Disclaimer No, I do not in fact own any FFX related things except what goes on in my own imagination! Don't sue me! LoL

A/N: O.K. finally (after a long wait) ch. 2 is up!!! Yay! Thanks to everybody for all the great reviews! They're the most inspiring things I've ever read! :) Oh, for all of you who hope Yuna'll whip out her shot guns and give a few warning shots to Seymour's head, sorry but that's not the way the story goes. Although I do invite you imagine her doing so. It's really quite satisfying! LoL The plot actually kinda starts to form and some more exciting things happen! This chapter's longer than the last I think so hopefully it was worth the wait! Well, I'll let you see for yourselves. Read away! (But don't forget to review!!!!)

I awoke to the worst headache I'd ever had in my life. It felt as though there was a war raging inside my skull. I could barely summon the strength to lift my heavy eyelids and somewhere, through all the chaos inside my head, came the thought that I'd been drugged.

I remembered waking once before this. At that time, I hadn't been drugged, but I'd gone nearly two days without food and water, so I wasn't capable of much anyway. In fact, all I really remembered was thanking Yevon as some one poured cool water past my dry chapped lips and down my parched throat. I just barely remember someone helping me chew some bread and some kind of meat.

Back in the present, most of the lasting effects of whatever they drugged me with were beginning to wear off. I cautiously pushed myself up into a sitting position. To my surprise, I found myself presiding on a collapsible army cot in a large beige tent.

Suddenly, memories of the last few days came flooding into my mind. Panic seemed to squeeze my heart with an iron fist. His voice, his touch... I could sense his evil intentions all around me at that very moment. As long as he was near, I was in danger at every moment. As if to confirm my fears, I could hear footsteps, slowly getting louder, approaching my tent. The intense mixture of panic and fear seemed to paralyze me. It wrapped around my body and took over any other thoughts. I couldn't run if my life depended on it... which it very well may.

Just when I thought I'd pass out from the agony of suspense, the opening of the tent flew open.

Maester Seymour.

At the sight of my terror-stricken expression, a twisted smile adorned his face, contrasting with his ever-menacing eyes. In one large, sweeping stride, he closed the gap between us.

I couldn't help myself, the stress and tension was squeezing my chest. I could hardly breathe. To free myself from these invisible, yet constricting binds, I uttered a small whimper of fear. This only seemed to amuse him all the more.
"Don't tell me the brave and strong summoner Yuna is... scared?!?", he exclaimed in a sarcastic tone. "Or was she terribly frightened all along, only to have her fears masked by her 6 personal bodyguards? Ah, but not to worry. I shan't harm you unless you give me reason to."

He then assumed the look of a greedy child in a candy shop. I could almost see the waves of want and desire radiating from him as he stared hungrily into my eyes. I held his gaze in an attempt to prove I wasn't as cowardly as he thought, but to my surprise, he broke the connection first. As hard as it was staring into his eyes, it was even harder watching him stare at the rest of me, sizing me up, as though I was his property. I saw his eyes travel from my face, down to my chest (lingering longer than necessary) before looking over the rest of me.

I hated myself at this moment. I knew something awful was going to happen, yet, I was too wimpy to do anything about it. At Seymour's perverted display, Lulu wouldn't wait a second before unleashing her most powerful spells. Even Rikku would have bitch-slapped him or something by now. And yet, a shaky, "H... How did you find me?", was all I could handle.

"Machina of course." was his simple reply. "They're really quite useful."

"Forbidden Machina?!?", I gasped. "But you're... you're a Maester of Yevon!"

At this, he began to chuckle. "Oh Yuna, don't be so naive. Everyone uses forbidden machina. In fact, I'm not sure how the Bevelle temple would run without it."

I was in total shock. I mean, our own Maesters frequently used the forbidden machina that supposedly caused us all this pain and destruction? What did that mean? At this rate, we'll never atone for our sins! All of a sudden, a most peculiar thought entered my mind. What if the forbidden machina had nothing to do with Sin? What if Yevon's teachings were... wrong? No, they had to be right, the aeons were proof... weren't they? Suddenly, I became aware that Seymour was talking.

"What I'd like to know is how you managed to travel halfway across Spira in a matter of seconds."

Wouldn't he like to know? A plan began to form in the back of my mind. "We have our ways...", I began while trying to copy Tidus's Devil-may- care grin on my own lips to give an air of confidence. "In fact," I continued,"I wouldn't be surprised if they were already on their way here!" I bluffed. I then tried to end my act with a grand, defiant laugh. I guess, though, when your heart's beating as fast as a rabbit's and your chest is tight from nerves, any grand belly laughing turns into a pathetic, weak, cough. I know, as convincing as a coughing fit is, it didn't fool Seymour.

"Ah Yuna, Yuna, Yuna...", he sighed in mock exasperation. "What good would it do to lie to me? I will find out the truth and if I see that you've lied to me... well, I shall be most angry indeed. While you may be my ticket to power, you would do well to remember I still hold the "whip", so to speak. So, unless you want to be the one to send your own guardians once we've finished with them, I suggest we try this again!"

The flash of rage in his eyes made it all too clear where the power lay.

"Don't hurt them!", I cried. "I... I'll tell you what I can." I finished , quite defeated. "I blacked out when we fell through the ice. When I awoke, we were all in this city, under the ice. The last thing I remember is the dismal cold I felt as Sin approached. The next I knew, we all were transported and I awoke near the Al Bhed home and I think it was Sin who brought me there." At this, Seymour began staring at me quite strangely and I knew I'd made a mistake.

"We found you near an... Al Bhed home?" I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Holy shit... I blew it, big time. Ever since the Yevonites attacked th original Al Bhed home, they had all worked to build a new one. This time around, however, it had to be a secret. The home is under massive security, almost no one (other than people of Al Bhed race) knows about it. In fact, the only reason I know about it is because of mom...

"Of course... out in the middle of nowhere..." muttered Seymour. "Machina everywhere... People would have to accept me if I exposed those filthy Al Bheds" The thrill in his eyes was all too threatening.

As he swiftly rose and turned to inform the others of this new findings, I knew I had to stop him. There's no way he's going to do anything to hurt the Al Bhed's! Or... maybe he is if I don't act fast. At that point, I only had a matter of seconds to put a stop to Maester Seymour, so I did the first thing I could think of... and tackled him. I know, not the smartest move in the world. Seeing as he was a good few inches taller (and a great deal stronger) than I was, my desperate lunge at his annoyingly big head did little more than surprise him. I had to do better than that. I mean, he didn't even fall over...

I quickly reached up and grabbed his freakishly long hair and gave it a good tug! He cried out in pain and shock as he stumbled over the army cot. That's when I noticed my staff leaning in a corner. If I could only reach it... my problems would be over! I could send Seymour-Butts over here and nobody would ever know about the home! I knew this might be my only chance, so I rushed over to my staff.

I spun around and wasted no time in beginning the sending process. My hands expertly twirled my staff, my brow nit together in concentration. As I slipped into a familiar trance-like focus, the world around me seemed to fade away. I was nearly done! I couldn't believe my plan was working. I just had a bit more to go when I felt something hard smash into me. I fell to the ground (tackled by one of the soldiers who must have heard Seymour's cries) as my staff flew out of my hands and the spell was broken. I hardly had time to gasp before my hands were chained together and I was forced back into a standing position. The last thing I saw was Seymour's glaring expression, anger flashing in his narrowed eyes, before I was forced out of my tent to go who knows where.