(( ... Okay... so it is really late and this just came to me after surfing devinatart... But you know the rules right? I am so not cool enough to own any of Final Fantasy or Square Enix))
"Auron.. Please. I want... I want you to go protect him. My son, in my Zanarkand." He took a few steps away, following Braska before turning to look at the man who he had spent so little time with, but someone who he would never forget. "He is quick to cry, but he is a good kid. I wish I could have told him...told him how proud I am of him. But go to him, protect him like I can't." And with that, he left with Braska. Jecht, the man who would become the final summon.
"Aren't you upset? He is gone Tidus," a voice whispered, coming from a young looking man in a red robe.
But the one who he spoke to, a mere child of blonde locks and blue eyes shook his head. "Why would I be? I'm glad he is gone." A single tear slid from his cheek, lightly falling to the ground. "I hate him! I always hated him!"
He had been a proud man, a dear friend to Lord Braska and even a friend to Jecht, even though it didn't start out that way. The three of them had taken the pilgrimage, going to Lady Yunalesca for the final summon, to get the one hope of defeating Sin. But Auron... he had discovered it to be a lie. And his "punishment" for finding that lie? He had been struck down, holding on by a thread. But, he would soon realize that his thread had already been cut, and he should have been away from the world. But he kept going, knowing that his story was still not finished. All stories needed and ending, so why should his be any different.
But his story, he had never imagined that it would go to this chapter. But, he had promised Jecht that he would watch over his son Tidus. And that was what he must do.
Auron sighed, lowering his head after he had heard the child scream out to him, stating that he hated his father. "So why are you crying then?"
The boy's head snapped up, more tears flying from his face. "What! Did he tell you that I was just a crybaby too! That all I did was cry!"
Auron looked down to him, setting down his sword before walking to the boy, bending down on one knee and pulling him close. "Let it out boy. Just let it all out. Let out your pain and frustration."
Tidus stood there for a few moments before the tears seemed to flow back to him, the child crying into this stranger's chest, crying tears of anger, but also tears of sadness. "I hate him! I hate him so much," the boy mumbled out, his tears now drenching Auron's chest.
Auron stood there, still holding the bow. This... this would be a challenge for him. He had never cared for a child before. He didn't mind the well-behaved ones, but still. This was new for him... something unexpected and something that he wasn't trained to do. But... a promise was a promise. He would stay here, and care for this child. The child of a dear friend. A friend that he would see once more.
(( Okay... so this won't be a one shot... more to come. Hopefully...))