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(Followup to Threshold drabble)

Well, this one's not 100 words, but it meets cupcakemonster's criteria of "platonic" better. :)


Title: One-eyed Meanie
Game/ Characters: FFX Auron, Rikku
Rating: G




"Meanie."

Auron arched an eyebrow at the word more than the small fists planted against his chest that he barely felt through armor. Jecht had used rather stronger language to mock him.

He pondered picking Rikku up by the scruff of the neck, but she didn't quite have a scruff, and anyway, her tiny body, a boiling mass of indignation and wirey strength, didn't deserve that sort of indignity. So he shrugged. "I felt the same way."

Rikku was too busy shoving him against the cavern wall where he was allowing her to shove him to notice. The dour Guardian checked to make certain Yuna was still dozing before he continued. "In the end, I asked Braska to turn back."

"Wha?" Rikku backed off, mouth puckering in an 'O'. "So why'd you keep push-push-pushing Yunie to come? Why?" Her eyes teared up. "You know what's gonna happen! You've seen it!"

The grey haired man didn't rage or gnash his teeth or howl protests; all they had garnered him was a cold, hard landing on a marble floor with Yunalesca's gloating ringing in his head. He simply nodded, expression brittle. "I... saw."

"See? So we can't let that happen again!" Rikku seized the edges of his coat and tugged emphatically, spotting a sudden opening, an ally where an enemy had been a moment before.

But that was all the answer Auron could give. They had to see Yunalesca for themselves. He couldn't repeat that bitch's mealy-mouthed lies to them. They had to see, and understand, and know. And maybe, just maybe, Jecht's son would be angry enough against Sin and Spira and doing things the right way -- Auron's way, his father's way -- to think of something else.

He shook his head. "Because it's her story."

Rikku spluttered, but "meanie" was sadly inadequate for the names she wanted to call him. Maybe Tidus could help her work up an adequate epithet, in between figuring out how to save Yunie and the planet.

 

Comments

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owlmoose
May. 24th, 2006 02:23 am (UTC)
I thought the other one was plantonic as well (and funny to boot!), but this one catches a really great mentor/student vibe. Well, maybe not that exactly, but something along those lines. It's a way of relating that works very well. I really enjoy stories that show Auron and Rikku playing off one another while keeping them in character and without shoehorning them into a romantic relationship.

I think Auron would likely have considered Rikku a secret ally throughout much of the pilgrimage, even though he can't show it. So I appreciate you bringing that up here.

Very nice! :)
saharasnow
May. 24th, 2006 03:24 am (UTC)
This is the kind of interaction that I really love seeing between Auron and Rikku, and they are in character that I might actually like to believe this conversation may have taken place behind the scenes heh.
rustehroll
May. 24th, 2006 04:34 am (UTC)
I got nothin'
I keep trying to think of something smart to say, but it really comes down to me just loving this and me wanting to hug Rikku and maybe punch Auron in the face but at the same time...

he's right. He has to let them learn on their own. I really like the atmosphere you foster between the two of them, almost in a Tidus/Auron platonic way.
muggy_mountain
May. 24th, 2006 09:25 pm (UTC)
This scene makes me happy. Even though I don't see them in a romantic relationship, EVER, it is fun to play them against each other. And I like how you allow Rikku to discover their common ground and her attempts to manipulate that. Skillful, enjoyable and real.
auronlu
May. 25th, 2006 01:41 am (UTC)
I should probably have "Auron, Rikku" in the header to make sure people don't think I'm writing Aurikku as any kind of romantic relationship -- being 35, with friends whose children are Rikku's age, I simply can't conceive of such a thing. :)
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