Skeptics and True Believers
By My Heroine
A/N: Holy cliché, Batman! An AuronxOC fic! This is basically dedicated to my obsession to FFX and especially everyone's favorite (and only...I assume) crimson-clad Guardian.
Disclaimer: I own FFX! MUAHAHAHA!
Square Enix: Ahem... pulls out a rifle and cocks it
Okay, okay I don't own any of it!
"This is it. This is your story. It all begins here."
The words echoed through Lark as she looked on in awe at the scene before her. As rubble and see water raised from their places, the young woman watched as Tidus, a Blitzball Player living the shadow of his father, and Auron, his guardian, were lifted into the vexing portal at the center of Sin. A shrill scream from Tidus was all that came after. As all was quiet, the screen revealed the Blitzer swimming in an unknown body of water, indicating game play had begun again.
"And yet you still wish to play that game." A man's voice called to the brunette.
A pair of light footfalls followed from the opposite side of where the voice came from, followed by a more feminine voice. "It's all we have to take our minds off the impending boredom."
Keeping her eyes glued to the screen, Lark mocked interest in the conversation behind her. "I hope you realize how very sad that is."
All she heard after that was a grunt and the light thump of someone sitting to her side. She slightly turned her head, identifying the figure to the left. She again turned her attention back to the game at hand. "Hey, 'Mrs.' Chase."
Her friend snorted a laugh. "Just call me Sara. Missus makes me feel old."
"Thanks for letting me play your game. Where'd you get it?" Lark queried, not wanting to be rude, though sounding rather uninterested.
The blonde shrugged. "It's Frank's, actually. He bet it Black Jack a few months back. Needless to say who won," she finished with a tinge of pride in her voice at poking fun of her spouse.
Lark rolled her eyes at the remark, feeling her concentration on the game fading quickly. Sara paused for a moment. "Stuck on something?"
"Nah," She started with a yawn. "I remember what to do at this part; I have the game back home... I'm just tired."
"Yeah, long day I guess. Well, go to bed whenever. See ya in the morning." Sara got up, turning off the light, and started up the stairs.
Lark scoffed at her friend. "The way you and that new husband of yours sleep? I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."
"Whatever, geek."
Suppressing her smile and shutting off the game, Lark headed to the couch, too exhausted to go upstairs to her room. Staring at the blank TV for minutes at a time, she groaned irately. Why can't...nah forget it...
Sometimes she just wondered what it'd be like...to be in a place like that, like Spira. To be of importance. To be a guardian. To fight the good fight. Anything to take her away from her miniscule lot in life. Weakly throwing thin blanket from the back of the couch over her, her eyes became heavier, and her thoughts became words. "...stupid reality...stupid game...wish it was...real..."
"Done."
The silence was broken. The murmur seemed all too real, though Lark just tossed over, assuming she was already in a dream. Her eyes slowly opened, as soft music wafted through the still air. She sat up, unsure of what was happening. The living room seemed as it was from only minutes ago. She sighed, no longer having the strength to care, and plopped back down.
"Done." The young, tiny voice repeated, now much louder.
Exhaling loudly to show her discomfort, she threw down the blanket and stood up. The hauntingly beautiful music continued, also increasing its volume. Frustrated and only a bit frightened, she spun around quickly, searching the room for the mysterious voice. "Where are you!"
"Don't be afraid." The voice came again.
Identifying that the voice was coming from the darkened corner, she slowly moved toward it. Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this? She thought, mildly shaken. Suddenly, she stopped at the figure. A small boy, face covered by a purple cloak trimmed with gold, stood there, rooted in his place. "To care is to risk loss."
She stared at the boy, bewildered. Just before Lark could form the words she wanted to say, a strange light-headed feeling overcame her, while her vision faded to black. The child stared intently at her, until she could no long see him, yet his voice floated through her, sending a chill down her spine.
"And you have so much to lose."
A/N: It has been revised and now I kind of like it...-
