A/N: Tada! So here it is, the long overdue continuation and justification of the title. I am not sure how much sense some of it will make to those who have not played the game, or played the game entirely, for that matter, but here it is!
Again, I don't own FFX. If I did, I'd be off having tea in the Latin Quarter, though it seems I would have to bring my own chai...

Time passed, and Seymour made himself quite at home on the island. The villagers came to tolerate him, if nothing else, and the young daughter of High Summoner Braska began her training to become a Summoner. And the Guado had learned to smile. Really smile. And it seemed to him that his dark beauty was learning, as well. Every passing day was just another reminder of how wonderful it felt to finally be accepted by someone; not only accepted, but loved.

Seymour smiled lightly at the thought, standing again at the promontory above the village, watching the people move below. He turned a little to his left, watching the object of his affections standing serenely by his side, obviously lost in some thought. Seymour reached over and squeezed her hand lightly.

"My dear?" he addressed her, visage and voice full of concern. She turned to him, violet eyes clouded over and misty. Lulu smiled faintly in an attempt to be reassuring.

"It's nothing," she answered gently, holding his gaze for a moment before turning back, staring off into the blue and green around them once more. Lulu shook her head, sniffling inaudibly. She turned back to Seymour, taking his other hand in hers and meeting his eyes; the blue orbs shining back at her with an adoration she had seldom seen. "I love you, Seymour."

He smiled back and bent to kiss her, enjoying the gentle thrill the contact still gave him before giving his answer. It really had not been that long that they had been giving voice to their love…the fact that it was there at all still quite surprised the young Guado. "And I, you, my dear lady Lulu." Ah, Mother…if only you could see her! This wonder before me…you would love her just as I do, I am sure of it.

She blinked slowly in recognition. He never really had fallen out of the pattern of referring to her as "lady." It had become a pet name of sorts between them. She turned back to her musings, looking down into the village. A bright flash caught her eye, the instantaneous reflection of the sun off a blade, and she watched it as what appeared to be a blitzball flew from one of the huts and collided with the wielder. She shook her head faintly, raising a hand to her pale forehead.

"Something the matter, my dear?" Seymour asked her quietly, "A headache?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. I'm quite alright." The dark beauty paused. "A little tired, perhaps…"

"Then we should return so you may rest. We have been up here some time already…" His voice trailed happily. He truly did love the promontory; it was by far his favorite part of the island. With the exception of the pier, of course. That would always hold a special place for him.

"No, no, it's fine. I can go rest; you stay here," she replied, turning to smile at him once more, violet eyes sparkling in the light. The man beside her could not help but smile back. "After all, I am not so certain I would get rest if both of us returned." A pale blush flushed across his features.

"As you wish it, then, my lady." Seymour bowed, one hand touched to his chest as the other raised her delicate fingers to meet his lips. Lulu bobbed her head and curtseyed slightly, and the two laughed a small, private laugh before she began her walk back to the village.

Listening to the gentle clink fade into the jungle around him, Seymour sighed. So this is what it is like to be happy. Someone to love…someone to hold me in the night…His thoughts drifted onward. Is this what you had with…him, Mother? Before- Feeling his face twist in anger, Seymour quickly squelched the fire the memory still wrought in him. The sacrifice haunted him, and the desire for vengeance on the one responsible for the preceding torment followed closely on its heels. Mother…I will make you proud. I promise.

He turned and walked away from the watching spot, venturing off down the now-familiar path back to the village. He had not yet given his daily prayers, and it made him uneasy to not. Old habits die hard… By now, his love would surely be lying down in the hut they shared and he need not worry of disturbing her. He smiled.

Reaching the cool darkness of the temple, he gazed reverently at the statues before him, bowing and making the sign of Yevon to each one in turn before crossing to his preferred space in the large public hall and kneeling to pray. Once finished, he rose and regarded the room again, his gaze resting for a moment on the entrance to the Cloister of Trials. A small pang of guilt hit him as he thought again of his mother. That is where you wanted me to be, is it not? He frowned ever-so-slightly before bowing once again in a small prayer to Yevon and exiting onto the raised stone around the temple itself. The sun had progressed a bit past the time he and she usually took lunch, but he was not particularly worried about it. Odds were she still slept. And if not, he would surely make it up to her later on.

Upon entering their home, Seymour first noticed her absence. A short scan of the single room found a note neatly written in the small, short curves of her handwriting.

My dear Seymour,

I hope you don't mind, love, but I fixed lunch already and ate, myself. I left you yours over near the fire.

He glanced over, and saw it sitting there, carefully tucked away in just the right spot to keep it warm, but not overcook it as it waited for him. A small smile graced his face as he pictured her kneeling there, fussing at it until it was just as it should be. Ah, my dark angel…he sighed inwardly.

I've gone for a walk around the island. Don't worry, my darling Lord- I've only gotten a bit of wanderlust lately. Perhaps it is time we took that journey you keep speaking of, to see your home? I would dearly love to someday, you know.

His mouth twitched. Home…where has that ever been for me? With you, Mother? Or here now, with her? Seymour shook his head and continued on.

I will return in time for dinner, if not earlier. I wouldn't dare to let you figure it out on your own.

Love,
Your Lady

He chuckled lightly and shook his head again. She knew him too well. His cooking skill was limited at best.

Setting the note down, he gathered up the bowl left for him and proceeded to enjoy a slow, thought-filled lunch, noticing roughly every five minutes how empty it felt without her there. But she will be back soon, he reminded himself every time. When his lunch was finally finished, the sun was considerably lower in the sky, and he decided it was a good opportunity to go for a walk himself. He grabbed his Summoner's staff from its place near the cot. It was not necessary for him any more, but still he carried it, for the respect it demanded of the villagers and for the memory attached to it. Mother…what did he do to you that you were so…the thought trailed off in his mind as it was smothered by the cold rage so familiar to him now. His steps quickened as, once again, he smothered the fire in thoughts of Lulu.

It seemed by instinct his feet led him as he wandered path after path through jungle and ruins of a civilization passed, that he finally landed at the pier which had witnessed the single greatest moment of his life. Not that there have been many candidates for the title, he thought with just a taste of bitterness. The recollection of that night brought a fierce, burning joy to his heart and the feeling of having just been kissed to his lips as he stood at the end of the wooden structure. He licked them gently, recalling the moment as if it were only seconds ago. Seymour's attention was snapped back to reality as his sharp Guado ears caught the familiar sound of belts moving…the angel's herald of his love's approach. He stood there silently, still staring out at the sunset, hoping perhaps to surprise her if he could. When he heard footsteps reach the wood and stop, he turned slowly, confused. They had sounded too heavy…

And there she was, the love he had found at last, the dreamlike perfection of her porcelain skin seeming to glow in the fading light of the setting sun…locked in a kiss with another man.

That cold fire began to burn in him again, and he did not suppress it. He quickly masked his confusion and anger and the blackness which had stolen over what had been a spreading joy.

The kiss broke, and the two lovers smiled at each other as though each was all the other could see. It was obvious they had no idea of his presence. Seymour stepped forward once, startling them.

"Seymour!" Lulu gasped. "I…Chappu…" she stammered, a deep pain filling her eyes as she pushed the red-haired youth from her and started towards him.

"There is no need for explanation," he said blankly, his tone entirely devoid of emotion. "My apologies, my lady," he intoned with a short, overly polite bow. He turned back to the setting sun, seeing the reds and oranges and hating how right it was for him. All the destruction that those colors bore for him. His hand tightened around his Summoner's staff, his knuckles whitening, as his other hand reached back to touch the spot above his heart as though he were feeling for a wound. She stepped over to his side, looking at him in the hope he would look at her, give her the chance to explain, but he looked away, spinning angrily to leave, his boots pounding the wooden planks as he strode with long, furious steps back into the village. Lulu was left there, watching him. The youth- that Chappu, as she had called him -was nowhere to be seen.

This will be the last time they reject me, Mother; I swear it… And on his walk, he began concocting a plan, a plan for his revenge. The humans would live to regret all the evils they had shown him.

For someday, they will have to answer to Sin. And the one who could save them will be the one to destroy them…

A/N: Ending strong enough for y'all? It's an edited version of the ending I'd had planned for the first chapter, but then, in a conversation with noctepanther about it, I was inspired to do this instead. It was rather difficult, having a beginning and an end and having to fill in the middle...but you know, I think I like it more than I'd expected. What do you think?