Right. This is take two of Yuna's abortion because I hated the first one (and was rudely told so, may I please remind reviewers that reviews are either to show support of CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

The first review for this was downright malicious. If you don't have anything nice to say then keep your damn mouth shut

As the title suggests, this fic is about abortion. This is not intended to scare or dissuade people from love making or abortion. Having not done either I do not and am not trying to pose as an expert on either. Sincerely, Final Fantasy H

Disclaimer applies to Square Enix

Yuna awoke with a start, accidentally throwing off her makeshift cover.

It took her a moment to realise where she was.

"It's okay, it's okay, Yuna. You're on SS Wwwwhatever it is." Yuna said, lying back down under the watchful eye of the chocobo.

Sally couldn't decide who to tell so she kindly told everyone she came across what she'd heard.

Yuna stood up and petted the chocobo goodbye, hoping for a breakfast at the railings.

Stepping out of the engine room the first thing Yuna noticed (apart from some Al Bhed kid ralphing) was how the noise level dropped when she appeared. Normally this wouldn't have bothered her, but the sensation of eyes crawling over her was enough to make her angry.

"What?" Yuna faced the crowd angrily, hands on hips.

The group (mainly composed of New Yevonites) shuffled and continued staring at the former summoner, clucking their tongues. Talking to each other in the frantic voices chickens would have if granted voices.

"First she loses her faith then –"

"gets herself pregnant-"

"shameful behaviour!"

"wonder what the praetor would say."

Yuna looked at the collection of false teeth, machina and Youth Leaguers – wondering what she ha done to deserve their vindication.

"It's times like these when I don't know why I saved you!" She heard herself scream.

The gossiping stopped immediately, head bent towards the floor. Yuna clapped her hands over her mouth in horror.

"Everybody,…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" She said running for the deck.

Five seconds after lady Yuna had departed, rumours on her state of mind began to circulate.

"Well, she never looked right. No. Not with those dodgy multi-coloured eyes."

"Don't be silly, Emmaline. It's because her eyes are too close together, that's the clue."

"What?!" The Syndicate members continue to fight it out between themselves, cheered on by the male Al Bheds.

Yuna stood by the railing crying into the furious tempest of her heart. The sea below crashed against the boat angrily, tossing it around mercilessly. Yuna was grateful, it kept anyone else off deck leaving her some time to think.

Yuna didn't want to be branded forever or have people attach pejorative connotations to her name.

She couldn't help but wonder about the dream, though. Was this something – like the baby – telling her not to do it. Would anyone actually follow her out to stop her. Would she be more upset if no one came looking for her. Looking down into the sea, Yuna remembered something Paine had said on one of the many occasions Rikku had annoyed her about her past.

"A woman's heart is like the ocean."

As the boat was moored in ,Yuna enjoyed herself, waving to the sailor's pulling the boat into place by the dock, petting the lop-eared dog that ran up to her discriminatory of who she was. Her mind was set.

She was going to have an abortion.