A/N: Okay, I got a lot of reviews... okay a little. But in my opinion, it was an ocean of reviews. So what if it was only eight! I can't decide on who to make suffer more, Zanarkand boy, or half Guado man... HALF GUADO MAN! Ahem, this chapter is dedicated to my friend obsessed with Seymour. Heh, I hope she reads this then gets really angry with me and throws a jawbreaker at my head... actually, that would kind of hurt... Ow... Onto the pain of the Half Guado Man! Oh, yeah. Take into recognition: Yojimbosblade, talligo, Windfighter, KT, and some anonymous person named 'uh... me?' For they actually reviewed. This part of the fic will be placed before Seymour meets Yuna. And, he has a picture of her...
Seymour laid in his bed, the ship slightly tossing in the water. They would be arriving in Kilika tomorrow, hopefully without an unexpected Sin attack. Staring up at the ceiling, he sighed. One of the crew had given him a picture of the Summoner Yuna. She was beautiful.
"She will be my bride one day." he sat up and took the picture from a case. He stared at the mixed eyes of the summoner. Unfortunately, Seymour left his porthole open. The picture flew out of his large Guado-like hand and into the sea. Seymour blinked at his empty hand, then stuck his blue-haired head out of the window. He could see the picture floating on top of the water.
Working up some courage, he pulled himself out of the porthole. But he got stuck midway, the only way that he could get out is if he let himself be dropped into the water. He made sure no one was looking and dropped into the water with a splash. He swam to the picture and held it to his heart, that was when he realized...
"Help! I can't swim!" He was waving his arms frantically.
"Sure you can't..." a voice said. He continued to wave his arms.
"Who are you?" he asked through his rasped breath.
"The writer of this fic." the voice cleared it's throat and continued. "And you will die right here, right now. 'Why?' you ask? Because I don't want to fight you later on 'cause you suck that way. Oh, by the way... you won't be able to breath in five seconds." the voice left with some evil maniacal laughter. Seymour blinked and realized that he was under water. He swiggled and such, but ended up doing a dead man's float as the crew dragged the half-Guado-man back on board. He was still clutching the Yuna picture.
Should be the End
A/N: Oh, yeah. This is also dedicated to Windfighter. She kinda asked me to write one about Seymour. So, efa. This is what popped into my mind. If you want me to write one about a certain character, tell it to me in a review!
Disclaimer: Hello? Would I kill off my own characters? ... don't answer that. Final Fantasy X and yada-yada-yada. Owned by Square-blah-blah-blah. Happy, all you people who want me to write disclaimers, now?