FFX. Kimahri Ronso. 055. Spirit.
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dagas_isaTitle: Reflection
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna, Tidus
Rating: G
Word Count:677
Summary: Kimahri talks to someone on the Farplane.
The farplane had long seemed hopeless to Kimahri. The dead, whoever they were, did not involve themselves in human affairs, except when they did. Auron stood just outside as Yuna and some of her human guardians looked into the distance. Shimmering mirages--for that's what they were, no smell to them at all--that smiled and nodded as their living loved ones poured their thoughts out. There, Wakka talked at the image of Chappu, and then Lulu did the same, both of them reflecting on their lives since his death and their reactions. Yuna talked with her parents, Braska and the unnamed Al Bhed woman who had died so long ago. Did Yuna even remember her mother's name? Did Kimahri even learn his? And then the mother of the pup appeared, such a dull-looking woman compared to her zealous husband and son.
"Do you have someone you want to meet?" Yuna asked, as everyone prepared to leave the Farplane.
Kimahri shook his head.
"You sure? Not even your parents Kimahri?"
"Kimahri here to guard Yuna."
The pup walked over to him, determined to follow Yuna where ever she ended up. "C'mon Kimahri, isn't there anyone you'd like to meet?"
"Please, Kimahri."
Kimahri grimaced and closed his eyes, trying to call an ancestor from Gagazet. No answer.
"Kimahri cannot."
Yuna rested her hands on his. "Just think of someone you'd like to meet, your mother, maybe. Or your father. Someone you remember."
Once again, Kimahri closed his eyes and opened his ears. The Ronso he might have called mother, all he knew was that she had been too weak to bear a son in the midst of the cold season. The Ronso he might have called father, the man who had died or been put to death before Kimahri's birth. Kimahri had no memory of them. But still, someone came to his mind.
Kishana Ronso, old and weak and disceased since the summer before Kimahri's defeat, descended from Gagazet to just in front of Kimahri's eyes. Her back remained as stooped as he remembered, and her arthritic hands continued in the same ritual motion of preparing herbs and medicines that she always had when he came to her fire to ask her advice.
She looked upon his countenance, her face registering nothing but a blank curiosity.
Not even five minutes ago, watching Wakka and Lulu talk to Chappu had seemed to be a silly experience. Nothing but illusions, he told himself. Ronso ancestors roamed the peaks of Gagazet, protecting their children from afar. Yet, as he looked upon Kishana's face, he felt compelled to talk.
"Kimahri defeated by Biran. Lost horn. Became Guardian to Yuna." He watched for a reaction--the anger or shame that might come from knowing that the child she had saved had brought dishonor upon himself, and thus upon her. Yet all that remained was a solemn look.
If he heard her voice, it was only in his head, not for Yuna or the pup to hear. "Kimahri hornless for reason. If Kimahri not know now, he will. Horn not holding Kimahri back. Kimahri holding Kimahri back."
Kimahri shook his head. The wise-woman spoke like his inner voice, and this was no time for self-reflection. "Kimahri will meet wisewoman on Gagazet someday." He bowed his head and turned to leave.
"Who was that? Your grandma or something?" The pup asked.
"Kimahri's family." He said, though he didn't know if Kishara had actually shown up, or if he had only imagined her as she had been eleven years ago in his home camp.
They left the Farplane, the guardians all reuniting with the summoner as she prepared to give Seymour her answer. Kimahri looked at Auron, the fear leaving as they returned to the living world. Unlike the dead on the Farplane, he did not smile with bland curiosity. What drew him here?
Kimahri wanted to ask, but did not. He would learn in time. Kishana had once taught him that.
Well, I promise that's the last of my Kimahri on the Farplane related stories. I swear. >.> Now I need to find another plot thread to grab.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna, Tidus
Rating: G
Word Count:677
Summary: Kimahri talks to someone on the Farplane.
The farplane had long seemed hopeless to Kimahri. The dead, whoever they were, did not involve themselves in human affairs, except when they did. Auron stood just outside as Yuna and some of her human guardians looked into the distance. Shimmering mirages--for that's what they were, no smell to them at all--that smiled and nodded as their living loved ones poured their thoughts out. There, Wakka talked at the image of Chappu, and then Lulu did the same, both of them reflecting on their lives since his death and their reactions. Yuna talked with her parents, Braska and the unnamed Al Bhed woman who had died so long ago. Did Yuna even remember her mother's name? Did Kimahri even learn his? And then the mother of the pup appeared, such a dull-looking woman compared to her zealous husband and son.
"Do you have someone you want to meet?" Yuna asked, as everyone prepared to leave the Farplane.
Kimahri shook his head.
"You sure? Not even your parents Kimahri?"
"Kimahri here to guard Yuna."
The pup walked over to him, determined to follow Yuna where ever she ended up. "C'mon Kimahri, isn't there anyone you'd like to meet?"
"Please, Kimahri."
Kimahri grimaced and closed his eyes, trying to call an ancestor from Gagazet. No answer.
"Kimahri cannot."
Yuna rested her hands on his. "Just think of someone you'd like to meet, your mother, maybe. Or your father. Someone you remember."
Once again, Kimahri closed his eyes and opened his ears. The Ronso he might have called mother, all he knew was that she had been too weak to bear a son in the midst of the cold season. The Ronso he might have called father, the man who had died or been put to death before Kimahri's birth. Kimahri had no memory of them. But still, someone came to his mind.
Kishana Ronso, old and weak and disceased since the summer before Kimahri's defeat, descended from Gagazet to just in front of Kimahri's eyes. Her back remained as stooped as he remembered, and her arthritic hands continued in the same ritual motion of preparing herbs and medicines that she always had when he came to her fire to ask her advice.
She looked upon his countenance, her face registering nothing but a blank curiosity.
Not even five minutes ago, watching Wakka and Lulu talk to Chappu had seemed to be a silly experience. Nothing but illusions, he told himself. Ronso ancestors roamed the peaks of Gagazet, protecting their children from afar. Yet, as he looked upon Kishana's face, he felt compelled to talk.
"Kimahri defeated by Biran. Lost horn. Became Guardian to Yuna." He watched for a reaction--the anger or shame that might come from knowing that the child she had saved had brought dishonor upon himself, and thus upon her. Yet all that remained was a solemn look.
If he heard her voice, it was only in his head, not for Yuna or the pup to hear. "Kimahri hornless for reason. If Kimahri not know now, he will. Horn not holding Kimahri back. Kimahri holding Kimahri back."
Kimahri shook his head. The wise-woman spoke like his inner voice, and this was no time for self-reflection. "Kimahri will meet wisewoman on Gagazet someday." He bowed his head and turned to leave.
"Who was that? Your grandma or something?" The pup asked.
"Kimahri's family." He said, though he didn't know if Kishara had actually shown up, or if he had only imagined her as she had been eleven years ago in his home camp.
They left the Farplane, the guardians all reuniting with the summoner as she prepared to give Seymour her answer. Kimahri looked at Auron, the fear leaving as they returned to the living world. Unlike the dead on the Farplane, he did not smile with bland curiosity. What drew him here?
Kimahri wanted to ask, but did not. He would learn in time. Kishana had once taught him that.
Well, I promise that's the last of my Kimahri on the Farplane related stories. I swear. >.> Now I need to find another plot thread to grab.
