Ok Sea Monkeys! Here we go! Another adventure in Underground! We're nearing the end! I know, it's sad, but it happens. Gee, let's see what Rikku and Damon are up to today!
I do not own FF X-2 or any characters therein. I just use them. If I owned FF X-2, I'd be rich enough to pay someone else to type this up, cause I have a notebook full of this story and it's a pain to type it all out.
I very reluctantly un-bent myself from the fetal position I'd curled into. It hurt to move. All of me was sore, and bleeding and bruised. I bet all the black and blue marks made for great camouflage. Too bad I can't patent it. I'd make a killing off of it. "Get your fake bruises here! Blend in with the shadows, play invisible pedestrian with your friends!" Red is supposed to turn gray fastest, so I'd better put that in the kit too.
And we're stumbling, we're stumbling…no more walking. Or even a shuffle. Not a hint of a plod. My feet were like concrete blocks, heavy and well, heavy. My sword was heavy too, but there was no way I'd be weaponless in this place. Even if I can't use it against anything, it still makes me feel better to hold it in my hand. A security blanket. With sharp edges and a pointy tip. Watch out kids! You'll poke your eye out with that thing! Not to mention cutting off an appendage or two.
My poor sword. I kept on dragging it along after me. Good thing it doesn't get dull. A fat lot of good an un-sharp sword will do me. At least a sharp one has uses, like hacking at fiends and cutting up veggies for dinner. Although a dull sword could be used as a screwdriver in a pinch…huh. I'll have to remember that. Butter knives make good screwdrivers. And hammers.
'Sigh'
Damon turned around to look at me as I sighed. He cocked (Minds out of gutters, AGAIN! Pervs…) to the side. He turned back to the road he was going down after twitching two of his tails. Damon didn't seem to be bothered by that wretched wind. He didn't even shake his little head while it threatened to topple me over! What kind of creature could NOT feel that wind? I already knew that Damon was special. No, not short bus special, just special. It's not every day you see a multi-tailed turquoise fox that can emit red light and make the world stop shaking.
I wished he would stop the wind. I felt numbed by it, inside and out. Only good thing I guess is that as I got more and more numb I felt the wind less. Maybe it was just wearing me down so that I can become part of it, or so that it doesn't have to move to keep up with me. Anyway, it was muffled now. Which is a good thing. I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want to hear wind ever again. Or feel it. No more trips to Gagazet for Rikku. I wonder if I could stuff my ears with something, so that I don't hear it that well. Don't wonder too far, Rikku, you might get lost…
Yes its lame, but I love that joke. I've heard it a hundred thousand times, and I still laugh at it. All that came out was a brief chuckle, but it was significant. (HA bet you thought I didn't know big words, didn't you?)
Why you ask? I'll tell you.
The wind flinched away from the sound.
Wind doesn't like laughing? Maybe cause it was such a happy sound…the wind isn't a happy thing, so that might just be why. Not that I had the energy to laugh. It was all tied up in shuffling along after Damon. A little twitter every now and then might be in order. Laughter is supposed to keep you healthy, isn't it? Seeing as I was in pretty poor shape, I'd need barrels of and then a few buckets of laughter. Maybe even a few ice cream scoops.
Ice cream…that's what I'd have for my last meal, if I had the chance to have a last meal. Chocolate, with caramel sauce, and cherries and whipped cream and some multi-colored sprinkles. No jelly beans though. They don't mix well with anything but Tutti-Frutti. And I don't like Tutti-Frutti, so no jelly beans. Pity.
I bet Damon likes jelly beans. He looks like a future addict to me. I'll give him some, if we ever get out of there. BIG if. 'Don't be so pessimistic' you say? I don't see any kind of sliver lining here. No happy ending. Sometimes the hero dies, you know? The only ones you hear about are the ones that escaped. Not too many of them, if you think about it. Most just die in obscurity. A sacrifice to save something or someone. Or they get the heroic deed done, but get caught by the bad guys and get tortured to death.
I'd rather live, if it's all the same to you. I'm no hero. Yunie's a hero. I like living too much to sacrifice myself. Selfish of me, isn't it? I never said I was un-selfish. I got mad at the Something for ruining my jelly beans because I was going to eat them in front of Brother and not let him have any. I don't like to share my goodies.
I felt a furry feeling on my ankle, and it made me jump in surprise. Of course that hurt, but I bit my lip to hold back the tears. Damon had stopped in front of a huge plaza. Just the plaza alone would be bigger than Luca! The remnants of buildings were spectacular. Some of the windows had filigree stone work in them. That kind of craftsmanship is unheard of in stone. Metal, sure. But not stone. Speaking of stone, the paving stones on the floor (the intact ones, anyway) fit perfectly together. I doubt even a sheet of paper would slide into the cracks. They were huge too. At least twice my height. And there was a design on all of them. They almost looked like marble, but it was too smooth. The designs I mean. A bit too perfectly perfect. Nature made random swirls and kinks and lines. Not the perfectly laid out design and color of the stones. It was beautiful to look at.
That didn't make it any less weird though.
It took forever to get to the center of the plaza. I knew it was the center cause there was a humungous statue on an equally humongous stone pedestal. I had to crane my neck and step back several paces to see the whole thing. Yeah, it's that big. The pedestal was pretty simple. I was kinda surprised, seeing as everything else in the city was all extravagant and stuff. It was also the first place I saw any kind of writing. Not that I could read it.
What? It's not like anyone else in the world could read it! It's not enough that I read, write and speak two languages fluently? I have to understand some ancient language that no one has laid eyes on for thousands of years? I feel sorry for your kids, if that's an example of your expectations. I hope they run away and join the circus.
It's not like I didn't want to understand it. I stared at it, trying to decipher what the symbols meant. I even touched them. Learning by osmosis never worked for me. No matter how much I slept on my school books, I never got anything but the imprint of the cover on my face.
I bet the name of the city was somewhere in there. Maybe even the name of the man on top of the pedestal. I don't really think it's a man though. There's a not-quite-human-ness about him. I felt awed by the statue. The only thing that ever made me feel that way were the fayth. Its kinda creepy, like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar and I was going to get in trouble. I don't like it. Not that there was much to like about it. I can't think of anything other than Damon that I liked down here. This gods forsaken place was a total downer.
Damon was sitting down beside my feet, looking up just as I was. He didn't seem to dislike the statue. Then again, I haven't seen him dislike anything. Such a tolerant little thing. And so cute. I'm going to die of cuteness if I don't die from blood loss.
He twitched an ear, then set off again. I think I tried to groan in protest, but all I heard was a whimper. He twitched the other ear at me and kept on going. I whimpered again and moved my protesting legs and body after him. If I was a give up kind of person, I'd have dropped my sword right there and fallen down and waited for myself to starve to death. Or for that light to beat me into mush. I'd be a goner either way.
A bit short, but the rest of it would have been entirely too long to read at once. Better to chop it in half than have you die of reading, right? Lol. Hit the little 'GO!' button and review!