The Day I Died.


Chapter 10. The broken worlds within.

Time passed in the great hall, where Serian Honoré, the present Lord, now was alone.

He watched as the last rays of daylight disappeared from sight and the huge, beautifully decorated room now fell gradually more deeper into darkness. He sat down, exactly beneath a painting of his noble Lady, His mistress, and many heavy thoughts dwelled inside of him, only waiting a liberating release.

Serian snorted at his moods. He soon realized, how the darkening room perfectly resembled his mental state. So Seymour, the Half-Breed, is plotting something?

Serian knew very well, what that freak was after...what he wanted.

Serian had no idea, that Seymour was able to come back from the Farplane, and frankly, he could not care less. The only believable fact was that Seymour was after His place as a ruler for Spira. There could be no other explanations for his return from the dead. Seymour Guado, the ex-Maester without power was like a fish out of water.

Serian Honoré smiled at this mental image, but soon his features darkened.

...what he wanted.

Serian was not a foolish man. No, far from it. He saw as Seymour tried to comfort Yuna, the little witch, when Serian punished her, and he heard what his spy, Karis, whispered to his ear about Seymour and the Summoner.

Oh yes, he could count one plus one. But he was surprised, nevertheless.

How on Spira that Mudblood was able to think of her like that? Once again, Serian snorted and gave a dark glance to the fading flames in the enormous fireplace. If Seymour wanted to overthrow him, a love affair would complicate his efforts to gain power once more...and Serian, like Seymour, was able to create cunning plots.

Only he, Serian Honoré, the son of his great father, was to rule.

Anyone to oppose him were to disappear, naturally. That would teach that Half- Guado his lesson. Serian and his Lady would reign together, forever! This burning feeling inside of him grew stronger, as he thought about his mistress, Laetitia. There would be nothing he would not do for Her. He and She would stand together, guiding their people...and not one Mudblood would be in that utopia to annoy them. And so, with the complete destruction of those clay-figures, who were bearing only the appearance of people, His son´s sacrifice would be redeemed.

His endless love for his dead son and for his wife, who he adored more than anyone or anything else, guided Serian towards this utopia. And maybe, when enough people had died, maybe even Serian would attain his own salvation.

Yuna sat in her bed still, long after Seymour had left, and this unfamiliar, empty feeling in her heart overcame her as she observed the darkness outside of her window.

Seymour had to leave, naturally. It would not have looked good, if someone would find them together in the morning, the former Maester, and a cross-breed Summoner.

But now, after everything they had encountered, Yuna was confident enough to admit one thing. She loved her former enemy. It all happened so sudden, like a lightning from the clear blue sky, and not one living creature could explain how or why it had happened.

She didn´t even notice as warm tears poured down from her face to her arms, which were resting on her lap. The young woman was confused, when no-one told her what to do, or whom to trust. No one...but what of her friends? Where were Lulu, Wakka, Rikku and the others? The answer dawned on her, but immediately her brows creased slightly. Would they believe her? Of course! She had her colourful spheres, and they were more than enough to convince them. If she could just convince Laetitia to meet her friends and give the spheres to them as a proof of her sincerity.

Her face brightened, and she crept to the door. After a moment´s of fumbling with the lock, she stepped silently out of her decorated prison like a cat, and headed straight to the direction where she thought the Master and Mistress would spent their free-time.

Yuna was not the only one who could not sleep at that night. For Seymour, sleeping had been always something to avoid, until you could not escape your dreams any longer. But he felt more awake now than ever before-- he stood in front of his window and observed in silence, as the first drops of rain hit against the cold glass.

The cold glass...his heart was like that. At least, it should have been like that. But...it wasn´t, not anymore.

It would be so much easier to let his fate carry him, not to care about anything or anyone else. He had hardened his heart, because if he was vulnerable, other people would hurt him. They always did.

But just like those tiny raindrops hit the glass, something was trying to reach his cold heart, and Seymour was now tore in two. Would he seek his fate from power and live alone for the rest of his life, or would he dare to reveal something from his heart to her in such way, that she would survive?

Not knowing what to do, he pressed his head to the cold glass, and shut his eyes.

A knock on the door startled him from his trance, and he walked to the door.

Excepting the stranger to be Serian, Seymour made his poker face, took a deep breath, and opened the door. But for his surprise, there wasn´t Lord, or a man of any kind.

Only a slightly pale woman. She stared at him with wide eyes, and muttered something so quietly, that Seymour had to bend down a little to hear her. "Can I come in?" were the only words Seymour could hear, and he moved away from the doorway to let her in. As the woman seemed to be in distress, he decided to find out what was troubling her.

She closed the door behind her carefully, and eyed him with expression Seymour had never seen before. He had completely forgotten his poker-face, and he stared at the woman with wide lilac eyes. The woman could have been Yuna´s sister!

She brushed her chocolate brown strands of hair away from her blue eyes, and her small lips were pressed into thin line. After a moment of silence, she finally decided to speak. "So it´s true...You are Jyscal Guado´s son." The woman stated, with blank voice, and face completely expressionless.

Seymour only nodded, and let his eyes rest on Laetitia´s image. She slowly walked closer to him, and her eyes possessed the most unfamiliar flames dancing restlessly.

Laetitia spoke once again. "So, tell me..."

A small pause, as she took a step closer to him, never breaking their eye-contact.

"...do you get some kind of pleasure ..."

Another step. The woman was now right in front of him, and Seymour found himself mesmerized by her stare, which was full of fierce emotion, but Seymour didn´t know why this woman acted like she knew him. Frankly, he had never seen her before, and this woman´s appearance was quite familiar, yet so strange.

Seymour could feel her hot, fastened breath, as she was now standing very close of him. After a small pause, the woman continued.

"...of taking other people´s lives?"

Seymour blinked, and he was able to feel the cold steel of her dagger, which was coincidentally pressed to his throat. He let out a small, frightened gasp and he stared right in front him, as Laetitia was much shorter than he was. "...Don´t think I wouldn´t do it. If you move an inch, these walls will experience a whole new concept of "decoration with colours". I know you are still alive...and I also know that you are not so very keen of dying for the second time." Her tone was harsh, and full of frenzied passion, as she spoke. But as Seymour looked in to her eyes, he saw something more. He saw justified rage.

He merely nodded, and in deep depths of his heart, he could feel a new feeling, the immense fear of losing his own life. And for the first time of his life, he did not want to die. Ignorant of Seymour´s feelings, the woman continued. "You and your kin know nothing of my and my husband´s misery...but still it was your father, who decided to rip our happiness to pieces....Not to mention our son." Her voice started to lose it´s firmness, and the hand which was clenching the silver dagger like one´s life, was starting to tremble.

"I knew nothing of it." Was all that Seymour could say, as crippling fear started to paralyse him.

"Don´t you dare to lie to me! No...You knew everything. You were his son, after all....like a father, like a son." She hissed these blaming words close to his ear, but soon her voice faltered.

"My son never had the chance to reach his seventh year of age... what did my son do to your father to anger him so? And when he was asked of this, do you know what your father answered?"

Her lips lifted in to one small, tired and ironic smile, as she readied to answer to her own question.

"...For because what he was."With this, he sealed my son´s fate." Laetitia´s voice faltered, but her eyes were burning with hate for Jyscal and his half- breed offspring, and deep, endless love for her dead son.

Only one, lonely tear escaped from the corner of her eye, and Seymour could feel as small drip of crimson blood started to run down his throat. Laetitia gathered her previously firm tone once more, and the flames of hatred in her eyes were replaced with coldness of the desire to kill. And only one, brief look to her eyes told Seymour everything, when this same craving once possessed him, too. Seymour knew that this woman was to end his life.

"A-After all....After all, what a mother would not do for her child? And with this retribution, my son will finally find peace.

...And for because for what you are, your life is to end, too. "

Yuna ran. Every now and then, she hid herself from the restless eyes of guards, and her feet seemed to have a will of their own. Despite her fear of getting caught, she refused to go back to her room and play that everything would be okay, and she would be okay, too. But she knew better that that.

She had felt Serian´s hate for cross-breeds. No, it was not just hate. This frightening feeling she had encountered in her nightmares had turned to be more than hate long ago. It was beyond hatred...Yuna could feel that it was personal for him in some twisted way. And when the sun would set tomorrow, she would not be certainly okay, anymore.

She continued to ran to the Lord´s sleeping quarters and prayed that Serian was asleep.

In her feeble wish, Yuna hoped that she could talk to Laetitia about her friends. It was obvious that even Laetitia could not smuggle her and Seymour out of this dreadful place, but the wife of the Lord could reach Lulu and the others, and tell them everything.

Sensing that the entrance to Serian´s and Laetitia´s sleeping quarters was near, Yuna reduced her running to cautious sneaking. It was obvious, that the Inquisitors were confident enough to put their faith in the fact, than no one could be able to infiltrate the palace, so there were hardly any guards so close to their Lord.

Yuna stopped on her tracks, as she saw a heavy, wooden door. It had been decorated with such skill, that there were no doubt who slept behind this door.

She decided to try her luck with the doorknob, and she couldn´t believe how masterfully the important door was kept unlocked.

She silently crept to the room, but she hardly saw anything in the darkness.

The only thing she could see in the suffocating darkness was a big, royal bed in the center of the large room. Yuna closed the door behind her so quietly she was able to, and headed straight to the bed.

"Looking for something?" A cold voice echoed in the marble room, just behind her.

Her blood froze, as she realized that the bed, where Serian and Laetitia were supposed to be sleeping, was now empty.

Sphere-lights in the ceiling were now turned on, and she slowly turned, knowing who was standing behind her. "The guard who was doing his hourly check-up in your room found the bed you were sleeping empty." Man´s voice was disguised with false unconcern, but Yuna could hear the animosity in his voice seeping through the façade.

"And do you have any idea what that guard found?" Serian´s voice gave up on it´s efforts of ease, and his voice was now cold and demanding. Yuna couldn´d answer.

She was paralysed from fear, and she just stared at this tall man with eyes wide open.

"HE FOUND THIS." Was all that Serian hissed, and he showed her the small purple sphere in his hand. "Did you see it?" He now whispered, and his face was pale from anger or fear, Yuna could not tell from which one.

But she did know that a wrong answer would put her life in danger, so she was able to whisper only a small "no".

"Do not lie to your master! If you saw this sphere, you must have seen the others." He whispered back with dangerously low voice, and he clenched her upper arms tightly, and shoved her against the wall. "Where are the rest of the spheres?" Serian whispered in to her ear, and the hotness of his breath made Yuna shiver from fear and repulsion.

"I-- I don´t know. I haven´t seen them." She answered with submissive voice, and tried not look away from Serian´s cold lilac eyes.

Faster than a blink of an eye, his hand was on her throat.

"I told you already. No lies." His harsh voice woke her from her paralyse of fear and of lack of air, and Serian loosened his grip from her throat a little, to prevent her blacking-out.

"When that guard came to wake me up, I found out that Laetitia was not sleeping. I don´t know where she is...you look so much like her. So..." His voice was deceivingly low and silky. Yuna expected Serian´s eyes to be full of murderous rage, but she saw something different. Something far more different.

Serian was so close to her, that Yuna was almost able to feel as his lips brushed against hers as he spoke. His hands got more lower, and now rested on her hips. "I have arranged something for you tomorrow...I hope you like it. I know you do. I know what you want to ask..."what will happen to me after tomorrow?" Well...who am I to predict the future? You are a traitor of blood, after all. But then again...who knows? But don´t forget, that the Lord can be quite forgiving in some affairs, if you know what I mean..." Serian smirked, and his confident tone made Yuna want to run away immediately, but naturally, that was out of the question.

A knock on the door interrupted Serian, and he glanced at the door. Soon after, an Inquisitor strolled in, and he took off his mask to honour his master.

"My Lord...We have found the Mistress."

A/N: I am so very, deeply sorry to make you all wait! My school has just started, so I have been very busy...Aw, hell with it. I wasn´t busy, not really. I was so devilishly Lazy. And still am.; ) So, in the future, I predict that you are going to wait a "little" while to have updates in this fic.

I hope you like my fic. I really do. Cause I don´t.

I have started to hate for what this fic has become, as half of my fine ideas has not been used, and I would have loved to make those earlier chappies MUCH better and longer. Guess I´ll re-write them then...Hey, don´t forget to review! My mental health depends on those reviews..

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