Love Pentagon
By: May-VeggieGirl1

Disclaimer: I own Jack. Jack owns cheese. Cheese rules all. All screws over I. I suffer. (repeat until you figure out I own nothing whatsoever)

Ever since the beginning of FFX I saw the pairing of Aurikku, but it just never seemed to fit in my mind. Here I was, Rikku's age in FFX, thinking Auron rocks, yet I couldn't connect a 15-year-old hyper active girl to and 30, 40, or 50-year-old dead man. Even with all the Aurikku fics that are out there, I still didn't feel it made any sense.
Not that this fic makes more sense than other Aurikku fics.
It just makes me feel better to do like this instead.

One last note: the mech Auron wakes up in is basically a helicopter, but it's never mentioned. And I made up Rikku's mom's name, if anyone has the real name or anything that I screwed up on, tell me. I haven't played the game in a while and I only kept in mind what I found to be very important details. I am pretty sure that her mom died in the game, but remember, this is still an AU.

ANOTHER TEST FIC LIKE HIT THE FLOOR! I can ASSURE you people I won't update this as often as Hit the Floor, which, for those who have read it, I am almost done with Chapter 4.

Summary: AU: What if the events after the beginning of Braska's calm didn't work out as expected? What if Auron didn't die? And what if Rikku's mom fell in love with him? How would Rikku being unintentionally dragged with Auron to Tidus's Zanarkand affect the future? Can Auron explain to Rikku's family and friends where she was those ten years without revealing Sin's true identity yet? How did a simple task turn into this big of a commotion? ChikaiAuron, RikkuAuron, TidusRikku, YunaTidus, BrotherYuna, and possibly more pairings later on!


All I remembered was feeling incredibly cold... yet everything felt alright. It was a kind of sweeping cold that washed over your body. A cold that shouldn't ever go away again. But I welcomed it. It rid me of that excruciating pain I had been in while trudging down Mt. Gagazet in shambles. It was right.
Kimahri would go to Besaid to protect Yuna. Hopefully he'll keep her away from Yevon also. And I would die. It was right.
But it wasn't completely right in my mind. It was probably instinct- the will to live. Whether my body wanted it or not, I'll die here. The Ronso will leave me at peace, they are the ones who are closer to the nature of these things. I will have that peace of mind until Jehct tells me where to go next.

I was at the point... where I thrived over that eternal sleep as that cold numbing feeling came over me.

It was beautiful... but still worth fighting against. It was worth living for in a paradox called reality.


Slowly, the next thing I knew, the darkness that had engulfed me, what had only seemed a short while ago, began to lift. Warmth had replaced it as I felt that stabbing pain that I thought I would never be able to experience again. Where did it go? This wasn't right. It was the first thing that went wrong.

She found me.


Light, warmth, pain. Even though my mind drifted in an abyss, these things I could recognize and the messy puddle of my thoughts began to focus on that point. That point brought me back to the living, conscious world.
My eyes drifted open slightly to find myself looking at the snow-covered mountains from a high place. And, shortly after half sight came back, sound did too. It startled me, the sound of sheer metal clashing and scraping away made me flinch. I could taste blood in my mouth and my body felt incredibly heavy as it leaned uncomfortably in a chair.

"Alive," I breathed out painfully as I felt the squeezing of my lungs. Another wave of of cold washed over me, but it wasn't same cold I wanted. It made me shudder, it was the sensation and not the state of mind that I had been apparently deprived from. My mind tried to wander but failed some more. I concluded as to where I was as the sight of Gagazet left and the lush green plains appeared. I'm in a mech, high above Spira. That, or I was having the worst sending to the Farplane ever known. Right, so how did any of this ever happen? I looked down at myself. I was wrapped thoroughly in a thick blanket in the chair as wind rushed all around me. I tried to at least wiggle my fingers but found that they were in a mess of sticky liquid and trying brought more immense suffering on my part. A groan escaped my lips as my head shifted on the cushion it was against without any help on my part.
My mind, finding exploring my surroundings for answers to be impossible and pointless, began to lose its steady hold and started to drift back into unconsciousness. Suddenly, something caught my single remaining good eye and I forced myself to look at the doorless opening before me to find a women standing there. Her silky blonde hair bounced all over the room because of the the vacuum sucking the air all over the room and her emerald green eyes fixed with mine with concern and surprise before I passed out in my vertigo.


"Sir Auron?"

I heard someone calling me and I became upset. I didn't know what death was going to be like, but I know damn well what life was all about. And I sure as hell didn't feel dead. My body continued to throb in pain as I grumbled and tried to roll on my side but failed.

"Please don't try to move."

I wanted to yell at her, I was so frustrated by what had happened, but her gentle yet empowering voice kept my temper at bay. I was more concerned about my whole being feeling like it was on fire to worry about an unusual women ordering me around.

"Hey, Mom, what's going on?"

A boy's voice. I can't distinguish his age by it, and since I had more pressing issues to deal with, I ignored him.

"Go back to your room, Brother. And take Rikku with you." (AN: Am I the only one who finds the mother calling her son 'brother' really weird? O.o;;; Maybe I should give him a more dignified name too... what do ya' think peeps?)

I listened to the sound of soft footsteps and the door clicking followed by silence. I tried to take in deeper breaths but found that it wasn't my rib cage poking into my lungs keeping me from more oxygen. It felt more of outside influence. I decided it was about time to get my facts straight and I opened my eyes to the sterile looking room. It was quiet, simple,and clean, thankfully not a blinding white but mostly an off-tone peach. The women from before stood over me and smiled.

"Sir Auron, you're awake!" She beamed happily while turning to a bed stand next tome to dip a rag into a bowl of water. "How do you feel?" I ignored her question and sleepily glanced over to the door where my red overcoat and jug hung from, cleaned from blood and dirt that accumulated from fighting Lady Yunalesca. Well, at least that's intact. She turned back to me and gently laid the rag on my forehead as I let out as heavy of a sigh as my lungs would allow. It was cool and seemed to soothe my pounding forehead for the time being. She noticed that I had no intention to start a conversation by my own means, so she pushed again. "How do you feel?" I felt like my whole side was shot at with the force of a shoopuff and as lightheaded as a teenager in love, but I took it upon myself to keep my problems as my problems. Instead, I concluded to ask her about something she could help with.

"Where am I, how did I get here, and who are you?" I summed everything up easily, not in any mood for beating around the bush.

"Direct, aren't you Sir Auron? Well, my name is Chikai, I work for Yevon's newspaper, The Almighty." (AN: sorry, I couldn't think of a better newspaper name. Believe me, I am a journalist, for The Mountain newspaper, so it's very possible.) ...I was saved by a journalist? The single thing keeping me from the sweet fruits of the Farplane... was a journalist...?I felt like slamming my head against a wall while screaming, but I seriously doubted I would have that opportunity for quite some time. Besides, I was still a monk. Practically half of our customs are to feel things and never do or show them. Control. Hah, that really helped me out a lot. The only time I lost that control is when I suffered that potentially fatal wound. It should have been fatal.
I brought myself back out of my train of thoughts as she waited patiently to continue. I used my best attempt to nod and let her explain further.
"Anyway, news of the victory reached all of Spira, and everyone was all smiles. I felt honored to get the assignment to go up to Zanarkand to interview Lord Braska's faithful guardians." The mentioning of my dear lost friend stirred my soul. Ahh, Braska, how is the Farplane? I wish I was with you, it wouldn't be as entertaining without Jehct, but I'm sure there are still good times waiting to be had up there. "I arrived to find no one there, so I decided to stop by Mt. Gagazet to ask the Ronso if any of Lord Braska's guardians had come by, and I found you." She smiled while tucking her hands behind her back and looking down at the ground as if it intrigued her. The cloth resting on my head has lost its cool luster and now only irritated my forehead. "I took you back to Bevelle and wrapped up your wounds."

"So I'm in Bevelle."Chikai nodded cheerfully.

"Is there anything you need?" I stared at the white blinds covering the windows. I really didn't want to seem ungrateful for her saving my life... but I was. Maybe I could find another more helpful use from her.

"How long was I out for?"

"Since you woke up in on the way? About a day." My mind continued to stall over the matter. "Anything else I can help out with Sir Auron?" She blushed as I met my stoic eyes with her bubbly ones,making my decision.

"I think... there is..."


Alright, that's it for the first chapter!So, how can Chikai possibly help out Auron? You'll have to stay tuned to find out! Now be a nice reader and click that liiiitttlle button down there. Please?