Hey guys. I had a suggestion from Jaymo to continue this as a pilgrimage story, but I kind of like the idea of Rikku and Auron having their own P.O.V.'s at random scenes in FFX which involve them...so that's what it's gonna be for now...a random medley of scenes.

Thanks to those who reviewed. An author really appreciates those kinds of things! And to Jaymo, I hope this Rikku is slightly off to a better start than the last one.

So. This one's obviously the scene where Rikku and Auron are left alone at the entrance to the farplane. Hope it pleases all o y'all.

Disclaimer: I don't own FFX or the characters...but in my world I do. So there. Eat that.

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Rikku

Stupid Yevonites. Stupid Farplane.

I mean really, why would you want to go there? It was…scary! And…not…living! It's not as if you can talk to the people who have already passed on…right? They just float there, from what I've heard. Float and stare. Doesn't sound like my idea of a good time.

But no. We have to go to the Farplane. We have to seek out guidance from the dead people's stares. We have to go and look at them to tell us not to marry that stupid crazy-ass blue Yevonite who sounds like a fifteen-year old GIRL- oh wait, never mind…just the thought of that idiot sounding like me gives me the creeps. Seymour is one ugly, snobby, little pedlr of a fifteen year old…oh anyways, the point is…

Memories are nice, but that's all they are.

Yep, s'my motto. Besides "Steal all that thou canst in given situation", of course.

Speaking of which….

I look behind me at Crypto the Legendary Guardian. Betcha he has a lot of wunnerful little pockets in that coat of red. Full of gil. Or items. Maybe I could…?

Oh wait. There's also the small obstacle of his katana. And the possible connection it might make to my head…aw hell. Satan, thy name is Auron. He should learn to share. Really. It might help him out, y'know? In the future, when he makes friends. Or when he gets a girlfriend….

OH my GOD. Whoa, Rikku…do not ever go there again. Auron, with a girl? Weird. I shiver.

I take one more look at him. Though…he isn't that bad looking. When he's all quiet like that….pensive…thoughtful…handsome…

Wait, what?

I shake my head. Alrighty, time to get something straight. Auron will never make it onto my Top Ten List of Potential Men. No matter what. I can't think like that about him…but Gippal was on there. I think he was number two…I know he's a cocky jerk, but isn't that just so attractively male? Number one was…oh wait…cred, what was his name? Tysh ed…what the hell, come on, I know he was brunette…I saw him that one time in Luca…

While I was trying to think of number one, I didn't notice that my behind was slipping dangerously close to the edge of the stone wall, until I fell off of it. Crud.

"EEK!" I squealed as my backside was sitting on air and my hands waved around in a panic. Then, stone was all I felt on my spine, and the impact of the crash had shocked me into silence. After a few seconds I realized I was on my back, but my legs were propped up against the wall. It looked like I was doing some sort of weird pilates exercise…I could see my feet up above my face, framed against the creepy cloudless skies of the Farplane entrance. Then I groaned. My head felt like it was full of stones.

I heard a noise coming up from above me, and I found myself looking into the upside down face of none other than Auron. He was standing over me and staring over his sunglasses. He first had a what-the-vilg look on his face, and then, even upside down, I could tell that a flicker of amusement fell across his features. I couldn't breathe again 'cause his eye was on me. Dammit, breathe, Rikku, breathe. It's just his eye! What's the big deal? Then I grinned weakly up at him and let out a little laugh.

"Eh…heh heh heh…heh…" This is so embarrassing…bet he thinks I'm one little Al Bhed freak.

He didn't say anything, and strode back to his place across from the wall I was presently pressing my lower half against. I scrambled to get on all fours and then got up sheepishly, grinning like an idiot. I looked at him and I noticed he was back to thinking deeply, hidden behind that cowl of his.

Then, suddenly, I started to laugh. It didn't start out big…first a chuckle, then a giggle, then a full on, mouth-open-wide laugh. I couldn't help it!

It was so damn funny! The position I was in! His expression! The aftermath! Oh Yevon, that was hilarious! I could only imagine what I looked like to him! And now he's just sitting there as if nothing happened!!!! HAHAHAHA! (A/N: I was so tempted to type "LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL" here, but thank god I didn't.)

He looked at me again, this time with a look of slight annoyance. Then he rolled his eye and looked downwards, immersed in thought again. I stopped laughing after thirty seconds and then quieted down, watching him intently.

I finally gathered up the courage to speak. "Auron, why aren't you with them?"

He didn't answer. I sighed and was about to turn away, feeling slightly foolish, when he responded. I pivoted in a flash.

"It…isn't my place."

Ladies and gentlemen, we have another cryptic answer from Auron! WHAT a surprise!!! I felt like saying that, but I eyed his katana and thought better of it. Well, since he was talking, better take advantage of it.

"Not your place? Whazzat supposed to mean?" I quipped.

He didn't answer for real this time.

I tried again, venturing forth a joke. "Heh, it's not like you're so old you could be mistaken for dead, right? I mean, as far as old goes, you're pretty up there, but not that far up-" I stopped.

He had looked up quickly at my statement, and I realized I touched a nerve. A nerve that would probably tell his brain to cut my head off with a katana. Oh cred.

"What are you implying?" He asked, suddenly getting up, and advancing closely towards me. I backed away, finding myself hindered by the stone wall. I was scared now. I didn't mean to make fun of him! It was a joke! I WANT TO LIVE!

"N-nothing! I was kidding around! I didn't actually think you were old, or dead, I mean that's imposs-" I suddenly cut my sentence short, noticing the alarm which crossed over his eye. Then something clicked.

"Oh…god…" I said, slowly reaching my hand up to cover my mouth. "YOU'RE DEAD?!" I screeched.

He gripped my arm, tightly. I felt as if all the blood was being squeezed out of my arm (which was probably happening anyway), and I winced. "Lower your voice. Now." He growled warningly.

I nodded, a pained expression on my face, and he loosened his hold. I massaged my arm soothingly. "Tysh ed, Auron, dryd rind! Lyh'd oui pa suna kahdma? Fyed, fryd ys E dymgehk ypuid, hu oui lyh'd, oui'na pek, yht cdibet, yht sayh..." I looked up at him with my nastiest face. "You're a…big, FAT meanie!"

He looked at me, ignoring my insult, and quickly a flash of uncertainty shadowed his eye. "You cannot tell anyone about this. Do you understand?" He hissed.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Big, stupid, red coat-wearing, mean…" I muttered.

To my utter surprise he sighed, gave me a smirk and said, "You blame me for your big mouth?" In that super sexy voice of his- wait, what?

I looked at him incredulously. The hell?! "Hey! You didn't have to grip my arm like it was a…a…some sort of fiend, or something! That hurt!" I flexed my arm, wincing at the ache in my bicep. I glared at his retreating back. "I can't believe you hurt a girl! You…jerk!"

He tilted his head as he heard my words, and I immediately fell into a defensive stance, in case he came after my other arm this time. Then he spoke, his voice sounding slightly amused, "Well…I didn't have to grab you if you had kept your big mouth shut…"

ARGHHHH!!!!!!! I WANT TO RIP HIS COAT IN HALF! WE'LL SEE WHO'S PISSED THEN, MEANIE!

"Cdibet sayhea..." I muttered.

"That insult is getting old…you said it already numerous times." He said over his shoulder. He resettled himself leaning on his wall, legs crossed and head sunken.

I froze. Did he know Al Bhed? "Hey, you understand me?"

He shifted slightly. "I learned a little…what I could, anyways, from Braska." He suddenly looked slightly off, as if he didn't want to talk about it.

I sat down, facing him, the pain in my arm forgotten. I wondered what it was like to die…to feel your life slipping from your body, your heart stop beating, your eyes close forever. I couldn't imagine it. And then…how could he keep walking amongst the living? Did it hurt? Did he feel at all? Did he feel pain? Oh wait, he does get injured in battle, so I bet he feels that...then did he feel…happiness? No, that was stupid, he just kind-of-almost laughed at you, Rikku…so he could feel happy and amused. But what about…warmth? I expected he would be cold, being…dead and all. Suddenly I got an idea.

I marched up to him and grabbed his left hand in my own. The one sticking out of his coat. I almost flinched at the coldness of it.

He looked at me with a start, and asked me slowly, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Auron…do you feel my warmth?" I asked, seriously.

He looked at me, studying my face. I fell under the spell of his eye again, and I didn't want to let go of his hand. Then he responded, "Yes, Rikku. I feel your warmth on my hand." I nodded and let his hand slip out of my fingers reluctantly. My hand suddenly felt empty, and lacking.

"…Your hands are really cold." I muttered, suddenly shy. I dug a toe of my boot into the ground, and held my hands behind my back.

He grunted and looked at me. "Being dead does that to you…Oui kad icat du ed." He smirked at my shocked expression.

I gazed at him, then asked the question burning in my mind.

"Auron, how did you die?"

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Al Bhed sentence translations:

Damn it, Auron, that hurt! Can't you be more gentle? Wait what am I talking about, no you can't, you're big, and stupid, and mean...

You get used to it.

Mkay, well that's it so far for now. I'll be updating Auron's P.O.V. once I finish some work that's long over-procrastinated...

Click the box in blue, please review. (God, I love rhyming.)