A/N: Hey everybody! Yes, I'm back. I'm sorry it took me like forever
to update! Ok . . . I know on my summery I said this story was Yuna POV,
but this chapter's a little bit different. I felt, in order for you guys to
understand everything, I'd have this chapter be mostly from Seymour's POV.
Well, actually, this chapter is going to be a journal entry of Seymour's.
(YES, Seymour is going to keep a journal in this story and yes, it's VERY
manly hehe) I just felt that his thought process deserved more of an
explanation that what they gave it in the game. (Or at least how I think
his thought process would be anyway...) So everything in regular print is
his journal entry, and the things in italics are like... a third person
point of view. You'll get it when you read it. Oh by the way, thanks for
the double spacing tip, but even when I double space it, it doesn't seem to
show up that way on www.fanfiction.net! I will continue to try to figure
out how to get it to double space, but for now, bear with me. (Sorry!)
Also, I'm thinking about moving this story to the angst section.... but the
last chapter I plan on writing is based on "The Spring" so I dunno. Well,
the next few chapters are most likely going to be extremely angst-y so you
are forewarned. As always, R&R!! Your opinions rock and they keep me
writing! Tell me what you think! Flames included. (If you must...) Well...
all there is left to do is..... enjoy!
Disclaimer I DO NOT own any FFX characters or the general plot of the game. I do own this story, however, and my thoughts!
Who in Spira does she think she is?!? Trying to send me! Me! All of Spira is fucking out to get me, and Yuna, of all people, is the one putting my plans in Jeopardy!
At this, he slammed down his quill, practically upsetting his small bottle of ink. He closed his eyes, and heaved a big sigh. After quickly retrieving his quill, he returned to the near frantic scribbling of his inner thoughts.
I've dealt with too much bull shit from the world to have my plans ruined by a naive, close-minded, no-talent, little summoner! You would think she would at least try to understand where I'm coming from. Although most are unaware of it, I know she too is a half-race. Her father, Lord Braska, a well-respected man, and her mother, an unknown Al Bhed girl who died long ago. Myself? My father, the Guado, and my mother, the human. My mother . . . She also gave up her mortal life long ago. We are so similar, Yuna and I. And yet, we have so many differences. She has never had to deal with the monster of racism and prejudice that tends to unleash the worst in people.
The secret of Yuna's Al Bhed heritage is a well-kept one. Unbeknownst to almost all of Spira. I wish I could say the same for myself. At the time of Yuna's birth, Spira had not yet heard of Summoner Braska, so nobody knew about Yuna. My father, Jyscal, however, was a Maester. Everyone in Spira knew of him and his many accomplishments, but that didn't affect the racial thoughts and opinions of many Spirans when he interracially married a human woman. Most thought this disgusting and there was great controversy on whether or not the Wedding would be allowed. In time, however, people began to accept the marriage. It wasn't until I was conceived and born that people began to show the worst sides of themselves. My childhood was a living hell. Most people never have to deal with half the shit I went through. Most people never have to see the pain in their mother's eyes as she explains why other parents don't want you to play with their kids. Most people don't have to be home-schooled because they fear what would happen to them if they tried going to a normal school. Growing up, I felt like there wasn't a woman who loved me other than my mother, and then my mother started to get sick.
She hadn't felt well for a long time, but she blamed it on colds and stress. After a few months, she decided to get it checked out . . . but by then it was too late. She was diagnosed with some kind of rare disease and she only had a few months left to live. Every day I watched her get weaker and weaker. It was like watching a flashlight, low on batteries, getting dimmer and dimmer. I could hardly bear to think what would happen when the light went out. I was again forced to witness the suffering in my mother's eyes as fits of pain spasmed through her body toward the end. I knew she couldn't keep on living like this, and that's when she decided to become a fayth. Losing my mother was more than I could stand. Of course, she wasn't exactly dying, but she wouldn't be there for me all the time. I could never again have my mother to myself, so she might as well be dead.
For the first time, I felt truly alone in the world. My father wasn't around much. He was always busy with some important business. Even if he had been around more, it wouldn't have mattered. My mom was more than just a mother to me. I loved her more than anything and losing her was like losing the part of myself that knew how to love. It seemed, after that, all I knew was despair. Over time, the despair was displaced with hatred. Hatred for those too shallow to see what's beyond a person's outside. Beyond their race. I more or less blamed them for my problems . . . for my mother's sickness. I blamed my father as well. I couldn't understand why he put my mother and me through the hell that he did. I was furious that he didn't see that there was something wrong with my mother. Looking back on my troubled teenage years, I realized I expected too much out of the man I called my father. Blinded by grief, I couldn't see past my own anguish, let alone begin to heal.
I then became obsessed with the words: acceptance and power. Although I still had a seed of ever growing hatred deep inside of me, I still longed to be accepted. I would sit, shut away in my room, for hours at a time just thinking of ways to force the world to see the person inside of me and forget my family background. For a while, I had ambitions to become high summoner and defeat sin. I knew if I could bring the calm, there would be no way the people of Spira could continue resenting me. I then decided, to finally pay a visit to the fayth that was once my mother. I could tell the guilt of leaving me had not yet vanished from her eyes and she quickly bestowed upon me a dark aeon, Anima.
The first time I unleashed Anima's full potential in battle, I received my first taste of power. The more I used him, the more power- hungry I became. My need for power almost totally overrode my want to be accepted. Power became the motive behind my every action.
However, soon after that, Braska's calm ended. I decided to talk to my father about starting my own pilgrimage. It was my father who first informed me that when summoners call the final aeon, it kills the summoner as well as Sin. This changed my plans quite a bit. Even if I was able to bring forth the calm, I wouldn't be around to see if people accepted me or not. My father then went on to explain about the final fayth . . . or lack thereof. I was shocked to find that Summoners sacrificed their loved ones for the final summoning . . . only to have their loved ones eventually reincarnate into sin. At first, I found such a fate horrifying . . . but the more I thought about it . . . the more I realized that such a fate is exactly what I wanted! My goal, was to become sin!
Of course, my father totally missed the logic in this idea, and all of a sudden, pretends he cares about me and won't let me do this because he loves me. (Which, by the way, is a load of bull shit) When he still wouldn't let me have my way, I had no choice but to eliminate his threat. Anima's oblivion quickly took care of my oppression problem. It's not like my asshole of a father deserved to live anyway.
Anyway, back to my goals. There is almost nothing in Spira strong or powerful enough to even dent Sin's armor. If I was to become Sin, I'd be practically unstoppable. This is where Yuna comes into the picture.
As the daughter of High Summoner Braska, she was easily one of the most highly regarded Summoners out there. She was even named after the first high summoner Lady Yunalesaca. She fit perfectly into my plans. You see, there are many steps I must take to become Sin. The road is not easy, but I have never been intimidated by hard work. Once I learned of Yuna's Al Bhed background, I knew she'd be the Summoner I would use to guide me down the road to becoming Sin. Of course, in order for a Summoner to sacrifice a guardian and call them as the final aeon, there had to be a bond between the two. And what better or stronger bond then that of love? I planned to meet her at the blitz ball tournament in Luca and lay on the charm. I figured we'd click right away seeing as we both lost our mothers at a young age and we were both half-breeds. From what I'd heard, I knew I could easily use her loving nature and eagerness to please people to my advantage. I would wait until I was pretty confident she had a crush on me to propose. Know that a wedding would be such a joyous occasion for Spirans everywhere she could hardly say no. The way I saw it, we'd have a grand wedding in Bevelle, hurry onward to Zanarkand, Yuna'd sacrifice me to become her final aeon, and in a few year's time, I'd become Sin. However, things didn't go according to plan. That whiney little brat Tidus kept getting in the way.
Oh I knew he'd be trouble ever since I first met Yuna in Luca.
At this unpleasant memory, Seymour scowled and took a large sip of brandy from the flask atop his writing desk.
I had hoped to find a seat next to Yuna at the blitz ball tournament and introduce myself. The plan had been to have a few good conversations and get to know her better. That was the plan anyway . . . I hadn't been able to even find her at the first game, much to my disappointment. I was worried she had decided not to come see the games at all. But, sure enough, I found her madly cheering down in the front, a little after the second game had started. Perfect, I thought. After this game, we might even be more than friends.
Boy, was I wrong. When I had finally made my way to a seat next to her, she hadn't even noticed. And I'm a Maester and everything! I wasted no time in warmly greeting her and introducing myself. To my shock, she politely returned the greeting, gave me a small smile, and went right back to watching the game with this odd look on her face. Her eyes were wide and attentive, hands clasped in excitement, and a smile played about her lips. My heart sank when I realized whom she was staring at. She had it bad for that Tidus boy. In fact, if I hadn't called Anima and saved thousands of people from invading fiends (which is no small task), I doubt she would have even remembered me.
From then on, I used every opportunity to steer Yuna away from the blonde bastard. Finally, as I stood by and protected Yuna at project Mi Hen, I felt a small signal of attraction radiate from her eyes. It definitely wasn't much, but it was just enough for me to take my plan to the next level.
Yes, that's right. During their stay in the Guadosalam, I popped the question. Of course, under normal circumstances, there would be no way I'd expect her to say yes. But because of the large amount of publicity gained between us, she'd have to accept my proposal. You see, the people of Spira don't have much good news to look forward to once a calm has ended. A wedding of the Maester of Yevon and Summoner Yuna would be like a fairy tale to them. It would fill them with renewed hope. Yuna, I'm sure, is aware of this and her caring nature would not allow her to deprive the people of the gift of hope. No, she'll marry me for Spira's sake, even at the cost of her own happiness. At least, as long as that Tidus doesn't interfere.
When I had first voiced my proposal to Yuna, her face displayed a large array of emotions, almost all at once. First, her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up in shock. Then, her mouth dropped open in disbelief. Immediately after, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment and possibly anger. She turned to throw a pleading look at the door, as if she wanted to be anywhere else then where she was. When she turned back, her unfocused eyes were filled with remorse, mixed with longing. She seemed deep in thought as she softly replied, "I . . . I . . . I need to think about it."
Of course, none of this worried me. We both knew what her answer would be. It's only a matter of time until she gives in to it. Before she could return with her answer, however, I was called away to Macalania Temple on urgent business. Still, I was patient. I left my advisor, Tromell, to bring her to the temple.
Finally, she arrived. I vaguely noticed the smile had gone from her eyes, but she consented to the marriage and that's all that matters. I was also overjoyed she was still just as determined to continue her pilgrimage as ever. Everything was going according to plan . . . until he showed up.
To make an extremely long and embarrassing story short, let's just say that they found out about Jyscal, I ended up and unsent, and they got away. I will admit, at that point, I began to panic. Yuna was who knows where! In fact, without our worldwide machina tracking machines, we might never have found her.
Imagine our surprise when our top radars all indicated Yuna was in the middle of the ocean. We flew my private airship to her supposed location to check it out, even if it seemed impossible. I swear to Yevon, my eyes almost popped out when before me I saw, not water, but an uncharted island. A large one at that.
We all split up in hopes of finding Yuna quicker. I, again, had to wonder how the hell she got here. We eventually found her half-starved and severely dehydrated. While she did seem to completely despise me, the fact that we found her alone completely makes up for that. I mean, we are talking 100% unguarded. It was almost too easy. She doesn't even know if that Tidus is even still alive.
If you think that's good, just wait. It gets even better!
Thanks to a little help from Yuna, we now know the exact whereabouts of a new Al Bhed home! Yes, that's right. We thought we took care of those filthy cowards when we destroyed their last "Home" and banished them to the sea. Apparently, they've been busy since then. We alerted authorities in Bevelle and an army is currently on its way to take care of a little "pest control".
Oh yes, things are definitely beginning to look up. Not to mention I've got Yuna chained up in the tent right across the way.
At this, Seymour's eyes flashed and he chugged what was left of his Brandy.
I might just go pay her a little "visit".
The harsh, drunken laughter that flowed from him at those thoughts created such a sound that would send chills down Yuna's spine in the next tent over, foreshadowing the events that would soon follow.
Disclaimer I DO NOT own any FFX characters or the general plot of the game. I do own this story, however, and my thoughts!
Who in Spira does she think she is?!? Trying to send me! Me! All of Spira is fucking out to get me, and Yuna, of all people, is the one putting my plans in Jeopardy!
At this, he slammed down his quill, practically upsetting his small bottle of ink. He closed his eyes, and heaved a big sigh. After quickly retrieving his quill, he returned to the near frantic scribbling of his inner thoughts.
I've dealt with too much bull shit from the world to have my plans ruined by a naive, close-minded, no-talent, little summoner! You would think she would at least try to understand where I'm coming from. Although most are unaware of it, I know she too is a half-race. Her father, Lord Braska, a well-respected man, and her mother, an unknown Al Bhed girl who died long ago. Myself? My father, the Guado, and my mother, the human. My mother . . . She also gave up her mortal life long ago. We are so similar, Yuna and I. And yet, we have so many differences. She has never had to deal with the monster of racism and prejudice that tends to unleash the worst in people.
The secret of Yuna's Al Bhed heritage is a well-kept one. Unbeknownst to almost all of Spira. I wish I could say the same for myself. At the time of Yuna's birth, Spira had not yet heard of Summoner Braska, so nobody knew about Yuna. My father, Jyscal, however, was a Maester. Everyone in Spira knew of him and his many accomplishments, but that didn't affect the racial thoughts and opinions of many Spirans when he interracially married a human woman. Most thought this disgusting and there was great controversy on whether or not the Wedding would be allowed. In time, however, people began to accept the marriage. It wasn't until I was conceived and born that people began to show the worst sides of themselves. My childhood was a living hell. Most people never have to deal with half the shit I went through. Most people never have to see the pain in their mother's eyes as she explains why other parents don't want you to play with their kids. Most people don't have to be home-schooled because they fear what would happen to them if they tried going to a normal school. Growing up, I felt like there wasn't a woman who loved me other than my mother, and then my mother started to get sick.
She hadn't felt well for a long time, but she blamed it on colds and stress. After a few months, she decided to get it checked out . . . but by then it was too late. She was diagnosed with some kind of rare disease and she only had a few months left to live. Every day I watched her get weaker and weaker. It was like watching a flashlight, low on batteries, getting dimmer and dimmer. I could hardly bear to think what would happen when the light went out. I was again forced to witness the suffering in my mother's eyes as fits of pain spasmed through her body toward the end. I knew she couldn't keep on living like this, and that's when she decided to become a fayth. Losing my mother was more than I could stand. Of course, she wasn't exactly dying, but she wouldn't be there for me all the time. I could never again have my mother to myself, so she might as well be dead.
For the first time, I felt truly alone in the world. My father wasn't around much. He was always busy with some important business. Even if he had been around more, it wouldn't have mattered. My mom was more than just a mother to me. I loved her more than anything and losing her was like losing the part of myself that knew how to love. It seemed, after that, all I knew was despair. Over time, the despair was displaced with hatred. Hatred for those too shallow to see what's beyond a person's outside. Beyond their race. I more or less blamed them for my problems . . . for my mother's sickness. I blamed my father as well. I couldn't understand why he put my mother and me through the hell that he did. I was furious that he didn't see that there was something wrong with my mother. Looking back on my troubled teenage years, I realized I expected too much out of the man I called my father. Blinded by grief, I couldn't see past my own anguish, let alone begin to heal.
I then became obsessed with the words: acceptance and power. Although I still had a seed of ever growing hatred deep inside of me, I still longed to be accepted. I would sit, shut away in my room, for hours at a time just thinking of ways to force the world to see the person inside of me and forget my family background. For a while, I had ambitions to become high summoner and defeat sin. I knew if I could bring the calm, there would be no way the people of Spira could continue resenting me. I then decided, to finally pay a visit to the fayth that was once my mother. I could tell the guilt of leaving me had not yet vanished from her eyes and she quickly bestowed upon me a dark aeon, Anima.
The first time I unleashed Anima's full potential in battle, I received my first taste of power. The more I used him, the more power- hungry I became. My need for power almost totally overrode my want to be accepted. Power became the motive behind my every action.
However, soon after that, Braska's calm ended. I decided to talk to my father about starting my own pilgrimage. It was my father who first informed me that when summoners call the final aeon, it kills the summoner as well as Sin. This changed my plans quite a bit. Even if I was able to bring forth the calm, I wouldn't be around to see if people accepted me or not. My father then went on to explain about the final fayth . . . or lack thereof. I was shocked to find that Summoners sacrificed their loved ones for the final summoning . . . only to have their loved ones eventually reincarnate into sin. At first, I found such a fate horrifying . . . but the more I thought about it . . . the more I realized that such a fate is exactly what I wanted! My goal, was to become sin!
Of course, my father totally missed the logic in this idea, and all of a sudden, pretends he cares about me and won't let me do this because he loves me. (Which, by the way, is a load of bull shit) When he still wouldn't let me have my way, I had no choice but to eliminate his threat. Anima's oblivion quickly took care of my oppression problem. It's not like my asshole of a father deserved to live anyway.
Anyway, back to my goals. There is almost nothing in Spira strong or powerful enough to even dent Sin's armor. If I was to become Sin, I'd be practically unstoppable. This is where Yuna comes into the picture.
As the daughter of High Summoner Braska, she was easily one of the most highly regarded Summoners out there. She was even named after the first high summoner Lady Yunalesaca. She fit perfectly into my plans. You see, there are many steps I must take to become Sin. The road is not easy, but I have never been intimidated by hard work. Once I learned of Yuna's Al Bhed background, I knew she'd be the Summoner I would use to guide me down the road to becoming Sin. Of course, in order for a Summoner to sacrifice a guardian and call them as the final aeon, there had to be a bond between the two. And what better or stronger bond then that of love? I planned to meet her at the blitz ball tournament in Luca and lay on the charm. I figured we'd click right away seeing as we both lost our mothers at a young age and we were both half-breeds. From what I'd heard, I knew I could easily use her loving nature and eagerness to please people to my advantage. I would wait until I was pretty confident she had a crush on me to propose. Know that a wedding would be such a joyous occasion for Spirans everywhere she could hardly say no. The way I saw it, we'd have a grand wedding in Bevelle, hurry onward to Zanarkand, Yuna'd sacrifice me to become her final aeon, and in a few year's time, I'd become Sin. However, things didn't go according to plan. That whiney little brat Tidus kept getting in the way.
Oh I knew he'd be trouble ever since I first met Yuna in Luca.
At this unpleasant memory, Seymour scowled and took a large sip of brandy from the flask atop his writing desk.
I had hoped to find a seat next to Yuna at the blitz ball tournament and introduce myself. The plan had been to have a few good conversations and get to know her better. That was the plan anyway . . . I hadn't been able to even find her at the first game, much to my disappointment. I was worried she had decided not to come see the games at all. But, sure enough, I found her madly cheering down in the front, a little after the second game had started. Perfect, I thought. After this game, we might even be more than friends.
Boy, was I wrong. When I had finally made my way to a seat next to her, she hadn't even noticed. And I'm a Maester and everything! I wasted no time in warmly greeting her and introducing myself. To my shock, she politely returned the greeting, gave me a small smile, and went right back to watching the game with this odd look on her face. Her eyes were wide and attentive, hands clasped in excitement, and a smile played about her lips. My heart sank when I realized whom she was staring at. She had it bad for that Tidus boy. In fact, if I hadn't called Anima and saved thousands of people from invading fiends (which is no small task), I doubt she would have even remembered me.
From then on, I used every opportunity to steer Yuna away from the blonde bastard. Finally, as I stood by and protected Yuna at project Mi Hen, I felt a small signal of attraction radiate from her eyes. It definitely wasn't much, but it was just enough for me to take my plan to the next level.
Yes, that's right. During their stay in the Guadosalam, I popped the question. Of course, under normal circumstances, there would be no way I'd expect her to say yes. But because of the large amount of publicity gained between us, she'd have to accept my proposal. You see, the people of Spira don't have much good news to look forward to once a calm has ended. A wedding of the Maester of Yevon and Summoner Yuna would be like a fairy tale to them. It would fill them with renewed hope. Yuna, I'm sure, is aware of this and her caring nature would not allow her to deprive the people of the gift of hope. No, she'll marry me for Spira's sake, even at the cost of her own happiness. At least, as long as that Tidus doesn't interfere.
When I had first voiced my proposal to Yuna, her face displayed a large array of emotions, almost all at once. First, her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up in shock. Then, her mouth dropped open in disbelief. Immediately after, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment and possibly anger. She turned to throw a pleading look at the door, as if she wanted to be anywhere else then where she was. When she turned back, her unfocused eyes were filled with remorse, mixed with longing. She seemed deep in thought as she softly replied, "I . . . I . . . I need to think about it."
Of course, none of this worried me. We both knew what her answer would be. It's only a matter of time until she gives in to it. Before she could return with her answer, however, I was called away to Macalania Temple on urgent business. Still, I was patient. I left my advisor, Tromell, to bring her to the temple.
Finally, she arrived. I vaguely noticed the smile had gone from her eyes, but she consented to the marriage and that's all that matters. I was also overjoyed she was still just as determined to continue her pilgrimage as ever. Everything was going according to plan . . . until he showed up.
To make an extremely long and embarrassing story short, let's just say that they found out about Jyscal, I ended up and unsent, and they got away. I will admit, at that point, I began to panic. Yuna was who knows where! In fact, without our worldwide machina tracking machines, we might never have found her.
Imagine our surprise when our top radars all indicated Yuna was in the middle of the ocean. We flew my private airship to her supposed location to check it out, even if it seemed impossible. I swear to Yevon, my eyes almost popped out when before me I saw, not water, but an uncharted island. A large one at that.
We all split up in hopes of finding Yuna quicker. I, again, had to wonder how the hell she got here. We eventually found her half-starved and severely dehydrated. While she did seem to completely despise me, the fact that we found her alone completely makes up for that. I mean, we are talking 100% unguarded. It was almost too easy. She doesn't even know if that Tidus is even still alive.
If you think that's good, just wait. It gets even better!
Thanks to a little help from Yuna, we now know the exact whereabouts of a new Al Bhed home! Yes, that's right. We thought we took care of those filthy cowards when we destroyed their last "Home" and banished them to the sea. Apparently, they've been busy since then. We alerted authorities in Bevelle and an army is currently on its way to take care of a little "pest control".
Oh yes, things are definitely beginning to look up. Not to mention I've got Yuna chained up in the tent right across the way.
At this, Seymour's eyes flashed and he chugged what was left of his Brandy.
I might just go pay her a little "visit".
The harsh, drunken laughter that flowed from him at those thoughts created such a sound that would send chills down Yuna's spine in the next tent over, foreshadowing the events that would soon follow.
