Author: Tia-chan
Date: Dec. 13/05
A/N: My first FFX fic! I adore this game so much, and I just had to write about it. It might not be top-notch, and for that I'm sorry, but I've gotta write more to get their personalities down pat.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy, or Auron. But…I do own my Auron plushie. -holds close with a sigh- One day, Auron, one day.
Farplane
Weather-worn and beaten he sits. Leathered skin—bronzed, rough—sandals long-since forgotten on the rocky shore. Large, calloused hands, rest on covered knees, bandaged. Long arms, scarred by battle and tatooed with time—a timeline of his life.
A long braid of hair, tumbling down his back in a thin strand. Dry lips, only wettened by the kiss of cold seawater. Cold eyes, deepened by the sight of so much—death, love, hatred, rebirth, life.
Sunglasses dangle from the side of his mouth, a broken lens in one side. His long red coat abandoned on the rock by his side.
The sea lapped against his uncovered feet, and he had the brief notion that she wasn't coming for him. To take him back where he belonged, now that his task was done. But she wouldn't forget. He sort of wished she would.
The blue sky loomed over the world of his like a blanket, so happy and bright to have caught the sun in his web. Maybe he did belong.
As embarassed as he was to admit it, the group of foolish children had become his family.
A slender hand, white as ocean foam, came to rest on his shoulder. "Auron," her sweet voice sang, soft as the breeze against his ear. His head turned only slightly to her, dark eyes troubled. "It's time to come home…"
"You owe me a favor." he intoned boredly. She frowned forgetfully, almost annoyingly.
"And?" she asked. "You still have to come back. Tell me what you wish for after the ceremony."
Her blond hair wisped against her shoulder, blue eyes sky-like. Without an answer from the stoic man she sighed and gently sat down. "I thought you were so a rational choice, too."
"Everyone has to be irrational once in their life. My time just happened to be today." he answered. He knew it was the wrong thing to do, but he kept picturing their faces. Tidus and him gone in the same day, same time: just disappeared.
The smart, collected, unfeeling side of Auron was telling him that he was being stupid, and that all that talk that he spewed to the group was crap. But the thing was: it, indeed, was crap. You're going to want to live when you die.
Even he, who said there was a time for everyone to die, knew that if there was a chance to keep living, he would snatch it quicker than he was capable.
"Alright." she grit out, with a small sigh of annoyance. "But you'll have to work your way up again when you die. Don't expect the warmest of welcomes." But he knew she was sad to have him leave her again.
"They need me more than you, Aura." she sighed and held him tightly.
"I'll miss you, we all will. I suppose we'll have to find someone knowing for your position…" a smile. "Braska will miss your speculation." she rubbed the corner of her eye with a knuckle, and drew away, trying not to look distraught over the loss.
"I know." she smiled and touched the top of his head as she dissolved away into a small light form and drifted up into the blue sky.
He stood, knowing he was alive, and with the long red coat over his shoulder, he set off to find his family.
End