The Day I Died.
Chapter 8. The collision between His dream and Her wishes.
Seymour had not slept well, to be more precise, he had not slept at all during the night. He watched as Yuna slept, watching, as her chest rose in the same rhythm as his. Her face seemed so serene, and her smooth skin felt so warm against his.
Seymour had many thoughts running wildly inside his head.
He had been always so alone, and he knew that he would also be alone for the rest of his life. "Which is just fine. Perfect." He thought bitterly, and his mind was once again filled with the same hunger than before; his thirst for power, the need to control, was consuming his mind once again. If he was to live his life alone, why not live it in glory and supremacy?
"But then again…Yuna seemed so happy, as nothing could ever harm her. Could she…Could she teach me to live like that?" Seymour stroked her cheek gently, and furrowed his brows in thought. "Could she accept me as for what I am?"
If someone, just someone, would accept him, would care for him, he would not need to live alone. He would be content.
"But power makes You content! If you were to rule, they would remember you then when you are gone…who needs Her anyway? " The same cold voice whispered inside his head, and Seymour had heard that voice countless of times before. It spoke to him for the first time, as he had killed his father to gain power over the Guado, and it spoke to him the moments before he met Yuna and her guardians inside Sin.
But what of the High Summoner? Seymour had noticed how her gaze lingered on him longer than it was necessary, her eyes spoke of warm feelings toward him as he met her eyes, and what was worse, he didn't even seem to mind it! A part of him wanted her to trust him and to share his feelings with her. The other part of Seymour wanted to bang his head hard against the sturdy stone wall, to punish him for such thoughts. He could not be weak. He simply could not afford to be weak.
"Oh? And look where it lead you! Face it; you've lost it once already. Is it vice to challenge your fate for the second time? You have been just granted for a second shot in your life. Use the opportunity well." He thought and looked at her rosy lips. Oh, what he would do to kiss them…
"See? She understands you, I think. It is all right to feel for someone…not everyone will deceive and hurt you. Go on…try it." A voice, persistently growing louder, whispered to his mind's ear.
"No." Another, so very strong, cold and merciless voice claimed.
"No?" The previous voice asked.
" That woman should not get involved. You know what happens if she does. Caring for others are for weak. You are not weak." The cold voice replied to the other part of Seymour's conscience, and it seemed that the humane side gradually lost the battle of the wills. Needless to say, Seymour was quite confused by his own thoughts.
Never was known what kind of battles people fought against their own thoughts at eight in the morning in their beds….
"It's quite the shame…" A voice spoke to him.
Seymour was so deep in his thoughts, that he didn't notice Yuna, who had opened her eyes and was now staring right in to his eyes.
"…I kind of liked your hair, you wouldn't have to cut it." Yuna continued with a faint smile playing on her lips. "Oh? Good morning to you too." Seymour whispered with an identical smile, and got up to sit. "I guess we have to go…are you ready?" He asked her, and Yuna didn't notice certain sadness in his tone. She nodded, and got up to dress herself.
"Hey, what do you think we should do after we have met that man in Bevelle?" Yuna asked abruptly, and Seymour turned to look at her as he put on his shirt.
"I think…I think that we could figure out something…I mean, it is quite hard for me to go back to Guadosalam, given…the recent events." Seymour answered, but the voice inside his mind kept whispering to him completely different words.
"Yes, figure out something indeed. I'll go and get the power back to my control, and the Inquisitors may imprison you or kill you. What do I care?" Seymour thought grimly, and didn't notice how Yuna walked slowly to him, until she was close enough to touch him.
She took his hand into her own, gave it a gentle squeeze, as she spoke again.
"I have to thank you, again. You have helped me to find my lost friend, and you do not seem to be even furious with me…for what happened inside Sin at that night…you are a good friend, and I was a fool to think otherwise." Yuna smiled at him, and let go of his hand.
"W-What? You are serious about this?" Seymour could only gape at her sincerity.
"Well…Sin is not anymore, the cycle has ceased, and people seem relatively happy. You don't have to "save" anyone anymore, because they are not unhappy anymore, so I forgive you.
…Although that "Lord" has been creating havoc and this useless hatred among the people…we should do something about it." Yuna said, and furrowed her brows in thought.
"Hey, Yuna, do you do this often? Forgive your mortal enemy?" Seymour asked in confusion, and with a slight tone of amusement.
"Why, only if your former mortal enemy has saved you twice from an pressing trouble, and you have shared your bed with him." Yuna answered, and a wide smile brightened her face in an instant.
"Oh, I see…" Seymour smiled at her, but he was frozen inside.
He would have to continue along the plan, but it was increasingly difficult to do it as her smile lightened his dark world, but Seymour knew, that he would have to let go of her in the end. And it would hurt.
Loud banging on the door brought him back to the real world. He opened the door, just after he had managed to dress himself fully. Two tall men dressed in black cloaks and red belts were standing just before him.
The other Inquisitor forced himself to the room past Seymour, and Yuna gasped from surprise and fear for the soldier.
"The time has come. We are to take you in custody. The Lord insists it." The other soldier, who was facing Seymour, spoke with such authority, that even Seymour, who was a former Maester, had difficulties to object.
"Seymour…what is that man talking about?" Yuna asked worriedly, and glanced the other soldier, who was now grabbing tightly her right arm. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" Yuna almost shrieked in panic, as the man started to drag her toward the door.
"There's no need for such roughness. We shall come quietly." Seymour stated, and ignored Yuna´s question.
"Good. For you know what happens, if you don't." The Inquisitor stated with low voice, which was full of threats.
The soldiers started leading them out of the Inn. In front of the house was waiting two carriages, pulled by many chocobos…and just next to the entrance stood Karis looking very smug.
Yuna was silent; she could not believe this was happening. Seymour, as always, was calm and composed, as if nothing could harm neither of them. Karis had a sickening little smile glued to his lips, and Yuna was ready to shake like a leaf.
One of the soldiers came to them carrying iron shackles. At the sight of this, Seymour switched his weight from foot to foot nervously. "Why those?" He asked, and nodded to the shackles.
"Oh, don't you worry about these. These are for her." The Inquisitor stated, and Yuna glanced him in horror. "Why me? Am I the only one who will be treated like a prisoner?!" She was starting to get a bad feeling about the whole situation. Very swiftly one of the Inquisitors grabbed her wrists, and captured them with heavy iron shackles.
The soldiers remain quiet as they dragged her to the carriage violently, although Yuna didn't put up a fight, they still treated her like she was an oversized rag doll.
"Wait! Don't take her away, let her stay with me!" Seymour pleaded, and the soldiers stopped on their tracks, and glanced at the half-Guado man suspiciously.
Yuna took her chance, and rushed back to Seymour.
As she seemed to be relatively alone in this pressing situation, except for Seymour, who seemed to be the only one to be her side, she did something, what she never thought of doing before.
She ran to him, so close that she could hear his heart beat rapidly.
"Hold me." Was the only sentence she whispered against his chest.
Seymour had wanted to hear these words, and he didn't want anything bad happen to her. He wanted her to be safe. He wanted her to be…with him.
This was now a collision between His dream, and his wishes. No, Her wishes.
Seymour wrapped his arms around her with hesitation. He breathed in her lovely scent, and pressed her gently closer to his own body. "It will be alright. We will see each other very soon, do you understand?" Seymour's voice was shaky for the first time in years, because he knew that the words were the most utmost false. And for the firs time, he felt…bad, when he lied to her.
Seymour lifted her chin, and as he knew that this would happen sooner or later, he still felt so empty, as he saw her face.
Yuna´s cheeks were stained with silvery tears, and her eyes were so pleading and frightened, that Seymour felt like going insane for the thought for what would happen to her. He wanted to, needed to, confess his thoughts for her. In that way, she would know more; to not to be afraid of the coming pain. As his…last favour for her.
Most likely Seymour would not see Yuna after this.
This was his last moment to speak to her, and he opened his mouth to whisper those forbidden words to her. Yuna looked into his eyes, but their contact was violently broken, when a soldier tore them apart from each other's embrace.
"Seymour!" Yuna cried as the Inquisitors pushed her inside the carriage, and slammed the door tightly shut, and Seymour felt like dying. He had just written her death-sentence.
"Maester Seymour? This way, Sir. Your carriage is waiting." The same Inquisitor now addressed him with voice much more polite than he was speaking to Yuna.
Seymour turned to face him and without a word he rose in to his carriage.
"This is it. There's no turning back after this. You knew you couldn't have them both, so the girl had to be used. Again.
You should be happy now. You are going to have everything. She was only a minor restrainer for your goal, after all." The familiar voice whispered to him, but somehow, Seymour didn't feel any better from it.
In the same time, a pressuring silence was upon in the cabin, where Yuna was forced to sit. To her dismay, Karis came to the same cabin soon after she was stuffed there like an unneeded, pathetic plaything.
"Aaah, finally alone. Delightful." Karis drawled, and went to sit to the seat, which was directly opposite from Yuna´s. As the cabin was very small, Yuna glanced at Karis´ knees, which were brushing against hers repeatedly, as the carriage continued it's rocky way to Bevelle. Karis noticed this, but did nothing.
He only lifted his gaze to meet hers, and a smug smirk crept to his face.
"So it was you after all, who sold us out…I was a fool for not trusting Seymour's words about you. I should have known better." Yuna stated bitterly, frowning with frustration. Karis´ smile grew wider, and he leaned closer to her.
"I wouldn't worry about that, dear… where was I? Oh, yes. It is such a pity, that you didn't sleep with me that other night…we could have had some fun!" He smiled a smirk, which sends shivers down Yuna´s back.
"…What is going to happen to me and Seymour?" Yuna asked, keeping her cool voice steady, although it was difficult…and being alone in a small cabin with a sick-minded man didn't help the matter much.
"Oh, Seymour will be just okay, although I don't understand why should you be worried about that cross-breed. He and the Lord had a little…agreement, so to speak.
But I couldn't say the same thing about you, because I simply don't know why He wanted you to His presence." Karis said with carefree tone, and Yuna felt her lungs struggle for fresh air.
"…Agreement?" Yuna gasped and glanced at Karis, who had a mocking and meaningful smirk on his lips.
"He wouldn't…He couldn't…not now! After all this…" She felt tears burning behind her closed lids, and she bit hard her lower lip to restrain her needs to scream out her misery.
"You are so naïve! Well, that's just something what makes you more tempting, I suppose…" Karis continued, not caring about Yuna´s obvious discomfort.
"I don't believe you! You're lying…!" She suddenly yelled, and Karis startled from his feverish stare. He met a pair of eyes, beautiful in their anger.
His smirk only widened, as he cocked his head to the side.
"Did you really think, that he would have suddenly just turn good? That he would just throw all his obsessions to the wind for YOU? Oh yes…" He continued as he saw Yuna´s terrified face, "…I know everything about him, and his insane plans to "save" Spira by destroying it. And Lord knows this too." He drawled, and looked at Yuna with interest.
"The only question is now left…what will happen to you?" He asked, although it was clear by his carefree tone of voice, that he cared less for the summoner´s well being.
"How could I have been so stupid? I should have known about this sooner. No, the man is lying…I don't have any need to believe his lies. I'll ask Seymour himself about this later, when I see him. If I see him…"
A/N: huh…went a little bit too fluffy, don't you think? Oh well…
Oh, people have been asking about Seymour's height. So, 187 cm is about 6 ft and 1.5 inches…I forgot this, as we Europeans use metres and centimetres.
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Disclaimer: go see earlier chappies…