" Rikku inquired.

"I don't like to socialize," I artlessly replied.

"Oh, I see. Well, It'd be nice if you would talk to us all once in a while. You're feelings could be very valuable, y'know," Rikku told me.

I just let out a grunt of disapproval and sat still the rest of the time I'd have to wait for the others to come back from their visitation in the Farplane. I couldn't help but to let an extremely slight smile creep upon my face that was hidden by my collar. I didn't really notice it then, but I knew I had made a friend.

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