red moon over me
Traitor!
He could see his own reflection on the blade that rested on his lap. Silver hair and brown eyes and tan skin and the noble avatar of Yevonite power etched on the cold steel. He could see the same lips and nose and face as he remembered them from years ago.
Could see eyes that had aged and clouded and become blind.
His focus shifted, and he traced the sharp lines and grain of the sleek steel with his eyes and saw in his mind blood crusting its edge and blood rolling down the surface and staining his fingers crimson. He saw their faces looking back at him; bloodied and hurt and betrayed. He saw them laughing together without him.
While his eyes stayed fixed on the steel mirror on his lap, his mind looked away and tried to remember the evenings under the silver moon on the gently rocking boat. Tried to remember the shared dreams and the talks and the laughter and the way it all made him feel. Tried to remember their smiling faces and his own.
Placed his fingers on the edge of that blade, he slit his skin open. Blood crept out of that tiny section of sliced flesh in a swelling droplet. He watched it grow and slide lazily down the calloused surface of his skin, rolling morbidly along until he rubbed his fingers together.
His lungs were full of the rusty scent, his mouth full to overflowing of its salty, bitter taste, his nerves sparking as the wet, sticky liquid began to dry and crust on his skin, his heart slowing as life ebbed out of his blood-stained eyes. He collapsed into himself and retreated into somewhere anyone else couldn't reach.
He licked the blood off his fingers and talked and laughed to himself on a sinking boat under a blood-red moon.
You betrayed us.
I guess this one is a little odd.
Basically the whole fic is about Baralai, Paine, Nooj, and Gippal's feelings about the Crimson Squad and the way it just crumbled and fell apart.
Baralai feels like a traitor... that's what I think he might have thought. Or maybe that's Nooj. Oh well. >.
I don't own FFX-2, sadly.. :(