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Final Fantasy Ten too Tired	By : larch Category: Final Fantasy X > Het - Male/Female Views: 910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Isn�t it pretty?" Yuna asked, watching the sunset.

"Huh?" Seymour asked. "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

"Seymour," she said, beginning to scold him, and then realizing what he was initially looking at. "You were staring at me the whole time?"

"Is that bad?" he asked. Indeed he had been watching her the whole time she had been watching the scenery that the boat cruise boasted about, despite the fact that most of the time they were surrounded by tropical storm clouds.

Seymour hadn�t been watching her for the reason she thought, though. He had been wondering what exactly Yuna was up to, discarding the possibility of Yuna thinking he was attractive as being less likely than Auron voicing the fact that he liked something. Yuna wasn�t the person to purposely prey one someone�s weakness intentionally, he�d learned that much about her and she seemed more like the person he initially thought she was.

He had narrowed it down to pity or pregnancy, and then began wondering which one she wanted.

"Yuna, I�ve been thinking�"

"Well, don�t, it�s spoiling the mood."

"Um� what mood, because I think I missed it at least an hour ago."

"I just wanna watch the sunset, with you," Yuna said. "That kind of mood."

"Ah."

Yuna began to shiver as the sky grew darker and the sun faded from a red sliver to nothing at all. There were still traces of purple and green in the sky and she wanted to watch the stars come out. "Why won�t you hold me?"

"Should I?"

"You could change into something warmer�that was the wrong answer, wasn�t it?"

Yuna sighed.

"I� I�m sorry," he said. "I�ve been� distracted."

"With what?" she asked. "I planned all this so you wouldn�t have to think about anything."

Great, now she was angry with him.

"What could you possibly have to be distracted by? No one who could want to kill you has any clue where you are, you�re not injured anymore. What exactly is there for you to thi�"

"This isn�t just to get pregnant, is it?" he asked.

"�Oh," she answered. "Actually, that IS a good reason." Admittedly, she had forgotten about the fact that she had married Seymour in a pact to make Jyscal abdicate, and that he wouldn�t until she had a child by Seymour to prove their union�or that it was possible for Seymour to get someone of the female persuasion pregnant, which his father wasn�t a believer of. "Not really; I hadn�t really thought about that part in months."

"Ah," Seymour said, and Yuna didn�t like how distant he sounded.

"We could go back inside," she said. It was more of an invitation than a suggestion and it was obvious.

"Not really," he said.

Yuna said nothing and went back to staring at the sky, now slowly filling with stars that seemed to be vying for parking spaces in the some sections. She shivered again and pressed close to him, wrapping her arm around him, a bit too low for a purely platonic couple, but no one was looking and the height difference made anything less uncomfortable.

Despite the fact that he was still averse to the prospect of being slept with for the same reason people share their lunch with stray dogs that happen to wag their tails cutely, Seymour pressed closer himself.
* * * * *
Yuna had gone to bed before Seymour, so she couldn�t have tried anything if she thought he was in the mood�or dumb enough to try and put him in it.

He had stood, watching not the stars, but the black water for hours until the sun returned and told him to get some sleep.

"Sleep well?" Yuna asked as she got dressed, finding Seymour already finished getting ready. It really was rhetorical. She knew he�d returned hours after she�d gone to bed because he woke her up long enough for her to realize it was too early to be awake when he had opened the door. She didn�t truly awaken from it, but she was aware of the fact that he�d been tossing and turning all night, and finally woke her up when he rd oud out of bed, crashing on the floor and hitting the night stand�miraculously staying asleep through the whole ordeal.

He shrugged and yawned.

It was better than actually hearing about the details.

"We�ll be in Beseid in an hour or so," she said.

Seymour blinked drowsily at her and she could almost see the gears in his tired head turning slowly and she finished dressing as it sank in.

"Before you go out, I need to put something on you," she said, brushing her teeth.

"Put� something� but I did that," he said, retying the ribbons that held his two long locks together. "see?"

"Not that," she said, taking shinghing out of one of the shopping bags. Seymour feared she�d make him wear something as odd and function defeating as most of her sphere-made outfits.

"�?" He was too surprised and tired to manage any real words when he saw her pull out a bottle of what appeared to be oil. What exactly was she planning, did he want to know, and did she really expect him to be awake for it?

"It�s sun oil," Yuna said defensively. "Now sit down, I need to put it on you."

"It�s what?" he asked. His mind was trying to put two and two together properly, but all he got was three. He knew about nut oil. He had heard about baby oil. He was starting to get confused.

"Come on, sit down," she said. "You were getting a bit red in Kilika; you�re going to burn up in Beseid. Trust me, you�re not going to enjoy sunburn." She grabbed his hand and led him to sit on the bed, glad that there was something good about him being this tired.

"Hold still," she said, gently bushing oil onto his face.

"Yuna, I�m not�"

"You�re moving."

Obediently, he didn�t say anything, but had to concentrate not to jerk away from her touch. She couldn�t be sneaky enough to use this as an excuse to touch him like this, could she? No. Yuna wasn�t like that. Pity, yes, but she didn�t have tricks up her sleeve unless she didn�t like you. Besides, she had no clue. She didn�t understand what it was like to have been a priest for years, and having trained for it for even longer before that. She had no clue he had been in the situations she put him in.

She had no idea no one had ever traced their hands over him like this that he could remember. What he was used to when someone touched him was his father grabbing him to yell at him or start or continue a fight.

Yuna continued, touching where he�d never thought someone would touch him, even for such simple, innocent thing. She rubbed the slick liquid all over his chest, his back, and his neck where his hair failed to cover it, over his arms and his hands.

She helped him cover his legs with the stuff and when she stood up and started to put it on herself, he was extremely confused. Was she coming on to him, or was this just a strange tropical island custom people did no matter what relation they were to each other.

"Hmmm," she said to herself, staring at him.

He wondered if he had done something wrong, and if not, should he have to prevent whatever she was up to?

"I know!" she said and grabbed a flower from the bolted down vase on the bolted down dresser. "There!" she said proudly after fixing it in his hair "Don�t look at me like that!"

"Like whauot;uot; he asked with the same expression a cat has after a child puts it in a frilly doll�s dress.

"It make you look� tropical�fun"

"Yuna, I don�t think anyone really wants to correlate me with the term �fun.�"

"I do."

"I meant people who haven�t met me. In fact, some who already have wouldn�t."

"But you look so cute."

At that, Seymour decided not to argue anymore. He didn�t lie how happy�and thus determined�she sounded at the prospect of him being �cute� and didn�t ant to see how far she�d go to make sure he. H. He dreadey aly alternatives to the flower. Especially considering what her to best friends went around calling �fashion.�
* * * * *
He was now covered in grease, sweating heavily, was dressed up ridiculously�at least that�s what he thought of it�and now he was going to be shown off to a bunch of simple-minded xenophobic people who could be considered his in-laws since Yuna had been raised by the entire village. Seymour hadn�t even stepped onto Beseid and he was starting to hate it.

"Wow," Yuna commented to herself as she stepped off the boat, seeing the whole village gathered. "You�re already here?"

"You�ve been gone for half a year!" Someone yelled.

"Hey, Lookit!" someone yelled, obviously�despite how far back in the crowd they were�at Seymour.

"No to sound childish, but I�d like to go home now," Seymour sai Yun Yuna.

"Come on," she prodded, pulling him onto the dock. "I made sure Wakka�d tell them to leave you alone."

"Yuna, people take the term �Leave him alone� rather loosely when it comes to me," he said, untying the ribbons in his hair. "First they tell me to go away, then they laugh at me, then they insult me, then they start nagging me until they get bored and won�t come within three feet of me."

"Does he have to be here?" someone yelled, just before complaining Rikku smacked him.

"See?" Seymour asked, untying the last ribbon, sending his two long locks flying back to their original positions.

Half the crowd started laughing.

"I hate being right."

"Come on, one they get to know you�"

"Yuna, they don�t want to get to know me."

"Looks like a big ugly bird!" someone yelled.

"Hey, I wonder if he flies if we knocked him off a cliff!"

"Let�s try�Paine!"

Yuna sighed. She�d better say something before people started throwing things.

"We�re not afraid of you!" a man said, pulling his kids away from Seymour.

"And I�m not afraid of you," Seymour shot back and Yuna shot an elbow into his side.

"Be polite," Yuna scolded him.

"I was."

"Everyone," Yuna began, addressing the crowd. "This is my husband. We�re taking a late honeymoon here and we�ll be staying several days. I want him to enjoy his visit here."

The crowd was silent. True, they all knew Yuna, but him? Had she flipped or just smacked him into being good�or at least obedient? They began wondering whether they could trust her more than they couldn�t� trust him and, coming to no actual conclusion, began to ask their neighbors.

"Go on, mingle with the people, let them get to know you," Yuna said, shoving Seymour towards the crowd, the people backing away form him as she did.

"Not until I know they don�t have the custom of throwing fruit at people they don�t like."

"Here, just wait here and I�ll go see if Wakka managed to get us a hut to ourselves."

"Wait here for what?" he asked, but Yuna had used her height�or lack thereof if one wanted to be technical�to immediately blend into the crowd and disappeared before he finished his sentence.

"Oh my, just look at those nails!" Someone exclaimed grabbing his hand to show it to her neighbor. The good news was, no one with hostile intentions really felt like trying anything if Yuna might find out about it. The bad news was the only people who would dare talk to him invited themselves into a conversation with him�batty old ladies.

"Um, excuse me, but that�s my arm," Seymour said.

"Where do you get them done?"

"Done?"

"Who paints your nails?"

"Uh, they came that way."

"You mean blue and long and everything?"

"Well, yes."

"Do they always match your hair?"

"What, for everyone, or just me?"

"My, aren�t you tall," a short old lady asked.

"Um, not where I come from."

"Must�ve been a little awkward at first, mustn�t it?"

"What was?" Seymour asked.

"I�m sure you two worked out something. Couples always do. When�s she due?"

"Do what?" Seymour asked.

"I think your hair deis dripping down your face."

"Honey, leave him alone," the lady�s friend said. "I don�t think they�ve got it as worked out as you think. Look at her, she�s flatter than she is."

"Um what are you talking about�It is not!�can I please have my arm back, now?" Seymour asked frantically.

"Is your hair naturally like that or do you dye it? I think it�d look better slightly darker?"

"Ooh, big hands, you know what they say about that!"

"Hey!" Seymour protested, putting his hands behind his back.

"No, that�s feet dear."

"Well, he�s got that too. He must be huge."

"Oh, my, look at that, the poor boy�s going red in the face!"

"Shame on you!"

"Me, you were the one who said it!"

"You now, my husband would act so proud of himself if I talked about him like that."

"Well your husband isn�t built like that."

"How would you know?"

"It�s really a proportional thing; it has to do with height and build, not all that silly foot nonsense."

"I heard it was the length of your thumb to this finger."

"No, it�s this finger."

"Well, big hands or not, those are long fingers."

"Uh, can I lave, or do you need me here to insult me?" Seymour asked.

"Oh, we�re not insulting you."

"Quite the opposite, I�d say."

"Who exactly am I on honeymoon with? The entire island?"

"Oh, don�t be so silly."

"I�m not, I�m confused."

"You look pale, have you been getting enough sun?"

"Do they not feed you where you live? Look at you!"

"Why, what�s wrong with me?" he asked.

"Oh my, what young people wear these days."

"Yuna picked these out!"

"Nice flower," a familiar voice said.

"Paine, right?" Seymour said, very happy as she shooed the little old ladies away.

"Yeah, Yuna got a hut for you and I�m not carrying any of your stuff."

"That�s fine, I�m not above manual labor. Just please keep people from talking to me like that."

"Like what? I wasn�t here for much of it."

"Um� never mind."

"You okay, you look a bit red in the cheeks."

"I�m fine."

"I guess he sunburns easily," Paine said to herself.
* * * * *
Avoiding people�and another conversation he was hardly a part of�had been easier than he�d hoped. It was staying in what little shade there was as he adjusted to the heat that was more difficult.

Eventually the sun decided to leave him alone and go back to painting the sky different colors again.

Also to his luck, Yuna had left him alone to �get acquainted� while she unpacked and talked with her friends. The only thing he got acquainted with was cold pool f water he used to wash the sweat off himself and Wakka politely asked if he�d not sneak up on him.

So far, once he�d escaped Yuna� batty old in-laws that obviously were being affected by being stuck on such a small island for so long, it had been a good day.

Day.

Night was something else entirely.

Once the sun had set, Yuna dragged him to dinner, which turned out to be e public potluck.

First, the old ladies returned. Thankfully Paine chased them off again, but not before Seymour�s cheeks had been pinched raw. Second, it was quite a scavenger hunt to find something that hadn�t once swum, crawled, oozes, squiggled, or otherwise live in some fashion in the water. He�d been lost in less difficult temples to navigate than the table of food and around people who treated him as if he were either afflicted by a contagious disease, or he were four.

He noticed the looks from the younger women�even ones that were married�and he remembered why he was here, and why he didn�t like it in the least.

"What are you so unhappy about?" Paine asked, noticing his expression going from bored and sullen to pensively pessimistic (not in the �I think it�s going to rain tomorrow� pessimistic, but more �There�s a giant ball of fire heading toward this planet unless does something. I think I�ll go write my will.�)

"I just realized I�m either going to starve on what�s supposed to be the best week of my life, or I�m going to ruin it be vomiting all over Yuna," Seymour said, thankful he had something to say that wasn�t a transparent lie. "Fish is one of those things that you either learn to like as a child or you don�t go anywhere that doesn�t serve an alternative."

"I take it you didn�t partake in any planning any of this."

"I didn�t know about it until she started dragging me a few suitcases outside."

"At least you have something to look forward to," Paine said, slapping him on the back.

"Why are you here, anyway?" he asked. "Am I being babysat again?"

"Actually, yes. Yuna asked me to make sure no one decided to start a food fight against you. I think she�s trying to solve your fish problem."

"Seymour!" they heard, and Yuna came running as fast as she could with a plate of food that Seymour wondered if it was going to start making it�s way off the plate. "Look what I found! I knew you didn�t like fish, so I got you some other stuff."

Seymour put his resolve into not letting Yuna know what he thought of her solving his fish problem with mollusks.

Paine snuck off, thinking the situation might need a few more �babysitters.�
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