soul_logs | Needles, thread, MACHISMO! [Closed]

Characters: Kanji and Auron
Location: Death City Heights, Building 6
Rating: Pg-13 for some potty-mouth
Time: April 7th, Afternoon
Description: It's time for a Stitch & Bitch session, after everything that's happened lately.

All things considered, Kanji should get out there and make himself known as an unpartnered Meister. His skills were only increasing exponentially, and resonance was beginning to become easier - hell, he managed to work with a guy he was personally rather glad to part ways with once everything was said and done, unable to really work out if he could trust the guy. But today wasn't about Katou, and today wasn't about the invasion and the crashed island just outside of town, and the tents flooding the streets filled with refugees. Though... they did have a lot to do with how he felt lately.

Kanji was pissed. Tifa was gone, yet he couldn't let go of this apartment. He knew now she definitely wasn't coming back, and if she did, she wouldn't remember anything. He was fine with that. What he wasn't fine with was just how helpless he felt without a partner, having grown so used to one after the last two months. He needed to change this and fast, but with so much worked-up steam to blow, there was no way he could make any sort of clean connection with a Weapon as he was now.

So he turned to a hobby that always helped to calm him down. As he turned and handed Auron a needle, two fabric swatches and spool of thread, he hoped to give someone else in similar troubles something of an outlet. He wagered if it went well, he would finally start those damned classes all ready.

"Here. These're yours."

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"They're called Aeons and the reason is that Sin is gigantic. It can swim, it can fly and if it were here, it could easily destroy this city with no effort." He'd seen that destruction first hand, even if the Zanarkand he'd been living in was just a dream.

"A Summoner needs the fayth to get the Aeons. Once a summoner visits the temples and is seen worthy to wield all five major Aeons, then the party travels to Zanarkand and gain the Final Aeon. However, that only gives a summoner a chance to win. And if they're successful and they cast it on Sin, they die. So it's a question of if the Summoner is willing to give up themselves for a chance to finally defeat Sin forever or is it better to live as they were? In the thousand years of Sin, only a handful of parties managed to defeat Sin for a little while. More than ten years ago, I decided to go on my first pilgrimage. But that's another story."

"No offense, but that don't make any sense- if getting all these Aeons, then this Final Aeon only defeats Sin for a little while, why keep doin' it? I mean, if it didn't get rid of it for good, then wouldn't somebody've come up with a different plan? I mean, these summoners are dying just for a little break for everyone else... wouldn't somebody want what amounts to ritual sacrifice to end?"

"The thought of the church was that there would come a day when the people had repented enough. On that day, when Sin was defeated, it would stay defeated. So even though it seemed like a large waste of life, so many summoners over a thousand years decided to do it for everyone else. Just to have a chance for the world to hope it might be the time. The other thing was there really wasn't any other way. There's no machina, no means to travel without a lot of danger. People did try other ways. I saw one once." Auron shook his head. "Didn't end well. But that was after I found out a few things. It's a really long connected story of several stories."

"Damn it... but it all sounds so hopeless, y'know? Givin' up your life for a maybe? I mean, if I had to give up everything for the chance that everything might work, I-I'd do it, but..." He sighed.

"A thousand years of it..."

"The story does get better, but it gets a lot worse before it gets to that point."

Auron eyed the section of his coat. "What do you think? Looks all right?"

Another sigh. "It always does."

And then, a nod. "You make a mean stitch, old man. You're pickin' up fast for havin' one working eye."

"Guess I have a good teacher."

Auron slipped his coat back on. "I have to get back to work soon. But I have to admit, I kinda like this. You mind if I come back?"

Kanji stammered out a pointless sound at the compliment, trying to decide between insisting that he wasn't or explaining that there were other stitch types to work with and...

!?

"S-seriously!?" That just slipped out, and for a moment he gaped at the older man. Usually there were the polite yet nervous confessions that maybe this wasn't for them, followed by a hasty exit. But he... wanted to come back.

"S-sure! I got a lotta free time between missions since Death By Pastry's cut my hours back a little bit... they say I'm workin' too damn hard and could use a vacation or whatever." He wanted to come back... holy shit...

No, really, he was jazzed about this.

"I guess you don't get a lot of students wanting to learn to sew. But it's a useful skill so I want to learn what I can."

He had heard Kanji tell him before that part of his culture tended to frown upon men doing things with a needle and thread. Was that why he looked so pleased?

"Pick some time in the future and I'll see if I can show up. I'll keep telling my story and you can tell me some stories from your world. Sound good?"

Kanji practically beamed. "Hell yeah! A lotta people think this kinda shit's boring, but they don't get that it focuses the head, calms you down, and it's perfect for shooting the shit, y'know?"

He nodded, and went to gather up the hyperactive cat to keep her from bolting out the door or something. Iza mewed and started to purr - weird-ass - as he went to see Auron out the door.

"I'll give you a call when I'm free up next. Don't be a stranger until then, man."

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