Hey everyone. I know I didn't put too much information into the first chapter but I think this chapter pretty much sums it up. This is my first Final fantasy fic so I hope the readers like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or any of its characters.

Yuna and Rikku made their entrance into the village. The laughter of children filled the air as they enjoyed such a beautiful day. Everybody was the happiest she'd ever seen them. For it was her that defeated sin. It was Yuna who brought the Eternal Calm and the people were thankful for that. But despite all the happiness, Yuna's mind was somewhere else.

Yuna gazed at Rikku as they kept their pace. It was funny how Rikku always knew what was bothering her. Throughout it all, Rikku had been like a sister to her. Rikku turned to Yuna, catching her stare, and flashed her a cheerful smile.

As Rikku's attention fell in front of her she came to a sudden halt, her expression now serious. Yuna also came to a halt and followed Rikku's gaze. There, a few feet ahead of her, stood a massive crowd of people. Yuna had no clue what was going on and by the look on Rikku's face, she didn't know either.

Without a word, Rikku grabbed Yuna by the wrist and pulled her toward the commotion. Rikku practically dragged her through the crowd, pushing pass many people.

"Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through!" she shouted, as she finally reached the center of the crowd. Yuna and Rikku stood amazed as they finally caught sight of the man standing in front of them.

"The Maester is back. Its a miracle," the people announced, not knowing that he was capable of doing many evil things.

Seymours eyes fell on Yuna, a smile spreading across his face.

"Yuna...what a pleasant surprise."

"I have nothing to say to you Seymour," Yuna declared, as she turned her back to him.

She couldn't believe he was in Besaid. After all that had happened, he still managed to come back and find her.

"Yuna, what happens in the past stays in the past. Don't fus over it now."

Yuna spun around, folding her arms in front of her.

"I am not fusing over the past," she began. "You do not belong here Seymour. Its best if you go back to wherever it is you came from."

Seymour moved closer to Yuna until he was at least a foot away. He gazed into her bi-colored eyes realizing the pure innocence she held. He placed his hand on her shoulder feeling her remarkably soft skin under his palm.

"Don't be ridiculous Yuna," he began. "The people love me."

She quickly pulled away, annoyed at his remark. Although she hated to believe it, he was right. The people did love him. But she couldn't have him around here. She couldn't stand to see his face.

"I refuse to let you barge into my life Seymour. For Yevon's sake, you nearly killed Tidus and the others," she said, regreting that she'd mentioned his name.

Seymour suddenly gazed at her, his eyes burning into hers.

"Ah yes, Tidus," Seymour began. "Oh, how that boy amuzes me."

Yuna stared at him. She couldn't believe it was all one big joke for him.

"What is it that you find so funny Seymour," Yuna demanded, feeling the blood boil under her skin.

"Well, I just thought you'd like to know that Tidus...is dead."

Yuna's heart skipped a beat. "Tidus. Dead. It can't be," she thought Seymour noticed the troubled expression on her face and deep down, he was relieved. Relieved that she believed every word of it. Relieved that Tidus would be out of the picture forever. Once again he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Yuna."

She looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. She pulled away from him once again

"Get out," she demanded, as she pointed to the only opening in the large fort. He stared into her eyes one last time before he made his decision.

"Very well."

Seymour turned and made his way out of the tent finally leaving her by herself.

She didn't believe it. She couldn't believe it, but deep down, for some strange reason, she believed everything Seymour had just said. She knew that she wouldn't sleep just thinking about it. But what she didn't know was that Tidus was right outside her tent, hidden in the shadows, listening to the lies that shot out of Seymours mouth.