Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Designed To Fade ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: tuatha danaan 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 509 | Visits: 448 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Angst / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 509 | Visits: 448 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: This Is My Story (working title)
by: Tuatha Danaan
Summary: I have travelled a long road, from one world to another and back again. Now I must complete the journey.
Classification: Auron fic, Angst, some Humour, Auron/Braska relationship, Auron/Rikku relationship
Rating: R (possibly NC-17 in later chapters)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to squaresoft, but this story is mine.
A/N: I started this prologue a while ago, and during a recent brief hiatus with A Secret Journey I wrote some more scenes for this fic. I hope you all like it so far. Feedback is welcomed, email tuatha@coastalnet.com.au Thanks.
Prologue
I am not a fiend.
I am not a monster.
It is my daily mantra and my morning prayer as I run a hand over my face when I wake, checking that I'm still human. I haven't changed into something else as I slept. It is a nightmare that I have frequently, one that I am glad to have awakened from. My face is still recognisable, and the stubble I feel reminds me that I need to shave today. I am going to the blitzball tournament, and it wouldn't do to scare the fans off.
Jecht left me floating in shallow water, in a tiny bay of an island just south of Kilika, and it took me a week to get a boat from there and finally here to Luca. I'd had no idea where the boy was, only hoping that Jecht would deposit him somewhere safely. I decided to head here in the hope that the lure of blitzball would bring him here to me, and I was gratified to see him on the sphere when the players arrived on the boats yesterday.
Later I look into the cracked glass above the sink in the bathroom of the inn and wonder why my mind has seen fit to add the appropriate years, although I haven't celebrated a birthday in the last ten years. It is a ghoulish thought and I smile grimly to myself, a lightening of my reflection as I hold the blade of the razor to my throat.
Strange thoughts often fill my mind. I know that if the razor slipped it wouldn't kill me, but I wonder. Would my mind create a new scar for me to carry around? It's another thought that provides vague amusement, even in death I have to be careful not to slip.
I take everything with me, my sword, my tokkuri. I don't expect to return to the inn. I had of course heard that a new summoner was arriving from the isle of Besaid, Braska's daughter. Everyone was talking about the High Summoners' daughter and how she could be the new hope of Spira. Once I find Tidus we will be seeking out the summoner's party to join their pilgrimage. I made a promise to Braska, one to Jecht and one to myself. This time I won't fail. I will keep those promises I made, for all our sakes.
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by: Tuatha Danaan
Summary: I have travelled a long road, from one world to another and back again. Now I must complete the journey.
Classification: Auron fic, Angst, some Humour, Auron/Braska relationship, Auron/Rikku relationship
Rating: R (possibly NC-17 in later chapters)
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to squaresoft, but this story is mine.
A/N: I started this prologue a while ago, and during a recent brief hiatus with A Secret Journey I wrote some more scenes for this fic. I hope you all like it so far. Feedback is welcomed, email tuatha@coastalnet.com.au Thanks.
Prologue
I am not a fiend.
I am not a monster.
It is my daily mantra and my morning prayer as I run a hand over my face when I wake, checking that I'm still human. I haven't changed into something else as I slept. It is a nightmare that I have frequently, one that I am glad to have awakened from. My face is still recognisable, and the stubble I feel reminds me that I need to shave today. I am going to the blitzball tournament, and it wouldn't do to scare the fans off.
Jecht left me floating in shallow water, in a tiny bay of an island just south of Kilika, and it took me a week to get a boat from there and finally here to Luca. I'd had no idea where the boy was, only hoping that Jecht would deposit him somewhere safely. I decided to head here in the hope that the lure of blitzball would bring him here to me, and I was gratified to see him on the sphere when the players arrived on the boats yesterday.
Later I look into the cracked glass above the sink in the bathroom of the inn and wonder why my mind has seen fit to add the appropriate years, although I haven't celebrated a birthday in the last ten years. It is a ghoulish thought and I smile grimly to myself, a lightening of my reflection as I hold the blade of the razor to my throat.
Strange thoughts often fill my mind. I know that if the razor slipped it wouldn't kill me, but I wonder. Would my mind create a new scar for me to carry around? It's another thought that provides vague amusement, even in death I have to be careful not to slip.
I take everything with me, my sword, my tokkuri. I don't expect to return to the inn. I had of course heard that a new summoner was arriving from the isle of Besaid, Braska's daughter. Everyone was talking about the High Summoners' daughter and how she could be the new hope of Spira. Once I find Tidus we will be seeking out the summoner's party to join their pilgrimage. I made a promise to Braska, one to Jecht and one to myself. This time I won't fail. I will keep those promises I made, for all our sakes.
XxxxxxXxxxxxX