Little Sisters Don't Stay Little - A Final Fantasy X drabble
A/N: Just something I thought of randomly and typed down before I could lose the thought. First draft, don't know if I plan on taking it any further than this, but wanted to share, nonetheless. ^.^ Lulu observes Yuna growing up.
I never had a sister of my own. I never really had a family of my own. She was the only family I ever had and here I am, taking her to her death. She was always the type to sacrifice herself - she only followed her father’s example. I never knew her father, but I always felt a strange combination of emotion towards him - respect for his self-sacrifice, loathing for his abandonment of her.
I can’t project my feelings for Lord Braska onto her. There isn’t enough time anymore. I’m walking my little sister to her death. There isn’t enough time - there never was enough time. Ten years flew by too fast. I’m going to hold a memorial for another summoner soon.
I have to ask: what kind of faith asks a person to die for a population? What set her apart from any other person to bring the Calm for another few years? I know the answer - it’s something she wanted to do. She feels a sense of duty. I feel a sense of loss, even while she’s still here with me. Her life slips between my fingers faster than I can scramble to catch hold of her again.
It isn’t a journey she can deviate from. She has a set course that does not turn left or right - only steers straight ahead. She says she wants to smile as much as she can, laugh just as much. But there aren’t any more toys, no more games, no more dress-up clothes, no more hunting for shells on the sea shore, no more afternoon naps in the hammock, no more late-night scavenger hunts. I still think of her as a girl, but as she walks the long, dusty path before me, I can’t avoid seeing a woman in place of my little sister. I ache for my little sister.
When he walked into our lives, I knew he would be trouble for at least one of us. She’s had a special eye for him from the beginning. All of the sudden, she slips through my fingers faster than before. Someone has stolen her heart - even if she were to live past Sin’s defeat, she wouldn’t be the person I knew.
So we walk in silence, pressing ahead to her end. It isn’t hard right now, thinking of her death, but I’ll give it time. When we reach the ruins of Zanarkand, I expect things to become more difficult. How much more, is difficult to say. I’ve been preparing her and myself for that day for two years. I trained her for that day! If I hadn’t, she would have found someone else to teach her. She’s just hard-headed that way.
But this boy, the one who was touched by Sin’s poison and the necessary sacrifice to Sin’s defeat - I can’t hold onto her tightly enough. She’s growing up before my eyes. I know I’m a stiff personality, but I can’t handle these fast changes.
It’s very late in the evening. She sleeps close to me - I refuse to take any risks with that boy in our company. Snores waft above our makeshift camp. I can’t sleep. White pinpricks speckle the black night sky - I aimlessly count them. Something disturbs her in her dreams and she turns over to me, moaning without words. I watch her face contort mildly and I gather her to me. In her sleep, she throws her arms around me.
For nostalgia’s sake, I carry her old toy Moogle that she slept with as a child. She put it aside when she began her training to be a summoner, but it’s my keepsake. I pull it from my travel sack and put it against her chest. I hope it will warm her sleeping heart. I’m filled with satisfaction as she draws her arms back and around her old Moogle. She curls up against me and sighs his name. I want to cry with the bittersweet moment.
I only hold her more tightly. I don’t know how much time I’ve got left with her.
I never had a sister of my own. I never really had a family of my own. She was the only family I ever had and here I am, taking her to her death. She was always the type to sacrifice herself - she only followed her father’s example. I never knew her father, but I always felt a strange combination of emotion towards him - respect for his self-sacrifice, loathing for his abandonment of her.
I can’t project my feelings for Lord Braska onto her. There isn’t enough time anymore. I’m walking my little sister to her death. There isn’t enough time - there never was enough time. Ten years flew by too fast. I’m going to hold a memorial for another summoner soon.
I have to ask: what kind of faith asks a person to die for a population? What set her apart from any other person to bring the Calm for another few years? I know the answer - it’s something she wanted to do. She feels a sense of duty. I feel a sense of loss, even while she’s still here with me. Her life slips between my fingers faster than I can scramble to catch hold of her again.
It isn’t a journey she can deviate from. She has a set course that does not turn left or right - only steers straight ahead. She says she wants to smile as much as she can, laugh just as much. But there aren’t any more toys, no more games, no more dress-up clothes, no more hunting for shells on the sea shore, no more afternoon naps in the hammock, no more late-night scavenger hunts. I still think of her as a girl, but as she walks the long, dusty path before me, I can’t avoid seeing a woman in place of my little sister. I ache for my little sister.
When he walked into our lives, I knew he would be trouble for at least one of us. She’s had a special eye for him from the beginning. All of the sudden, she slips through my fingers faster than before. Someone has stolen her heart - even if she were to live past Sin’s defeat, she wouldn’t be the person I knew.
So we walk in silence, pressing ahead to her end. It isn’t hard right now, thinking of her death, but I’ll give it time. When we reach the ruins of Zanarkand, I expect things to become more difficult. How much more, is difficult to say. I’ve been preparing her and myself for that day for two years. I trained her for that day! If I hadn’t, she would have found someone else to teach her. She’s just hard-headed that way.
But this boy, the one who was touched by Sin’s poison and the necessary sacrifice to Sin’s defeat - I can’t hold onto her tightly enough. She’s growing up before my eyes. I know I’m a stiff personality, but I can’t handle these fast changes.
It’s very late in the evening. She sleeps close to me - I refuse to take any risks with that boy in our company. Snores waft above our makeshift camp. I can’t sleep. White pinpricks speckle the black night sky - I aimlessly count them. Something disturbs her in her dreams and she turns over to me, moaning without words. I watch her face contort mildly and I gather her to me. In her sleep, she throws her arms around me.
For nostalgia’s sake, I carry her old toy Moogle that she slept with as a child. She put it aside when she began her training to be a summoner, but it’s my keepsake. I pull it from my travel sack and put it against her chest. I hope it will warm her sleeping heart. I’m filled with satisfaction as she draws her arms back and around her old Moogle. She curls up against me and sighs his name. I want to cry with the bittersweet moment.
I only hold her more tightly. I don’t know how much time I’ve got left with her.