Author's Note: Boom, well here's chapter two. I've almost finished (the story and a few sidequests) in FFX :( My first playthrough actually, and it's been amazing, ofc! Clearly, not enough Seymour but what can you do? :) This is what this story's for! Hopefully, readers won't scrutinize it too closely but be my guest if you want to. I've tried my hardest to incorporate the personalities of the characters into this, but because this is only fan fiction and the characters are not my own, they may seem slightly OOC from time to time. Hopefully not too much though. This isn't the last chapter, hopefully it will be about three or four, maybe even five? Who knows! xD

A/N2: I think I've made Yuna a helluva lot more naive than she actually is. I do have an excuse, maybe but only one, so feel free to eat me if I haven't defended myself properly :) Yuna is only seventeen (!) and in recent weeks, she has lost her virginity to a twenty-eight year old dead half human guy (nom)! Hence why she's all confused about her feelings, the poor girl. Well, that's my excuse. EAT ME?

Chapter Two

After a long and tiring walk back to down Mt Gagazet, we were taken to Bevelle on the backs of Chocobos. Back to that rented property… and back to those memories. Lulu and I were separated and I tried to struggle from the Guado man's grasp but I was too exhausted. I was pretty sure Lulu had slept walked down the mountain so she was somewhat more coherent than I was. She tried to fight the Guado guardians off her to be by my side but they were too strong and she was too weak. They overpowered her, took her puppet away and threw her into one of the many rooms on the upper tier of the building. I was led down a completely unfamiliar hallway and shoved forcefully into a room I knew only too well. The door clicked behind me, indicating that someone had just locked it.

It was frighteningly familiar, that room. The log fire was burning, the soft glow emitting from the candles set in candelabras, the tasteful decoration and furnishings… It felt like was in a place I'd only ever seen in a dream. The sheets on the bed were no longer silk but something softer and plusher, perhaps because the nights were growing colder. I bent down and pulled my tired feet from my boots, wincing as I did so. The pilgrimage hadn't been kind to my feet at all, especially in those boots. They were covered in barely healed scars, cuts and blisters. I let myself fall to the soft carpet and pulled a potion from my pocket before spraying it over my feet. The cool mist immediately soothed any wounds on my feet and patched any open cuts together. I sighed in relief, glad to be rid of that pain anyway.

Getting back on my feet again, I realized that my staff had been left up on Mt Gagazet, unless one of the Guado had picked it up. I silently cursed myself for dropping it. I couldn't do much White Magic without it; I hadn't learned how to focus my magic enough to cast it without a staff to channel it. I had an idea, an idea that would hopefully get me what I wanted and prevented the complete annihilation of Spira. Why hadn't I thought of it the last time? It was flawless, maybe. As I gazed around the room, it felt less and less like a dream and more like a memory from the distant past. I felt like I'd matured more since the last time I'd been here.

A plan was forming in my head. I just had to hope and pray that Seymour would bring what I needed when he entered the room. If he ever did, which he probably would. Hopefully. He didn't follow us back down Mt Gagazet so he must have used his strange mechanical thing to bring him back to Bevelle, where he would hopefully appear human again. I padded over to stand next to the fire, to heat myself. Thankfully, the air over the Calm Lands was beautifully warm as we rode through, compared to the chilling haze on the heights of Mt Gagazet. I reached behind me and pulled on the knot of my obi, gently loosening it until I could pull it down over my hips. My skirt was just a piece of material, the corners tied at my left hip so I untied that quickly and it fell to the floor. The sash of white material wrapped around my torso came off with ease and soon, I stood in only my black camisole and panties before the fire.

Folding my clothes, I set them on the chair next to the fire. As I did so, I caught my reflection in a slim full-length mirror. I looked different. Better even. I was becoming my own person, maybe. Growing into myself. I was tired of following a path predestined for me. I was going to make my own decisions from now on. Even if they didn't work, I still tried. That was the main thing, wasn't it? Besides, we were defeated. If I didn't do something, who would? Lulu was trapped in another room unable to cast much magic, and no one would probably go and see her. Yevon only knew where the rest of my guardians were. I prayed silently that they were safe. However, just as I'd finished my prayer, the lock clicked and the door burst open.

I barely had a moment to comprehend the intrusion because before I knew it, strong warm arms had wrapped around my body, twirled me around, his lips were on mine and my eyes closed, all in an instant. My arms looped around his neck, holding him tight against me. His lips were so familiar against mine own, like air in my lungs after being underwater for too long. Sweet Yevon, how I had dreamed for this moment. To feel his kiss again, to feel his hand brush my cheek… but there was something else. Something cold and metallic enclosed in his grasp. Perfect. His tongue swept along the contours of my lips, seeking entry. I smiled and parted my lips, and tilted my head a little so one of his lower lip was between mine. His tongue brushed against my upper lip, slowly… lovingly.

My hands separated, both following along his shoulders, where one brushed down his arm until it came in contact with his own hand brushing my face. The other fell lower onto his tattooed chest, sinking lower, my fingers brushing the defined ridges of muscle outlining his abdomen. The kiss was steadily becoming deeper as I submitted my mouth to him and he explored between my cheeks, recognizing the familiar place. My breathing was slow and deep, trying stop myself from losing too much control. I needed to remain coherent, for now at least. Once my plan had been executed, nothing would matter anymore.

Knowing that what I was about to do could possibly send me over the edge, I held my breath and quickly thrust my hand under his obi and grasped his length, my heart skipping a beat. In reaction, he froze completely, unmoving like a stone statue. I opened my eyes and watched him. His eyes had glassed over, staring deep into mine but also motionless. My tongue played on his lips as my hand on his settled against my cheek, wrapped around his, feeling the smooth metal tight in his grip. My other hand brushed down his member, towards the head and my eyes never left his, looking for the perfect chance; watching for that moment where he would completely relax.

I pulled face from his to watch his eyes more closely. Peeking slightly to the left towards the door, I saw what I needed. Perfect. Feeling him against the sensitive nerves of my palm was strange. I thought I'd never reach the head. How could he possibly be that long? A better question was, how did that fit inside tiny little me? It definitely explained the pain between my legs in the succeeding days anyway. It was more textured than I'd imagined, probably because of his Guado heritage. They all seemed to be rather... veiny, for lack of a better word. As I stroked him, he began to twitch and harden in my hand, but to be honest; he was already half way there by that time anyway.

He blinked and took a sudden intake of breath, which meant he had begun to relax. I brushed his hand against my cheek and those fingers loosened. Quickly I slid the metal object from his grasp just as my thumb touched the moist head and he flinched in response. I jumped back quickly, and ran towards the door, grabbing the staff that he had dropped on his way in. I pushed the slightly ajar door shut and slid the key in before twisting it sharply, sealing us in. Taking the staff, I casted the strongest Protect and Reflect spells I possibly could on the entire room. The walls and floors shone as the magic spread like a barrier over them. I glanced over at Seymour who was watching me, his face completely expressionless.

I turned to the fire now, brushing past him as walked towards it. He was immobile again. I tossed the key into the flames, broke the staff in half and then again before throwing it into the flames as well. I watched as the fire caught the substance and was slowly engulfed, blackened and then burned down to nothing more than white hot ashes and smoldering metal.

"What have you done?" He whispered from behind me. Stepping closer, he wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around diagonally around my waist, so his fingers touched my hip and the hem of my panties.

"It's not over. I've trapped you here. You won't be able to get out," I replied, resting my head on his arm.

He chucked softly. "You have also trapped yourself, Yuna."

"Yes. I will send you. Either I or neither of us will leave this room. You will not destroy Spira."

His long nails softly brushed against the tender skin of my neck. I gasped a little at the sensation. "Is that what you truly want? For me to leave this physical plane? Or is that what is expected of you to want?"

I bit down on my lip, knowing he was trying to take advantage of my muddled feelings. "Yes. I do not agree with your opinions on destroying Spira, to heal it. Death cannot be the solution when the source of death, and the pain, misery and sorrow it brings, is the problem. It is my duty as a summoner to send you to where you belong. And I will go with you, if I have to."

He chuckled again and the nails on his other hand slipped under the waist band of my panties. My eyes rolled back and my breath hitched in my throat. "But wouldn't you rather have me to yourself? We could get married, you and I. A proper ceremony this time. We could go to Besaid and live happy, quiet lives. Would that not be wonderful?"

I shook my head, tears brimming in my eyes. It sounded wonderful. To be with him, always. However, I knew that he could wait forever to become Sin. He had all the time in the world after all. Once I died, he would be able to go and become Sin, to destroy Spira. And I would not be able to find peace without him being sent first. I would come back to this physical plane of existence, unsent as he was. What would we do then?

"It sounds too good to be true," I whispered, clenching my eyes shut as his fingers now slipped under my panties.

"You are correct," he replied, a smile in his voice. "Perhaps for a while, we could be happy. However, when your life ends, you would have forever to send me. Of course… I could always send you first…"

The arm around my neck constricted suddenly, cutting off my air supply. I flinched in response but before I could do anything about it, his hand had shot lower and his fingers were rubbing furiously against that sweet place. I struggled the best I could, however my focus was quickly lost as my body went into a frenzy. I couldn't breathe and it only seemed to add to the burning. Without air, fire could burn hotter and I felt that deep inside me. I was on fire. But I felt horribly light headed. My muscles were contracting without air and my heart tried to beat faster and faster, desperately wanting to bring air to those muscles.

He held his arm higher in air, and dragged me up by the head with it. I dangled from my neck and the hand shoved my hips against his. I felt him, harder than before, against my lower back. I tried to lean my head back onto his shoulder, trying to free my airway somewhat to gasp. Thankfully, he lightened his grip on my neck as I rested my head on his shoulder. I sucked in the air greedily, and the fire began to spread violently through me with the aid of oxygen as his fingers slipped inside of me. I struggled against him and the strange position he was holding me in. But it felt so good. Yevon, why did it feel so right? Why did it feel like I belonged there, in his arms?

"I think you could finish what you started before I kill you, don't you think?" He said, that darkness in his voice again. I yelped as he suddenly let go and I dropped like a stone to the floor. Thankfully, the carpet softened my fall somewhat. When I looked up, he was loosening the knot on his obi, just enough so he could shrug out of his robe. "Hmm, I think you proved yourself quite good at this the last time. Go on then."

He had become demanding, probably because I had annoyed him at the wedding and just after he killed Kinoc. He was annoyed with me. I didn't blame him. After all, I had tightened my fists and wiped my lips after he'd kissed me. The ultimate sign of rejection… how heartbreaking. I felt guilt deep in the pit of my stomach and I hated myself for being so cold. I gripped the obi and robe at his hips and pulled them down, along with anything underneath. Once they hit the floor, Seymour stepped out of them and I glanced up, wide eyed at the tall, naked yet beautiful man before me.

He chuckled darkly and his hand brushed through my hair, seeming to sense the guilt in my eyes. The hand in my hair slid down and cupped my face gently, his thumb sweeping softly just underneath my eye. I knew what he wanted, and I knew if I gave him that, there was potential that he would then kill me. Kill me and then send me, leaving him trapped in the room alone. Of course, I should have known he wasn't truly trapped. Once he'd gotten rid of me, he'd manage to free himself. I was the reason he stayed. He had to take care of me first. I couldn't be sure of his intentions though. What if he had some hidden agenda that I could not have possibly already thought of?

"You speak to me like I am nothing. You touch me like I am no more than common filth; a whore, Maester," I whispered and my breath caught in my throat, sobs forming in my chest. "What happened to that love you felt for me, once upon a time? Or have you become so twisted and corrupted, you are no more than a mere shadow of your former self?"

He watched me for a moment, both his expression and eyes as blank as the night time sky. "So says the little girl who thinks she can convince a dead man to love through sex," he said and turned his back to me. He crouched to lift his robe from the floor and turned again, in the direction of the door, as if he'd forgotten the enchantments I'd placed on it. I climbed to my feet slowly, still feeling a little dizzy. I watched him as he placed his hand on the door handle but didn't make a move to try and open it. "Are you no more than a mere shadow of your former self? What happened to that shy little creature I first laid my eyes on in Luca? Perhaps that was the girl I fell in love with. Now all I see when I look at you, are the actions of a girl confused beyond reason."

"That is your fault!" I cried suddenly, hysteria creeping into my tone. He craned his neck around a little to look at me, to see the tears streaking my face. My hands had clenched into tight fists and my body shook with such force as I shouted at it him. "Why couldn't you stay away from me? I hate you! I love you! You are dead, you must be sent! But I cannot! I cannot let you destroy Spira! Yet, I cannot stop you." My eyes were blinded by my tears. Blinking rapidly, I lifted my hands and looked at them, though only half-seeing. My throat was raw with screaming so the next words came out as a feeble murmur, barely. "Sweet man, what have you done to me? These feelings and desires, thoughts and fancies will drive me mad!"

My legs gave out then and I fell to my knees, shaking right to the bone. I arched my back and bowed my head, so my forehead leant against the soft carpet. My arms curled around my waist, trying to control the tremors radiating from my diaphragm. The sobs were silent now and I was running out of tears to cry for him. But the sobs still ripped through me. I should have known this would happen. Those muddled feelings I'd felt since that night… they had been seeping into my mind like poison, corrupting my thoughts and judgment. Nothing made sense anymore. And I doubted then and there, that anything would make sense again.

A/N3: Review? Ya? And I'll stop posting as many author's notes? Sure? Coolio!