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dagas_isaTitle: Blitz-off
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna
Rating: G
Word Count: 1315
Summary: Kimahri and Yuna go to a Blitzball Game.
Kimahri had once heard from the Ronso Blitzball team that match days were the craziest days anywhere in Spira. Walking into Luca, all docks closed off until the current tournament ended, and seeing the place filled with loud music and even louder drunks, he could believe them.
On his shoulders, perched above the crowd with cotton candy in one hand, Yuna shouted everything she could see. She talked all at once, about blitzball and tickets and how Sir Jecht was a great blitzball player back in Zanarkand, and then she'd point out "A Hypello!" or "A Guado!" somewhere in the crowd of mostly humans.
"A Ronso!" Yuna shouted out, pointing her finger just slightly too the left. "He's a lot taller than you, Kimahri."
He grimaced, as he walked through the crowd.
"And his horn isn't broken off like yours!"
Kimahri walked faster, using his Ronso eyes to find the quickest path through all the motion.
"Can we go say "Hi" to him? I haven't met any other Ronso before."
"Kimahri cannot."
"Why not?"
"Kimahri is not tribe member anymore."
"Why not?"
"Kimahri lost fight and left mountain. Ronso not accept Kimahri anymore."
"Oh. You could just say you're sorry."
"Kimahri needs to take Yuna to Besaid. Then will say sorry."
He could sense Yuna settling down when she said that. The heels of her feet stopped pounding against the straps of his harness and her free hand stopped tugging on one of his braid.
"Can we go see a game?" Her voice seemed quiet, almost thoughtful. "We could cheer and cheer and cheer. And then the stadium would get all lit up."
"Kimahri not have ticket."
"They sell them at the gate too. All the leftover seats. Jecht told me. It's mid season too, so not as many people are here."
"Kimahri sees lots of people."
"There will be seats. And we kill a lot of fiends so we have lots of gil."
"Kimahri will see."
The line of people, though long, did not stretch to the outside of Luca stadium as Kimahri had expected. Yuna tugged on one braid triumphantly. "See, I told you."
"Yuna was right. Kimahri sorry."
"Now, when someone moves up, you move up too. And then when you get to the counter you say "Two please", and then you say that you're going to cheer for the Zanarkand Abes."
"Zanarkand is ruined city beyond Gagazet."
"Sir Jecht said that the Zanarkand Abes were the best team ever."
"Zanarkand Abes not playing today."
"Aww...well, then we can cheer for Luca. Since that's the home team."
Kimahri nodded as he stepped forward in line, as the ticket man shouted "Next!" The line moved much faster than Kimahri thought it would. Perhaps because of the rushed atmosphere of the day.
"Next!"
"It's our turn, Kimahri!"
Kimahri stepped up to the window, the pouch of Gil heavy in his hand. "Two tickets. Luca."
"Sorry. All sold out on Luca. Another team perhaps. Hear the Fangs are gonna go pretty far this year." Despite the words, the hume man at the window seemed dispassionate. Another day at his job perhaps.
Kimahri shook his head. "No Fangs. Besaid."
"Besaid-- Um... sir, are you looking for a blitzball show or a comedy. Because there's a good comedy playing at the theater...Days of my Shoopuf."
"Kimahri and I are going to Besaid, and we're going to live there."
"I see. I see. Be warned. It's a beautiful island, but I'm sure with all the falling blitz balls it might not be safe. 500 gil please."
Kimahri reached into the purse, his hands counting out the diminutive coins, and slapped them down on the counter. Two tickets were produced and Kimahri took the thin scraps of paper in his hands. "Just go up there, and present them to the guard." The man behind the counter informed him as he walked away.
Kimahri did so, relieved when the guard who tore the stubs off the tickets nodded without saying a word and told them how to find 36D and 36E.
***
"I can't see Kimarhi. Can you tell the guy in front of me to lower his head?"
Kimahri shook his head. "Change seats with Kimahri. Short woman in front of him."
The uncontrolled crowd outside the stadium hand suddenly become an ordered ring around the blitzsphere. Some sections, Luca, Killika, Al Bhed were near to overfilling, with the Guado and Ronso sections slightly less, perhaps because of the larger distance that needed to be traveled. And, Kimahri thought, the special permission required for a Ronso to leave Gagazet. Kimahri brought his head to the sparse Besaid section before he became tempted to search the Ronso crowd for someone he knew.
"Welcome everyone! Do we have a show for you today! It's the Al Bhed Psyches vs. the Ronso Fangs, the Luca Goers vs. the Besaid Aurochs. And the Killika Beasts vs. the Guado Glories. It's gonna be a day to remember, isn't that right, Jimma?"
"Absolutely right, Bobba! It's the Calm Season and everyone is ready to give their best! So let's get to the action!"
On cue, the sound of water rumbling in pipes started and the the clear glass sphere in the middle of the stadium filled up with water. The captain and teams stood in front of their session working the crowd before the match. Yuna, initially reluctant to cheer for the Aurochs became just as caught up as the others in their section, going to far to even stand up in her seat and shout and wave her arms at the captain. One of the members, a young rookie judging by his scrawny frame, smiled at Yuna and pumped his fist in the air. Kimahri almost smiled.
"Our first match of the day is the Al Bhed Psyches. Now, the Psyches are our current champions, but Gerim Ronso is definitely a genius at defense. It could be anyone's game..."
Though he tried not to, Kimahri searched the dome for a face or bearing that he knew from Gagazet. Some of the younger players, Gerim for instance, would have been in a year-mate in training and chosen for the Ronso blitz team for his unusual lack of apprehension for water, while others would have been famous on Gagazet, though many of the older ones chose to live in Luca for access to better training. Perhaps...he could become a servant for them, when he left Yuna at Besaid.
A buzzer sounded. Psyches 1. Fangs 0. Kimahri concealed any reaction, not that he was sure exactly what that reaction would be if he expressed it. He opened his eyes and breathed, letting his eyes follow the action in the sphere, and not letting his nose try to identify the Ronso in the crowd. Halftime. Still Psyches 1. Ronso 2. A rendition of the blitzers theme played over speakers in the stadiums, and everyone sang in a half-out-of tune pitch that sounded more like 1000 individual high-volume shouts than a song.
Second half, and Kimahri noticed the Ronso upping their game, stealing the ball from the Psyches, and playing the elaborate game of keep-away Ronso children used to play with a blitzball. Gerim had always been annoyingly good at that game. The offense lacked though. None of that warrior spirit had been infused into these Lucan Ronso, who spent their time training for blitzball, not battle. He saw openings, and he was tempted to stand up and scream at the dome. He did not though. And by the time the buzzer rang, the Al Bhed had not scored another goal, but neither had the Ronso.
"Your team lost Kimahri." Yuna said matter-of-factly.
"Fangs not Kimahri's team."
"The Fangs are a Ronso team, and you're a Ronso."
Kimahri had a feeling the conversation had just came around in a circle.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna
Rating: G
Word Count: 1315
Summary: Kimahri and Yuna go to a Blitzball Game.
Kimahri had once heard from the Ronso Blitzball team that match days were the craziest days anywhere in Spira. Walking into Luca, all docks closed off until the current tournament ended, and seeing the place filled with loud music and even louder drunks, he could believe them.
On his shoulders, perched above the crowd with cotton candy in one hand, Yuna shouted everything she could see. She talked all at once, about blitzball and tickets and how Sir Jecht was a great blitzball player back in Zanarkand, and then she'd point out "A Hypello!" or "A Guado!" somewhere in the crowd of mostly humans.
"A Ronso!" Yuna shouted out, pointing her finger just slightly too the left. "He's a lot taller than you, Kimahri."
He grimaced, as he walked through the crowd.
"And his horn isn't broken off like yours!"
Kimahri walked faster, using his Ronso eyes to find the quickest path through all the motion.
"Can we go say "Hi" to him? I haven't met any other Ronso before."
"Kimahri cannot."
"Why not?"
"Kimahri is not tribe member anymore."
"Why not?"
"Kimahri lost fight and left mountain. Ronso not accept Kimahri anymore."
"Oh. You could just say you're sorry."
"Kimahri needs to take Yuna to Besaid. Then will say sorry."
He could sense Yuna settling down when she said that. The heels of her feet stopped pounding against the straps of his harness and her free hand stopped tugging on one of his braid.
"Can we go see a game?" Her voice seemed quiet, almost thoughtful. "We could cheer and cheer and cheer. And then the stadium would get all lit up."
"Kimahri not have ticket."
"They sell them at the gate too. All the leftover seats. Jecht told me. It's mid season too, so not as many people are here."
"Kimahri sees lots of people."
"There will be seats. And we kill a lot of fiends so we have lots of gil."
"Kimahri will see."
The line of people, though long, did not stretch to the outside of Luca stadium as Kimahri had expected. Yuna tugged on one braid triumphantly. "See, I told you."
"Yuna was right. Kimahri sorry."
"Now, when someone moves up, you move up too. And then when you get to the counter you say "Two please", and then you say that you're going to cheer for the Zanarkand Abes."
"Zanarkand is ruined city beyond Gagazet."
"Sir Jecht said that the Zanarkand Abes were the best team ever."
"Zanarkand Abes not playing today."
"Aww...well, then we can cheer for Luca. Since that's the home team."
Kimahri nodded as he stepped forward in line, as the ticket man shouted "Next!" The line moved much faster than Kimahri thought it would. Perhaps because of the rushed atmosphere of the day.
"Next!"
"It's our turn, Kimahri!"
Kimahri stepped up to the window, the pouch of Gil heavy in his hand. "Two tickets. Luca."
"Sorry. All sold out on Luca. Another team perhaps. Hear the Fangs are gonna go pretty far this year." Despite the words, the hume man at the window seemed dispassionate. Another day at his job perhaps.
Kimahri shook his head. "No Fangs. Besaid."
"Besaid-- Um... sir, are you looking for a blitzball show or a comedy. Because there's a good comedy playing at the theater...Days of my Shoopuf."
"Kimahri and I are going to Besaid, and we're going to live there."
"I see. I see. Be warned. It's a beautiful island, but I'm sure with all the falling blitz balls it might not be safe. 500 gil please."
Kimahri reached into the purse, his hands counting out the diminutive coins, and slapped them down on the counter. Two tickets were produced and Kimahri took the thin scraps of paper in his hands. "Just go up there, and present them to the guard." The man behind the counter informed him as he walked away.
Kimahri did so, relieved when the guard who tore the stubs off the tickets nodded without saying a word and told them how to find 36D and 36E.
***
"I can't see Kimarhi. Can you tell the guy in front of me to lower his head?"
Kimahri shook his head. "Change seats with Kimahri. Short woman in front of him."
The uncontrolled crowd outside the stadium hand suddenly become an ordered ring around the blitzsphere. Some sections, Luca, Killika, Al Bhed were near to overfilling, with the Guado and Ronso sections slightly less, perhaps because of the larger distance that needed to be traveled. And, Kimahri thought, the special permission required for a Ronso to leave Gagazet. Kimahri brought his head to the sparse Besaid section before he became tempted to search the Ronso crowd for someone he knew.
"Welcome everyone! Do we have a show for you today! It's the Al Bhed Psyches vs. the Ronso Fangs, the Luca Goers vs. the Besaid Aurochs. And the Killika Beasts vs. the Guado Glories. It's gonna be a day to remember, isn't that right, Jimma?"
"Absolutely right, Bobba! It's the Calm Season and everyone is ready to give their best! So let's get to the action!"
On cue, the sound of water rumbling in pipes started and the the clear glass sphere in the middle of the stadium filled up with water. The captain and teams stood in front of their session working the crowd before the match. Yuna, initially reluctant to cheer for the Aurochs became just as caught up as the others in their section, going to far to even stand up in her seat and shout and wave her arms at the captain. One of the members, a young rookie judging by his scrawny frame, smiled at Yuna and pumped his fist in the air. Kimahri almost smiled.
"Our first match of the day is the Al Bhed Psyches. Now, the Psyches are our current champions, but Gerim Ronso is definitely a genius at defense. It could be anyone's game..."
Though he tried not to, Kimahri searched the dome for a face or bearing that he knew from Gagazet. Some of the younger players, Gerim for instance, would have been in a year-mate in training and chosen for the Ronso blitz team for his unusual lack of apprehension for water, while others would have been famous on Gagazet, though many of the older ones chose to live in Luca for access to better training. Perhaps...he could become a servant for them, when he left Yuna at Besaid.
A buzzer sounded. Psyches 1. Fangs 0. Kimahri concealed any reaction, not that he was sure exactly what that reaction would be if he expressed it. He opened his eyes and breathed, letting his eyes follow the action in the sphere, and not letting his nose try to identify the Ronso in the crowd. Halftime. Still Psyches 1. Ronso 2. A rendition of the blitzers theme played over speakers in the stadiums, and everyone sang in a half-out-of tune pitch that sounded more like 1000 individual high-volume shouts than a song.
Second half, and Kimahri noticed the Ronso upping their game, stealing the ball from the Psyches, and playing the elaborate game of keep-away Ronso children used to play with a blitzball. Gerim had always been annoyingly good at that game. The offense lacked though. None of that warrior spirit had been infused into these Lucan Ronso, who spent their time training for blitzball, not battle. He saw openings, and he was tempted to stand up and scream at the dome. He did not though. And by the time the buzzer rang, the Al Bhed had not scored another goal, but neither had the Ronso.
"Your team lost Kimahri." Yuna said matter-of-factly.
"Fangs not Kimahri's team."
"The Fangs are a Ronso team, and you're a Ronso."
Kimahri had a feeling the conversation had just came around in a circle.
