Er…Just to let you guys know…

One:

The reason as to why I couldn't update was that I was in India, and I had no internet. Then I had to move house, where the computer was taken away, and there was STILL no internet.

Two:

This chapter is only Seymour. Mainly background stuff. I've tried to weave his sad, sad past into the large time gaps in the game. That's all I'll say. Yup.

Three:

There is some stuff here about Kimahri and Seymour (Note: That's Seymour, not Kane, as in the old one) that is WAY far out. Stuff which might make you go, "What the Hell? That's not possible!". Er…I have a weird imagination, which just pieces things together and tries to mush random events into the time gaps. Like fitting pieces into a jigsaw, except that they're all the same shape…and blank….

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"That isn't fair!' I stomped my foot on the ground. "This is meant to be my learning experience, I'm meant to be the one fighting!" Rai had, yet again, managed to strike down a Malboro with the greatest of ease. Kimahri chuckled.

"Kane, he is only trying to help. It was only a couple of times."

"A COUPLE OF TIMES? What about that Adamantoise, and before that, the Vertigo, and before THAT, Lacerta, and—"

"Oh boy…Here we go again…Is he always this whiny?" Kimahri shrugged.

"As a maester, I have never seen this kind of behavior from him. He was always so calm…"

"— that Detonater, you, that Rhyos, well, that was both of you, that—"

"I always imagined him to be somewhat taciturn…like my father supposedly was…"

"I wish he had been alive to that you could have known him…" Rai sighed.

"I…Know…all I have is…pictures…and…spheres…Nothing else"

I was startled, and shut my mouth. Rai's usually calm demeanor seemed to have broken down into some sort of depression.

Well this might not be good…This may make my life harder…Maybe if I asked?

"Rai?" The Man in question turned around. "What?"

"You Okay?" He shook his head.

"I'm fine"

Then why was he shaking his head? This is food for thought…

Suddenly my stomach rumbled.

Then I realised the horrible truth…

I hadn't eaten in over a day.

I was hungry…VERY hungry.

The others seemed to hear my rumbling stomach, too…But they mistook it for something else. Kimahri cocked his head to the side. "Did…you hear something?" Rai nodded.

"Sounded like a fiend…A big fiend. Better prepare your magic, Kane." I could almost feel the vein popping in my head.

Self Control…That's it, Kane…Self Control…And maybe stomach control…

"There it is again…" Rai looked around suspiciously, "Where is that fiend? Sounds like a real monster. How big do you think it is…Kane?"

Control. Breathe in, breathe out. That's it. Control.

I shrugged. "I…don't know…" Rai looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. "It's coming from straight under you. You had better move." I wasn't going to tell him that it was my stomach. Let the man figure it out for himself, thought I. I mean, honestly, how dumb can you get? Rai kept moving around me.

"What kind of evil is this?" He tapped the ground at certain intervals with his sword. Kimahri frowned. "It seems to be attracted to you. Move around." Still playing 'obedient servant', I started walking in circles. My growing frustration was getting the better of me, but I kept it under control.

"What the – I can't even feel it! What kind of monster is this? It's—"

"My stomach?" Both…man and….lion thing…looked confused.

"Wha—" I rolled my eyes.

"For your information, the noise was coming from me. Not under me. Which means that I. Am. Hungry."

"Why did you not tell us this before?" I shrugged, feeling strangely gleeful at the irritation on their faces.

"I thought you were smart to figure it out yourselves."

"We're not perfect."

"Really?" I said sarcastically.

"Do you want food or not?"

"Food would be lovely, thank you." I pointed in the direction of a column of smoke. "There was a rest place over there…we can stop for food there." With that said and done, I promptly marched off, and turn back. "Come on! Stop lagging about! Do you want me to drag you by the ears?"

"No…" I grinned and started off again. Rai rolled his eyes.

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"…Mother." Then he turned to Kimahri. "Is this a Guado trait, or does it come free of charge with being a Maester?"

"Actually, it is the first time I have ever seen it. Guado men are usually very emotionless. Calm. Professional. Except around the people they trust immensely. Then only do they let…a little something…slip." Rai quirked an eyebrow.

"Does this mean he trusts us immensely?" Kimahri shook his head.

"Not the old Seymour. Definitely not the old Seymour. The masters never trusted anything but themselves and their abilities. Strangely enough Maester Seymour was never part of that…group. Watching his mother die had a…strange effect on him. His range of trust…seemed to not exist."

"How do you know all of this?" Kimahri forced a grim smile.

"Before I was searching for Yuna…I was appointed as one of the guardians for their family….when I was just seventeen…he was a thirteen year old but then…I saw everything. I saw his mother. I saw how she left him…to protect him. I saw how he cried, struggled, begged…I saw the angst it caused him. I saw him darken. That was the last time I saw him…I remember it all…so clearly…"

"No! Mother, no! I don't want you to become a fayth!" the little boy cried, rubbing his sleeve furiously against his eyes. His mother shook her head.

"There is no other way." He looked at her, tears still burning in his eyes. She looked at him. "Use me and defeat Sin." He shook his head. He didn't want it to end. Not this way. Not like this. His mother kept speaking.

"Only then will the people accept you." He gritted his teeth. Clenched his fists. As though it would make it stop.

"I don't care about them!" No one mattered right now. Not his father, not the Guado, not anyone. All he cared about was his mother.

"I need you, Mother! No one else!" His mother looked at him sharply. At least, it was intended to be sharp. Instead it was a look, such a terrible gaze, of a person who had stood all the ages of Spira alone, who had seen every trouble of every corner of the world and could do nothing about it. Such was the gaze of Seymour's mother – a world weary stare.

"I don't...have much time left." Indeed, her voice was weakening with every breath she drew. He struggled to blink away tears. He must be strong…

Like his father…

But he wasn't his father.

He was just a little boy…

Kimahri sighed.

"You still remember, don't you?"

"Yes. Its…painful, somehow. It was too much for such an innocent child to go through. I remember the time that he began to…change…spent more time alone. Began to abuse himself, hurt himself. Began to fall from the light…"

"Seymour?" Jyscal was greeted with a fragile silence. To most, it may have been a threatening silence, but to him, it was part of his life. Childish, really.

"Seymour? Where are you, boy?" He called sharply, sweeping down the labyrinth corridor, leaving doors swinging gently in his wake. Jyscal did not like to show his emotions, especially when there were servants around, such as now. What would they think ,seeing Jyscal, the leader of the Guado, and a Maester, losing his temper over a little boy! What would they think? As irritated as he was with his son, he must control himself.

"Seymour! Do stop these childish games, please. I am in no mood." Still that echoing silence.

How rude.

He spotted a nearby maid tidying up and strode over to her.

"Mena, have you seen my son?" The young Guado girl shook her head.

"I'm sorry m'lord. Haven't heard a titter from him since lunch, poor boy. Perhaps he may be in the gardens?" The Gardens! Why didn't he think of that before? It was, after all, Seymour's favourite place. He nodded curtly.

"Thank you, Mena. I will do that." He was not an unkind man. "After tidying up, kindly inform Tromell that I would like to meet with him." But he did like using his authority.

"Yes sir." And with that, he swept off to the gardens.

"Guadosalam had gardens?"

"Oh, yes, vast gardens. Seymour loved to spend his time there, wallowing in the shadows of the roses and his own self pity.. Sometimes he would even wander away from Guadosalam altogether, past the thunder plains and into Macalania."

"That…would have been dangerous. How do you know all of this?" Kimahri looked at him. "You think that I only guarded Yuna?"

"You were Seymour's guardian?"

"Only when he was a child. I saw everything. I was the only one. This is why I never spoke often. It was always on my mind."

"It must be a huge change to see him this…childish." Kimahri seemed to be in thought

"A change…yes, a change, but a good change. Better this than a murderer with a taste for blood."

"Don't you mean, 'blood thirsty'?"

"Yes, I do."

"Oh, Yevon. You don't mean…"

"Yes. I do. He had a thirst for blood, one that could not be quenched. Everything we tried only seemed to drive him further."

"I can't believe it…I mean, I knew that Seymour was a murderer, but…this crosses the line."

When Kimahri next spoke, it was with a disheartened, almost bitter.

"I remember very well the last night of my stay. It was just past midnight. Everyone else was sound asleep. I was in the main library, reading. I thought I was alone." never before had Rai thought of the Rhonso as aged, but suddenly, he had transformed into a being older than Yu Yevon himself, hunched over on his staff, the sadness and resentment evident in his recollection.

Night time in Guadosalam. To everyone in Spira, it was that one sliver of peace and quiet…that was untouchable. Even though everyone loved Guadosalam for its natural feel, and its old tradition, few dared enter, and fewer past sunset, for the Guado liked to keep their secrets. Their secrets and their silence.

Everyone knew that.

One such being was more than aware of this unspoken rule. A young Rhonso, sitting in the library by himself, immersed in a volume of Guado literature. It was strange to see a Rhonso (Large, sturdy, heavily muscled creatures that they were, along with their aggressive nature and warrior status) sitting here and reading in such a mellow manner.

Perhaps that was why he was here in the first place…

Maybe Kimahri Rhonso wanted to be mellow.

Whatever the reason, here he was.

Take a note: Was.

Kimahri suddenly stiffened, lowering the book onto the desk, where it landed silently. Someone was coming this way.

Kimahri wasn't bothered that someone was coming – It wasn't as though they could stop him from reading. What bothered him was the question of who it was. Though The young warrior was on civil terms with everyone, some residents preferred to greet him with a cold professionalism, as though he was some lowly servant. A few others looked at him with a mild curiosity, mixed with a shrinking distaste, like he was a stray dog. Only the children and those from the younger generations were slightly more open minded.

Yevon, how he hated it.

This was why his ears flattened against his head, and his eyes narrowed, straining to catch sight of the shadow that had appeared in the doorway. It wasn't very tall, probably no taller than his elbow. It was definitely male, as Kimahri could make out developing muscles on the boy's arms. His hair stuck out at odd angles, but not from sleep. Kimahri's eyes widened a little. This could only be one person.

Sliding from his position, moving with the utmost stealth, Kimahri stood up and followed Seymour from the library. The boy was moving with the same covertness as the Rhonso, literally tip-toeing across the cold tile floors. Then, almost silently, he opened the front door, and like a shadow, was gone.

Kimahri was not surprised; he watched the boy sweep – So much like his father – Out onto the flashing field of thunder and lightning. He knew exactly where Seymour was headed. To practice his magic. For what, he did not know. But he doubted he wanted to find out.

"Wow…look at these things. I mean, I've seen them before, but they never cease to amaze…" Tidus' outstretched hand was held up before his eyes, attracting a few pyreflies. Wakka was suddenly unable to explain a strange, fatherly feeling over the boy, who was grinning childishly at the floating entities, letting them dance around him, his hands occasionally moving up to imitate them. Nooj stood nearby, observing the scene.

I can't believe that these are a couple of the legendary group that destroyed Sin…it was so long ago…Sin…Vegnagun…

Those are part of our past, now.

"'Ey, ey! Shouldn't we be looking for Baralai? Why've we landed here?"

"Because Bevelle won't let anyone land and airships —especially one as big as ours — to land. The closest spot was here." Tidus groaned.

"It's all on foot now? Man, that's not fair!" Nooj frowned at him.

"Tidus, you're getting too much of the good life. It's time you started exercising, anyway. I think you're getting a little chubby!" Tidus glared.

"Hey! I am NOT FAT!" Wakka was attempting to stifle his laughter, but Nooj kept a straight face.

"I never said fat. I said chubby. But…Now that you mention the word…" Nooj nodded to Wakka, and they both walked away, leaved a shocked Tidus to run after them.