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Silent Communication
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Class: White Mage
Fandom: Final Fantasy X / Final Fantasy X-2
Title: Silent Communication
Notes: A fic written for the Fic Prompt Party over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ff_minigames. The prompt was "Lulu/Wakka -- Chappu-related angst." from chacusha.
Summary: Lulu and Wakka take their newborn son to meet his uncle.
Characters/Pairings: Fic contains both Chappu x Lulu and Wakka x Lulu. Main character focus is on Wakka, Lulu, Chappu, and Vidina with other FFX/FFX-2 characters mentioned at times.
Word count: 1,646
Rating/warnings: Falls more into the G and PG realm, I think. Some very heavy spoilers for the plots of both FFX and FFX-2 abound throughout the fic.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X/FFX-2 or any of those games' characters, they are the rightful property of Square-Enix. This is just a short fic I wrote for fun! :) Please don’t sue meyou wouldn’t get much anyways, lolz.----
The grave was unadorned, save for the rock that rested atop it to serve as a marker. Despite that, however, the spot was well tended to. Foliage and debris were always carefully cleared away--the two of them seeing to that, as well as Yuna sometimes when she paid them a visit.
Truthfully, they both hated coming here: it was a harsh reminder, an obvious marker of what they’d both cared for deeply and had lost. But they had always tried to make daily pilgrimages here when they could, all the same.
It kept his memory alive. It helped keep THEIR memories of him fresh in their minds: a somber tribute that could have you crying one second or laughing in another depending on your thoughts or the context of your memories in any given moment.
For her, the trip this time was bittersweet...a reminder of what could have been coming face-to-face with what was. She felt guilty in a way, and not just because she hadn’t been able to come here for a while.
With poised grace she bent down, her fingertips landing lightly on the smooth polished stone of the marker. She let them linger there, feeling the coolness on her skin. She remembered the warmth of his hand in her mind, the brightness of his teeth as a he flashed a grin. The stone didn’t do him justice.
"...I’m sorry." She said under her breath as she finally pulled away, standing up straight once more.
Chappu would understand. He’d always been a rather open-minded fellow: quick with an encouraging word for just about anyone. He was always ready to forgive at a moment's notice whenever she had made a mistake or started an argument over the course of their courtship...even when she herself was too prideful to admit it--something that had happened on more occasions than she would ever admit to others. The only thing he had wanted for her, for everyone he knew really...was happiness.
Her companion let her stand there silently, his attention torn between his wife and the grave. While normally a loud and boisterous sort of person, when it came to these matters Wakka tended to be more silent and contemplative as well.
Both of them had very different perceptions on Chappu. Lulu's feelings for the first man she’d ever loved (and would always love, both of them knew and accepted that even as their own feelings for one another had started to grow into something more) were wholly separate from his own in regards to the baby brother he'd raised after their parents' deaths all those years ago.
Wakka had cared for Chappu as best he could, but his over-protectiveness and rather traditional viewpoints had caused the two to clash more than once. Chappu had wanted, had needed Wakka to be a brother at times when Wakka was more concerned with acting like a worried parent--even when Chappu had grown up. In the end, Chappu had disregarded his brother's views to go his own path. Their last words had been heated ones.
...To say that Wakka didn’t continue to carry that regret and guilt with him to this very day would be an extreme understatement. It was something he felt he should always carry with him, in order to ensure that he didn’t make the same mistake again. Seeing the Sphere with Chappu's last message to him a while ago had further cemented his resolve.
Whenever he came here, he would silently plead for Chappu's forgiveness. It was a constant plea he could never seem to get himself past.
Chappu would probably have rolled his eyes after awhile of constantly seeing Wakka behave this way...slap his shoulder hard and tell him to get over it before grinning widely. He'd been quick to forgive when someone was being genuine, and even in his last message and how he’d talked about Wakka with his friend Beclem...he'd made it clear that he’d been grateful to his brother and loved him still even if he sometimes wished Wakka would act more like a brother to him at times than a surrogate parent, knowing that he had to go a different path from him.
That had been a small comfort, despite how upset Chappu had been when voicing his feelings in the message...though small comforts took a bit longer to fully realize when they first present themselves.
Finally, Lulu spoke, "...You did a great thing, visiting here for me."
Her voice was soft, as though it took a lot of effort to get the words out. He had a feeling she'd known for quite sometime what he'd been up to when he'd left their home more frequently than he had normally done in the past during those last few months.
"I came here twice a day since you couldn't. I figured it was the right thing to do, ya?"
The weight in his arms wriggled somewhat and he glanced down. The bundle that was there remained silent for the moment. He wondered if that would last for much longer.
"Thank you." His wife's dark eyes never left the grave marker.
"Sure."
The two fell into silence again, a small breeze blowing around them. What they were about to do was something they'd agreed on months before, but it was still hard for both of them.
Truthfully, even being here together was rather odd in a sense. The last time they’d done so was after they’d gotten married. It had been an emotional time for them, though they had stayed relatively silent when they'd made the trek here...and upon leaving the site too. The only words that had been spoken then had been, "We did it, Chappu."...spoken by a somber Wakka.
They'd held hands when walking back to the village afterwards, quiet in their individual thoughts but giving silent support to one another.
It was again Wakka's voice that finally broke the prolonged stillness lingering here. Knowing that the two of them could literally stand there for hours on end, he cleared his throat. When Lulu gave no indication that she wanted the silence to continue even longer, he raised the bundle wrapped in blankets out in front of him--directly over the grave marker.
"Chappu...this is your first nephew." He beamed proudly, ignoring the burning sensation that was starting to tear up his eyes, "His name is Vidina. It's Al Bhed for 'Future'...I bet that's a shocker for you: me naming one of my kids an Al Bhed name. It's pretty fitting though, ya?"
Beside him, the faintest trace of a smile crossed over Lulu’s lips momentarily. She resisted the urge to dab at her eyes, wanting to see Wakka continue.
"Vidina," he was addressing the baby now, "This is where your Uncle Chappu is resting. You’ll be hearing loads about him as you grow up!"
The tiny redheaded infant that Wakka was holding up gave a small yawn and shifted his position again in his father's arms. He opened one eye partly to look out at what was going on, gave a small "coo" of noise under his breath, and promptly shut his eye lazily once more.
"He's always either sleeping or crying, ya?" Wakka joked out loud, his voice trailing in the wind.
Lulu's smile became slightly more prominent at this, "Babies usually do. Ours is no exception." There was a surprisingly playful banter to her tone.
"Yeah, but he has a lot of energy when he's awake and crying for something. I can tell he's going to be a handful when he gets older...just like you were, Chappu!"
"...You can't wait for that to happen, can you?" the teasing tone was still present in her voice.
Despite the moistness beginning to form in her eyes, a sense of peacefulness had settled over Lulu as she joked openly with her husband. This moment, that they'd both agreed upon but secretly dreaded, was becoming surprisingly cathartic in a way.
...Chappu would have been happy to see them like this. The thought had come into her mind unbidden and lay there now, a lingering sentiment that calmed some of the doubts she'd carried with her for so long. She was sure of that now.
Looking at the smile on Wakka's face as he stared fondly at their son, his eyes more openly showing the tears building up in them than her own were--she was fairly positive he shared the exact same sentiment. It was something that gave them both comfort.
"Maybe, ya?" Wakka's response to her earlier question was just as teasing, "And look at his hair too! Maybe he'll look more like Chappu than me even. ...I wouldn’t mind, ya? He'll have all the girls on the island going crazy in that case!"
"...There’s still a little time before that happens. Thankfully." Lulu held out her hands and took Vidina from Wakka.
The baby cooed pleasantly in his sleep in response to the exchange as he was cradled in her arms amidst the blankets they'd wrapped him in for the walk. They stood there silently again for a few more minutes. After he adjusted well enough to his new positioning, the couple began moving as one back towards Besaid.
"...I think he looks like both of you." Lulu said quietly.
"Yeah?" Next to her, Wakka grinned.
She nodded, shifting Vidina's weight again so that he was resting securely in the crook of one of her arms. Thankfully, he didn't stir from the movement.
"All three of you have the same smile."
That was the last thing that was spoken between them as the family walked on in companionable silence, a calming breeze still blowing at their backs.
Lulu and Wakka were holding hands: everything they couldn't bring themselves to say to one another right now (and perhaps never would be able to say), conveyed in that one simple gesture.
breyzyyin)Class: White Mage
Fandom: Final Fantasy X / Final Fantasy X-2
Title: Silent Communication
Notes: A fic written for the Fic Prompt Party over at
ff_minigames. The prompt was "Lulu/Wakka -- Chappu-related angst." from chacusha.Summary: Lulu and Wakka take their newborn son to meet his uncle.
Characters/Pairings: Fic contains both Chappu x Lulu and Wakka x Lulu. Main character focus is on Wakka, Lulu, Chappu, and Vidina with other FFX/FFX-2 characters mentioned at times.
Word count: 1,646
Rating/warnings: Falls more into the G and PG realm, I think. Some very heavy spoilers for the plots of both FFX and FFX-2 abound throughout the fic.
----Legal Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X/FFX-2 or any of those games' characters, they are the rightful property of Square-Enix. This is just a short fic I wrote for fun! :) Please don’t sue me
The grave was unadorned, save for the rock that rested atop it to serve as a marker. Despite that, however, the spot was well tended to. Foliage and debris were always carefully cleared away--the two of them seeing to that, as well as Yuna sometimes when she paid them a visit.
Truthfully, they both hated coming here: it was a harsh reminder, an obvious marker of what they’d both cared for deeply and had lost. But they had always tried to make daily pilgrimages here when they could, all the same.
It kept his memory alive. It helped keep THEIR memories of him fresh in their minds: a somber tribute that could have you crying one second or laughing in another depending on your thoughts or the context of your memories in any given moment.
For her, the trip this time was bittersweet...a reminder of what could have been coming face-to-face with what was. She felt guilty in a way, and not just because she hadn’t been able to come here for a while.
With poised grace she bent down, her fingertips landing lightly on the smooth polished stone of the marker. She let them linger there, feeling the coolness on her skin. She remembered the warmth of his hand in her mind, the brightness of his teeth as a he flashed a grin. The stone didn’t do him justice.
"...I’m sorry." She said under her breath as she finally pulled away, standing up straight once more.
Chappu would understand. He’d always been a rather open-minded fellow: quick with an encouraging word for just about anyone. He was always ready to forgive at a moment's notice whenever she had made a mistake or started an argument over the course of their courtship...even when she herself was too prideful to admit it--something that had happened on more occasions than she would ever admit to others. The only thing he had wanted for her, for everyone he knew really...was happiness.
Her companion let her stand there silently, his attention torn between his wife and the grave. While normally a loud and boisterous sort of person, when it came to these matters Wakka tended to be more silent and contemplative as well.
Both of them had very different perceptions on Chappu. Lulu's feelings for the first man she’d ever loved (and would always love, both of them knew and accepted that even as their own feelings for one another had started to grow into something more) were wholly separate from his own in regards to the baby brother he'd raised after their parents' deaths all those years ago.
Wakka had cared for Chappu as best he could, but his over-protectiveness and rather traditional viewpoints had caused the two to clash more than once. Chappu had wanted, had needed Wakka to be a brother at times when Wakka was more concerned with acting like a worried parent--even when Chappu had grown up. In the end, Chappu had disregarded his brother's views to go his own path. Their last words had been heated ones.
...To say that Wakka didn’t continue to carry that regret and guilt with him to this very day would be an extreme understatement. It was something he felt he should always carry with him, in order to ensure that he didn’t make the same mistake again. Seeing the Sphere with Chappu's last message to him a while ago had further cemented his resolve.
Whenever he came here, he would silently plead for Chappu's forgiveness. It was a constant plea he could never seem to get himself past.
Chappu would probably have rolled his eyes after awhile of constantly seeing Wakka behave this way...slap his shoulder hard and tell him to get over it before grinning widely. He'd been quick to forgive when someone was being genuine, and even in his last message and how he’d talked about Wakka with his friend Beclem...he'd made it clear that he’d been grateful to his brother and loved him still even if he sometimes wished Wakka would act more like a brother to him at times than a surrogate parent, knowing that he had to go a different path from him.
That had been a small comfort, despite how upset Chappu had been when voicing his feelings in the message...though small comforts took a bit longer to fully realize when they first present themselves.
Finally, Lulu spoke, "...You did a great thing, visiting here for me."
Her voice was soft, as though it took a lot of effort to get the words out. He had a feeling she'd known for quite sometime what he'd been up to when he'd left their home more frequently than he had normally done in the past during those last few months.
"I came here twice a day since you couldn't. I figured it was the right thing to do, ya?"
The weight in his arms wriggled somewhat and he glanced down. The bundle that was there remained silent for the moment. He wondered if that would last for much longer.
"Thank you." His wife's dark eyes never left the grave marker.
"Sure."
The two fell into silence again, a small breeze blowing around them. What they were about to do was something they'd agreed on months before, but it was still hard for both of them.
Truthfully, even being here together was rather odd in a sense. The last time they’d done so was after they’d gotten married. It had been an emotional time for them, though they had stayed relatively silent when they'd made the trek here...and upon leaving the site too. The only words that had been spoken then had been, "We did it, Chappu."...spoken by a somber Wakka.
They'd held hands when walking back to the village afterwards, quiet in their individual thoughts but giving silent support to one another.
It was again Wakka's voice that finally broke the prolonged stillness lingering here. Knowing that the two of them could literally stand there for hours on end, he cleared his throat. When Lulu gave no indication that she wanted the silence to continue even longer, he raised the bundle wrapped in blankets out in front of him--directly over the grave marker.
"Chappu...this is your first nephew." He beamed proudly, ignoring the burning sensation that was starting to tear up his eyes, "His name is Vidina. It's Al Bhed for 'Future'...I bet that's a shocker for you: me naming one of my kids an Al Bhed name. It's pretty fitting though, ya?"
Beside him, the faintest trace of a smile crossed over Lulu’s lips momentarily. She resisted the urge to dab at her eyes, wanting to see Wakka continue.
"Vidina," he was addressing the baby now, "This is where your Uncle Chappu is resting. You’ll be hearing loads about him as you grow up!"
The tiny redheaded infant that Wakka was holding up gave a small yawn and shifted his position again in his father's arms. He opened one eye partly to look out at what was going on, gave a small "coo" of noise under his breath, and promptly shut his eye lazily once more.
"He's always either sleeping or crying, ya?" Wakka joked out loud, his voice trailing in the wind.
Lulu's smile became slightly more prominent at this, "Babies usually do. Ours is no exception." There was a surprisingly playful banter to her tone.
"Yeah, but he has a lot of energy when he's awake and crying for something. I can tell he's going to be a handful when he gets older...just like you were, Chappu!"
"...You can't wait for that to happen, can you?" the teasing tone was still present in her voice.
Despite the moistness beginning to form in her eyes, a sense of peacefulness had settled over Lulu as she joked openly with her husband. This moment, that they'd both agreed upon but secretly dreaded, was becoming surprisingly cathartic in a way.
...Chappu would have been happy to see them like this. The thought had come into her mind unbidden and lay there now, a lingering sentiment that calmed some of the doubts she'd carried with her for so long. She was sure of that now.
Looking at the smile on Wakka's face as he stared fondly at their son, his eyes more openly showing the tears building up in them than her own were--she was fairly positive he shared the exact same sentiment. It was something that gave them both comfort.
"Maybe, ya?" Wakka's response to her earlier question was just as teasing, "And look at his hair too! Maybe he'll look more like Chappu than me even. ...I wouldn’t mind, ya? He'll have all the girls on the island going crazy in that case!"
"...There’s still a little time before that happens. Thankfully." Lulu held out her hands and took Vidina from Wakka.
The baby cooed pleasantly in his sleep in response to the exchange as he was cradled in her arms amidst the blankets they'd wrapped him in for the walk. They stood there silently again for a few more minutes. After he adjusted well enough to his new positioning, the couple began moving as one back towards Besaid.
"...I think he looks like both of you." Lulu said quietly.
"Yeah?" Next to her, Wakka grinned.
She nodded, shifting Vidina's weight again so that he was resting securely in the crook of one of her arms. Thankfully, he didn't stir from the movement.
"All three of you have the same smile."
That was the last thing that was spoken between them as the family walked on in companionable silence, a calming breeze still blowing at their backs.
Lulu and Wakka were holding hands: everything they couldn't bring themselves to say to one another right now (and perhaps never would be able to say), conveyed in that one simple gesture.