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kinkfestTitle: Hearing Voices
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jessicamariek
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild spoilers for most of the game.
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Yuna/Aeons: isolation - even without Guardians, she is never alone.
Word count: 1525
Summary: It was a dark and stormy night...and they had many battles in the morning. The night before the final battle with Sin, Yuna has a bit of a chat with her aeons.
A/N: This is late by, like, an hour - whoops. :P Many thanks to my awesome betapearlrose86. :)
It’s not the lightning that wakes her, nor is it the staccato of raindrops on the window. It’s the voices that only she can hear.
We need to talk to you. Come outside?
…Do I have to?
Please, Yuna. This is important.
Alright…
Yuna slips out of bed – carefully, as she doesn’t want to have to explain to Tidus where she’s going at this time of night – and grabs her robe off the chair. He mutters something in his sleep, and she brushes one hand over his hair before padding barefoot to the door. She knows that anyone else claiming to hear voices telling them to go somewhere, especially out on the airship deck in the middle of a storm, would be called a lunatic, but she’s got an excuse. Well, several excuses, and most of them like being outside for some reason. Even in the rain.
She steps out onto the deck, looks around, and makes a face. The deck’s completely open, which is nice when it’s warm and breezy, but not so much when it’s been raining since sundown. She sighs, and leans against the wall under one of the small overhangs on the side. It doesn’t completely shelter her from the rain, but at least it’s something. They can all just deal with the fact that she doesn’t like getting drenched. Yuna closes her eyes and draws in, pulling herself into the half-real space inside her own consciousness.
She can’t help but smile when she opens her eyes on the familiar, hazy-edged dreamscape – Valefor and Bahamut are chasing Yojimbo’s dog around in circles around the pillars, and they’re giggling. It makes her happy to see them act like the children they appear to be, instead of…well, fayth. Ifrit, Ixion, Yojimbo and the Sisters are playing some sort of card game – Yuna’s not sure what. Shiva turns to see her, and smiles gently.
“Hello, Yuna,” she says with a smile, laying aside whatever was in her hands. Yuna knows that in life, she enjoyed needlework, so perhaps she carries that pastime with her here. Daigoro barks and dashes over to Yuna, licking her hand before returning to his master’s side.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” she shakes her head ruefully. Valefor laughs and runs over to her and Yuna sweeps the child up into a hug. She’s always found it appropriate that the Phoenix, symbol of life undying, takes human form as a lively, affectionate little girl with pigtails.
“There’s no such thing as time here,” Ifrit says with a chuckle. “You know that.”
“Well, there’s time where I am, and it’s a couple hours past midnight at the moment, and I was sound asleep.”
“You’re all wet,” Valefor giggles, running her hands through Yuna’s damp hair.
“That’s because it’s also raining out there.” She pulls a face as she sits down, and the small girl wriggles into a comfortable position in her lap. “I hate getting rained on. Anyway, what’s so important that you yank me away from a nice warm bed – “
“Not to mention nice warm boyfriend,” Cindy murmurs, which makes her sisters giggle.
“– and out into the storm in the middle of the night? And I heard that,” Yuna finishes, sending a quick look over at the three of them. Shiva just chuckles, a little too knowingly, and Yuna can’t help but blush a little. She knows the fayth have a habit of peeking in on her from within this dreamy universe, but just how often?
“You do have a plan for how to finish this, right?” Shiva asks. Yuna nods, and sketches out their strategy – the Hymn, the battles, cutting through to the center of Sin, defeating Sir Jecht (the very thought makes her heart hurt, because she still remembers him showing her all sorts of trick shots, and laughing happily at her reactions), and then… the stark finality of the final few steps. Ifrit and Yojimbo ask her questions, about how they plan to handle this or that complication or roadblock, and she’s suddenly glad that Wakka and Auron spent as long as they did talking this over from every conceivable direction while the rest of them sat around trying not to look so bored. It makes her shudder to think of just how enormous the effects of their plan will be, though. For this new world, this new future, they will utterly destroy the old one.
“It’s a good plan,” Yojimbo says finally, nodding and stroking his dog’s head. “You leave nothing to chance.”
“It’s a sure shot. What I’d give to see the look on that old bastard’s face when he realizes you guys have him in the corner…” Ifrit laughs, an evil little sound, and Shiva rolls her eyes and slaps him on the back of the head. “Ow, hey, OK, I’ll watch my mouth!” Yuna smiles briefly – theirs is a very familiar dynamic, for some reason.
“I can’t say I’m going to particularly enjoy this, though. Especially…” she trails off, looking around her.
“Especially our part in it,” Ixion finishes for her, and she sighs.
“The best I can do is to ask them to make it fast,” she says, pressing her cheek against the little girl’s hair. It always hurts her to see any of them fall in battle, and there’s no reason for her to think it will be any easier because her friends are the ones delivering the blows. Though they see her aeons as powerful, intimidating creatures that can devastate on a whim, when she summons she sees them as she does now – humans, allies, friends.
“There’s something else, isn’t there,” Anima says softly. It’s a statement more than a question, and Yuna bites her lip.
“It’s just…it’s too perfect,” she says, eyes shut tight. “Something bad is going to happen, I just know it.” She shakes her head a little, and Valefor wraps her arms around Yuna’s neck. “It’s – I shouldn’t be afraid now, but… I am.”A small hand comes to rest on her shoulder, and she looks up at Bahamut standing in front of her. The little boy’s expression is somber, almost grieved, and when she speaks it’s slow, almost dragging on the words. “I’m right…aren’t I.”
“There’s always a price, Yuna,” he says sadly. “Always. And the greater the victory, the higher the forfeit.”
“I wish we could fix it, but there’s really no way,” Mindy says, her girlish voice soft and mournful. “There’s only so much we can do…”
“We’ll make up for it someday.” Shiva speaks quietly, but there’s the hint of steely certainty in her tone that always makes Yuna wonder if one of the abilities the woman gained when she was transformed into a fayth was knowledge of the future – she’s made statements like this before, in that tone of voice, and all of them have been right. Shiva knows more than she lets on, Yuna’s sure of it. “Someday,” she says again, her expression halfway between apologetic and hopeful.
“That’s out in the future,” Anima says. “Yuna, tomorrow’s going to be busy. You’ll need to be at your peak.” Even as a fayth her maternal instincts still run strong, especially towards Yuna, and oddly, Rikku. “You should get some sleep.”
“You know, I was sort of trying to do that, when you decided you wanted to wake me up,” she fires back, laughing a little. Valefor slides off her lap, then turns and hugs her again.
“It’ll be OK, Yuna,” she says, all chirpy childish voice and unfailing optimism. “Not sure how, but it’ll be OK.” Yuna can’t help but smile back at her. The girl’s cheerful outlook is a little contagious, even when they’re facing a situation like this.
“I hope you’re right.” She stands and straightens her robe. “I should probably be getting back, anyway. The others wanted to get an early start.” She looks around at the fayth, trying her hardest not to think of it as ‘one last time’ and failing miserably at it. When the sun sets tomorrow, she will no longer be a summoner – because they will no longer be here for her to summon. Ifrit grins lopsidedly at her.
“Go get some rest, eh, Yuna? It’s a long way left to go in the morning,” he says, almost gently. “And hey, when it comes? Give us somethin’ to fight, huh? Make it fun!” Yuna laughs a little – even now, he makes jokes, even about their impending doom. She nods, smiling.
“You know I don’t like attacking things myself – and I’d have an especially hard time trying to fight against you. I’ll ask the others to give you a challenge, though.” She pauses, and then speaks to all of them. “Thank you so much. For everything.” She closes her eyes and feels her consciousness flow back into the slender form on the airship deck.
Yuna opens her eyes, and stands up, looks down at herself. She’s not as soaked as she was afraid she’d be, and the rain seems to be letting up. She looks out into the distance for a moment, then turns and walks back inside.
Author:
jessicamariekFandom: Final Fantasy X
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild spoilers for most of the game.
Prompt: Final Fantasy X, Yuna/Aeons: isolation - even without Guardians, she is never alone.
Word count: 1525
Summary: It was a dark and stormy night...and they had many battles in the morning. The night before the final battle with Sin, Yuna has a bit of a chat with her aeons.
A/N: This is late by, like, an hour - whoops. :P Many thanks to my awesome beta
pearlrose86. :) It’s not the lightning that wakes her, nor is it the staccato of raindrops on the window. It’s the voices that only she can hear.
We need to talk to you. Come outside?
…Do I have to?
Please, Yuna. This is important.
Alright…
Yuna slips out of bed – carefully, as she doesn’t want to have to explain to Tidus where she’s going at this time of night – and grabs her robe off the chair. He mutters something in his sleep, and she brushes one hand over his hair before padding barefoot to the door. She knows that anyone else claiming to hear voices telling them to go somewhere, especially out on the airship deck in the middle of a storm, would be called a lunatic, but she’s got an excuse. Well, several excuses, and most of them like being outside for some reason. Even in the rain.
She steps out onto the deck, looks around, and makes a face. The deck’s completely open, which is nice when it’s warm and breezy, but not so much when it’s been raining since sundown. She sighs, and leans against the wall under one of the small overhangs on the side. It doesn’t completely shelter her from the rain, but at least it’s something. They can all just deal with the fact that she doesn’t like getting drenched. Yuna closes her eyes and draws in, pulling herself into the half-real space inside her own consciousness.
She can’t help but smile when she opens her eyes on the familiar, hazy-edged dreamscape – Valefor and Bahamut are chasing Yojimbo’s dog around in circles around the pillars, and they’re giggling. It makes her happy to see them act like the children they appear to be, instead of…well, fayth. Ifrit, Ixion, Yojimbo and the Sisters are playing some sort of card game – Yuna’s not sure what. Shiva turns to see her, and smiles gently.
“Hello, Yuna,” she says with a smile, laying aside whatever was in her hands. Yuna knows that in life, she enjoyed needlework, so perhaps she carries that pastime with her here. Daigoro barks and dashes over to Yuna, licking her hand before returning to his master’s side.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” she shakes her head ruefully. Valefor laughs and runs over to her and Yuna sweeps the child up into a hug. She’s always found it appropriate that the Phoenix, symbol of life undying, takes human form as a lively, affectionate little girl with pigtails.
“There’s no such thing as time here,” Ifrit says with a chuckle. “You know that.”
“Well, there’s time where I am, and it’s a couple hours past midnight at the moment, and I was sound asleep.”
“You’re all wet,” Valefor giggles, running her hands through Yuna’s damp hair.
“That’s because it’s also raining out there.” She pulls a face as she sits down, and the small girl wriggles into a comfortable position in her lap. “I hate getting rained on. Anyway, what’s so important that you yank me away from a nice warm bed – “
“Not to mention nice warm boyfriend,” Cindy murmurs, which makes her sisters giggle.
“– and out into the storm in the middle of the night? And I heard that,” Yuna finishes, sending a quick look over at the three of them. Shiva just chuckles, a little too knowingly, and Yuna can’t help but blush a little. She knows the fayth have a habit of peeking in on her from within this dreamy universe, but just how often?
“You do have a plan for how to finish this, right?” Shiva asks. Yuna nods, and sketches out their strategy – the Hymn, the battles, cutting through to the center of Sin, defeating Sir Jecht (the very thought makes her heart hurt, because she still remembers him showing her all sorts of trick shots, and laughing happily at her reactions), and then… the stark finality of the final few steps. Ifrit and Yojimbo ask her questions, about how they plan to handle this or that complication or roadblock, and she’s suddenly glad that Wakka and Auron spent as long as they did talking this over from every conceivable direction while the rest of them sat around trying not to look so bored. It makes her shudder to think of just how enormous the effects of their plan will be, though. For this new world, this new future, they will utterly destroy the old one.
“It’s a good plan,” Yojimbo says finally, nodding and stroking his dog’s head. “You leave nothing to chance.”
“It’s a sure shot. What I’d give to see the look on that old bastard’s face when he realizes you guys have him in the corner…” Ifrit laughs, an evil little sound, and Shiva rolls her eyes and slaps him on the back of the head. “Ow, hey, OK, I’ll watch my mouth!” Yuna smiles briefly – theirs is a very familiar dynamic, for some reason.
“I can’t say I’m going to particularly enjoy this, though. Especially…” she trails off, looking around her.
“Especially our part in it,” Ixion finishes for her, and she sighs.
“The best I can do is to ask them to make it fast,” she says, pressing her cheek against the little girl’s hair. It always hurts her to see any of them fall in battle, and there’s no reason for her to think it will be any easier because her friends are the ones delivering the blows. Though they see her aeons as powerful, intimidating creatures that can devastate on a whim, when she summons she sees them as she does now – humans, allies, friends.
“There’s something else, isn’t there,” Anima says softly. It’s a statement more than a question, and Yuna bites her lip.
“It’s just…it’s too perfect,” she says, eyes shut tight. “Something bad is going to happen, I just know it.” She shakes her head a little, and Valefor wraps her arms around Yuna’s neck. “It’s – I shouldn’t be afraid now, but… I am.”A small hand comes to rest on her shoulder, and she looks up at Bahamut standing in front of her. The little boy’s expression is somber, almost grieved, and when she speaks it’s slow, almost dragging on the words. “I’m right…aren’t I.”
“There’s always a price, Yuna,” he says sadly. “Always. And the greater the victory, the higher the forfeit.”
“I wish we could fix it, but there’s really no way,” Mindy says, her girlish voice soft and mournful. “There’s only so much we can do…”
“We’ll make up for it someday.” Shiva speaks quietly, but there’s the hint of steely certainty in her tone that always makes Yuna wonder if one of the abilities the woman gained when she was transformed into a fayth was knowledge of the future – she’s made statements like this before, in that tone of voice, and all of them have been right. Shiva knows more than she lets on, Yuna’s sure of it. “Someday,” she says again, her expression halfway between apologetic and hopeful.
“That’s out in the future,” Anima says. “Yuna, tomorrow’s going to be busy. You’ll need to be at your peak.” Even as a fayth her maternal instincts still run strong, especially towards Yuna, and oddly, Rikku. “You should get some sleep.”
“You know, I was sort of trying to do that, when you decided you wanted to wake me up,” she fires back, laughing a little. Valefor slides off her lap, then turns and hugs her again.
“It’ll be OK, Yuna,” she says, all chirpy childish voice and unfailing optimism. “Not sure how, but it’ll be OK.” Yuna can’t help but smile back at her. The girl’s cheerful outlook is a little contagious, even when they’re facing a situation like this.
“I hope you’re right.” She stands and straightens her robe. “I should probably be getting back, anyway. The others wanted to get an early start.” She looks around at the fayth, trying her hardest not to think of it as ‘one last time’ and failing miserably at it. When the sun sets tomorrow, she will no longer be a summoner – because they will no longer be here for her to summon. Ifrit grins lopsidedly at her.
“Go get some rest, eh, Yuna? It’s a long way left to go in the morning,” he says, almost gently. “And hey, when it comes? Give us somethin’ to fight, huh? Make it fun!” Yuna laughs a little – even now, he makes jokes, even about their impending doom. She nods, smiling.
“You know I don’t like attacking things myself – and I’d have an especially hard time trying to fight against you. I’ll ask the others to give you a challenge, though.” She pauses, and then speaks to all of them. “Thank you so much. For everything.” She closes her eyes and feels her consciousness flow back into the slender form on the airship deck.
Yuna opens her eyes, and stands up, looks down at herself. She’s not as soaked as she was afraid she’d be, and the rain seems to be letting up. She looks out into the distance for a moment, then turns and walks back inside.
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