FFX: Jeannette's Tale

Prologue: "This Is Your Story, Jeannette."


The blitzball was coming to her…faster, faster, and then that damn Zanarkand Abe--

Went flying out of the arena as his momentum carried him past the nimble Jeanette. The Blitzball was grabbed by one of her team-mates, and while the Abes’ star Tidus was busily running to get to the platform that would allow him to return to the play, Jeanette’s team mate scored a goal and the Gaia Czarinas pulled into the lead. While swimming back to place, Jeanette glanced at the slim redhead who had scored and promised herself that she’d have to give her a private reward for that goal later.

This was somewhat standard procedure for Jeanette. Her team (for she was the captain) was primarily females, so whenever they did well in games, she’d wait until after the game when they were alone in the showers or locker room and give them a private reward for their accomplishments.

This is a nice way to say that she jumped them and screwed them silly.

Jeanette was many things. She was a pretty good Blitzball player. She was a fairly skilled Geomancer (which, considering how rare it was in Zanarkand to find a natural setting large enough to hone one’s Geomancer skills properly, was no small feat). And she was a lesbian near-nymphomaniac. Of course, some of the women were straight, which really sucked, but most were bi or gay.

Lately, however, Jeanette had begun to feel…dissatisfied, somehow. In her middle twenties, she was beginning to find less thrill in sex with whatever sweet young teenage girl she could find. She was beginning to notice men and women who had significant others more and more. And although she still loved to make it with the sexy mostly-underage girls on her team, she found herself wishing more and more that she could find someone closer to her age, someone she could, well, settle down with.

In a non-sexually-monogamous sense, of course.

As Jeanette got back into position, she suddenly felt a ripple in the water blitz sphere. And almost as soon as she felt this, the world around her came asunder. Missiles of light crashed through the stadium, straight through the crowds, shattering everything in the vicinity. The machine to control the water sphere was destroyed as well, and Jeanette found herself suddenly falling with the water through space to the dark bottom of Zanarkand below…

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Dark…cold, and dark…it was so cold, so unpleasantly dark, yet she couldn’t move, didn’t seem to even remember how to…

And then she was forcefully yanked from the water by strong hands and dropped none-too-gently onto broken concrete. Gasping and spluttering, Jeanette managed to hear her rescuer’s voice mutter, “Blonde hair looked like his under the water.”

She opened her eyes and saw an aged man in a red cloak with small shaded glasses peering at her with a strong, unsettling gaze of irritation. Before she could react, the man turned and began walking toward…toward…

“Wh-what is that!?” Jeanette gasped as she took in a gigantic floating monster far off in the sky. Everywhere it went, destruction followed.

“Sin,” was the calm, plain response as the man kept walking. Not understanding, Jeanette shakily stood and tried to follow.

The man glanced back at her. “You should stand back, girl. Sinspawn are coming.”

Without enough time for Jeanette to even ask what he meant, large pods began crashing into the ground mere feet away from the man, taking shape into monsters which began attacking him. Jeanette was amazed by the man’s skill and grace in combat--he barely ever slowed to the point that one lucky Sinspawn could damage him, and even when he did his reflexes kept each attack from being anything more than a glancing blow.

Although it was obvious that this man could take care of himself without her aid, Jeanette decided to quicken his task. Carefully focusing on several of the Sinspawn who were further back and thus not immediately about to be cut down by the swordsman, Jeanette unleashed one of her elemental attacks. Chunks of cement ripped themselves free of the highway road and began slamming into several monsters with such force that the creatures were soon too battered and broken to pose any threat. As Jeanette had busied herself with this, Auron had taken care of the rest.

He turned to her, and Jeanette could not be sure if she were imagining a slight look of curiosity in his eyes.

“You are capable of moderate self defense…come with me!” he commanded.

Confused and having no idea what else to do, Jeanette hurried to follow the mysterious man, whose even pace somehow was faster even than her running.

“Wait!” she cried as he began to get farther away. “Who are you!? What’s going on!?”

“I am Auron,” the man said, glancing over his shoulder. “Sin is attacking your city.”

“Sin?”

Auron pointed his sword at the monster in the sky. “It seeks Tidus. He was not in the blitz sphere as I thought he would be. You must help me find him quickly, before Sin must leave.”

And so Jeanette and Auron moved quickly through the city for twenty minutes or so, fighting Sinspawn and looking for this person named Tidus. But after those twenty minutes were up, Sin began to descend upon their exact location. Its gravitational pull began to pick up Jeanette and draw the young Geomancer upwards toward it. She grabbed hold of a small, twisted bit of steel torn up from the road.

“Auron!” she screamed. “Help me! It has me!”

Auron seemed not to hear her. “He is alive, yes, but I have not found him.”

“Can you not stay even a minute longer?”

“What will happen to our plan?”

“Her?”

Auron turned his gaze upon Jeanette, but still ignored her cries for help.

“You’re sure? She is not the same as your son.”

“But is she good enough? Can she guide her on the right path?”

“Very well.”

And with that, Auron’s conversation with himself ended. He reached out and grabbed Jeanette’s hand.

He spoke to her. “This is your story, Jeanette. Make the most of it.”

And with that, Sin sucked them up, and all was black.