Blitz
Title: Blitz
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Auron, Tidus
Prompt: #25, Games
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: The boy is too hot-tempered, too much like his father. For ff_flashfic.
"Hey, old man."
Auron glances up from an in-depthy study of the ground to catch a blitzball hard in the chest. Tidus is glaring at him, eyes hard and hair still wet from practice. Auron pelts the blitzball back at him. "What?"
"What do you mean, they lost because of me?"
"You lost concentration, you lost your focus. Just because there's a female in the front row doesn't mean you let your guard down." There's no harshness behind the words, just simply the truth--words that Tidus doesn't want to hear. The boy's let fame go to his head.
"I didn't do that." The blitzball thuds against the ground as Tidus dribbles it. The sound has no rhythm, though--three beats, one beat, five beats, four beats, two beats.
Auron shrugs. "You asked," he says and the boy scowls. It doesn't take much effort on Auron's part to reach out and grab the ball; Tidus really should find a less irritating method of taking out his frustrations.
"...Whatever." Tidus makes a pass for the ball, misses, and his scowl deepens. "Give it back."
Tidus is too hot-tempered, too like his father in that respect, and so Auron tosses him the blitzball with an easy grace. "Come on. We should get going."
"Stupid old man," Tidus mutters, and bounces the blitzball hard off the wall. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he isn't talking about Auron.
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Auron, Tidus
Prompt: #25, Games
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: The boy is too hot-tempered, too much like his father. For ff_flashfic.
"Hey, old man."
Auron glances up from an in-depthy study of the ground to catch a blitzball hard in the chest. Tidus is glaring at him, eyes hard and hair still wet from practice. Auron pelts the blitzball back at him. "What?"
"What do you mean, they lost because of me?"
"You lost concentration, you lost your focus. Just because there's a female in the front row doesn't mean you let your guard down." There's no harshness behind the words, just simply the truth--words that Tidus doesn't want to hear. The boy's let fame go to his head.
"I didn't do that." The blitzball thuds against the ground as Tidus dribbles it. The sound has no rhythm, though--three beats, one beat, five beats, four beats, two beats.
Auron shrugs. "You asked," he says and the boy scowls. It doesn't take much effort on Auron's part to reach out and grab the ball; Tidus really should find a less irritating method of taking out his frustrations.
"...Whatever." Tidus makes a pass for the ball, misses, and his scowl deepens. "Give it back."
Tidus is too hot-tempered, too like his father in that respect, and so Auron tosses him the blitzball with an easy grace. "Come on. We should get going."
"Stupid old man," Tidus mutters, and bounces the blitzball hard off the wall. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he isn't talking about Auron.