Hello again! Thank you for your lovely reviews! I have to apologise to let you wait, my ever-so-dear mother accidentally poured wine to my keypad, and I was unable to update my story. Heck, I wasn't able write at all for the whole month, damn it! Oh well…here's the second chappy for the story, hope it is long enough? ; )

Disclaimer: Never own FF X and never will. (But I can always dream, right?) To be straight, Square owns the characters, not me. Got it? But Ta-daah! I happen to own character Serian Honoré, so if you happen to steal it, his looks OR this story, I'll make you pay. cough Now let us proceed with the trilogy! Enjoy.

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The Day I Died.

Chapter 2: Those endless dreams…

Yuna was glad to see Kilika again. Now that Sin was gone, she deserved a decent and happy life together with her friends. Yuna decided to move there for a while, just to sniff some new winds, and of course, her friends faithfully followed her to examine her new home island. Just living her life happily ever after, no troubles for tomorrow…"Oh, how I wished it could be true. But it will never be." Yuna thought with a certain assurence, as she watched the isle of Kilika slowly drawing close to her eyesight.

The memories couldn't leave her so easily, and she knew it.

After they departed for the quest for their new, happy lives, Yuna closed herself from the others a little. Those restless dreams couldn't leave her mind, and she was confused by it. The dream was so frightening, so…strangely familiar to her, like someone tried to say something to her. Like a silent cry…for help? For revenge? She did not know.

Finally, the ship had come to journey's end, and the party was ready to leave.

"Yuna, come. Let's go." Yuna heard Lulu's soft voice and turned to look at her friend. " I guess I got lost in my thoughts again…" Yuna smiled in apologising way and hurried to the others. After a few moments of wandering in the streets watching those oh-so fascinating shops, Yuna decided to pay one more visit to the Kilika temple, as if to bid farewell to the Yevon itself.

It was clear that Yuna did not believe in its teachings anymore, after all the hypocrisy she had to face, after his numerous lies. She never did thought that a maester of Yevon could be so guilty for his immoral actions. Well…Yuna´s opinion changed after she found out that Lord Jyscal was indeed murdered, by his very son, Seymour.

She never had faced so rotten system as Yevon was today, it looked like that the priests of Yevon were way too busy to betray their own teachings, that they did not pay attention to Seymour's suspiciously swift rise to power.

She found the temple completely empty, not even the priests were inside.

Wonder what happened?

She looked around her: many statues seemed to stare at her accusingly with their cold, stony eyes and suddenly Yuna found the air around her a bit chilly. She decided to return to her friends and she turned to the entrance to go back. However, something or someone caught her attention like a bright flame for a moth.

A dark shadow stood at the back of the temple, and Yuna turned to look at it.

It wasn't a mere shadow, but a tall man disguised in a dark cloak.

"Who are you?" Yuna asked flatly, wondering how she didn't notice him earlier.

"Do you not remember me?" Asked a soft, smooth voice in front of her, and the man took a step closer to her. " Why do I have a feeling about hearing your voice before? Lower your hood! Just who are you?" Yuna asked, but in a sense, part of her knew somehow. The figure took another step closer, and he lowered his hood down, so that Yuna would be able to see him properly.

"It is I…Seymour." His voice wasn't so smooth anymore. It was weak and weary.

"I knew I had to see you, speak to you if I could-" Seymour said this with a clear desperation in his voice, witch Yuna had never heard before.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and shock, how could he be back? "You…. Stay away from me. Don't come any closer!" She whispered like all air had suddenly vanished, still staring at him like he was some sort of a ghost. Well…practically he was.

Yuna took several steps back and she was speechless. She simply stood there not believing her eyes.

She was in a shock, simply staring at him, not realising that it wouldn't be quite safe to stay close to a ghost of a sadistical, megalomaniacal murderer.

"Please hear me out, because I believe that-" He said with a low voice, like he needed every bit of strength to make her understand something very serious.

"I do not know why you are not in the Farplane, but you will go back!" Yuna abruptly broke off his speech and gathered her courage and stared straight in to his frosty lilac eyes.

Seymour looked different somehow.

His expression was exhausted and very, very serious. His constant smile had vanished like he had forgotten how people used their facial muscles to form an expression, which we people like to call as a smile.

Nevertheless, she had no mercy left for him anymore.

Yuna revealed her staff and looked at him with a blank look in her eyes.

This is her duty.

"Yuna, please listen to me…" Seymour approached her holding his arms in his sides as if to signify his peaceful intentions.

"Go away." A simple answer, leaving no space for argue.

"Listen to me!" Seymour nearly lunged at her, as Yuna found his left hand holding her staff in a tight grip. She stared him in absolute terror and Seymour's expression seems to soften slightly as he sees Yuna´s terrified eyes.

Never he has let down his guard and given in to anger. Never.

"Still you do not understand…how I wished to let you see. I will make you understand." A voice, barely a whisper escapes his lips and Yuna is truly confused.

"U- Understand…? What?" she looks up to him with puzzled visage and she doesn't know was it a threat or something else, much deeper. They stand so close to each other, and suddenly Yuna pulls herself away from his grip as she remembers who is embracing her with his already dead arms.

"Truly, you fear me…. But it was not always so. It does not need to be that way anymore, Yuna. It never needed to be that way." His low, soft voice reached her, and his eyes were locked into her own, like he tried to explain something else, something that he never dared to say to her.

"What are you…?" Yuna asked, but Seymour suddenly hushed her with a soft touch to her rosy lips by his index and middle finger.

"We have little time, before it begins. Listen to me carefully." A slight pause. He looked at her, who still stood there, not even making a simple step to flee far away him or trying to send him with the same eager passion that possessed her after the last battle they fought inside Sin.

Courage. That was the trait what Yuna possessed and what Seymour always highly valued.

"I came back here, not really long after Sin was defeated. You sent me, but not soon after that, something pulled me back here. To tell you the truth, I do not know what it was or most importantly, why. I have bee hiding here for some time, now following you, trying to catch a glimpse from you. Something is happening…it is starting soon. You will see soon enough." Seymour looks at her and sighs softly. "What do you think you're doing? Begging me for help?" Yuna´s voice suddenly sounded very cold, as it echoed in the temple.

"…Yes." Seymour laid his eyes firmly to the ground not daring to look her enraged eyes.

"I. Will. Not. Help. You. No. Absolutely not!" Her voice was dangerously low and she turned her back at him. "Since when have you truly cared for other people? For me? For your father, that you so innocently murdered?" Yuna´s voice was now sad, desperate and accusing.

"I know. I thought, no, I still think that they are truly in a better place now. But that is not the matter; I had to warn you, Lady Yuna. Something is to happen, that will pose severe danger to both worlds, mine and…yours." he lifted his strange, lightly violet eyes to her back and wished for the best.

Her main concern had always been the happiness of the people, and always will be. She would not overlook this "threat". It is in her nature.

"Seymour…are you not angry with me? I did kill you, didn't I?" She turns around and Seymour meets her beautiful, yet sad eyes.

See? Didn't think that she would give in so easily…wasn't really so hard now, was it? He almost let out an amused chuckle, but with experienced will of his mind, he concealed it with skill he learned a long time ago.

"I…I never thought that Sin would be defeated. I saw the sadness and constant fear in the eyes of my people, and I knew, that they would never be really happy. So I thought that living in death would be the best way to truly live. No fear for losing your loved ones, no threats for one's existence. Isn't it something to be cherished?" He took one cautious step closer to Yuna and looked at her. No, not just looked at her, but really looked at her. Seymour knew that in a way, she was the same as him. Living as a half of two worlds prove to be extremely difficult, especially if your other half was despised and shunned by other. That was the reason, why he decided to meet her again.

"But I never did blame you…for killing me. Actually, I was glad…I needed someone to set me free, take away myself and my sins along with my life." Seymour said quietly, making sure that he was not looking at his killer. Instead observing her now saddened face, he laid his gaze to the decorated wall next to him. If he ever felt this way, this would have been the first time. To actually admitting something to her, to confess, was so much harder than he thought.

"But why?" Yuna asked her weary voice suddenly full of compassion. "I trust you would never be interested my personal misery….Yuna. And I do not think you would have chanced your opinion about me anyhow. Many things are indeed realized before it is too late, do you not think so too?" Seymour tore his gaze off from the boring wall and glanced at her.

"Seymour, I…there are too many unanswered questions, too many memories…" Yuna began, but once again he interrupted her. "Please, think it over. But make it quick, I will see you again in the next night. I shall follow you, wherever you go. As you may understand, it is not exactly safe for me to show my face around here anymore…" Seymour casted his assuring smile for her and took a step backwards to eye her.

"Yuna? You there? Come, time to dinner!" Lulu's patronising voice was heard outside of the temple and Yuna startled a bit. She casted an hesitating look at her former foe, who returned a assuring look towards her and amazingly troubled, yet charming smile. "Go. Your friends need you." he said assuringly and Yuna nodded once, and vanished trough the entrance.

Like I need you as well. But then again…people with so much to protect are so easy to control…He watched as she walked, nearly sprinted, away from the temple, with a familiar feeling squeezing his heart once again.

Few moments later, when they enjoyed a marvellous dinner ( made by Lulu, naturally), Yuna decided to go to sleep early, because of the nightmares that haunted her last night gave barely none sleep at all. Tired like she never had any sleep at all, Yuna drowsily leaped into her bed and closed her eyes.

She was at the meadow again, though somehow the atmosphere, which surrounded her, was colder and somehow dismal. And the man was there once again: in the distance stood the ominous shadow. This time she did not want to approach him, but somehow her feet just carried her away, directly to him. Slowly, the figure brightens up slightly, and the more closer she got, the clearer she saw the figure, but at same time cold bits her hard, and it is even harder to stop walking.

"Yuuuunaaaaa…." She hears his rattling breath that whispers her name, and the shadow just grows larger and taller. Finally she is in the end of her walk. As if observing her, the creature holds her by his arms and embraces her like she was a long-lost relative. So cold and sinister his touch was, that it was extremely painful for her not to scream, and suddenly the man draws out a silver dagger and stabs her to the back swiftly. She did not scream as she died, and the little boy's sobs grew even louder and unbearable.

The ground opened up, and like a dying leaf in the autumn, she fell.

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Well…this surely lifts the age limit a bit higher..

What is Seymour's secret? Just what is he hiding? And why has he come back? Why I didn't make Yuna to be bitchier? Well, my dear readers, it will all come together soon! Stay tuned for the next episode of The Day I Died!

Feel free to review, flame (with a helluva good cause, that is…) and, of course give constructive criticism, because, as sad as it gets, this is my very first story I have ever written.

Yours truly,

He-Loves-Me-Not.