Well I just updated one of my other fan fictions and I thought, 'Eh, what the heck, might as well update this one too!' and so here I am…writing the intro. Well as an explanation as to why I haven't been updating this…my big brother stole the FF X game and so I slowly forgot everything that happened. I'm going to start playing it again this summer, so don't you worry! I won't leave this fan fiction hanging! I decided to do another random chapter and see how much I remember from the game at this point…yell at me if I get anything wrong.

Replies to Reviewers!

A Fading Shadow- Hmm well…I would have to say it was a random incident involving a polka-dotted lemur, a silver banana, and a hairbrush. I'm glad you are enjoying the story though!

Solecito- Indeed, buffalo wings are awesome. Seymour always scared me…with his blue hair and robeish type clothing he wore…Auron is just plain awesome, no matter how you look at it. He's the type of person who would see someone like Sephiroth charging at him and he'd just blink, shrug, and continue to kick said person's (or Sephiroth…even though Sephiroth is pretty darn awesome) bum. Fun times!

Amanda Dragon- Bad boy Auron! Sit! ((tosses Auron some crackers, Auron hisses and skulks off)) …sorry about Auron freaking out on you. Just a pointer, Auron is to crackers as women are to chocolate. You give Auron some crackers, and he won't kill you…maybe.

RMN- Your name is fun to abbreviate. Did I ever say that? How's Lucas been doing? I suppose he's been fine, considering he's as hyper as he always is…God how I miss my Knights of the Old Republic Gone Insane fan fiction…that was the most awesome thing ever.

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Auron glanced quickly around his surroundings, the box of crackers clutched firmly underneath his arm. 'Coast is clear…now to run like hell! That Seymour pansy certainly is persistent…' he thought as he barreled down the street, knocking over more than a few people as he did so. He ignored their curses and yelps of pain as he continued on, only one thought present I his mind, 'Must…get…secret…weapon!'

He stopped in front of a building and glanced inside, grinning maniacally to himself. Yes, this store would do nicely…He walked in through the front door, and went searching for the weapon that would be Seymour's demise.

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Tidus stared down at what the Al Bhed girl from earlier had called his "food". He pulled a disgusted face as some of it started to move,

"Ewwy ewwy! It's alive!" he cried, flinging the tray away from him. It hit one of the other Al Bhed members in the head, and said member turned around slowly to face Tidus. Tidus squeaked in terror, glancing around for any type of sanctuary he might be able to use.

Finding none, he bolted, the Al Bhed in hot pursuit. "AHHHH! DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!" Tidus pleaded to the outraged Al Bhed. He received no reply, and thus the psychotic chase began. First it was just the one Al Bhed, but more began to join in as the chase went on, until the whole crew of Al Bhed were pursuing the panicking Tidus.

As a result of everyone chasing Tidus, no one noticed that a dark form was rapidly approaching, a dark form of DOOM. The ship lurched as the creature rammed into the boat, making several people tumble out off. Tidus screamed as he spotted the creature, recognizing it as the monster that attacked Zanarkand.

"AHHH! I'M BEING STALKED BY THE BLOB!" he screeched, hiding underneath some coils of rope. Whatever possessed Tidus to think a few lengths of rope could prevent Sin from locating him is beyond me. And so he was snatched, and yet again rendered unconscious to be whisked away to some other random location.

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Auron peeked out of the store cautiously, holding his purchase before him in a little box. Seeing that there was no blue-haired Maester in sight, he began to sneak out. He made it to the outskirts of town, where an ambush lay in wait for him. 'Damn…one of the townspeople must of tipped them off.' He thought as he regarded the assembled force in front of him. His eye twitched and he unsheathed his sword, preparing to take all of the cracker-theif's minions at once.

"There is no need for violence, good sir," remarked a nasally and EXTREMELY annoying voice. Auron convulsed slightly and glared as Seymour walked into the clearing,

"For the love of Yevon, can you PLEASE talk more normally?" Auron pleaded. Seymour's eyes narrowed, apparently he had taken offense at this statement. Auron smirked lightly as Seymour seemed to weigh the matters of attempting to kill Auron outright or trying diplomacy, which was demanded as his role as Maester.

Duty won in this battle, and Seymour relaxed, his face once again serene. Auron sulked a little, he would have liked to fight this pompous, blue-haired, cracker-stealing monster. Seymour smiled politely at Auron, making the latter cringe.

"Dear sir, I think it would be in your best interests to just give the crackers to me. Think of them as an offering to Yevon if you must." Seymour said smoothly. Auron's eyes narrowed. That last statement was borderline threatening!

"NEVER! YOU SHALL NEVER TAKE THE CRACKERS! YEVON HIMSELF COULD ATTEMPT TO TAKE THE CRACKERS AND I WOULD STILL FIGHT!" Auron shouted, making Seymour scowl.

"You do realize that I have an advantage over you in numbers?" the Maester hissed. Auron grinned wickedly and held up his little box,

"You may have numbers on your side, but I have the embodiment of DEATH on my side!" the swordsman said, his eyes twinkling. Seymour raised an eyebrow, not sure how the embodiment of death could fit in to such a small box. He sighed and said,

"How's this; if your "embodiment of death" manages to defeat all of my men, I shall abandon the chase and let you keep the crackers. But if my men win, you give me the crackers and swear you shall never touch another cracker as long as you live. Deal?" Auron sniggered at the last part, and Seymour failed to see what was so funny. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at Auron.

"Well?" he asked. Auron blinked and stared at the Maester, nodding slowly.

"On one condition…if I win, you can't touch another cracker as well!" Auron said, grinning evilly. Seymour paled slightly, then nodded to show he agreed with that new term. Auron cackled madly and opened the box,

"Death! Come out and destroy the enemies of the almighty sacred crackers that are yours and mine alone!" he shouted, and a furry form launched itself out of the box. In around fifteen seconds all of Seymour's men lay dead upon the ground, and the furry creature which killed them was perched atop Auron's shoulder.

Seymour's jaw dropped as he saw the animal. His mouth opened and closed a couple times before he managed to squeak out,

"The embodiment of death is a…chinchilla?" Auron cackled and nodded, patting the furry rodent on the head fondly.

"This little guy was on sale at the pet store…apparently he had bitten the hands off of a few potential owners. He liked me just fine though." Saying this, Auron handed the little rodent a cracker, which was quickly devoured. Seymour's eyes began to water as he realized he would never eat another cracker again.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving. If you follow me, I'll tell everyone that you're a liar. Maester's aren't allowed to be liars." Auron said as he strode off, leaving a very depressed Maester behind.

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And so there's another chapter. It was originally going to be a hamster that Auron purchased, but someone a chinchilla seemed much more…menacing. Hope you enjoyed reading!