The Day I Died.
Chapter 4. Forever in a dream.
Seymour had thought of a good plan to get Yuna out of Kilika safely. Yuna would have sworn that he would have used his powerful magic to slay that frightening man mercilessly, but when she thought about his suggestion to flee from the island, it sounded rather persuasive and therefore the life of that pathetic man was spared.
Seymour, Yuna and the foul-mouthed man walked back to the village, and Seymour hid himself again under the black cloak. Yuna really had a hard time to figure out just exactly how he was able to conceal his brightly blue locks of hair under his black hood, but he did manage to do it amazingly well, considering that because of his half-Guado heritage, his vivid, blue hair was pointing out in almost every gravity- defying direction. Considering his tall height, and the dark cloak, which had almost become his number one style in fashion, he looked exactly like a part of the inquisition squad. Although he lacked the silver mask and the belt, he still scared everybody lifeless and they moved quickly out of their way at the same time looking very nervous still staring at the Golden Trio, when they walked past the village.
The foul-mouthed man had been quite pale and sweaty as they departed the isle of Kilika in a ship, which was supposedly heading to Bevelle, Spira´s capital city.
After a few moments of wandering in the ship, the party hid in the cabin under the deck.
A pressuring silence fell in the tiny room, as the man gazed Yuna and her abnormally tall companion nervously. Yuna sat in the bed calmly and Seymour observed the man hideously as trying to kill him with his stare, which was quite comical, as he had to bend his neck to avoid his head to bang to the ceiling.
Yuna watched Seymour with the corner of her eye, and pondered the situation. She was almost alone with this man, and yet he had not showed any kind of hatred towards her at any point. It was not possible that he had forgiven her. Or was it? However, hiding his intentions was Seymour's one of the many abilities, which he was quite a professional at. But still, he had not showed any kind of hatred even after her very own hands murdered him! Of course, In Spira, death would have not meant the end for soul, if it wasn't sent to the Farplane…Before the revealing of Seymour's crime, Yuna had respected him, and even looked up to him as a man to be obeyed, even liked…but the rude man interrupted her thoughts by his talk.
"You're going to kill me now, aren't you?" The man asked flatly. Not really a question, but a mere sad statement, as he looked at Seymour. " To kill you? What are you talking about?" Yuna lifted her confused gaze to him, and the man looked at the girl with a blank expression. "It is clear. You don't need me anymore, and it would be quite risky to let me go. So, do it. Don't extend this." He demanded without any sign of desperation or remorse, and Yuna could do nothing but to look at him.
After a few moments of silence, she stood up and looked at the man straight to the eyes.
"What is your name?" She asked with her familiar kind voice, smiling lightly. "What?" The man looked at her, not really understanding what she was saying. "Your name. Who are you?" Yuna asked, and the man could not believe his ears. "I am Karis. But I seriously doubt that you are going to need it, because I'm soon dead anyway." He spoke to Yuna with highly irritated tone, as if not really caring about anything. " Don't worry. We are not going to kill you." Yuna smiled kindly at him, and both Karis and Seymour looked at her surprised. "We're not?" Seymour asked and looked at Yuna. He looked clearly astonished and simply stood there, staring at her with an expression "I-did-not-hear-that-and-most-certainly-I-do-not-get-her." Written all over his face.
"I am not an murderer. You are going to get us safely to Bevelle to see this "Master" of yours. After that, you can go." Yuna continued, and it was Karis´ turn to look confused. "What? I don't believe this!" Seymour sighed and took her hand into his and murmured something what sounded like "We need to talk." very quietly, and very quickly they disappeared trough the door.
"Seymour, just what are you doing?" Yuna broke off before Seymour had a chance to tell her anything. "No, Yuna, just what are YOU doing?" He shot at her in bewilderment and still his rather big hand kept her much smaller and smoother hand in its grip. " As you may have already noticed, I happen to believe a thing called "second chance", Seymour." Yuna lectured and Seymour just stood right in front of her. "Obviously, Yuna." He sneered and just stared at her pretty, un-matched eyes.
"Seymour…I'm sorry." Yuna spoke her voice clearly quivering, and she looked at him wanting to say something, anything, to make Seymour understand that she was genuinely sorry for her deeds.
Seymour looked at her with an expression Yuna couldn't understand, and he opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but he remained silent. Yuna could almost, just almost see how he battled against his reasoning deep inside.
After a moment that felt like an eternity for Yuna, she got rather uncomfortable about the silent moment, and still Seymour simply stood right in front of her doing nothing. As if he had completely forgotten what he was supposed to do next!
"Seymour?"
"Mmmmh-yes?"
"Could you…let go of my hand now? No offence, but your hand is getting rather sweaty…" She eyed him with a concerned look, and Seymour retrieved his hand from hers quickly. "Eh? I'm sorry. Errr…I haven't been quite myself lately. Coming back to life may do that to you." He desperately tried to look away from her lovely face, and he, once again, ended up staring some quite interesting spot.
""Coming back to life"? Seymour, are you alive? I mean, you're not dead anymore?" Yuna´s jar literally dropped and it was her turn to stare at him with a face that undoubtedly would have implied her escape from the loonies´ house.
"Yes. At first, I sincerely thought that I was still dead, when you tried to send me again in Kilika, (this time he casted rather ugly look at her) but now, I am certain that I am back." He almost triumphantly lifted his chin and smiled at her with all his Guado-glory.
"Well…. Ahem. That's good for you. Very good." Yuna encouraged him weakly, and her mouth was still open from disbelief. "If you don't mind, I'm going to the cabin to rest. I am not feeling really good. The shaky boat, you see…err…don't do good for my…err…. stomach. Yeah." she weakly smiled at him, and Seymour just looked at her with eyes full of doubt.
Slowly she walked back to the cabin, and the foul-mouthed man, Karis, immediately stood up from the bed eyeing her warily.
"Out. Now." She demanded like she was in some sort of a trance, and Karis yelped like a scared puppy. "Out? Oooookay. I'm going now…. going…going…gone." He quickly vanished trough the door and Yuna sat on the bed feeling sick. Not from the rocky boat trip, no. But the idea that she was alone with an insane murderer, made her feeling vulnerable, and so defenceless.
"What was I thinking for not talking to my friends first? How naïve I always am...now there isn't any guarantee that he won't slash his revenge on me, forwhat I …did to him. And most importantly, I don't have the benefit of sending him to the Farplane anymore. Oh…what am I going to do now?" Sighing quietly, Yuna gradually let herself to be lulled to sleep by the ship's silent swaying, and she slowly fell to a restless dream in her despair, and she didn't worry about anything anymore.
Seymour began to think again about certain things, a bad hobby what he had been doing for years now. He once again tried to remember certain moments from his past, that unpleasant time, what he had always despised. Usually it would not do good, if a person would try to live in his past and forget to live, but for Seymour, it was the only way to escape from reality into his own peace when he felt the need to go.
And unfortunately, this happened quite often.
He absently stared at the grey, roaring ocean, and leaned to the balustrade when that short, bold and especially rude man came to his present once again.
"Karis…was it?" he simply asked and the blond man nodded. "I guess you wished to hear about the faction's most recent actions?" Karis asked and was now standing straight, like a good soldier should.
" Of course. And how is your Master doing now when Yevon is at verge of collapse?" Seymour asked without removing his gaze from the roaming sea. "Fabulously…. My Lord. He has been quite restless, given the circumstances, and he has noticed your present here. I am most sure, that he wishes to meet you." A sickening smile crept to the blond´s lips, and he bowed to Seymour slightly. Seymour noticed this, but he didn't react. Instead he only asked one simple question: " What does he wish from the High Summoner?".
"Not much, my lord. Only few sendings, that's all. The faction is soon in high need for every apprentice summoner they can get. And given her famous reputation, it would also do good for our reputation." The man still wore his unpleasant grin, making him look even more pathetic than before. Seymour had enough from his ridiculous face, so he gave a sign for the man to leave. Before the man disappeared behind the corner, Seymour addressed him once more. "Karis…you are a good spy, your Master should be proud. But there's no need to speak any of our conversation to the summoner. Agreed?" The man nodded, and vanished below the deck.
Seymour's mood had risen a bit, after the spy's rather good news. Seymour had lost almost all of his power as a Maester after Sin's defeat, but it was not a problem for him to rise to the power once more. Not at all.
Seymour had not thought that the faction had been able to rise to power so swiftly, and he didn't think that their actions would have been so severe against normal citizens, but it certainly was not a problem for him to solve. Not his problem…not yet.
Climbing up the social ladder was certainly ability in what he was good as breathing air to others, and Seymour's thirst for power was even greater than his lust for acceptance, and this made him an excellent opportunist. Even Yuna had witnessed this, when Seymour had been appointed as a Maester, after his father's "natural" passing.
Yuna…her lovely face flashed in his eyes, and his thoughts wandered to her grace.
She was attractive, her laughter seemed to fill his soul and she…No.
Not letting himself to be distracted by her, Seymour quickly drove her image away from his thoughts, and he gained the power over his own mind again.
"She…she would suffer for what she did to me.
Suffer? No. It is such a strong word…"Seymour had not yet solved the question about her punishment, but he was sure, that she would be most sorry.
It would be so easy and blissful to live forever in a dream, but Seymour knew that it was not the answer this time.
"Yes…the plans are going well. Really well." With this thought he headed for their cabin, with a smile playing in his lips.
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A little explaining here: Inquisitor = in Latin; Inquisitor =(´investigator, interrogator) A member of the inquisition judicature. Figuratively: torturer, tormentor.
Inqvisition= in Latin; Inquisitio= (´inquiry, hearing) A institute wich was founded by the catholic church in the Middle Ages, a torture judicature to condemn heretics. Figuratively: torture,torment.
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