Disclaimer; Don't own it. Just the OC

A/N By the way, for that reviewer who asked if I had even played the game, yes I have. I've beaten it as well. As for the fight I was referring to before, yes it's the one between the gang and Yu Yevon and all that, but Auron was sent before Tidus ever went anywhere. I remember and I've even double-checked.

Maybe this one will make more sense to people. The last one was just a blip in my writing. I don't even know why I posted it. shrugs

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The group stood on the ruins of what was once the Zanarkand Blitz- sphere, watching Yuna perform the sending. They turned, following her gaze as she gasped and stopped.

"Don't stop." Auron commanded, looking at her sharply.

"But-" She started to protest and was cut off.

"It's all right." He started forward; turning first to Kimahri, giving the Ronso an affectionate nudge at the shoulder with his fist, then his single mahogany eye trailed over to Wakka, Lulu, and Rikku. He took another step, inclining his head ever so slightly toward the young blonde to his right.

"It's been long enough." He moved toward the center of the platform, drawing his Mesamune and striking the pose of the forever-proud warrior.

"This is your world now." Yuna began to perform the sending, but was brought up short as a new voice, unfamiliar to any of them, spoke up.

"Is that so? You mean you're going to give all of this up just because you can't hack it?" They turned, and saw a young woman leaning against one of the pillars at the back, her arms crossed over her chest arrogantly. Her breastplate matched his perfectly, her tight leather trousers covering the tops of her supple leather boots, also identical to his own. A pair of spiked gloves hung from a strap at her waist, right hip, and clinked together slightly as she moved toward them. Every garment was black. Her waist-length crimson hair swayed behind her against the black leather duster she wore as she flicked the black-tipped bangs from her eyes.

"Who are you to question what I do?" Auron asked, turning an inch or so in her direction.

"Well, since my mother can't, I suppose it's up to me to answer that question isn't it?" She mused aloud. "I'm your daughter."

"You believe so, don't you?" He asked, his good eye fluttering closed for a moment as his lips quirked upwards at the corners in amusement. "I hate to shatter your dreams, but you are wrong. Your story has no crossing with my own."

"Oh, that story thing. Geez, haven't you dropped that yet? Come on, it's been what? A good fifteen years since you started saying stuff like that? Lay off already, a person's story is what they make of it, it's not pre-written." She said, waving it away with a toss of her hand.

"You've done your research, or your mother has one. I suggest you make better use of your time on Spira than chasing false-hoods." Auron said and nodded for Yuna to continue the sending.

"Oh? I'm sure you wouldn't have said that to Illia." Yuna froze again as every muscle in the crimson Guardian's frame tensed with emotion.

"You dare to speak her name." Auron growled, slowly turning. His companions stepped back from the fire smoldering behind his eye, the intensity itself nearly blinding.

"I'm as much her daughter as I am yours, I have the right." She said, and then smirked a little as she ducked her head. "Which reminds me. Mum said that if something should happen to her, to tell you hello and for you to stop drinking the saki .She also mentioned that if you have to carry it with you, to stop wasting it on your sword."

"Who are you?" Auron asked, turning so that he faced her entirely now.

"I thought you'd never ask." She said cheerily, her own emerald eyes locking onto his single russet one. "I'm Firailc Sfitavi Feral." Auron snorted, pain flashing behind his eye, and turned his back on her.

"Lady Yuna, the sending." He said sharply, choosing to ignore the girl.

"You met in Zanarkand." Yuna paused, mesmerized by the desperation in the girl's voice. "It was at a Blitzball tournament. You had brought Tidus to the game and then the guards wouldn't let you leave because they thought you looked suspicious. Mum came up and talked the guards out of doing a body search, saying she'd take it herself because you looked like the dangerous sort."

{([0])} Auron's Flashback {([0])}

"Hold it." The guard's nametag read 'Osmore' while his companion's appeared to be 'Boisvert.' Placing his hand on Auron's shoulder, Osmore was surprised to find that the crimson-cloaked man wasn't easily stopped.

"Hold it, sir." Boisvert said firmly, adding his strength as well. Auron stopped and looked down at the two men, somewhat surprised to find them a good three inches shorter than him. They were obviously new recruits as they barely looked older than 17 each.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his demeanor as stoic as ever.

"Sir, we're going to have to confiscate that." Osmore said, gesturing to the sword half-hidden behind the scarlet folds.

"Are you?" Auron wasn't asking why they wanted it, he was asking if they thought they could, and they knew what he meant.

"Sir, please don't cause a scene. We'll just take that weapon and you can be on your way." Boisvert said, sharing an uneasy look with his partner.

"We're also going to have to check for any other weapons that you might have on you, Sir." Osmore added, gulping heavily as the sword clanged against one of Auron's boots.

"I do not have any others and the sword is mine. You have no purpose with it." Auron said, rolling his right shoulder just enough to flex the muscles against his cloak and breastplate.

"Having any troubles, boys?" A young woman asked as she walked up. She was obviously in her early twenties, maybe mid-twenties at the latest. She had dark red hair down to her ankles and Caribbean blue eyes of remarkable depth.

"N-no, ma'am!" Osmore said, saluting her sharply enough to hit himself in the eye.

"I'll take over from here, you two take a quick break to watch the game." She offered. They nodded, saluted again, and took off at a half-run toward the stadium behind them.

"My sword is my own." Auron said, glaring at her.

"You're amused, aren't you? I can see it in your eye." She said, smiling at him benignly. "I'm called Illia Moon." She reached out to shake his hand and after some deliberation, he met hers firmly.

"I am Auron." He said, noticing something twinkling in the depths of her eyes.

"What, no last name?" She teased.

"I haven't one." He admitted.

"Would you care to join me over something to drink? I know a place a short distance off that serves chilled saki. We could maybe discuss finding you a last name?" She suggested, gesturing down the road a ways. "You really don't strike me as the kind that likes Blitzball very much."

{([0])} End Auron's Flashback {([0])}
"Auron Feral." Firailc said, her eyes pleading with him to turn around and acknowledge her.

"How do you know this?" He asked, tiling his head toward her just a bit.

"Will you postpone the sending? At least until you've heard what I have to say?" She asked. Relief was hinted at in her tone as she gestured vaguely with her hand.

"There is no reason for me to." He said and turned his eye to Yuna.

"I'll fight for it."

"What?" Her odd statement brought his attention back again with confusion.

"I'll fight you. If I win, you hear me out. If not, I won't be able to say anything any how." She said. Her eyes were locked with his and there was nothing except a solemn challenge within them.

"You? Fight Auron?" Tidus began to laugh even as he said it.

"I am no stranger to battle. I have fought my share, both for pride and survival." Firailc said. Her deft movement to remove the duster brought to view twin scars running the width of her left bicep and, by turning her shoulders just so, another set of three scars shown from her right bicep to forearm. The others of the original group drew a collective sharp breath and Auron's eye narrowed a little.

"They're not fresh." He observed.

"And I might be wet behind the ears in comparison with you, but I am not a novice." Firailc added and let the duster fall completely away. As it slid to the ground she unclasped her gloves and began pulling them over her knuckles.

"I have neither the time nor the patience for your games." Auron said as his grip tightened on the Mesamune.

"You have all the time you can stand. Your patience, however, never has been very notable." Firailc said and double-checked the stability in her wrist straps.

"Very well. You shall be placed where you belong." Auron said and turned so that he faced her entirely, his battle stance loose as he rolled his shoulder.

"Ready?" She asked as took a low bearing and tensed her entire body.

"Begin." His near silent words seemed to be the answer to an unspoken question as she flew forward. A sharp hook from the right he blocked with the blade of his sword, but was surprised when he found himself skidding nearly ten feet back. She jumped forward, taking the momentary shock into advantage, and lashed out with a quick barrage of punches that all collided with his shoulder.

"She wasn't kidding, ya?" Wakka said in awe as he watched her step back a moment. Her quick kick to the head from her right leg connected as well and she swiped with her left so that the Guardian's back hit harsh ground.

Regaining his composure and equilibrium, Auron's warrior mind retaliated. Catching her knee in his hand, he brought her down beside him and he rolled so that his superior weight pinned her. The edge of the Mesamune bit into the top layer of flesh on her throat.

"You're quick as well." She observed. No one expected her next move to be a combination of bringing her knee into his groin and clutching the blade in her hands. Recovering near instantly, he drew back to regain his footing. She twisted the blade in her grip in an effort to get it out of his and it worked marvelously. Tossing it away, she jumped to her feet and came at him with her right fist already drawn back.

"Too slow." He caught her fist as he said it. A split second later his eyes widened. Stumbling back he released her to bring a hand to his stomach. A piece of sapphire stone the size of a large dagger protruded from his chest plate as ruby blood gushed into his hand.

"Blood." She said softly, smiling to herself. "Well, half my plan worked at least."

"Plan?" That single word penetrated the shock and cleared his mind of pain. Tearing out the gem weapon he tossed it aside and launched him self at her. Not one easily surprised, she leapt aside and brought her fist into his shoulder. Keeping his feet, he brought his arm in a heavy swing at her that caught her in the solar plexus. Spun by the force of the attack she crashed to the ground behind her.

"Whoah." Tidus breathed as they watched her struggle to rise again. Every ounce of her body shaking, she finally managed to reclaim her knees and through a painful heave she got to her feet again. She had landed upon the Mesamune and its ever-sharp edge had sliced into her from left shoulder to right hip. Using her right arm to cover most of the deep injury she made a tight fist with her left. Shaking, she dug her fingers into her side.

Gasping at the agony, she drew forth a large chunk of the blade and tossed it with the rest of the shattered sword at her feet. Shaking it off, she wiped the blood onto her trousers and tensed her arms at her sides in preparation for another go at the older warrior.

"You can't go on. What are you doing?!" Tidus shouted at her, taking a step forward.

"Stay back." She said, her voice harsh and cold. Locking gazes with Auron, she nodded. "We finish this now. We're both wounded and neither of us will last long at this rate. Enough talking."

He returned her nod and they both ran toward each other at top speed. Both let a scream of intended victory erupt from their throats and when they finally met all hell broke loose. Both of their left fists connected and an explosion to set the Hiroshima incident to shame enclosed them all in it blinding pure light.

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This seemed as good a place to stop right now as any. So, what do you people think of my re-edit so far? Please send reviews. I need them.

Note; if anyone wants to or has used the idea of Auron having a daughter (or son), let me know because I would really like to read someone else's take on the possibility.