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Author's Note: All right, my first attempt at a fan fiction outside the realm of Inuyasha. I am basing this off of what I have seen of Final Fantasy X and bits of what I've seen of Final Fantasy X-2. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Your's to Hold
Reflection
It's one of those days. We both know the type. A light breeze sweeps through the meadow and the grass tickles the back of our legs. The sun's rays filter through white fluffy clouds that will soon be tinted pink as the sun dips beyond the horizon. We start the day cloud gazing, but as night sets in we look at the stars, connecting the dots with imaginary threads to reveal the pictures they veil.
Your head rests gently in my lap, your serene blue eyes staring intently at my face as I read to you. We've gotten into this habit; sitting outside all day, doing nothing of any real significance. When I ask you why we do this you say the same thing: we've earned it. I suppose I believe you. Perhaps we do deserve to live a life of leisure. After all, before we arrived here, at this place that is neither heaven nor earth, we rarely had time to simply relax and enjoy each other's company. That is all we do now. Not to say that I don't enjoy it, because I do. It is wonderful just sitting outside, partaking in the cleanliness of our surroundings, as carefree as children. Do you see what you have done to me?
Before we met I was a disciplined girl, perfectly content with going about my training as a Summoner and eventually having the honor of dying to save Spira. I followed the rules and warned myself to not get too emotionally attached to anyone, as I knew my fate. But, you had to come. I, as well as everyone else, found you to be quite an enigma. You said that you came from Zanarkand and needed to get back. Fate, however, had other plans for us.
"Yuna?" Your languid voice catches me off guard and I halt in mid-sentence. I look down at you, my eyes asking the unspoken 'Yes?'. "I was just thinking."
"Careful," I say with a hint of a laugh. "Too much and your head may explode."
You laugh sarcastically and smile at me. Your eyes twinkle and a smile crosses my face. "Funny. But, seriously."
"What have you been thinking about, Tidus?" I ask.
You take a few short seconds to answer. "Not really thinking; more like wondering."
I smile again and place the book on the ground. "All right. What have you been wondering?"
"Why did you start reading to me? I've always wondered that."
"Hm," I mutter. "I don't quite remember, either. But, I suspect it's because one day you said you wished something like this would happen."
"I don't remember saying that," you reply. You sit up, sweep your golden blonde hair from your eyes, and look at me. "When did I say that?"
I stay silent for a moment, the intensity of your gaze rousing a pink blush to my cheeks. "It was after a battle. Rikku was injured and you said that you couldn't wait until you were able to relax outside and just talk to someone, even if they did just read to you."
You continue to stare at me and I begin to feel like a complete idiot. "How do you remember all of this stuff?" You inquire.
Again, it takes me a moment to answer. "It was the first time you didn't say you wanted to return to Zanarkand. I thought, perhaps, you would stay…" I respond hesitantly.
"Oh…" You move behind me and gently push my head onto your lap. "Tell me a story."
I give you a questioning look and pick up the book next to us.
"No, I don't want you to read to me. Just tell me a story." You carefully grab the book from my hand and the feeling of your fingertips against my flesh sends tingles up my spine.
"I'm not a storyteller, Tidus. Wouldn't you rather hear the words of someone else than my own?" I ask.
"Oh, don't make me beg, Yuna," you pout slightly and I have to stifle a laugh.
This is what I love about you, Tidus. Even after death you are the carefree spirit that protected me in the battles against Sin. You are still the spirit who would do anything to make me laugh because you said it was music to your ears. I have never told you this, Tidus, but simply being with you is enough to bring a smile to my face on the darkest of days.
"Please?" You look down at me with the puppy dog eyes. Heavens, no. Please don't beg. I'm begging you not to beg.
I sigh and squint my eyes against the last rays of the dying sun. You lean forward and shield my face from the blinding brightness, your handsome smile still intact.
"What kind of story do you want to hear?" I ask resolutely. Your smile broadens and you twirl a lock of my shoulder length, milk chocolate colored hair between your fingers as you think. The contact, though minimal, puts me at ease and I find myself reaching for the hand that is supporting your weight. You grasp my hand, rubbing smooth circles along the back of it with your thumb.
You let out a puff of breath and lean back, pulling me with you. "Oh, I know," you finally say.
I look up at you, a renewed blush flushing my cheeks at our precarious position (my head is on your chest and you move an arm to my waist). "Well?"
"Tell our story." You tilt your head to the side to get a better look at me.
"What?" I ask through a laugh. You smile at me and turn your head towards the sky, your eyes closed.
"I want to hear about us. Beginning to end," you answer.
"But," I start, "you lived it. Why would you wish to sully the reality of what happened with my biased rendition?"
"Because, I want to hear what it was like for you. Then, after you're finished, I can tell you what it was like for me," you smile encouragingly at me and begin to rub my back like you always do to calm or relax me.
"I hope you have a while. It's such a long story," I say and your smile spreads to your eyes.
"For you, Yuna, I have an eternity," you whisper.
Author's Note: Yes, it is short and I am aware that it is completely horrible. If you would like me to continue then please say in your review. Any advice is welcomed with open arms, as well as information about Final Fantasy X, seeing as how my knowledge of the game is extremely limited. Thank you.