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{Fan Fic} Repetition
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Class: Soldier
Title: Repetition
Summary: Shuyin desires closure. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
airship_lounge "closure" prompt.
Characters/Pairings: Character focus is on Shuyin, but it also mentions Lenne. Pairing is Shuyin x Lenne, I guess! O_O;
Word count: 482
Rating/warnings: PG. This fic is set before the events of FFX-2.
Legal Discalimer: I do not own FFX-2 or any FFX-2 characters! They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.
They were running. He could hear their feet reverberate against the dark floor...the soldiers of Bevelle getting closer. He could still feel Lenne in his arms, could still see her face and eyes as vividly as he did on that day. He wanted the soldiers to go away. He didn't want to hear them in this moment. He didn't want to remember them along with his last memories of her.
He also remembered the bullets. He remembered the searing pain when they entered his flesh. Recalling vaguely how his body fell to the floor, how Lenne fell across from him. The memory of the physical pain lingered, but he was all but numb to it by now.
He wasn't numb to the despair though, to his grief. Lenne reached for him, mouthing words he couldn't hear anymore...his senses were already failing. The last thing he saw when he was alive was Lenne, crying. He had the sudden realization that he had failed her, that he had failed himself. And then the living world faded.
...How many times had he seen that memory since dying? The Fayth dreamed an endless dream while Shuyin was forced to watch an endless nightmare constantly repeating. It wasn't a dream to him. It was his reality, his own personal Hell. Every time it replayed, he was forced to feel all over again: his love, his sorrow, his powerlessness, his hatred.
The emotions and memory consumed him. All this time, all these feelings swirled inside of him...devouring what little remained of his old self before the war had stolen Lenne, before it had stolen his own soul.
What was left of Shuyin now? An Unsent with nothing left to lose, the very grip of his sanity slipping. He couldn't remember the game of Blitzball he had enjoyed so much or the songs that Lenne sung that he loved. He still remembered her eyes, but when he tried to see them they were always accompanied by the sound of running footsteps getting closer...
Shuyin longed to be free: free of the guilt, free of the despair, free of the always repeating memory that haunted him. Forced to view his last moments over and over, Shuyin held on to his anger.
When would he be at rest from the memory? Shuyin was gripping Lenne. He heard the footsteps. The soldiers were getting closer again. Shuyin closed his eyes, knowing it didn't matter. This was his nightmare after all. He felt the bullets, then the cold floor.
He saw Lenne. Her hand, her tears. What was she trying to say? Shuyin couldn't hear her voice anymore. The living world yet again faded away. The same memory he witnessed again and again for years.
The rage welled up inside of him, wanting to burst out. Where was his closure? Bitterly, Shuyin hoped it would come swiftly, putting an end to it all.
breyzyyin)Class: Soldier
Title: Repetition
Summary: Shuyin desires closure. Written for the
airship_lounge "closure" prompt.Characters/Pairings: Character focus is on Shuyin, but it also mentions Lenne. Pairing is Shuyin x Lenne, I guess! O_O;
Word count: 482
Rating/warnings: PG. This fic is set before the events of FFX-2.
Legal Discalimer: I do not own FFX-2 or any FFX-2 characters! They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.
They were running. He could hear their feet reverberate against the dark floor...the soldiers of Bevelle getting closer. He could still feel Lenne in his arms, could still see her face and eyes as vividly as he did on that day. He wanted the soldiers to go away. He didn't want to hear them in this moment. He didn't want to remember them along with his last memories of her.
He also remembered the bullets. He remembered the searing pain when they entered his flesh. Recalling vaguely how his body fell to the floor, how Lenne fell across from him. The memory of the physical pain lingered, but he was all but numb to it by now.
He wasn't numb to the despair though, to his grief. Lenne reached for him, mouthing words he couldn't hear anymore...his senses were already failing. The last thing he saw when he was alive was Lenne, crying. He had the sudden realization that he had failed her, that he had failed himself. And then the living world faded.
...How many times had he seen that memory since dying? The Fayth dreamed an endless dream while Shuyin was forced to watch an endless nightmare constantly repeating. It wasn't a dream to him. It was his reality, his own personal Hell. Every time it replayed, he was forced to feel all over again: his love, his sorrow, his powerlessness, his hatred.
The emotions and memory consumed him. All this time, all these feelings swirled inside of him...devouring what little remained of his old self before the war had stolen Lenne, before it had stolen his own soul.
What was left of Shuyin now? An Unsent with nothing left to lose, the very grip of his sanity slipping. He couldn't remember the game of Blitzball he had enjoyed so much or the songs that Lenne sung that he loved. He still remembered her eyes, but when he tried to see them they were always accompanied by the sound of running footsteps getting closer...
Shuyin longed to be free: free of the guilt, free of the despair, free of the always repeating memory that haunted him. Forced to view his last moments over and over, Shuyin held on to his anger.
When would he be at rest from the memory? Shuyin was gripping Lenne. He heard the footsteps. The soldiers were getting closer again. Shuyin closed his eyes, knowing it didn't matter. This was his nightmare after all. He felt the bullets, then the cold floor.
He saw Lenne. Her hand, her tears. What was she trying to say? Shuyin couldn't hear her voice anymore. The living world yet again faded away. The same memory he witnessed again and again for years.
The rage welled up inside of him, wanting to burst out. Where was his closure? Bitterly, Shuyin hoped it would come swiftly, putting an end to it all.
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I liked the slipping of his memories, the slow contamination of everything he holds dear, while also showing the first strains of his ultimate goal in FFX-2 - erasing Spira, along with his own mistakes, to find the peace he seeks.
(I actually really like Shuyin as an antagonist, in case you couldn't guess, so I love that you chose to write about him! I considered him myself for my answer).
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(I actually really like Shuyin as an antagonist, in case you couldn't guess, so I love that you chose to write about him! I considered him myself for my answer).
~Thank you so much (again!)! I really like Shuyin as an antagonist too, so I've always wanted to try writing something about him and his reasoning for what he was doing in the game. He has such a tragic story! Shuyin was really the first character that came to mind for me when I read the "closure" prompt, so I'm glad I wasn't the only one who thought of him! ♥
I feel bad! FFX/FFX-2 are pretty much my favorite FF games (since I combine them in my head, lolz), but this is actually the first time I've ever really done anything fandom-wise for them! O_O;POINTS
I really liked this fic. Shuyin's a very interesting character, and I liked how you captured his sense of despair, guilt, and anger as he had to relive that same moment over and over again as he did...you captured how he started losing his sense of reality in a very creative way through your writing and description, and you just really feel for him while reading the story. It's very powerful, and I liked your take on the "closure" prompt. Great job! :D
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