Random Notes: Okay, there's this one quote from FFX that I just love. "Just whistle, I'll come running, I promise." My friend and I are having some trouble figuring out who said it... even though I just played it. I say it was Yuna, but he says it was Tidus. Oh well, but for the purposes of this fic, I'm gonna go along with him and pretend it was Tidus who said it. Just makes this easier to write.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish for it, FFX and all the other Final Fantasies do not belong to me. goes off to cry in a corner
More Random Notes: Okay, now go read the fic. That is what you're here for, isn't it?
A pair of blue and green eyes stared up at the ceiling from their place in bed. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep tonight. Absolutely no way. She had just lost her most caring, loyal, and loving guardian. She hadn't been able to save him and he was dead forever for all she knew.
Yuna slid out from under her covers and laid her bare feet on the cool ground. The feel of chill ground under her feet didn't bother her much. She stood up, not even bothering to put any slippers or a robe on, and left her room in nothing but her nightdress.
As she silently padded down the airship's hallway, random memories of their time together flooded her head. The time when she exited the Cloister of Trials on Besaid Island. The first time they formally met. When he rescued her at Luca. Macalania Lake... When he helped her defeat Sin, and live for the first time in history.
Without thinking, the high summoner had reached the door that lead outside to the deck. Almost as if in a trance, her hand reached out and her fingers traced the cold metal. The door opened before her and she was greeted with a blast of chilling air. But the air didn't phase her. The young girl just walked out to the deck slowly and sat down at the very tip.
She pulled her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them, suddenly feeling the winter air. Placing her head into her knees, tears began to stain her face. Yuna looked up and her face stung as the wind dried her tears. She remembered the memory of the Luca bliztball tournament, his words still rang in her mind.
"Yuna, if we ever get separated, just whistle." He looked to her and whistled. "I'll come running, I promise." She mimicked him and tried to whistle, but failed.
"Um..." The bliztball player laughed and walked over.
"Not like that, like this. See?" He stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled.
"Like... this?" She followed suit.
"No, like this." Yuna tried one last time, and once again failed.
"Haha, I guess you'll just have to stick close until you get it right."
The high summoner wiped the back of her hand across her face.
"I figured out how to whistle now." She stood up and stuck her fingers into her mouth, just as he had done. Taking a large breath, she blew, letting out a sharp, clear whistle. She paused, and slowly placed her hands back at her side and waited.
But there was no return whistle. And no one came running.
Yuna collapsed in a heap and wept. 'He broke his promise. He said he'd come running if I whistled...'
Okay, me again. Did you like it? I finished this at like 12:30 in the morning, so sorry if the ending sucks. I intended this to be a one-shot, however, if I get any ideas, I might continue. Feel free to review and leave ideas for me, I'll give you credit for it.