My Only Fantasy (Final Fantasy X)

Blame it on the Al B'hed

I woke up to see Seymour looking down at me. I laid there wordlessly looking up at him. 'Again....? This has to stop. I say let's fuck with him.' I grumbled. 'So what should I do?' I mused wickedly. "Why hello Clarice ." I said in my best Hannibal Lecter voice. He tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Do you have some sick fetish or something?" I asked him throwing the covers off.

"What?" Seymour asked.

"You know a kink, a thing to get your jolly's off." I explained further more getting up.

"I know what fetish means I simply don't understand why you asked me such a question." He said.

"Oh, I just wonder why it was that I wake up to see you watching me sleep so what else could it be?" I shrugged picking up my bag from the ground and heading towards the bathroom.

"I simply want to make sure nothing disturbs your sleep is all." Seymour said.

"That's a bold faced lie. So come on, what is it really cause I don't really think you get off on watching people sleep." I said shutting the door.

"I was just thinking is all."

"About?"

"You. You confuse me."

"Let me give you some advice. Stop." I said bluntly.

"But last night you said."

"Yeah I know what I said but the secret to understanding me is not to try." I said cutting him off.

"But how will we becomes friends if I don't understand you?" Seymour asked.

"Were already friends dingus. You just haven't realized it yet."

"What? How?" He asked following me as I walked out of the bathroom.

"When you took an interest in who I was. You were interested in me because we had something in common. Now you keep me around because not only do I know way more then I should about you but you find amusement in what I say and do."

"That is all that it takes to be a friend?"

"No, but it's a really good start." I said running my fingers through my hair.

"Here, let me help." He said pulling out a brush from the inside of his robe. It wasn't like the brushes I see at home, this was like a paint brush only a hell of lot bigger. He ran it through my hairhaving to work out many of the tangles. Thankfully I wasn't tender headed. "You haven't properly brushed your hair in a few days haven't you." Seymour stated.

"Yeah, lost my brush forgot to get a new one." I lied smoothly.

"You should of told me this sooner, we could of got you everything you needed in Guadosalam. No matter though, we can get you the things you need in Bevelle. We will be going there after leaving this temple." Seymour explained pocketing his brush again.

"Okay." I said meekly. I followed him out of the room to the main room of the temple. Once again I was bored to tears and Seymour talked with the monks of the temple. They seemed to hang on his every word. 'They don't know him, they don't know the turmoil he carries inside. Why has no one tried really getting to know him? Surely some have tried. Maybe he pushed them away? Why hasn't he pushed me away, sure he's been being a dick to me but he has yet to forcefully push me away.'

I watched Seymour like a hawk from that point on. Learning the way he interacted with others, listening to the words he used while doing so. I watched every body movement and took note of it for future use. It not that I wanted to break him down completely it's just I wanted to see if I could find differences between how he talks to others and how he talks to me, if there was any.