Yay, this is my first ever fan fiction on here. First of all lets start with the disclaimer!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Final Fantasy or the gaming series, the original characters are not mine although i have put some original characters of mine in this, so please do not steal them! This is a purely fan based fiction, All right for the original FF characters go to their rightful owners at SqaureSoft.
So then, what do you need to know about this fanfiction of mine??? - well basically, this is a fanfiction of Shuyin and Lenne before the beginning of FFX and FFX-2.. it's also, how i think their stories could have fit better into the story of FFX, please review, but also please don't be nasty, this is my first fanfiction to be published here.. Thanks xxx
Chapter 6: Busted
Mahra sighed lightly and shook her head. "Well Lenne, I certainly thought that you wouldn't be in this position." She looked with stern eyes at the young girl knelt by the large blue sofa. "After all the training you have had from the temple, after learning that your only duty should be to your people, you still let your feelings get in the way of that."
Lenne cast her eyes down to her palms in her lap as she knelt in a position that look as though she was about to pray. Mahra sighed again and then continued.
"What are you going to do about it?"
Lenne looked up with watery eyes and shrugged slightly, forcing herself not to break down in tears. "I don't know. I have no clue what to do, I feel like I'm being torn between two different places; I know that I have a duty to the people of Zanarkand, but I can't help it if I've fallen in love with someone."
"No that's true. But you can help getting pregnant."
"I know…" Lenne sighed and looked down again.
"Who is the father anyway?" Mahra questioned. Lenne immediately tensed up.
"I think it's best if we leave him out of this."
"Why?! This involves him too!"
Lenne paused and looked up again, with a small curve of the mouth. "He's, not really around these days."
Mahra's brow furrowed for a few seconds, and then they shot up into high semi circles above her eyes. "Lenne!" She gasped, "What on Earth were you thinking, getting involved with a Blitzball player! You know that it's forbidden!"
"I know." Lenne laughed, "I couldn't even believe it myself. I couldn't help myself, he was so charming and sweet, and he taught me that I could be someone, a real person and not just a pawn of the temple."
"Lenne this is no laughing matter, you're beginning to sound like one of the rebels." Mahra couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she knew that it was actually her sister in front of her.
"So what if I am? I'm tired of being treated like some Jedi from Star Wars. I like having feelings, I love being in love. I want to have a life, whilst still protecting the city. I have that with Shuyin."
"Do you seriously think that you can still have a life when this baby comes along?!" Mahra protested, gripping onto the sofa and staring Lenne down, desperately trying to make her see sense. "This is crazy; you're barely twenty years old. When babies are born they change people's lives forever. You'll be up every night, changing and feeding, having to stop it from crying. They can't talk and tell you what's wrong with them; sometimes it can take hours to find out what they want."
Lenne scoffed. "You sound like an expert on this, yet you have no children of your own."
"I had to look after you all the time; I was up every night with you absolutely exhausted. Is that really what you want?!"
The half smile was completely gone from Lenne's face now, and she paused whilst he thought about Mahra's question. Sure, neither she nor Shuyin were really ready for a baby, but it went against all her better judgement to have an abortion and ruin this baby's chances of living. This baby would be the better generation after the war, and could go on to do great things; a famous musician like Lenne, or a Blitzball player like Shuyin.
Lenne looked up, with both hands encased over her stomach. "I want this." She smiled. "I know that I'm still young, and I know that there's a war coming. But this baby was made through the love that Shuyin and I have for each other. I want to keep this baby, for him. It wasn't planned, but it's too late now."
Mahra slumped back onto the sofa and folded her arms like a moody teenager. "It's not too late, you're only four weeks gone, there's still hope."
"Hope?!" Lenne exclaimed. "You mean there's still a chance that I could lose it! Which is exactly what you want isn't it?!"
Mahra was silent and looked down to the floor, still keeping her nose high and giving off a sense of high class, 'I know everythingness'. Lenne felt a building rage from inside; she stood up carefully and took one step closer to her sister before she fearlessly slapped her oldest sibling across the face with her right hand.
Mahra yelped and gasped and looked completely stunned at her little sister who was now standing above her with complete rage registered on her face. "Look!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, tears streaming her face again. "I know that this is completely crazy. But to me it feels completely right. This baby is something that Shuyin and I have achieved together. And it just shows that our kind of love can last! Forget about it being forbidden and a sin, we're living proof that it can last and we can be happy! You can think what you like, but nothing you say will get me to change my mind. I love him, and I'll love this baby just as much. And you're betraying us if you don't love it too, because this baby is a part of the whole family now! I would have thought that you of all people; "the ever caring Mahra Mahha", would be able to understand that at least!"
Before Mahra even had a chance to respond, Lenne ran off to the bedroom, where she sobbed and tried to calm down. Mahra stood up and went to the wall of glass windows where she looked out at the city. It was over cast now completely grey in the sky and not a chance of sun any time soon.
She rubbed her face where Lenne had struck her, hoping to take the sting away. There was a similar sting in her heart as she thought about what they had just said to each other. How could she have been so horrible by hoping that the baby wouldn't survive? In actual fact she was jealous of Lenne. Mahra had been trying to have a baby for months, with no luck, and now Lenne turns up four weeks pregnant.
She was wrong for hoping that the bay would die. And in her jealous rage she had driven her sister to tears and put her in a state where she might actually lose the baby.
Lenne and I normally get along just fine, she thought to herself, letting a few tears spill down her face. It's not right for us to be fighting like this, if this is what she wants then it's what she wants. But I'd better let her calm down first before I apologize. Mahra had no reason to doubt Lenne, she'd always chosen what she thought was best, and it had worked every time so far, and there was no reason why it couldn't work this time... Of course, there was the issue of Shuyin always being away.
Shuyin stopped in an alcove along the corridor, and checked back to see if they the guards had followed him this way. It was silent. There couldn't be much further to go.
He slumped down against the smooth wall of the Bevelle underground and clutched his arm tightly where the bullet had just cut through his armour and grazed his skin badly. From his pocket he pulled out a potion bottle and poured a few drops onto the damaged area, and winced as it healed immediately.
Standing back up he checked the corridor again. It was still silent. Immediately he started to run down the way he was previously heading, and took a left turn. In front of him now was an automatic door. He stopped and looked at the floor. Just a few steps forward and the doors opened automatically onto a huge black chamber.
Once inside he removed his helmet and looked upon the face of the demonic machina that Bevelle had been hiding down here ready for when they declared war. He had learned on his last mission here that this was there most powerful weapon, capable of wiping out an entire city, like Zanarkand, in one blast.
Shuyin's plan was to sneak down here, like today, and figure out how to use it. He knew that soon all the summoners would be called to the front line to fight for Zanarkand, but their Aeons would be no match for this kind of weapon created by the Al Bhed. His plan as to figure out how to use it; against Bevelle.
"Y'know…" He said to the silent monster. "You're my only hope to save Lenne."
Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, and pulled out the gun in his armour to use it against his followers.
Lol, written and submitted in under two hours after the previous chapter... not much longer for the next one now.. Please leave reviews and pass on to friends so that they can ready it too x x x x