o3. First chapter of 'The Kimarhi Chronicles'
I decided, after a dream and some debate, that I would write FFX fanfiction too XD. And that I wanted to write about Kimarhi. Poor thing is so underloved.
So this is his story, from start to finish. And not in first person. (I don't like writing in first person and avoid it when I can. I'll save those for personal narratives)
Fanfiction: The Kimarhi Chronicles
Chapter: One
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Synopsis: Kimarhi, in relation to Yuna, as that's how he defines himself. This is his story. This part includes the meeting with Auron and the first time he ever sees Yuna. All post-Braska. All pre-Yuna. During Yevon's reign. Who thought a Ronso would take care of a human child?
Genre: General
Pairing: N/A
Author's Note: Kimarhi's name is startlingly close to my own. I think I'll just have people keep calling me Kam.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Final Fantasy X. The game and any marketing belongs to SquarEnix. All rights reserved. I do, however, claim the rights to my fanfiction ideas and plot. Those cannot be used without my permission. Thank you.
The Kimarhi Chronicles
Chapter One: Guardian Awakening
“Yu…na.”
It was barely an echo of a phrase, really, but that call into the silent dawn had woken him from his bed. He padded across the floor, making sure to keep his head low in fear of his reflection in the mirror, and opened the door. Snow was falling today, which was strange. It never snowed this far down mountain.
Today was a different day altogether, he realized, as he saw the figure of a human in the snow. In a pup’s ignorance, he rushed towards him without forewarning, turning him onto his back.
Blood stained the mouth of a proud man now fallen. Yet still, he sneered. “It’s impolite to stare, kid.”
Crimson rivers ran over his scarred face, marring the space between his eyes to his lips. Not normally a fatal wound, save for the awkward crick in his neck. In fact, a normal man would be dead. Except…
“You are Sir Auron.”
“Indeed I am.” Despite the bruises on his lips, he laughed before coughing violently. “I…haven’t much time and don’t bother to get help.” He said quickly as the he had turned back to his home.
“But - “
“Rest assured what I am about to tell you is far more important than my life. And if someone were to uncover the sheet of snow that blessedly decided to fall, well, you’d find a lot of blood beneath the surface.” Auron pressed his lips together but said nothing more.
There was a second of commonplace understanding between the two of them. He would not ask why or how and Auron would not tell him.
“Summoner Braska…” the teenager asked hesitantly.
Auron laughed mirthlessly. “High Summoner Braska.”
He had met the man before his climb up the sacred mountain. He had patted his head unflinchingly, despite slight alterations. A good man… he thought, touching his forehead in shame. A very good man.
The teenager would have thrown his head back and roared in celebration, awakening all of his comrades and kinsmen, but Auron, sensing it, shifted to touch his hand.
“Think of the consequences.”
And in that second the roar in his throat became a whisper. He nodded.
“I need you to play your part in your story.” He said, staring him in the eye. Slowly, one of them slid shut and for the duration of the conversation, Auron’s eye never opened again.
The boy stayed silent and Auron took this as consent. “In Bevelle, there is one little girl. She’s the daughter of …” He paused for a moment. “The daughter of High Summoner Braska. Her name is Yuna. Find her.
“You’ll know her.” Auron’s eye slid downward. “By the time you reach Bevelle, everyone will know of Lord Braska’s victory…” He broke off, remembering something else, but his bruised mouth wouldn’t let him speak the words. “…She’ll be the only one of her kind. She’ll be alone in a sea of happiness.
“Find her. Take her far away from here. And when you find her, don’t be her father. She doesn’t need a replacement.”
When the boy didn’t answer, Auron caught his gaze again. “Do it for a dying man’s final living wish.”
The young Ronso looked around the cold, desolate morning that had descended upon Mt. Gagazet. He nodded. “Kimarhi will.”
When the sun had reached the sky and past the horizon, Kimarhi Ronso had left. So had the legendary guardian.
***
By the time Kimarhi reached Bevelle, it was as Auron had said; night had fallen and in its wake was a sea of happiness. It seemed as if no one could contain himself or herself from jubilation.
“Sin is dead! Long live the High Summoner!”
The streets were a party of colors. Couples kissed under explosions that hurt the Ronso’s sensitive ears and lights that dazed his eyesight. Families opened their doors and kept them open, regardless of thieves or robbers. Who would steal when life was preserved for another day?
Ronso roars could be heard from the city and beyond and no one cowered in fear of them. But there was a detachment that he couldn’t place.
Kimarhi knew it first. Kimarhi could have had the first roar.
He silenced the thought, but wondered if that alone would have made more of the Ronso accept him.
Human and Ronso children alike played with toys in the shapes of summoning rods. Candy spilled over for them to reach easily as this was the day that money was not an issue. One ran past him waving a Spira United flag, another waved a sparkler that almost lit the fine blue hairs on his arm. He jerked away in time to meet a child grinning up at him, three front teeth missing.
“Sin is dead, Mr. Ronso. Dead and gone!”
Kimarhi nodded. “Sin caused problems. Sin is dead. Child is happy.”
“Yep! Everyone’s happy.”
He hesitated before asking, “Everyone? No child is unhappy?”
“Nope. No one is sad at all! No where here at least.”
He sighed. “Kimarhi thanks the human child.”
Finding Yuna would prove most difficult, considering the fact that everyone had a smile on their face or a laugh in their cheeks. Tears, yes. He saw plenty of tears. Tears were only of mirth for this day, though.
But one girl caught his eye. A girl, smiling like the rest of the children, held hands with a few of them while dancing in a circle.
“Sin is dead!” One of them told her, as if it wasn’t proclaimed all around her.
She nodded, still smiling, and goading them on to continue the game. But once in a while, the smile would fall just a little. It would only be the corners of her mouth if at all.
After a few minutes, she stepped out of the circle to tie her sandals, or at least pretending to. Kimarhi could see as she bent over that her sandals were fine, despite the long brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders.
“I’m…uh…” She stood up. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
In the shadows, the Ronso teenager followed her as she ran off to the outskirts of the city, slipping around corners in case she turned back. She never did.
This child is unperceptive. In a normal battle with a fiend, she would be killed easily. A weak child.
He followed her to the bridge that ran over a small river in Bevelle. On the other side lay a dense foresty area that, if she had crossed completely, she would have found Kimarhi’s predictions to be true. But she didn’t. And she waited on the bridge, rocking precariously on her heels and toes. She sniffled, but didn't break, not cracking or showing any other sign of sadness.
Something about her determination not to cry stirred Kimarhi's heart. He narrowed his eyes, teetering in his mind on whether or not to approach her. He decided to go.
“Who’s there?” She finally swung around as she heard Kimarhi’s footsteps on the bridge, beaded earring pelting her on the nose. “Oh!”
Kimarhi strode forward, tail balancing on edge. “Are you Yuna?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she stared at him for quite some time as if not recognizing her own name.
The Ronso fell still, feeling as if he had made a huge mistake. He was about to apologize when, at the last second, she piped up. “Y-yes.”
“Come.”
It didn’t take long for her mask to fall.
She ran towards him, wrapping her seven-year old’s arms around Kimarhi’s built form as much as she could. “Are you here to save me?”
He faltered. Was he really here to save a human child who he had no connection with? She was, after all, a tiny creature with all the makings of being trouble. It was in her whole frame of being that she would cause him great suffering. Great pain.
She looked up at him with eyes of blue and green. "...will you save me?" She reinterated.
His hand touched her back, feeling how fleshy the human body was. Granted, she was a child, but the softness was so overwhelming. The delicate curve of her shoulders pressed his stomach. And her stomach was so undefined he almost flinched.
She could be attacked and have no control over the situation. Harmed because she was weak. Killed...
She smiled at him through watery eyes and for a second none of that mattered.
“Yes.” He patted her hair back. “Kimarhi will save you.”
He wasn’t too sure when the fur on his stomach became wet or when Yuna started to whimper, but it only made him hold her all the more.
So this is his story, from start to finish. And not in first person. (I don't like writing in first person and avoid it when I can. I'll save those for personal narratives)
Fanfiction: The Kimarhi Chronicles
Chapter: One
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Synopsis: Kimarhi, in relation to Yuna, as that's how he defines himself. This is his story. This part includes the meeting with Auron and the first time he ever sees Yuna. All post-Braska. All pre-Yuna. During Yevon's reign. Who thought a Ronso would take care of a human child?
Genre: General
Pairing: N/A
Author's Note: Kimarhi's name is startlingly close to my own. I think I'll just have people keep calling me Kam.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Final Fantasy X. The game and any marketing belongs to SquarEnix. All rights reserved. I do, however, claim the rights to my fanfiction ideas and plot. Those cannot be used without my permission. Thank you.
The Kimarhi Chronicles
Chapter One: Guardian Awakening
“Yu…na.”
It was barely an echo of a phrase, really, but that call into the silent dawn had woken him from his bed. He padded across the floor, making sure to keep his head low in fear of his reflection in the mirror, and opened the door. Snow was falling today, which was strange. It never snowed this far down mountain.
Today was a different day altogether, he realized, as he saw the figure of a human in the snow. In a pup’s ignorance, he rushed towards him without forewarning, turning him onto his back.
Blood stained the mouth of a proud man now fallen. Yet still, he sneered. “It’s impolite to stare, kid.”
Crimson rivers ran over his scarred face, marring the space between his eyes to his lips. Not normally a fatal wound, save for the awkward crick in his neck. In fact, a normal man would be dead. Except…
“You are Sir Auron.”
“Indeed I am.” Despite the bruises on his lips, he laughed before coughing violently. “I…haven’t much time and don’t bother to get help.” He said quickly as the he had turned back to his home.
“But - “
“Rest assured what I am about to tell you is far more important than my life. And if someone were to uncover the sheet of snow that blessedly decided to fall, well, you’d find a lot of blood beneath the surface.” Auron pressed his lips together but said nothing more.
There was a second of commonplace understanding between the two of them. He would not ask why or how and Auron would not tell him.
“Summoner Braska…” the teenager asked hesitantly.
Auron laughed mirthlessly. “High Summoner Braska.”
He had met the man before his climb up the sacred mountain. He had patted his head unflinchingly, despite slight alterations. A good man… he thought, touching his forehead in shame. A very good man.
The teenager would have thrown his head back and roared in celebration, awakening all of his comrades and kinsmen, but Auron, sensing it, shifted to touch his hand.
“Think of the consequences.”
And in that second the roar in his throat became a whisper. He nodded.
“I need you to play your part in your story.” He said, staring him in the eye. Slowly, one of them slid shut and for the duration of the conversation, Auron’s eye never opened again.
The boy stayed silent and Auron took this as consent. “In Bevelle, there is one little girl. She’s the daughter of …” He paused for a moment. “The daughter of High Summoner Braska. Her name is Yuna. Find her.
“You’ll know her.” Auron’s eye slid downward. “By the time you reach Bevelle, everyone will know of Lord Braska’s victory…” He broke off, remembering something else, but his bruised mouth wouldn’t let him speak the words. “…She’ll be the only one of her kind. She’ll be alone in a sea of happiness.
“Find her. Take her far away from here. And when you find her, don’t be her father. She doesn’t need a replacement.”
When the boy didn’t answer, Auron caught his gaze again. “Do it for a dying man’s final living wish.”
The young Ronso looked around the cold, desolate morning that had descended upon Mt. Gagazet. He nodded. “Kimarhi will.”
When the sun had reached the sky and past the horizon, Kimarhi Ronso had left. So had the legendary guardian.
***
By the time Kimarhi reached Bevelle, it was as Auron had said; night had fallen and in its wake was a sea of happiness. It seemed as if no one could contain himself or herself from jubilation.
“Sin is dead! Long live the High Summoner!”
The streets were a party of colors. Couples kissed under explosions that hurt the Ronso’s sensitive ears and lights that dazed his eyesight. Families opened their doors and kept them open, regardless of thieves or robbers. Who would steal when life was preserved for another day?
Ronso roars could be heard from the city and beyond and no one cowered in fear of them. But there was a detachment that he couldn’t place.
Kimarhi knew it first. Kimarhi could have had the first roar.
He silenced the thought, but wondered if that alone would have made more of the Ronso accept him.
Human and Ronso children alike played with toys in the shapes of summoning rods. Candy spilled over for them to reach easily as this was the day that money was not an issue. One ran past him waving a Spira United flag, another waved a sparkler that almost lit the fine blue hairs on his arm. He jerked away in time to meet a child grinning up at him, three front teeth missing.
“Sin is dead, Mr. Ronso. Dead and gone!”
Kimarhi nodded. “Sin caused problems. Sin is dead. Child is happy.”
“Yep! Everyone’s happy.”
He hesitated before asking, “Everyone? No child is unhappy?”
“Nope. No one is sad at all! No where here at least.”
He sighed. “Kimarhi thanks the human child.”
Finding Yuna would prove most difficult, considering the fact that everyone had a smile on their face or a laugh in their cheeks. Tears, yes. He saw plenty of tears. Tears were only of mirth for this day, though.
But one girl caught his eye. A girl, smiling like the rest of the children, held hands with a few of them while dancing in a circle.
“Sin is dead!” One of them told her, as if it wasn’t proclaimed all around her.
She nodded, still smiling, and goading them on to continue the game. But once in a while, the smile would fall just a little. It would only be the corners of her mouth if at all.
After a few minutes, she stepped out of the circle to tie her sandals, or at least pretending to. Kimarhi could see as she bent over that her sandals were fine, despite the long brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders.
“I’m…uh…” She stood up. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
In the shadows, the Ronso teenager followed her as she ran off to the outskirts of the city, slipping around corners in case she turned back. She never did.
This child is unperceptive. In a normal battle with a fiend, she would be killed easily. A weak child.
He followed her to the bridge that ran over a small river in Bevelle. On the other side lay a dense foresty area that, if she had crossed completely, she would have found Kimarhi’s predictions to be true. But she didn’t. And she waited on the bridge, rocking precariously on her heels and toes. She sniffled, but didn't break, not cracking or showing any other sign of sadness.
Something about her determination not to cry stirred Kimarhi's heart. He narrowed his eyes, teetering in his mind on whether or not to approach her. He decided to go.
“Who’s there?” She finally swung around as she heard Kimarhi’s footsteps on the bridge, beaded earring pelting her on the nose. “Oh!”
Kimarhi strode forward, tail balancing on edge. “Are you Yuna?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she stared at him for quite some time as if not recognizing her own name.
The Ronso fell still, feeling as if he had made a huge mistake. He was about to apologize when, at the last second, she piped up. “Y-yes.”
“Come.”
It didn’t take long for her mask to fall.
She ran towards him, wrapping her seven-year old’s arms around Kimarhi’s built form as much as she could. “Are you here to save me?”
He faltered. Was he really here to save a human child who he had no connection with? She was, after all, a tiny creature with all the makings of being trouble. It was in her whole frame of being that she would cause him great suffering. Great pain.
She looked up at him with eyes of blue and green. "...will you save me?" She reinterated.
His hand touched her back, feeling how fleshy the human body was. Granted, she was a child, but the softness was so overwhelming. The delicate curve of her shoulders pressed his stomach. And her stomach was so undefined he almost flinched.
She could be attacked and have no control over the situation. Harmed because she was weak. Killed...
She smiled at him through watery eyes and for a second none of that mattered.
“Yes.” He patted her hair back. “Kimarhi will save you.”
He wasn’t too sure when the fur on his stomach became wet or when Yuna started to whimper, but it only made him hold her all the more.