A lovely Final Fantasy X tale
From Isaaru's point of view!
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy X, or any of the characters from it. I don't even want to. Though, I'd love to own Squall from FFVIII...In any case, this one disclaimer shall suffice for the entire story, for writing one for every chapter enrages me greatly. Thank you.
A/N: From what we've seen of Isaaru, especially in FFX-2, he is a psychopath. Therefore, that is how he will be portrayed in this story. He may seem somewhat...more out of character than he should sometimes, though, so if there's any big Isaaru fans out there, I apologize if I have offended you. This inspiration for this story sprouts from an inside joke between a friend of mine and I. Also, this story won't be completely based on what happened in FFX, like it is being portrayed by this chapter. Sure, that's the basic storyline, but I'll be adding a thing or two of my own as well.
Episode I
The Djose Temple looked ugly. That's what first came to my mind as we approached it. What a stupid looking excuse for a temple of Yev-- But suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the rock around the temple dispatching itself. It started to float around the temple, electrified. I felt mystified even for an instant.
"What caused that, I wonder?" I asked, looking to my wiser younger brother, Maroda.
"Uh, probably the presence of a summoner." He responded.
Pacce leaped around crazily in excitement, and I felt the need to dispatch one of his legs. Being the kind person I am, however, I did not.
We entered the temple, and I felt a sense of fear. I hated these temples of Yevon. They were always filled with weird people who tell me to trust in Yevon. ...Or, something. I don't remember why I passed my summoner training in the first place...I think they were just in desperate nee of summoners. Either that or they wanted me out of the village. Pfft. But, mwahaha, I brought the Pacce they adore so dearly much to their dismay. He will die on this journey, and I, Isaaru, shall live!
Anyways, we got into the cloister of trials, and the first thing that popped to my mind was, Electricity! Everywhere! Suddenly, that gap people always have in them when they're longing for something more in life was filled! I realized I could accidentally kill Pacce here! I began to whistle, and I pushed Pacce into a nearby wall when Maroda wasn't looking. You see, Maroda is the one who would always solve puzzles and do everything in the cloister. I respected him for that, so I decided I did indeed like him. Pacce, however...
As he hit the electrified wall, he turned to me, unharmed. "What did you do that for, Isaaru?"
"Do what?" Maroda asked, turning.
"Nothing, you silly little boy!" I responded, patting Pacce on the head. I made sure my eyes flashed with compassion towards the little thing I was touching that I despised. Though, when I thought about it, I had no real reason to hate Pacce. Oh well.
I thickened my plot to kill Pacce as Maroda moved swiftly through the trials. It never ceased to amaze me how someone as dumb looking and ugly as Maroda could so easily clear such difficult looking trials. I, being so utterly dashing and handsome in every respect, could never successfully clear any of them! I didn't understand how he could touch those spheres, either. They looked ...firey! They're probably injecting some fatal disease into him as he holds them. Never can you trust something that glows so eerily and brightly!
But, I figured it wouldn't kill him before he did all the trials for me, so I was content. But, I secretly wished Pacce would touch those spheres instead of Maroda.
In any case, by the time we had reached the Chamber of the Fayth, I felt despair at the fact my clever mind hadn't yet conjured up a plan to destroy Pacce.
Then I realized, with greater despair, that I now needed to go pray to the Fayth...thingys. I went in the thing, doorish thing, and sat down, cross legged in front of the Fayth thingy where it appears and you pray. The Fayth appeared, and I jumped like I usually do. Hate it when those stupid little floating hologram type thingys surprised me. It looked down at me and asked what was wrong. I shrugged it off, and starting praying...Fakely, of course. I don't think the Fayth know the difference, since they're too hologramy to actually hear my prayers. While pretending to pray, I decided to try to conjure a different plan to murder Pacce.
After a little bit, the Fayth gave me the aeon, Ixion. I thanked it, bowed and stuff, then ran out to rejoin my brothers.
As Pacce, Maroda and I exited the clositer, I felt an eerie presence. I looked to see a young summoner, and the look of surprise on her face disturbed me greatly. I thought that maybe I should kill her so I can beat Sin, but she looked nice enough. Although, she didn't say anything to me, so I didn't say anything to her, and I walked right past her. Maroda and Pacce stayed behind to talk to them, and I was ticked, so I turned around and kicked Maroda. Maroda yelped, and I simply pointed behind myself, as to blame someone else. Of course there would be a person there. Weird people are everywhere in these temples. To my dismay, all that stood behind me was a very disturbing statue of High Summoner Braska. Maroda looked at me like I was crazy, and I told him there were eerie goings-on, still not wishing to admit the fact I had kicked him.
Anyways, the young summoner did a weird Yevon bow thing to me, and I fought the urge to smack her. Instead, I asked her name. She gave me a weird look, then told me Yuna. Pacce then looked up at me and told me that Yuna had already told me her name. What the heck? I thought, then realized that she had, in fact, been speaking to me earlier, but I hadn't been listening. That's okay, though.
Yuna reached her hand out as if to shake mine, then suddenly, I claimed it was time for us to depart. I also told her that we should race to see who would beat Sin first. Of course, in my mind, I knew she'd never beat me. I am faaaar better than her. I scoffed at her guardians, lost in thought. Yuna tossed me a wondering look, and I shrugged, grabbing Maroda and leaving. Maroda smacked me over the head and reminded me that Pacce was still back there, admiring Summoner Yuna. He told me I should call to him. Reluctantly, and annoyed, I turned around and called, "Pacce! We're leaving!" Pacce spun on his heels and came to join us.
I never did like that little kid. I don't know why Maroda insisted on bringing him along. It's not like this dangerous quest was some brotherly get-together. I smiled to myself in satisfaction though, when I realized Pacce would more than likely be killed in battle.
A/N: Thank you for reading Episode I. I hope you enjoyed it. And please, no flaming if you love Pacce. I don't mind the kid myself, but seriously, Isaaru wanting to kill Pacce just makes sense in my mind! 'Til Episode II.
Fire Illusionist, Chibi Sugar
From Isaaru's point of view!
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy X, or any of the characters from it. I don't even want to. Though, I'd love to own Squall from FFVIII...In any case, this one disclaimer shall suffice for the entire story, for writing one for every chapter enrages me greatly. Thank you.
A/N: From what we've seen of Isaaru, especially in FFX-2, he is a psychopath. Therefore, that is how he will be portrayed in this story. He may seem somewhat...more out of character than he should sometimes, though, so if there's any big Isaaru fans out there, I apologize if I have offended you. This inspiration for this story sprouts from an inside joke between a friend of mine and I. Also, this story won't be completely based on what happened in FFX, like it is being portrayed by this chapter. Sure, that's the basic storyline, but I'll be adding a thing or two of my own as well.
Episode I
The Djose Temple looked ugly. That's what first came to my mind as we approached it. What a stupid looking excuse for a temple of Yev-- But suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the rock around the temple dispatching itself. It started to float around the temple, electrified. I felt mystified even for an instant.
"What caused that, I wonder?" I asked, looking to my wiser younger brother, Maroda.
"Uh, probably the presence of a summoner." He responded.
Pacce leaped around crazily in excitement, and I felt the need to dispatch one of his legs. Being the kind person I am, however, I did not.
We entered the temple, and I felt a sense of fear. I hated these temples of Yevon. They were always filled with weird people who tell me to trust in Yevon. ...Or, something. I don't remember why I passed my summoner training in the first place...I think they were just in desperate nee of summoners. Either that or they wanted me out of the village. Pfft. But, mwahaha, I brought the Pacce they adore so dearly much to their dismay. He will die on this journey, and I, Isaaru, shall live!
Anyways, we got into the cloister of trials, and the first thing that popped to my mind was, Electricity! Everywhere! Suddenly, that gap people always have in them when they're longing for something more in life was filled! I realized I could accidentally kill Pacce here! I began to whistle, and I pushed Pacce into a nearby wall when Maroda wasn't looking. You see, Maroda is the one who would always solve puzzles and do everything in the cloister. I respected him for that, so I decided I did indeed like him. Pacce, however...
As he hit the electrified wall, he turned to me, unharmed. "What did you do that for, Isaaru?"
"Do what?" Maroda asked, turning.
"Nothing, you silly little boy!" I responded, patting Pacce on the head. I made sure my eyes flashed with compassion towards the little thing I was touching that I despised. Though, when I thought about it, I had no real reason to hate Pacce. Oh well.
I thickened my plot to kill Pacce as Maroda moved swiftly through the trials. It never ceased to amaze me how someone as dumb looking and ugly as Maroda could so easily clear such difficult looking trials. I, being so utterly dashing and handsome in every respect, could never successfully clear any of them! I didn't understand how he could touch those spheres, either. They looked ...firey! They're probably injecting some fatal disease into him as he holds them. Never can you trust something that glows so eerily and brightly!
But, I figured it wouldn't kill him before he did all the trials for me, so I was content. But, I secretly wished Pacce would touch those spheres instead of Maroda.
In any case, by the time we had reached the Chamber of the Fayth, I felt despair at the fact my clever mind hadn't yet conjured up a plan to destroy Pacce.
Then I realized, with greater despair, that I now needed to go pray to the Fayth...thingys. I went in the thing, doorish thing, and sat down, cross legged in front of the Fayth thingy where it appears and you pray. The Fayth appeared, and I jumped like I usually do. Hate it when those stupid little floating hologram type thingys surprised me. It looked down at me and asked what was wrong. I shrugged it off, and starting praying...Fakely, of course. I don't think the Fayth know the difference, since they're too hologramy to actually hear my prayers. While pretending to pray, I decided to try to conjure a different plan to murder Pacce.
After a little bit, the Fayth gave me the aeon, Ixion. I thanked it, bowed and stuff, then ran out to rejoin my brothers.
As Pacce, Maroda and I exited the clositer, I felt an eerie presence. I looked to see a young summoner, and the look of surprise on her face disturbed me greatly. I thought that maybe I should kill her so I can beat Sin, but she looked nice enough. Although, she didn't say anything to me, so I didn't say anything to her, and I walked right past her. Maroda and Pacce stayed behind to talk to them, and I was ticked, so I turned around and kicked Maroda. Maroda yelped, and I simply pointed behind myself, as to blame someone else. Of course there would be a person there. Weird people are everywhere in these temples. To my dismay, all that stood behind me was a very disturbing statue of High Summoner Braska. Maroda looked at me like I was crazy, and I told him there were eerie goings-on, still not wishing to admit the fact I had kicked him.
Anyways, the young summoner did a weird Yevon bow thing to me, and I fought the urge to smack her. Instead, I asked her name. She gave me a weird look, then told me Yuna. Pacce then looked up at me and told me that Yuna had already told me her name. What the heck? I thought, then realized that she had, in fact, been speaking to me earlier, but I hadn't been listening. That's okay, though.
Yuna reached her hand out as if to shake mine, then suddenly, I claimed it was time for us to depart. I also told her that we should race to see who would beat Sin first. Of course, in my mind, I knew she'd never beat me. I am faaaar better than her. I scoffed at her guardians, lost in thought. Yuna tossed me a wondering look, and I shrugged, grabbing Maroda and leaving. Maroda smacked me over the head and reminded me that Pacce was still back there, admiring Summoner Yuna. He told me I should call to him. Reluctantly, and annoyed, I turned around and called, "Pacce! We're leaving!" Pacce spun on his heels and came to join us.
I never did like that little kid. I don't know why Maroda insisted on bringing him along. It's not like this dangerous quest was some brotherly get-together. I smiled to myself in satisfaction though, when I realized Pacce would more than likely be killed in battle.
A/N: Thank you for reading Episode I. I hope you enjoyed it. And please, no flaming if you love Pacce. I don't mind the kid myself, but seriously, Isaaru wanting to kill Pacce just makes sense in my mind! 'Til Episode II.
Fire Illusionist, Chibi Sugar