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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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"Seymour, hey�" Yuna said as she came in the hut.

Seymour had gone and done it again, tried to smooth things over before attempting to ignore it all. There were a few flowers�fragrant and brightly colored�on the bed on her side. Seymour was sitting in a corner, peacefully, not moving, with his eyes closed.

"Seymour?" she asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He grabbed it, no change in expression, not even his eyes opened.

"I�m not asleep; its called �meditation.�"

"That�s great, come on, I�ve got all these great things planned for today!"

Seymour sighed and stood up.

"Get ready," she said, going through bags and suitcases. "Where�d I put those?"

"Ready for what?" he asked, silently finishing it with �the end of the world?�

"Here they are!t; st; she said, holding two very tiny pieces of clothing.

"Yuna, don�t you think it�s a bit early in the morning for that?"

"Too early for swimming?"

"That�s a bathing suit?" he asked. "That�s practically lingerie. How�are you going� to�fit?" he asked, now thinking about the concept.

"Are you complaining about that?"

"I�m� not sure�"

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Seymour stood on the dock, watching Wakka and the gullwings in the water and trying to get too distracted about it, or to let it show.

Meanwhile, the Beseid Aurochs were practicing on the beach and making comments they thought were funny about him.

"Come on Seymour, join us!" Yuna prodded for what seemed to be the eleven thousandth time.

"Yuna," he said, finally answering her instead of just standing there and trying harder to blend in with the background. "I don�t�"

"Yeah, jump in!" Rikku said.

Paine was discreet enough to not say anything.

Wakka, on the other hand: "Let �em stay on the dock. I don�t wanna have him messin� up the game. You gotta ask him in the water every time you score a goal?"

"I invited him here an hour before you guys showed up here!" Yuna said, throwing the blitzball."

"Well then he�s been here for three hours. I don�t think anythingrt ort of a blow to the head�s gonna get him in the water," Wakka said, hitting the ball.

"You shoulda told us you wanted the beach to yourselv�eep!" Rikku said, lunging for the ball and her bathing suit only following halfway.

Seymour had his hand over his face and the four mistook it for modesty.

"Damnit, you better not to that if mine comes off!" Yuna yelled.

�Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now�� Seymour prayed.

"Hey ugly!" one of the Beseid Auroch's yelled.

�Great,� Seymour thought. �Not only am I being insulted by the stupidest blitzball players in the world, but they�re not even creative.� He turned his head to see what stupidity they had in store for him, but before he even saw it coming at him, he was hit in the face with a blitzball.

Things seemed to happen in different order for everyone.

For Seymour, his bare feet left the dock, his elbow hit the water, the ball left his face finally, and then water engulfed his face from all sides.

Yuna remembered trying to scream before his face hit the water, but he never heard it.

Rikku thought she heard Yuna scream after that, then her yet-to-be-fastened bathing suit fell down again.

Paine remembered the team laughing before he hit the water, going silent when he wasn�t reacting the way they thought he would: swim.

Yuna remembered yelling his name, Rikku remembered getting ready to dive, but Paine and Wakka beat her to it.

Yuna remembered a longer time for the three to be under than the others did.

When Paine and Wakka both surfaced, along with an obviously alive Seymour, as proven by the violent coughing fit trying to replace water in his lungs with air, Rikku hadn�t yet fastened her top.

"Seymour!" Yuna said, cralwing onto the dock as Wakka let go and Paine helped Seymour lift himself out of the water until he had both a firm grip on the dock and on his shorts, which were threatening to take another spontaneous dip.

"Seymour are you okay?"

"I kept trying to tell you I couldn�t swim," he answered when he could catch his breath enough.

Seeing that there were no more people who needed to be rescued from other people�s stupidity, Wakka started yelling at the entire team, the members of which all started blaming each other on who started it, whose idea it was, and who dared who to do what.

Rikku fastened her top.

"That guy can�t do anything but complain," Paine said.

"Paine!" Rikku complained.

"Where exactly am I going to learn to swim in guadosalam?" Seymour asked.

"That�s a good point," Rikku said.

"You mean Wakka lost to a team that wasn�t even near water?" Paine asked. "That� worse that being slower than things covered in fur."

"You didn�t tell me you couldn�t swim," Yuna said.

"I was trying to."

"Well, looks like a midnight skinny dipping is out of the question," Paine said. Using the kiddie pool takes all the romance out of things if you know what I mean."

"Yes, and so does the feeling of having inhaled a small island fish," Seymour said.

"I got a great idea," Yuna said.

"Oh, no," Seymour muttered.

"How would you know?" Rikku asked Paine.

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"I don�t like being in the shallows," Wakka complained.

"Then go somewhere else," Seymour said. "In fact, go play blitzball, I don�t want to get in the way."

"Yuna, I think he�s trying to tell you something," Paine said.

"Come on, it�s easy," Yuna said. "We�re righre are and Wakka sent the team home."

"Yuna, let me be blunt," Seymour said, crossing his arms. "I don�t want to learn to swim."

"I did a lot of this for your culture," Yuna said. "It�s fun, you�ll see."

Seymour decided he didn�t want to get into an argument about all the other things she had said were going to be fun. Especially not with her friends here. He�d lose the argument and he�d lose face. He was already being humiliated; he didn�t need to add to it himself.

"What exactly did you learn?" Paine asked.

"Uh� Well� I�d rather not discuss it�" Yuna said.

"Come on, it can�t be that bad, you two haven�t gotten anywhere together."

"Paine!" Yuna complained.

"No, we�re fine not knowing," Wakka said.

"I�m bored," Rikku complained.

"Seymour, just put your head underwater," Yuna said.

"I already put my head underwater!" he said. "When I nearly drowned."

"Well, this way you won�t."

"Yuna, no. I don�t want to swim."

"Of course you do, here!" she said, grabbing him and showing him underwater, holding him there until he struggled free.

Wakka chuckled.

Seymour glared, but did nothing. There was nothing he could do and get away with.

"Yuna, this is not a fun game," he said.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. "You�ll get the hang of this in no time."

"I don�t want to," he said. "Ever."

"You�ll like it once you learn how."

"I have not had good experiences with learning things Yuna."

"I don�t understand."

He wasn�t about to tell her in front of her friends. He wasn�t about to admit what he�d learned or how to these people. He didn�t even want to tell Yuna. Losing face in front of her was bad enough; he didn�t want to be publicly humiliated. "It means if you want to have fun, you are free to have fun without me." He turned around and slowly stomped out of the water and then across the beach into the jungle.

"Does this mean blitzball�s off?" Paine asked.

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Yuna found Seymour brushing his damp hair in their hut. He watched himself carefully in the mirror as he smoothed his locks oves eas ears and around his face.

"Seymour?" she asked.

t;Yot;You needn�t have stopped your game on account of me," he said.

"No, it�s okay, I understand," she said.

�Understand� was not what Seymour wanted Yuna to do for him, but he didn�t voice any protest. She said she loved him. She sounded so heartfelt at the time. This was Yuna; she didn�t play with people when they were so vulnerable to lie to them like that. If she loved him, he could put his heart in her hands and trust her not to break it. He wouldn�t compete with her, nor would he plead with her.

Still, everything she did made him feel worse, brought unwanted attention to him, and he had no way of defending himself from blows to his dignity.

"You wanna�"

"It doesn�t involve water, does it?" he asked, not turning from the mirror. He didn�t look happy with it as he set the brush down.

"You�ve gotta be hungry by now," Yuna said. "I just packed a picnic and I know a great place."

"I�d love to," he said, looking down somewhat.
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"What do you think?" Yuna asked, setting the basket down. "Isn�t it beautiful?"

"I�ll have to admit that it is," Seymour said. He hadn�t seen a part of Guadosalam with this many flowers, let alone with ones so colorful.

"Here, sit down," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the perfect place to sit.

"Watch," she said.

"Why? What�s�"

"Shhh."

They both sat there in silence. She held her hand over his and he nervously tried to keep his eyes off of it. He had no idea what she really wanted the gesture to maffeaffection of just holding him still. He wasn�t too sure if he�d like her surprise, either. He had never been a fan of surprises and he still felt waterlogged from the swimming lessons.

After several minutes, the colors shifted around them. The flowers wavered back and forth and then shot into an explosion of color.

Seymour almost tried to defend himself, only realizing it was a mass of thousands of harmless butterflies and a few birds, who began preening and chirping.

The butterflies fluttered and shuffled and rearranged themselves, coloring the sky in a myriad of color, before settling back on the branches and leaves. They knew the humans were there, but so far neither seemed dangerous�yet.

The butterflies continued to flutter at their leisure about both of them as Yuna took out some food.

When she turned back, she noticed Seymour�s expression of carefree delight at the colors had faded and he looked as if he were seeing more than was actually in front of him, like watching a ghost. Considering his heritage, and how little she knew about half of it, it could have been possible.

"Seymour?" she asked, brushing the edge of a sandwich against his lips. "You hungry?"

"Hmm? Oh, right. Thank you," he said, gently taking the food from her and turning back to his mystery spot and his somber expression.

"Something the matter?" she asked, noticing he wasn�t eating. In fact, he held his food so still in his lap a brave butterfly had decided to try it out.

"For a moment there, you made me forget we were on an island. It made the spectacle so much better," he said. "Over there." He pointed, startling the butterfly, only for it to return, determined to have its share of his sandwich. "Between those two branches. You can see the sea."

"Right there! Look, you can see the sunset on the waves, you�re right," she said, moving closer to her, scaring two new butterflies away, but only for a moment. "I always thought the sea looked beautiful."

There was a long silence and when Yuna finally turned to Seymour, he was staring at his butterfly-covered sandwich. "I never liked the sea. The first time I saw it�was on Baaj. I�m sorry if my thinking that way has ruined whatever you had planned."

"Are you scared?" she asked.

"Not in the same way," he admitted. "I just never liked islands after that."

Neither said anything after that until much later.

Seymour managed to toss his (fish) sandwich into a bush once the butterflies left, as the sky grew dark. Yuna just leaned on him, holding his arm, running her hand over it feel the shape of his muscles.

"It�s cold," Yuna said, blankly after a while.

"It is," Seymour replied, still staring at the sea, as if he could stare all the way to Baaj in that tiny little patch.

Yuna sighed. That wasn�t what she had wanted to hear. She wanted his arms around her or that he at least suggest they go somewhere to warm up. "Let�s go," she said, grabbing the basket of uneaten food, and she left for the hut.

Suddenly, in the dark, on and island, Seymour felt scared. He stood up and looked at the darkness all around him.

If he wasng tng to be left somewhere with no place for escape again, he refused to be alone. He ran after Yuna, keeping as close as he could to her when he caught up. For once, when she tried taking his hand, he didn�t refuse in the slightest.
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"Yuna, I said stop it!" Lulu heard. Seymour and Yuna hadn�t returned the last three times she�d checked on their hut and she was growing worried. Well, apparently, they were back now.

"OW!" she heard Yuna yelled. "That� hurt!"

"Well, if you�d stop squirming!"

Wondering what exactly what was going on�and knowing she�d have to break it up anyway�Lulu barged into the hut.

"Let go of me!" Seymour yelled, trying to wrestle Yuna off of him.

"I said, get in the bed!"

"Get off me!" he yelled, pulling his arm out of her hand

"Would you come on?" she yelled, grabbing his arm again and trying to pull him toward the bed.

"I said get off, Yuna!" he yelled, swinging his free arm, and it was a mistake. His hand met with her face.

He froze. He hadn�t meant to. He noticed Lulu just before Yuna reacted to the slap.

She screamed, slapping him back, as hard as she could, putting her whole body into it, and hitting him so hard, he was thrown back a step.

He clenched his hands to keep from rubbing the wound. Despite the tiny tickle of blood escaping his lips, he refused to lose face, even in front of Yuna. He wouldn�t admit the pain, physical or otherwise, that she�d dealt him. He watched and studied her face.

There was nothing there but anger. He�d fought her and he meant it. He hadn�t actually hurt her, but he did intend to put up a fight. She hated that.

Seymour�s eyes didn�t waver. He never showed any sign of even having felt the slap other than stopping immediately after it. He�d played this game with his father before. Fights weren�t just about violence and who could inflict the most on the other. Fights were about dignity, about control, about who had it and who �t. �t. He refused to play it with Yuna.

He�d decided to trust her with his heart, to tear down the defensive walls of keeping her at the same distance as his enemies and he�d made a mistake. He was an idiot. He would always be an idiot. He always made some stupid mistake and gave his opponent the opportunity to tear him apart.

Lulu was about to speak up, making sure the two knew she was there and breaking the tense silence before something else happened, but Seymour interrupted.

"Get away from me, Yuna," he said flatly, holding back his anger. He wasn�t angry at Yuna. He had a hard time ever being angry at her. He was angry at himself for being so naïve about her.

Yuna didn�t say anything. She didn�t move.

Lulu took a small step forward.

"Yuna. Please don�t touch me again," he said, now regaining his calm, smug demeanor. If he pretended he was in control, he�d regain some, as well as some dignity. "And please move."

Yuna backed away, wondering at the change in his tone.

He walked past her and Lulu and wandered outside.

Yuna stared at the doorway, wondering for several minutes if she should follow. She finally decided not to, that it�d be better for him to clear his head. "I�m fine," she said.
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