By Moons Light

Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I had to make a decision, on which direction the story would take, now the original idea for this chapter was that since Wakka saw Tidus as a brother, and had claimed him as such (Gifting him with the brotherhood sword) he would be allowed to wash Tidus thus giving Seymour a chance to smell him. But I thought that that would just be too easy for Seymour, so hence the complete change of direction. Heh, as much as I love Seymour I like to make him suffer, in a good way though. So with out further ado I give you chapter four: Silently calling...

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Tidus sat quietly in a field of flowers, the purple sky that was dotted with white clouds shifted and moved with the imaginary wind, his body shook and shivered as phantom needles of pain continued to go through him. He couldn't tell you how long he had been here in this place, or even what this place really was, it didn't strike a memory from him or even give him a sense of where he was. A shiver wracks his body as he continued to look around, he knew that it was no use to walk around and explore, the place never changed in any way it stayed the same no matter in which direction he walked or for how long. The sky never changed color, never got darker or lighter to give away how the time passed, nothing moved except the clouds, in random patterns.

Heaving a sigh he falls back on to the soft grass as he closes his eyes, he couldn't figure out why he was here, the last thing he remembered was Auron giving him a potion, then blackness, and a fleeting flash of silver blue eyes. Tidus had searched his memory as to where those eyes came from but no one he had met had eyes like that. He bit his lip as a sharper knife of pain tore through him; tears welled silently behind his eyes. The pain was getting worse, moment by moment; the pain seared through him one second then froze him the next. He couldn't get a grip on it, couldn't get used to it, couldn't do anything but scream or cry silently.

"You know the pain would go away if you called out to him." A voice whispered in his ear, the voice was soft and yet harsh, sweet yet cruel, neither male nor female and yet it was unforgiving. "You do neither yourself nor your mate any good by not calling. Why do you insist of just sitting here? Do you wish your mate and yourself more pain and maybe death?" The voice demanded, but Tidus couldn't open his eyes, couldn't look as wave after wave of pain hit him.

"Call... mate?" He gasps out as he rolls over and curls up, he could understand the words the voice spoke, but he couldn't figure out their connection to him.

"Yes you fool, your Guado mate, the one who will complete you, do you not know anything?" The voice almost yells into his sensitive ear, its harshness had gotten more prominent gone was the sweetness, gone was the softness all that was left was condemnation with in the now masculine voice.

"Don't know, never told... never knew." Tidus coughs out, the copper tang of blood filling his mouth, he wanted to retch but he had no strength for it. The voice gasps in his ear, as cool hands touch his face easing the burning of his flesh.

"Oh you poor thing," The voice whispers as the hands continued to stroke his face and neck. The tone and resonance of the voice had shifted, back to sweetness and cotton, back to its unisex combination of tone and sound. "You are an intended, which is what we call a person destined to be a mate of either a Guado or Ronso. What you are going through right now is a right of passage; your body is changing, becoming more of this world and less of your old. You will gain abilities that were not available to you before. But you are in danger, for you know nothing of what is happening to you. Instead of calling like all the others, you knew not how and so your body and mind are failing." The voice pauses before continuing in a more comforting tone, its duality still a shock to Tidus. "You are dying. Because you have not called to your mate, your mate doesn't know where you are in the world, and also because you are not calling, the scent that calls to your mate has faded into nothing." The voice finishes softly; pain, regret and sadness fill the voice as the cool hands touch him softly. Tidus knew the voice was grieving, grieving for the perceived loss of one of their own as well as himself as the intended mate.

"Teach me... call?" Tidus asks through the pain that continued to go through him though not as harsh as before those cool hands touched him. Quilt and desperation pulled at him, he wanted to live, but he also wanted the voice to be happy again, the voice was harmony.

"Yes little one we will teach you." The voice whispers comfortingly as a body seems to form against him out of no where. "Clear your mind little one, we know it is hard, but it must be done." The voice says as it waits for Tidus to clear his mind to his best ability.

"Now think of the eyes you saw before you came to our realm." The whispery voice periodically came to Tidus, when the voice judged he was ready for the next step. Tidus brought to his minds eyes those enchanting and haunting eyes of silver and blue. The color continually shifted never staying stable, the blue continued to swirl with in the silver, reminding Tidus of a pearl he once saw that was shot through with sapphire blue. Those eyes called to him, silently telling him of their destined life together. Those eyes both scared him and entranced him; those eyes made him both nervous and exited.

"That’s it little one, you got it, now don't let go of those lovely eyes." The voice says in a tender tone, "Now this will sound strange to you, little one but don't worry; only your mate will hear or feel your call." The voice tells him as a cool hand cups his cheek. "You must call out to your mate, don't worry at what to say, your call will be your mates name." The voice finishes in a quiet whisper as the pain falls away with each second that that he imagined his mate eyes. The voice and the hands leave him as Tidus falls deeper into the darkness, deeper into those beguiling eyes. Unknowingly Tidus had called out his mates name.

"Seymour!"
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Seymour was not surprised when Sir Auron made him move the boys bed closer to their shared one, instead of letting him lay in the same bed as the suffering boy. He held the boy's cool hand through out the night, as the boy continued to suffer. Though the shakes had slowed, they never abated fully, and each time that Seymour had to leave him, the shakes and the boys suffering worsened.

Seymour let the hot water coarse over his taxed and stressed body, letting the rivers of water relax the tension within his muscles. The boy smelt of nothing, his was hallowed and empty, but his face continued to haunt him, night after night. Bracing his long arms on the cool tile of the shower, Seymour lowered his head letting the spray drench his hair, he sighed and breathed in the moist air, he had stayed with Yuna's group for almost a week now, and his mate had yet to call, it was a disturbing thing, by now usually the call would be hounding the Guado to hurry. Screaming, pleading, crying and begging for their mate to find them love them.

Seymour closed his eyes, picturing those ocean blue eyes that captured his passions night after night. His shoulders tensed as pleasure rushed through him, but there was more to it. The passion was their but so was fear, pain, wonder and shock. Seymour’s eyes blinked open quickly as the feelings washed over him and through him, he absorbed everything he could get from the thin and almost intangible bond with his mate. This was the first sensation, let alone proof that his mate was still alive, still waiting for him.

A hiss of pleasure escaped him as he felt his whole body stiffen and tense with need, want and longing. Seymour almost came when he felt the soft brush of his intendeds mind against his own, he couldn't resist brushing back, and letting his intended feel his passion, his desire, his strength, his power, but most of all his love. The mental connection strengthened with each second of the communion between them. When Seymour heard his name being called by the sweetest voice he had ever heard he came with a roar of release and knowledge that his mate was alive and he would claim him.
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Seymour walked back into his shared accommodations with Sir Auron and the boy, he had never called the boy by his name, he had never been properly introduced to the boy as was custom for the Guado to call others by their first names, especially for an intended. The first thing he noticed was the shift in the scent of the room, though the mist like scent of the farplane still clung to everything there was now a hint of honey, citrus and pomegranates. He breathed in that underlying scent as it enticed him, all that was missing from it was that light musk. Seymour all but purred as he walked closer to the bed where the bed the scent emanated from, but the purr halted in his throat quickly shifting to a snarl as the two figures came into view. The boy though shaking was calmer, as was his mate through their mind bond; Sir Auron had his arms around the boy, his nose nuzzled into his hair.

As he snarled and his claws lengthened, his mate called out his name repeatedly. Seymour, oh Seymour, where are you my mate? Why have you not found me yet Seymour? over and over his mate called to him, and Seymour could not bring himself to answer, after all how can you tell your mate you are drawn to another as well as them?
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Ta Da!! there is Chapter Four! I hoped you liked it, and I hope you are not planning to kill me for the semi cliff hanger delio, hehe I just wanted to draw out their meeting for one more chapter that way I get to give you all a gift!! You get to choose scenarios! Now work with me here the scenarios are gonna be long ‘cuse I am trying to make the chapters longer!

Scenario one: Seymour fights the supposedly wrong attraction he feels for Tidus, till his Guado side goes AWOL and attacks Sir Auron. Still in AWOL mode, he pounces on Tidus, and kissing him thus claiming him. The bond between him and his mate goes silent, making him think he broke his true soul bond with his mate, and replaced him with a substitute mate, (aka Tidus.) Waka goes crazy and attacks Seymour thinking he went crazy and ruined Tidus’s chance with his true mate.

Scenario two: Seymour is not a stupid person or an obtuse; he connects the dots like a good boy and claims Tidus. Though Tidus’s ‘Guado’ side accepts Seymour, Tidus’s human side freaks out, and he runs to Wakka and Auron. Wakka claims Tidus as his brother thus giving him protection from Seymour, since Auron was married to Jecht he has claim to Tidus as his son. Because Auron is honored with the title of chaperone from the Guado mate he walks a very thin line, between his duty as an adopted father and honor bound as chaperone.

If you can think of some other ideas send them to me. Oh that reminds me! For those that would like to be on an update list, please either send me your e-mail to mine which is (chaodis Thanatos @ yahoo . ca) and I will send you an e-mail when I add a chapter ^^ Thank you all for the wonderful reviews I love them and they make me write faster or give me motivation to work out the plot faster so I can update quicker! ^^