Disclaimer: Final Fantasy X, X-2, and all related nouns and pronouns appear courtesy of Square-Enix.
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The Most Excellent Way
by Kairos27
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3. A Hot Commodity
A few hours later, I wake up on the floor of my new room with the (formerly) neatly stacked magazines lying all around me, from my quest to digest as much as I could about what had happened in Spira while I was gone. The Farplane, after all, is not the best place to get news. I read about New Yevon and the Youth League, about machina (or rather, as the young ones call them now, 'machines') regaining popularity, and so forth.
I also read that Yuna had, not too long ago, had sung at a concert in the Thunder Plains (Braska's daughter singing at a concert in the Thunder Plains?), hoping to help relieve Spira's political strife. The article claimed that Yuna's singing had, "for the first time in all of Spira's existence, calmed the constant storm that raged across the Plains, and reminded us all that if we just put our hearts into it, the real Calm can become reality."
(I always knew that Yuna was a special girl. I didn't expect her to be that special.)
What interested me most was that the Thunder Plains had been made into a good venue for the concert. Apparently the Al Bhed had worked on improving the lightning towers so that the danger of dying by lightning was substantially reduced. I was impressed.
I wonder if she had a hand in that project—if she wasn't running around screaming her head off for fear of the lightning, anyway. Although, back then during Yuna's pilgrimage, I found her astraphobia irritating…now it was nothing more than a muted, almost fond memory.
And then I fell asleep on the floor, only to be awakened by loud thumping noises in the front room, as well as my growling stomach. Shiva and Bahamut had returned from they day trip through Luca—and I, for the first time in a long time, was really hungry. (I haven't truly been hungry (for food, anyway) in…almost ten years, after I died.) Reluctantly, I decide to get up and make sure they aren't plotting anything disastrous…and get something to calm my stomach. As I rise to my feet, I notice something lying on my mostly empty desk.
My sunglasses!
Finally, something has gone right for once. They're really my sunglasses, the pair I bought in an optometrist's shop in Zanarkand; the one she, that little thief, kept trying to steal off my face. For some reason, that makes my spirits lift—but not for long.
When I walk into the kitchen, however, a very unwelcome sight greets me. "Where did you get this?" I growl, pointing at that…that abomination sitting on the kitchen table.
Shiva, who is sitting at the very same table pouring a cup of tea, merely smirks at me. "I picked it up last night when I was out on the town. I thought you might want to see it."
That "abomination", as I call it, is a celebrity 'gossip rag', in this case, the Luca Loudmouth. The front page of the magazine screams in big bold letters: "AEON PROJECT'S LEAD SINGER: DYING! Doctors Say There's No Hope."
"You have to admit, it's kind of funny," Bahamut chuckles from his position on the floor, where he is reading the comics section of a newspaper. Apparently Yuna's Eternal Calm, besides magazines and gossip rags, also spawned a daily newspaper, and cartoonists, during my absence.
"No, it isn't. What is so funny about a pack of lies?" I hiss back, while I rummage through the kitchen cabinets. All I find is a jar of oatmeal. I doubt that Bahamut, Shiva, and Ifrit, being aeons in human form, need to eat; so they could care less about going grocery shopping…even though they can eat and drink if they want to. Example: Shiva's tea. I sigh; I never thought that grocery shopping would be first on my 'Things to Do in Spira Once I Come Back to Life' list. To make matters more complicated, I think that I am out of shape, judging by the fact that my arm muscles are no longer as hard as they used to be and my stomach is alarmingly flaccid.
Ifrit, who is examining the front page of the newspaper (Bahamut had discarded it in favor of the funnies), seems to read my mind. "There is a grocery store within walking distance of our building," he notes, without looking up from the paper.
"And a great Al Bhed restaurant is just one block down," Shiva says, winking at me. "We got something for you." She reaches over to the kitchen counter and hands me a white bag of…some spicy food, judging by the smell. The bag is lukewarm, and oily spots dot the bottom of the bag.
Ifrit moves over to make room for me at the table as I open the bag and look inside. Frankly, I do not know what Al Bhed cooking is like; I never thought to ask Braska. Or her. That alone causes a niggling shame to form in my chest, which I quickly squash. I'm just hungry, I rationalize. It's nothing. Just hungry.
Inside the bag are several pieces of flatbread as well as a container of lamb, tomatoes, and rice, heavily seasoned with onions and chili paste. Shiva pours me a cup of tea as I begin to eat. "By the way," she adds slyly, "the proprietors of the restaurant are really talkative. We got loads of information from them. Want to hear it?"
I glare at her. What cheek that aeon has—who died and made her boss of everything? (Yu Yevon did, but that's beside the point!) She may not like to give free peep shows like her fayth version did, but her insolence more than makes up for it. But Shiva's remarks cause me to think…where is she, anyway? After all, according to my aeon companions, she is the reason why they could find a loophole in order to bring me back.
"Hmph," is all I can manage around a mouthful of meat. Even if I had said "No" Shiva probably would have kept clattering along.
"Well, we—'we' being myself and Bahamut—asked the proprietors if they'd heard anything about the Al Bhed princess," Shiva continued, "and one of them, this grandma lady, said she was traveling around the world looking for sunken machina, I mean machines. But," she grinned widely, "according to the grandma, the little princess is currently visiting her cousin in Besaid."
I stop eating and look at her. "She has a name, you know."
"Ooh, someone's got his underwear in a twist," Bahamut sneers from the floor. Shiva scowls at him and stomps on his hand. "Ow!"
"I think it's romantic," Shiva snips at Bahamut, who is rolling on the floor clutching his hand. "Okay, fine, so Miss Rikku is visiting in Besaid right now."
"Blitzball season is underway," Ifrit informs me. "According to the sports news, tomorrow evening's game is the Aurochs versus the Psyches. She'll not want to miss that. Nor will her cousin, Lady Yuna—because her boyfriend is playing for the Aurochs."
"Boyfriend?" Little Yuna has a boyfriend? I can imagine Braska exploding through the roof at that news.
"You don't know?" Bahamut says incredulously. "Didn't I tell you?"
No, obviously not. And if so, I don't remember it.
"Here," Ifrit points to an article in the sports section. "It says: In a drastic change from last year, the Aurochs are heavily favored in this tournament, with the return of Sir Tidus to the Besaid team."
So. Jecht's son is back from the dead as well, or wherever he was. I am…glad. At least he is the 'boyfriend', and not some random fellow Yuna picked up in Besaid.
"And you know what that means?" Shiva snickers. "I hope you've recovered you're your initial trauma because this means…CONCERT!"
Damn. "What?" I growl.
Ifrit sighed. "The organizers of the event contacted Shiva and asked if we, I mean Project Aeon, would perform a pre-game concert. Shiva could not resist and said yes."
I glare at Shiva again; she looks remarkably unrepentant.
"Aw, come on," Bahamut whines, getting up off the floor. "It isn't that bad. You know how many people have to practice before they can sing as well as you do now? You didn't have to learn diddlysquat. We totally made it easy for you. We even brought you back from the Farplane. Can't you just do us a favor and play along?"
"Who gave you permission to bring me back anyway?" I snap back. Bahamut's eyes narrow. Looks as if I really irritated him, for once.
"I could always kick you back into the Farplane," he threatens, leering at me.
"Down, boys!" Shiva says sharply, pushing Bahamut away. "Ifrit, tell him what it's all about."
"Sir Auron, we are aeons, not fayth. A fayth is subject to a summoner. We also obey summoners, but we do not obey just any summoner; we choose whom to listen to. We have real authority. We are aeons: the emanations of a deity. What we choose to do, we can do," Ifrit explains. "By our nature, what we do is best for everyone concerned, unlike our fayth-selves."
"Including turning me into a…" I can't bring myself to say it.
"A pop star? Sure," Bahamut scowls. "Like I said…you totally didn't have to do much of anything. We did most of the work for you. You noticed that when you grabbed the mike this morning, you were on autopilot? Shiva did all that for you. I got you the body. Ifrit got you a place to live, and tons of Gil to burn. Hell, we want you to get back together with your little bnehlacc. Come on. It isn't hard. We just want to have some fun."
"Besides, it's been more than a thousand years since we last came to Spira," Shiva says wistfully. What does that have to do with anything?
I hate to admit it, but Bahamut is correct in saying that I owe the three of them deeply. Death doesn't allow you second chances; but they made it that way, just for me. That puts my public humiliation into perspective.
"So, are you going to? Pleeeeaase?" Shiva wheedles.
I sigh. If I can just remember that I owe them…
"Hmph." My shoulders sag in defeat.
"Yeah!" Shiva shrieks, pumping her fist. "Okay everyone! Let's—do—our—best!" she exclaims, and prances off to her room. Bahamut mutters something under his breath and begins to pick up the papers that he spread over the floor.
"What is she going to do?" I ask.
Bahamut looks at me. "She's going to write tomorrow's song."
"She can do that?"
"Sure." The dragon-turned-teenager shrugs as he stacks the papers next to Ifrit. "Shiva is the aeon of music."
That is something I never heard of before. "Is that so?"
"Yes," Ifrit says. "It is said that music first came to Spira through a summoner who learned the art from Shiva. I must admit—" Ifrit shrugs—"that I really do not know how to play the drums, nor can Bahamut really play the guitar. It is Shiva's power acting through us that we are able to accomplish what we did this morning."
Oh. Well, that certainly explained a few things…like that ethereal, haunting music we heard when we passed through Macalania. Furthermore, this hint at the aeons' long history intrigued me. But… "That's what you consider fun?"
"Well, we had to accompany you," Bahamut said. "We didn't feel it proper to just dump you into your pop star body and leave you to figure everything out by yourself."
Ifrit nodded, and then glanced at the patio doors. Dusk is falling, but the machine-powered lights are filling the sky in place of the sinking sun. "We start out for the stadium tomorrow at the third hour after noon. Our concert is at the fifth hour."
"I think I'm going to hole up in my room," Bahamut states. "See you later." Once he is gone, Ifrit goes to the sphere screen and switches it on by pressing a button. A smiling television anchor—is that Shelinda?—pops up on the screen. A logo in the corner indicates that this is the Luca Channel's six o'clock news report.
"…in Kilika today, Mevyn Nooj, leader of the Youth League announced that he would dissolve his own organization."
The screen cuts to a moving image of a longhaired man with glasses, a man I recognized from the magazines as Mevyn Nooj. Nooj was saying, "I started the Youth League for the sake of opposing New Yevon. That was wrong. For Spira's peace, the Youth League must dissolve or rearrange its priorities. We should not encourage further sectarian strife in Spira. If this strife is to continue, it will not begin with me, nor will I encourage it."
The scene cut back to Shelinda at the anchor desk. "The dissolution of the Youth League comes at a time when discord in the Yevonite church is growing. More on this story with Samekh at eleven." Then her voice perked up even more as she moved onto her next story.
"In other news; fans of the popular music group 'Project Aeon' had a nasty shock today when the lead singer, Norua, collapsed after the first song."
I felt the blood rushing to my face as I turned away from the screen.
Ifrit looked at me apologetically and switched the channel.
"…and the princess rode the big red airship all the way home, where she married her soldier with the red coat, and they all lived happily-ever-after," a syrupy sweet tone narrated an animated scene. Some children's programming, I expect.
"I apologize," Ifrit said quietly. "I forgot." He turns the television off, and heads down the hall without another word, leaving me standing alone in the front room. Having nowhere else to turn, I open the patio door and step out onto the balcony.
I am beginning to notice things that I have things that I didn't have when I was dead; back when I was Unsent, my vision tended to get blurry, especially if I turned my head too quickly. My senses of taste and smell were severely weakened. My limbs also felt heavier and more sluggish. But now—now, as Ifrit said, I am alive. My eyesight is fine. I can fully smell and taste the evening sea breeze, and my arms and legs do not feel as heavy as I remembered them. (Or maybe it is because I am not wearing my good old red cloak. Where is it?)
For another thing, I can see my reflection as I glance again at the glass of the patio door, and I come to the conclusion that I don't look like myself at all. Other than the eye-color, and build, and hair-color, I really am in a different body. (Excuse me for yarning on about it, but wouldn't you if you were suddenly stuck in a body you didn't recognize?) My face is thinner and my jaw is less square. I still have stubble, but a lot more than I had when I was dead. If I don't shave soon, I will have more facial hair than I ever had before. (As a monk I was required to shave, and I kept the habit.)
Turning away from my reflection, I gaze back out over the twinkling Luca skyline. Our apartment is in one of Luca's newest high-rises. Since Sin is gone, there is no need to shorten buildings for fear Sin will be attracted to them. And since machina—excuse me, machines—are once again widely accepted. From what I see, Luca is well on its way to becoming a second Zanarkand. The Eternal Calm has brought so many things to Spira, good and bad; I wonder if I will ever be able to discover them all.
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It is the sun's yellow rays streaming through my window that wake me up in the morning, where I am wrapped in my blanket on the bed in my room. The magazines are still spread out over the floor—I neglected to stack them up again.
I also notice that my stomach is softer than usual. I must be out of shape, after not exercising for two years. I may not have to heft a sword anymore, but that is no excuse to be out of shape. I pull on a gray shirt and blue mesh shorts, and ease into a pair of running shoes, which I found gathering dust in my closet.
In the kitchen, Shiva is humming a tune and stirring oatmeal. "Morning," she says cheerfully. "Get yourself a bowl of this here stuff."
I squint down at the gruel that Shiva happily spoons into a bowl for me. Apparently, aeons aren't meant to be good cooks, but…one can't ruin oatmeal easily. "Bahamut bought some honey and brown sugar," Shiva adds, pointing me towards the table, which is empty.
"Where is everyone?" I ask her, as I sit down and start putting honey into my oatmeal.
"Shopping for groceries," she replied.
I scowl into my bowl. "Are you trying to push me further in debt to you?" I snip.
"So what if we are?" Shiva grinned cheekily at me. "You've obviously been holed up inside too much. That's why you're so cranky. Why don't you go take a walk?"
"Hmph."
Her grin got even wider, if that was even possible. "Or, how about this? Go down to the docks and see if Miss Rikku is arrived yet. I know you want to. Just be careful of the fans, and be back here by three in the afternoon." With that, she sashayed out of the kitchen.
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Luca is already wide-awake, and its open-air markets are already under way.
Pushing my sunglasses further up my nose, and hoping against hope that none of the shoppers or sellers here are Project Aeon fans, I walk warily past the steadily growing crowd, bunched around stalls and tables of fresh produce and all other sorts of foodstuffs. I have to admit, it smells very appealing; the morning air mixed with the fresh scents.
For a moment, I stand there, trying to acclimate to my surroundings. The very next moment, a round, elderly woman, with white hair and a canvas shopping bag, bumps into me.
"Oh! 'Scuse me, young man," she says brightly. "Didn't mean to knock against you, there. These crowds are growin' worse ever' time. Guess that's a small price to pay, Sin's done gone. Ain't that so, young man?"
This woman doesn't recognize me, it seems. I nod politely. "Yes, ma'am."
"I think it's best if we step out of the way here, so we don't get crushed by them people." The matron takes my arm and pulls me off to the side as she chatters along. "It's only gon' git worse, since there's a blitz game today. My boys're jest crazy over it. They done become Aurochs fans after they heard one or two of 'em were Lady Yuna's guardians."
We finally stop in front of a stall selling gingerroot and other herbs. "So, young man," the matron continues in a friendly way, as she hefts her shopping bag in her arms, "you new here in Luca? Only a stranger'd be standin' there like he didn't know what-all to do."
"Well…I…not really. I haven't been here for a long time," I say to her. "Not since Sin was defeated."
"That's all right, young man," she says. "You, I can tell you're Bevelle-bred. They ain't got much reason to come here, as their crowds're bigger, and worse. You here for the game, then?"
I nod. "Mostly. And to…find some old friends."
"Well here's to hoping that you do, young man," she says, and jingles her shopping bag. "I say—what's your name?"
"Aur—" I stop myself. "Norua."
"Well, Norua, you just come with me." She is dragging me along; it's not as if I have any choice. At least she doesn't recognize the name.
We continue walking until she stops abruptly at an empty alley. "What the sam hell were you doin' in the middle of the street there?" the matron says in a scolding tone. "Any minute one of your crazy fans would've seen you, and they would've pounced on you and made the crowds worse than they a'ready are, and a little old lady like me wouldn't be able to do her shoppin'. Lucky I managed to catch you afore anyone recognized you. You're a hot commodity in these here parts."
I feel the blood rushing into my face again. So this matron did know me, and had pulled me out of the marketplace for fear that I would clog up the shopping thoroughfare with my presence.
"For one little thing, young man, I'll be lettin' you go. You better not be doin' nothing foolish like that again, you hear?"
"What might that be?" I ask.
The matron winks slyly at me and hands me a piece of paper and a pen. "For your autograph, of course. My little granddaughters, they're sure crazy about you and your singin'. You out takin' a walk, or somethin'? You better head towards the docks, or else some of your crazier fans're gon' see you, and they'll eat you up."
I wince, but I take the pen and sign "NORUA" with a flourish, and hand it to the matron, who bows to me and bustles down the way, without bothering to say good-bye; and I head down the street, towards the Luca docks.
As I creep around, trying not to be seen, excited children occasionally run about me, holding blitzballs and jabbering about how they hope to get Sir Tidus' autograph. I keep my head down, all the better to keep me from being recognized. The matron's warning really sobered me.
I hasten onwards towards the docks. The matron was right—the docks are the safest places to be from crazy fans because, in my experience, fewer crowds gather at the docks because the blitzball stadium catches their attention more often than the ships do. Already, because it is a blitz game day, people who probably wouldn't even be awake at this hour are up and about, and the city is becoming alive far too soon. I hunch my shoulders, wishing I had my old high collar, or even a hood, to hide my face in.
Luck must be with me, because no one notices me. Must be the sunglasses. But I do pass by a group of girls who are loudly exulting over the fact that Project Aeon is going to perform before the game, and are wondering if "Norrie" (is that supposed to be me?) is recovered enough to sing, because they can't get enough of his (my) gorgeous face. As you can imagine, I run away from these girls as quickly as I could without arousing suspicion. After an endless stretch of streets and storefronts preparing for the influx of blitzball fans, I finally reach the docks.
I peer out over the sea, and catch sight of a cherry-red airship rising out of the horizon. Unlike the huge Al Bhed airship I remember, this one is smaller, and sleeker, with two huge engines in front of the body.
The ship skims over the water for a long while, and then, with a weighty splash, the airship lands a couple of docks away from me. Cautiously, I slip behind a stack of empty cargo crates, hoping to get a better look and yet not be seen.
"Wow!" someone yells, and I recognize the voice too well. It's Jecht's son, and he is emerging from the body of the airship. They've arrived.
"Luca got…bigger!" the boy exclaims; his voice is so loud I can actually make out what he's saying. At least he's observant.
A softer, female voice answers him, but since it is soft I cannot make out what is being said. But I know the voice as well as I know Tidus'; it's Yuna. I squint over at them. The boy is still wearing that loud yellow ensemble; well, he wouldn't be Tidus without it. But it is Yuna's attire that I am having a few problems with. From what I can see, her shirt is dangerously low, and her shorts are practically nonexistent. Only a long ruffled piece of fabric, partially covering her left leg, gives any semblance of her covering anything up. It is so unlike the Yuna that I know, that I think if Braska hadn't died fighting Sin, I am sure this sight would have killed him, or at least paralyzed him.
(You didn't think I had an opinion on clothing? Well, when you walk around for more than ten years with a red overcoat, you start to notice things like fashion.)
After Tidus and Yuna disembark, behind them comes Wakka (whose stomach is beginning to show), and Lulu, with a purple bundle in her arms. Is that a baby? I am very surprised; to think that they are married, and have a child.
They are all talking, and laughing, and I realize that I missed them…even though I told them, back then, that this brave new world, this Spira without Sin, was their world, and not mine. They made it theirs, and I didn't belong in it. I did miss them though…but where was she? Did she not come?
No sooner did I think that than a familiar figure bounced off the airship. I could feel my jaw falling open. The first thing I notice isn't the fact that her flaxen hair is more luminous than ever, or that she has gotten taller. No, the first thing that I notice is that she's practically naked.
I can feel anger beginning to bubble inside of me. How many people—how many lascivious young men, rather—have seen her like that? Despite the long scarf, which actually covers her front quite nicely, she's only wearing a…bikini. The only person that I remember wearing a bikini before her was Yunalesca, and we all know how that ended.
As the party draws closer to where I'm standing, I hear their voices clearer. To my surprise, Yuna is rather…talkative. "They're performing the pre-game concert," she was saying.
"Who is?" the boy asks. He's juggling a blitzball in one hand and holding Yuna's hand in the other.
"Weren't you listening, silly? Project Aeon, of course!" Yuna says.
Of course, if I had been anyone else, I probably would have fallen over, and knocked down several crates. But I didn't. "I really like their music," Yuna continued, and my jaw dropped again. The Yuna I knew looked as if she'd only listen to the Hymn of the Fayth. This Yuna, though…along with her wardrobe, has changed her entire outlook on things. I don't know if that is good or not.
Then, she spoke up. "Their lead singer collapsed from dehydration yesterday; I hope he's all right. I think he's really cute and he has such a nice voice."
Wait. Did Rikku just say that? Suddenly, my poor heart feels like it sprouted wings and wants to jump out of my ribcage. Damn.
"I heard about that. Did you see their concert?" That was Yuna.
"Yeah! Before I came to pick you guys up, I was in Djose. Nhadala and I were watching it on her sphere screen. Nhadala's really into Project Aeon, and she was just blubbering when he collapsed."
By this time, they've drawn right up near my impromptu hiding spot; and I am reeling from this new information; Yuna is a fan of Project Aeon, and Rikku…she thinks I'm cute and that my voice is nice.
In fact, I'm reeling so much that…my stupid "improved" body, which grew more and more hot and bothered as she spoke, betrays me, and my right foot trips over my left foot, and down I tumble, with a wooden thud.
As fate, or luck, or whatever, would have it, right at Rikku's feet.
She yelps and jumps backwards, jostling Tidus, who complains. "Hey!"
"Ow," is all I muster as she scrutinizes me, and I find myself looking into the familiar spiraled pupils, still swimming in the same pool of green.
Open your eyes.
"Hey, it's you!" she exclaims shrilly. "You're Project Aeon's lead singer!"
As I thought.
"Well, speak of the devil," Tidus remarks. I can feel him looking at me, but right now I must admit that I've only got eyes for one of them standing here.
Yuna walks forward, and bows politely. Ah, that's the Yuna I know. "Hello," she says. Then she grabs Tidus' blitzball ("Hey!") and holds it out towards me, along with a marker. "May I have your autograph?"
"You want him to sign my blitzball?"
Gingerly, I crawl to my feet, and silently take the marker, signing "NORUA". Part of me is tempted to scrawl my real name. Auron. But somehow…I feel that this is not the time.
"High Summoner, you are a fan of my group?" I manage to murmur as I hand the ball back to her. Then I bow to her for good measure. "That is an honor I do not deserve."
"I do like your music," Yuna says brightly. She clearly doesn't recognize me. Not a big surprise.
"What are you doing here, anyway?" Rikku asks me, and my shoulders break out in gooseflesh. Why is my body reacting this way?
I'm starting to think that I'd rather have a dead body.
"Trying to hide from crazy fans," I mumble, and I finally take a good look at her. She's smiling at me. A smile that could conquer countless cold hearts.
The aeons only know how well she conquered mine.
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FIN part 3
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And now for our Special Feature: The Aeons Have Their Say!
(Once again we are in that Special Plane, the aeons' plane of existence. Anima is present, along with Sandy the Magus Sister.)
Sandy: Welcome once again! Today's moral is: 'The author can't write romance and is lazy'. At least Rikku made her entrance this chapter. I don't know how long the author could have held out.
Anima: For those of you wondering why the Youth League is dissolved, it is because in the "FFX-2 Last Mission thingy" that was only released in Japan, Paine says that the Youth League is dissolved. The author wants to take this 'Last Mission' into account in this story.
Sandy: And now, it's that time you've all been waiting for: time for us aeons to answer your questions. Our first letter comes from one of our illustrious readers…this one's yours, Anima.
Anima: All right! Here it is: Anima just one little question... WHAT THE LIVING SNAP IS WITH THE PUNCHY THING THAT MAKES UP YOUR LOWER HALF!
Sandy: I've often wondered, too.
Anima: Have you really? My dear reader, I'll tell you what's up with my lower half: I DON'T HAVE ONE. That's why Nomura decided to make something up so I'd look uglier and eviler, because I'm supposed to be Seymour's mother and you as the player are supposed to hate me until you receive me as a summon, and from then on I'm your new best friend.
Sandy: Okay, there's your answer. Next question…this one's for Shiva.
Anima: Shiva isn't here, so we might as well answer it as best we can.
Sandy: The reader writes: Hey Shiva, as far as female aeons go, you don't have much competition in terms of exciting the opposite sex...with that in mind, is there any one male (human, unsent, and aeon alike) that you secretly want to throw on the ground and have your way with?
(Anima falls over laughing)
Sandy: I asked my sister Mindy to sneak into Shiva's things and see if she could find anything to answer the question.
(Mindy enters)
Mindy: Sandy, Shiva's going to kill meeeee. If she Diamond Dusts me, you owe me biiiig.
Sandy: Yeah, yeah. Did you find anything?
Mindy: …yes. A picture of Ifrit with hearts drawn all around it.
Anima: Ha, ha! I always knew it was him. The way they used to bicker so, back in the old days…I knew there was some sort of sexual tension between them! You put fire and ice together, you get steam, right? A 'steamy' encounter indeed! Ha, ha, ha!
Sandy: That's so. Well, friends, that's all for today. We'll see you again, next chapter!
Do YOU have a question for the aeons at The Aeons Have Their Say? Just leave a comment in the Story Reviews section, and send us your questions. Please make sure to say which of our aeons you want to answer the question. It's that simple!
End, for real.
