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[August 5] [Final Fantasy X] Wrong Man, Wrong Job
Title: Wrong Man, Wrong Job
Day/Theme: August 5th/A boy
Series: Final Fantasy X
Character: Auron
Rating: G
Auron had never gotten along with kids. Not even Lady Yuna. When they left for their pilgrimage she had came running up with a huge smile on her face, although he could still see the tear streaks. She had leapt into Lord Braska's arms, and solemnly introduced herself to Jecht. A few minutes later she'd wound up in Jecht's arms, laughing as she was tossed into the air.
She had smiled at Auron, too. He had bowed slightly. "Lady Yuna."
And then her attention had returned to Jecht.
This had been a pattern throughout their journey, and not just with children. Jecht attracted attention. Jecht, despite all expectations (and logic), got along with people. Not with Auron, not at first - and if Auron was being honest with himself, he hadn't exactly been trying - but with people in general. It was astonishing. The man would arrive in town, down a few beers, pick a few fights, and wind up best of pals with everyone who'd so much as glanced at him, chatting eagerly about the odds on the next Blitzball match. He didn't even know any of the Blitzball teams! The man was baffling.
And, Auron slowly, grudgingly came to realize, the man was amazing.
So when Auron found himself on the doorstep of a strange house in a stranger city, looking down at the son of this amazing man who would never come home, there was one and only one thing he knew for sure: he was entirely the wrong man for this job.
He didn't know how to get along with children. He didn't know how to make them laugh. Throwing one up in the air made him worry they might break. Jecht could do those things. But Auron was not Jecht. The boy deserved Jecht.
But the boy smiled up at him, and it was exactly the same smile Lady Yuna used to give him - wide, and missing a tooth, and with traces of tears just wiped away.
And although he couldn't be what the boy deserved - what the boy wanted, so very badly - he could do the job he knew. It was the best he could manage for the man who had taken his place by Lord Braska's side.
He was a Guardian. He would guard.
Day/Theme: August 5th/A boy
Series: Final Fantasy X
Character: Auron
Rating: G
Auron had never gotten along with kids. Not even Lady Yuna. When they left for their pilgrimage she had came running up with a huge smile on her face, although he could still see the tear streaks. She had leapt into Lord Braska's arms, and solemnly introduced herself to Jecht. A few minutes later she'd wound up in Jecht's arms, laughing as she was tossed into the air.
She had smiled at Auron, too. He had bowed slightly. "Lady Yuna."
And then her attention had returned to Jecht.
This had been a pattern throughout their journey, and not just with children. Jecht attracted attention. Jecht, despite all expectations (and logic), got along with people. Not with Auron, not at first - and if Auron was being honest with himself, he hadn't exactly been trying - but with people in general. It was astonishing. The man would arrive in town, down a few beers, pick a few fights, and wind up best of pals with everyone who'd so much as glanced at him, chatting eagerly about the odds on the next Blitzball match. He didn't even know any of the Blitzball teams! The man was baffling.
And, Auron slowly, grudgingly came to realize, the man was amazing.
So when Auron found himself on the doorstep of a strange house in a stranger city, looking down at the son of this amazing man who would never come home, there was one and only one thing he knew for sure: he was entirely the wrong man for this job.
He didn't know how to get along with children. He didn't know how to make them laugh. Throwing one up in the air made him worry they might break. Jecht could do those things. But Auron was not Jecht. The boy deserved Jecht.
But the boy smiled up at him, and it was exactly the same smile Lady Yuna used to give him - wide, and missing a tooth, and with traces of tears just wiped away.
And although he couldn't be what the boy deserved - what the boy wanted, so very badly - he could do the job he knew. It was the best he could manage for the man who had taken his place by Lord Braska's side.
He was a Guardian. He would guard.