A/N: Let's consider this as an elaboration on the time spent in Guadosalam.
Oh and by the way, this chapter and the next are dedicated to Tari, because she kept at me to get off my backside and write, thanks!! Huggles!!
Chapter 7:- Dinning at Seymour's Part One of Two
Rikku's Thoughts - Maester Seymour's Place of Residence - Present Time
Okay, forget that Auron thing. Focus on Yunie. Seymour's getting a little to close. Get ready to lunge at suspected pervert.
Golly-gosh, this woman, not only does she have bad taste, but, she's also wearing less than me!
. . . Not that I usually wear little, compared to the rest of the Al-Bhed, I wear waaaay too much.
Honestly.
Auron's Journal – Maester Seymour's Place of Residence – Present Time
My right fist is clenched so tightly that I fear I may begin to draw blood.
Even a mere image stirs emotions deep within me.
Pain. . .
Anger. . .
Hate. . .
And pain a thousand times worse. . .
I watch as she raised herself of an elegant four-poster bed, to embrace a man I recognise instantly as Zaon. Jyscal showed Braska, Jecht and I this very same sphere.
Maester Jyscal's Residence - Guadosalam - Ten Years Ago
"Gentlemen, please, if one of you truly is from Zanarkand, I have something that may peak your interest.
The room fell into darkness, Braska and Jecht merely gasped, while Auron hid his astonishment and tried to move closer to his Summoner, but, he did not know where his Summoner was.
'A light please' His thought, looking around blindly, and, as though a higher power had heard him, the room was filled with bright light.
'Not that much, thank you.'
The light had receded, and the four men were surrounded by planets and stars created by pyreflies as they flew through space, and downward.
Auron could feel wind whipping his jet hair around his face, making him feel like he was being dropped from Bevelle's bell tower, and yet he still had his stomach.
"Woah!" Came Jecht's voice as the wind stopped lashing at their faces. They were suddenly surrounded by lights, machina and buildings a thousand feet high. He did not have to ponder the name of this city for very long, as his bare-chested friend's strangled cry of "Zanarkand" cleared any doubts he may have had.
Braska, on the other hand, was content with gazing with admiration at the scene before him, brushing the hair that a gentle breeze was pushing into his face.
Auron's Journal – Maester Seymour's Place of Residence – Present Time
There is no breeze.
It would seem this sphere has been refined. Only the work of a skilled mechanic could've done the work.
Only an Al-Bhed could've done this sort of work.
Rikku's Thoughts - Maester Seymour's Place of Residence - Present Time
The scene fades away, and Seymour walks up to Yunie and whispers quietly in her ear. I can't hear what they're saying!! But, anyways, Yunie turns beet red, and runs into another room, while Seymour follows, a sort of smile on his face. If you could call it that. The other Guado - Tromell? I don't know, starts to prod us in that direction also. But Auron's in some sort of trance.
He also won't let my arm go.
Meanie.
I start to pull him in the direction of the door.
"Rikku, please stop that"
Welcome back to Spira Auron!
We walk through long hallways, all lined with decorated old Guado paintings (Just how many Guado leader people have there been?) until we reach a very long dinning hall and saw Yuna surrounded by Lulu, Wakka, Kimahri and Tidus, she's still red!! I drag old Meanie over towards them.
"He. . .He asked me to marry him!"
The tight-arsed, fancy robed little. . .
"You serious?" Tidus grabs her by the shoulders and gently shakes her, but it's enough for her to drop the glass of water she was clutching on the floor.
It shattered into a million pieces.
I wonder who's going to clear that up.
I don't like this dreary turn of events. Yunie's just been proposed to, it's something we would normally celebrate, yet, because of the man who proposed; we're all sad, and quite.
The tension in the air becomes thicker as Auron strides over to Seymour, his long steps eating up the distance between them. Of course, I'm still attached to his arm, like a little accessory, so I get dragged along too.
One, two, bump. One, two, trip.
"You know what Lady Yuna must do?" He inquires.
He smiles. It's not a nice smile; it's a sickly sweet smile.
"Of course. Lady Yuna - no, all Summoners, are charged with bringing peace to Spira, but not only should she defeat Sin, she must ease the suffering of the people and lead them through these dark times"
Auron gave him his amazing, one-of-a-kind, one-eyed Glare of Doom. I get that one a lot...
You know...
Camp Site - Macalania Woods - One Week Ago
"Whoops! Missed that one, sorry Wakka!!"
"Aww man, Rikku, it's in my hair now, ya? Why'd you have to go do dat?" The Blitzer exclaimed running a hand through his orange hair. Rikku gave him a, 'I didn't mean it, and you can't possibly hurt lil' ole me, can you?' smile.
The smile dropped quickly as she saw the expression on Wakka's face.
"Sorry?" Rikku's sunny smile returned once more, this time, almost sheepishly, and she jumped up and began to run as Wakka started to chase her. The two ran round the campsite in circles until Rikku had the unfortunate luck to run into something tall and muscular when she looked over her shoulder to see how far behind her pursuer was.
"E's cunno! I mean, sorry Auron!!"
The Al-Bhed looked up to see the red-wearing ex-monk glaring at her, with his one-of-a-kind, one-eyed Glare of Doom. She moved to go around him when he caught her tiny wrists inside his large, calloused hand, and held her still until Wakka got round to them. "Thanks, Sir Auron, ya?"
He grunted. 'Typical' was the thought that ran through Rikku's mind at that point. Auron then lifted Rikku off the ground by her wrists, his height and strength making it a simple task for the katana wielding warrior. He nodded to Wakka, who, after getting the message Auron was conveying to him, moved in for the kill as Rikku was desperately trying to squirm out of Auron's grasp.
"Urgh, hey nonononono, stop it! No! Not there! Hey! That's my ticklish spot! No! Hey, what do you think you're . . . No! Please! I beg of you!! I'll never make pancakes again, I swear!! Oi!! Listen to me when I'm talking to you!!"
Rikku's Thoughts - Maester Seymour's Place of Residence - Present Time
Ahhh, good times, good times. I have actually kept my word and not made any pancakes to land in Wakka's hair!! But, back to the present, things seemed to have moved on while I was dreaming away, and Seymour's lackeys, are seating us. I look round at the embarrassingly long table and noticed we were all being seated at one end. Hello? Do you not see the rest of the table? You can't even see the end from here, it's so long!
Seymour sat at the head of the table, of course. Yunie sat on his left, her hands folded neatly, yet they were still shaking, while Auron was asked to sit on his right, ("I would be honoured if you would sit here, Sir Auron. Of course, Lady Rikku may sit by you if you wish also")
Slimy bastard.
And it was all going rather well. Sort of. I mean, I haven't been chased out, have I? And my dress hasn't fallen down. . . I haven't even tripped on it!!
But then, it all went down the proverbial toilet.
Auron's Journal - Maester Seymour 's Place of Residence - Present Time
"So, Lady Yuna, I wish to express my concern for the attempted kidnapping on the banks of the Moonflow, it was part of the plan those heathen Al-Beds. I heard. It seems as though they are kidnapping Summoner's from all states of training, and taking them back to, wherever they can escape Yevon"
Beside me, Rikku stiffens. I can see why.
It's a perfectly innocent question. If someone has a frightening experience, such as nearly being kidnapped, (even if it was by your blood cousin) you can expect people to ask about them, see if they are doing well afterwards.
But Seymour doesn't mean it like that. He knows of Rikku's heritage. He knows what will affect her.
"Maester Seymour , please do not worry, as you can see, I am fine, there is no need for concern"
Rikku's Thoughts - Maester Seymour 's Place of Residence - Present Time
Oh no!
Auron said this wasn't going to happen!
I shakily reach for my crystal wine glass sitting in front of me, and sip it, the bitter taste of wine running down my throat.
"Lady Rikku, how, may I ask, did you and your fellow Guardians react to this treacherous act?"
I feel as if I'm being interrogated. . .
The Blonde - The Bevelle Prison - Unknown Time
The tall, ugly, balding man paced up and down the room and sighed. Turning, he slammed his hands down onto the table, facing the blonde sitting in the chair.
"And what, exactly were you doing on the night of the new moon??"
The blonde looked up at him with amazing green eyes, and said, in a mature, aloof voice;
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
The man sighed again, and ran a hand through his remaining hair, and turned away. Smirking, the blonde sat back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other. She knew she had won.
The man shook his head and snapped his fingers, the sound of multiple machina guns being loaded filled her ears.
"Now, are you going to talk, or will you force me to do something I may. . . Regret?"
She huffed and turned in her seat, spat at his feet and glared at him.
There wasn't a chance in Hell that she was going to back down.
"I see"
Suddenly, there is a blast in the wall and figures come sprinting in through the gaping hole. The girl then proceeds to kick Rikku-butt with the back-up she just received. . .
Rikku's Thoughts - Maester Seymour 's Place of Residence - Present Time
Or, something like that, well, I don't know. I could be like that one day, you never know, all kick-ass and stuff, except I wouldn't need people to help me fight, because I'd just be too good. Yeah!
I suppose it would be in my best interest to answer the blue fuzzy thing, whose name is not Kimahri.
"I'm sorry Maester Seymour, I was not one of Yunie's, I mean, one of Lady Yuna's Guardians at that time, so I am afraid I cannot answer your question."
Seymour sat back, as if he was satisfied with my answer.
Our meals haven't arrived yet. I stood up, and excused myself.
If the dining rooms are like this. Imagine what the bathrooms are going to be like!!!
Uncovering the secret life of Maester Seymour Guado, this seems like another job for Super Rikku!! Yeah! As soon as I'm out of sight I silently yell 'Yeah!' punch the air twice, and click my heels, there's no place like Bikanel. . . .