Title: Choices
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Yuna, Seymour, Tidus
Prompt: 018 Black
Word Count: 422
Rating: G
Summary: Yuna can't choose between them - the black-hearted villain and the noble hero.
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http://airelement.livejournal.com/11132.html They think that Seymour’s evil. A completely black-hearted and despicably ambitious excuse for a living being, no better than a fiend. Maybe they’re right. But, you know… I admire him.
He does what it takes to get where he wants. I’ve spent more time with him that anyone knows. He gave me a sphere that I can use to talk to him whenever I get some privacy. He did love his father, he told me. But Jyscal was standing in the way of Seymour’s ambition, and didn’t realise that it wasn’t a good place to be standing.
I look around at my guardians. They’re all so righteous and noble and kind; I love every last one of them to bits but they can be so irritating. They look at everything in black and white, and expect me to agree with all their views on good and evil.
Is it possible to love two completely opposite people at once? Seymour is intriguing and I want to know everything about him. He’s handsome and when we talk in private using the spheres, he’s caring and gentle and I see a softer side of him. I know he has a dark side - in fact, it’s not so much dark as jet black - but the contrast between the two parts of his personality intrigue me.
Then there’s Tidus. He’s fascinated me since the day we met; he cares so much for me and he’s the only one who truly cares about my opinion. He tries to make me happy and although some of the things he says make me sad, he only says them because he doesn’t know what happens at the end of a summoner’s pilgrimage.
How can I choose between the two of them? I do love Tidus, I really do. But if I abandoned Seymour for him, I’d always feel that sense of betrayal that you only get when you’re not being true to yourself. Yet if I let anyone know that I said I’d marry Seymour out of love, instead of a desire to control what he does, they’d shun me. They wouldn’t see me as the Yuna they know any more. I’d be different in their eyes - just like so many people before me, corrupted by power. I don’t want them to look at me and see a monster. But sometimes I wish that they could see past the image in their minds of shy Yuna who they grew up with, and see the real Yuna that lies behind my eyes.