Love-J: Haha, do I have a fangirl now? lol :P And your right I do put my heart and soul into my writing, as my writing even in a fiction form is a outpouring of my heart, I love nothing better then for these frail hands to be nothing more than blurs on plastic keys :). And yes I have heard the song, and well, meh, I'm not really a Linkin Park fan, but I can give you a quote from one of my favorite bands, The Good Life :).
"Would you play a song for me?
Some wilting melody
That drifts of where the sunflowers
To some far away country
Won't you play a song for me
With words that push pins
They stick into my heart
And bleed out resonance..."
It's nothing you would ever hear of the radio, and it's not chewed up and spit out main stream bullshit, it's straight from the heart and soul, beautiful and cryptic, The lead singer has had a rough life and he lets it be known his angst is his pen, it's one of the reasons I love that band so much, I definetly recommend checking them out, if you like things straight from the heart, but be warned if mainstream is your forte then you probably won't like them:P.
Laheara: Aww::blushes: thanks :) I find it not so hard to write what Yuna is feeling because I know just below the surface "exactly" what she would feel, I know what it would feel like if you lost someone who ment so much to you..I know what the world looks like through eyes of gray sorrow...and I'm glad you could "feel and see" what she was seeing, you have no idea how much of a compliment that is to me :), because that was what I was really going for. And no I never did hear that song, but on your recommendation I downloaded it and your right it is a really good song, I really adore the lyrics, even though I normally don't like Mainstream bands, I really like Evanescence, for some reason they are able to inspire me, plus the angst in their lyrics :drools: matches quiet well to my own.
Haha, and thanks, I try to work on me being a grammer sUx0r, but your right, none of us are perfect :), thanks for not being a grammer natzi, lol.
Vogue Star:Haha, thanks, I'll have to make sure and write another chapter, I mean you did plead and everything, lol ;;
Again these reviews are a bit old, they were under my "MorhionG" account, and since I took a 6 month hiatis I'm trying to catch up lol :P
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"Yuna, YUNA!" Tidus screamed for all he was worth, screaming louder than he ever had in his life. He pressed through the crowd of people staring up at her, their eyes transfixed on her as she spoke. His mind was a swarm of thoughts as he fought to move through the crowd, not a single one payed him mind, nor did they move or speak, as he tried to push them out of the way. No one turned as he screamed his lungs out praying to something, "anything" that she would hear him call. It had taken him almost two weeks of scheming and waiting to finally find a boat from Kilika to Luca, he had been determined to find a way there after he had overheard a group of people conversing on the gathering at Luca to see Lady Yuna's speech. He nearly fell over when he overheard, and ever since then he had been searching like mad for a way there. To his own anoyment, being only "half-real" did not offer any major advantages, he still had to get around just like everyone else, and do everything just like everyone else..well except maybe pay, as when the boat arrived and the passengers boarded, he walked on, unseen and unheard. The journey took about a day, and the entire time his thoughts were fixed on Yuna. More than anything in Spira, he wanted to hold her in his arms again, to "feel her" to touch her..to kiss her on those silken lips he had merley sampled at Makalania...he was starving, and she was the only thing that could quench such a hunger.
He did not sleep, another "wonderful" benefit to his now sorrowful existance. He did not sleep or eat, or need nourishment of any kind, he watched the days pass and at many points contemplated for the peace that the farplane could give him..Though the child-like Fayth had not told him, it was a unspoken understanding. He could leave Spira at any time, he was in a way like Auron, in that he was not "tied" to this world, though he did not need a sending. He only needed to make the journey to Guadosalam where he could join with the others..Auron, Braska, his father... But if he made such a journey, there would be no coming back to Spira, there would be no reversing it once he had finally "rested"
He just couldn't bring himself to do it, he needed her, for his own sanity and completion of what was left of his heart and mind, he needed to be with her. He needed to tell her how much he really loved her...how much he wanted her to be a part of his life...
Finally he made his way to a large hill just in front of the balcony, where to his dismay and annoyment, a large portion of the gigantic crowd stood, as the hill gave one a excellent and fairly close up view of the balcony, which was only perhaps a mere ten to twenty feet away. Knowing that it would take much to long to try and press through the crowd, Tidus decided to take advantage of his condition. Baking up a few couple feet, he ran as fast as he could at the crowd, jumping right before he ran into the back of a large stocky man. Using the man's shoulders as leverage, he hoisted himself up onto the man's shoulders, giving him a perfect and detailed view of the balcony. He saw Kimahari, standing silently behind Yuna as always. "Does he ever smile?" Tidus thought to amusingly to himself. Next to him were Wakka and Lulu, as he looked at them he noticed something different about the two, not just the visage of sorrow and regret on their faces, but the closeness between the two. As he looked further he could see from the gap between their bodies, that their hands were firmly entwined around the others, a simple and solemn comfort and promise to be the stone for the other..to be the shoulder for the other.
Tidus smiled wide, "See I knew secretly something was going on with those two" He laughed a little as he remebered the casual glances they used to give each other on the journey to Zanarken, and how Wakka would protest until he was red in the face that nothing was going on whenever Tidus would bring it up, mainly just to fluster Wakka. Lulu would just give him a evil stare and that of course would be the end of that. Rikku, was immediatley behind Yuna, he had never seen Rikku with a visage of such.."sorrow" as he was so accustom to her her bubbly nature and smile from ear to ear. To see her so disheartned pained him greatly..he didn't know his leaving would have such a impact on them all as it did.
And slowly his eyes took in Yuna...it had been the first time he had seen her since his leaving. And though he could feel nothing, he could swear he felt a physical pain..as it hurt that he wasn't near her. It was "ache" to the very core of his soul, such a ache that even such as he could feel, it was a aching to be whole. And that's what he was when he was with her..."whole". He knew his eyes were tearing, as his vision began to haze, though he did not feel them as they trickled down his cheek. She looked so lost..so "forgotten", even as she addressed the people, he could see, just as easily as he saw her, he saw the sorrow that had taken such a hold of her, the madness that danced in her eyes wasn't hidden by the tears that streamed from her gorgeous green and blue eyes. Her hands trembled in closed fists as she continued to speak to the people below her. He had never seen her look so frail in both mind and body. She had always been strong, to the very end, and to see her so openly disheartned, so utterly snatched from the reality she was in...Sorrowed him beyond words. He outstreched his hand, cupping it around her chin in the air before him, his hand trembled at the want and need to touch her..to kiss those tears from her eyes, to caress her cheek with his hand, letting her know that she wasn't alone, that she need not be afraid. That he would always love her.
A low rumble danced in the air above him, and when it ceased rain began to fall to world in gentle waves. Tidus swore to himself that the rain had to be for Yuna, for her tears of sorrow fell just as swiftly as the rain. The world itself for that very moment was one of gentle sorrow, the very air was thickened by it, even though Tidus could not feel he "knew" that one's skin would be touched by it, that one's heart would be held by it, her words captivated not only the onlookers below her, but all of Spira. This was proof that the land felt her pain, that she was not alone in her cries of agony...Tidus looked directly into her eyes, he stared at them as they glistned and brimmed with tears, and he made a silent prayer to the Fayth, to the Heavens, to anyone and anything that would hear him...
"Yuna...please..look at me..see me.." He didn't know if his pleas would be answered, but he had to see her eyes..he had to see "her", for the very sake of his agonizing soul and for the control of his sanity he had to look into those blue and green eyes one last time.
And as she spoke her last remaning words, Yuna slowly turned her head, her wet hair sticking in streaks to her cheek. Her eyes looked pastt the thousands of people, not really knowing what she was looking for, but drawn, like a moth to a flame, and when her eyes moved to the spot, everything vanished, except what was in front of her, and for the briefest of seconds, she saw eyes of blue.
Tidus lost himself in her eyes, the pools he loved to lose himself in so much...the very doors to the soul he was lost without. And for that moment, that second, that one chance in time he knew she could see him, he didn't know or care how but he knew.
And he said the one thing that filled his mind, his being, his very soul...as Yuna spoke her final words...
"I love you..."
Yuna's eyes spilled over with fresh tears...her mind racing for the reasons, the how's and the why's, but all of that dissapeared in one solmen and serene moment, and she uttered the words she had always felt, a quiet promise between the both of them, a rock to hold onto in the torrent of sorrow and pain they both had been washed in, her eyes filled with adimration and love for the image she saw before her, but just a glimpse, a transparent ghost..and with her eyes never leaving his, she let the words escape her lips...
"Never forget them..."
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Well there we go, I have mixed feelings about this chapter, I really like some parts, as they "flowed from my heart" and some parts seem idk, I'm just not happy with some, but anyway, please read and review, and of course for all of you that review, thank you a million times over, your encouragment and praise, and criticism, help me make these words and these hands flow, and for that I can never give you enough praise :).
