-Title: The Simple things
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Author: The Lady Grey
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Genre: Romance/Humour
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Game: Final Fantasy X
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Summary: To achieve his plans, Seymour will use any means, but how can he get the enigmatic blonde blitzer of Yuna's party to bow to him? Various one-shots not all related to each other, but connected in a way as Seymour tries to catch Tidus.
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Disclairment: I do not own Final Fantasy X or any of its characters. Square Enix does. I do warn you, this will have yaoi and the rating will go up.
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Plan II: Lotus Dance
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He watched, with bored ocean blue eyes, as the exotic dancers performing for another big shot from Yevon danced around in scantily clad clothing that resembled bathing suits if anything. Running a hand through his blonde locks, Tidus blinked hearing the soft and deep voice of a beautiful older woman, who amongst the dancers, seemed to catch his eyes.
She wore nothing but a simple little purple sari a lovely tight lavender choli under it. There was a chakra stone in her head, coloured red, two other small blue ones making the three chakra stones seem like a lotus. She wore silver bangles, thin ones, a matching silver necklace with a lovely little lotus hanging from it.
The beautiful woman had three small silver toe rings and a simple ring on each finger of her hand. She had lovely red curly hair that fell past her shoulders, her skin was a dark colour. She was the epitome of exotic beauty in the blonde male's opinion. She sang her movements slow, languid, like water. In her foreign tongue she sang of the words creation, of how it came to be, and Tidus couldn't help wonder if maybe she was a goddess and knew the real truth.
Next to him, Yuna stirred from watching the dancers to gasping as beside her sat Seymour. His aquamarine eyes scanning the dancers before turning to look at her with a wickedly innocent smile.
'Hello there lady Yuna. My what a pleasure to see you.'
His velvety smooth voice ran over Yuna and her guardians who watched Seymour with interest, the only one who looked away was Tidus, and that was because the sound of the woman and her dancers foreign instruments sounded more interesting than the small talk the two Summoners wore about to have.
This irked Seymour slightly. He had grown used to stares and admiration, to see someone so blatantly ignore his presence was something of a shock, and it reminded him too well of his father. He smiled though, merely speaking with Yuna, every once in a while glancing at the blonde youth. He watched his interest peak more, as the blonde seemed to be enthralled by how the singer of the group known as 'Padmanabha' which translated into 'The one with the Lotus navel'. Seemingly named after her god, 'Vishnu'.
What kind of people were they? Seymour did not know, but he had told everyone to clearly refrain from insulting the strangers. Tidus seemed fascinated by the story the woman was weaving, watching dreamily as the woman known as 'Kamala' named after what seemed to be their most beloved flower, told the story of how the world was created.
It was bothersome, these people coming here singing about something different than 'Yevon' but he would not argue. He was a Maetser and above all else, even he did not believe in his own God. Like the blonde, he too questioned the meaning of Yevon and why it was to be and not to be. He never got his answers, only lies. Seymour sighed, watching as the woman walked away slowly, bowing to them, all looking very pleased by their performance.
Some of the strong followers of Yevon were scowling as Kamala explained the meaning of their dance, and what their Gods did for them. A few of the Guados nodded their heads, always eager to please Seymour, though the younger generation seemed to want to actually learn of the woman's gods.
He smiled as a young guado girl asked about their clothing, which an equally young danger called 'Karka' answered. He noticed a few of the priests of Yevon turned their noses up at his inquiring Guado people and glared a bit. Suddenly, He felt Yuna jolt, turning his head, he saw why.
Tidus had walked away from Yuna, greeting Kamala in his ever boisterous voice, asking her questions, and how their gods worked. Things that Seymours people were to shy and nervous to ask.
'Why, this dance was a tribute to our gods, who have always guided us in our doings' she answered, smiling, watching as she was swarmed, the others having gained courage from Tidus' defiant ways. The blonde smiled, shrinking away from the group, bumping into something, he turned his head, blinking as he saw Seymour looking down at him, some of the people turned their heads and gasped, waiting for Tidus to apologize for his scandalous actions, but he merely shrugged and grin side stepping the older man, walking back to his group, where he soundly got scolded by Wakka.
Seymour merely chuckled, shaking his head, going up to greet the woman and thank them for performing their beautiful and inspiring 'Lotus Dance' to which Kamala merely smiled knowingly, unnerving Seymour a bit as she reminded him of his deceased mother.
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This was a fun and entertaining one-shot with little Seymour/Tidus in it. But I was merely wanting to write something with Hindi origin in it. It was fun to say the least. Please, if you want, leave some constructive criticism.