Seymour yawned. It was another boring day on the Farplane. It turns out his paradise was in fact a very boring place indeed.
He thought seeing his mother everyday would be something to look forward to. He was wrong. He forgot how fussy she was. “Seymour, do this. Seymour, do that.”
His father was worse. His numerous attempts to do some ‘father son’ bonding drove him mad. He quickly found he hated sports of any kind.
The only person he found he could talk to was Auron, as he didn’t insist on him wearing a sweater or going out to play a friendly game of football. That’s why he liked Auron.
He also had a dusty old computer in his own small space in the Farplane. He never used it much, but little did he know, he’d be using it a lot more soon.
It was a normal day for Seymour. He sat on a large red reclining chair while drinking red cordial, his new found obsession, besides Yuna, of course. He sighed at the thought that he would never see her again and then growled at the thought of that pansy Tidus. They where probably married by now. He sighed again, sipping his favourite red drink.
He heard a knock on his door. He stared at it before deciding against opening it. There was another knock, louder this time, followed by the words, “Seymour, open up! It’s just me!”
He sighed and stood up. He opened the door to find a smiling Auron. He glared at him, he didn’t like when Auron smiled, as it usually meant something bad was going to happen, usually to him.
“What is it? Did my cat die?” Seymour asked.
“You don’t have a cat,” Auron replied, giving him an odd look.
“Never mind, why are you so happy?” Seymour asked.
Auron’s smile grew as he walked over to Seymour’s computer, turning it on. Seymour looked over at him. “Auron, what in Yevon’s name are you doing?” he asked.
Auron tapped at the keyboard before motioning for Seymour to come over.
“I was talking to Yuna-“
”What? When?” Seymour asked.
“When she summoned me on the Farplane. Anyway, I was talking to Yuna-“
“How is she?” he asked.
“She’s fine. Anyway, I was talking to her when-”
“Did she say anything about me?”
”Shut up! Just shut up!” Auron shouted.
”Sorry,” Seymour said, smiling.
Auron glared at him before continuing his story. “I was talking to Yuna, when she mentioned she bought a computer. While searching on her computer, she came across a little thing called ‘fanfiction’” he explained.
Seymour nodded slowly. “And what does this have to do with you barging into my house and using my computer?” he asked.
Auron smiled and tapped the screen. Seymour stared at it.
“Fanfiction dot net?” he asked.
Auron nodded, clicking on a few links. “Here we are, it turns out that there’s a whole section here on us!” he said.
Seymour nodded slowly. “So… people write about us?” he asked.
Auron nodded. “Yep, most of them write about Tidus and Yuna though. You’re in a few of them as the creepy stalker or something along those lines,”
Seymour pushed Auron off the computer and took his place. “What? I am not a stalker!” he yelled. He searched through the website, skimming over fanfictions.
“Oh my dear Yevon! Never in a million years would I do THAT to Yuna!” he said.
Auron stared at the computer, reading the paragraph Seymour was on. “That isn’t right… that isn’t right at all!”
Seymour nodded in agreement. He soon found the search engine. He typed his name and around three pages of fanfiction came up. “Here we go! Let’s have a look at these, shall we?” he asked, clicking on the first link he saw.
“According to this summary, this is about ‘my tragic past’” he said, reading on.
“Oh Yevon, I am not THAT emotional!” he sighed, clicking the back button.
Auron shrugged. “I dunno… what about that time I gave Mr. Tiggles to your mother for washing?” he asked.
Seymour glared at him. “You know Mr. Tiggles is hand wash only! It takes years of practise to learn to clean him properly!”
Auron sighed. “Whatever, I’m gunna go now. You enjoy yourself, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he asked.
Seymour just nodded, waving his hand at him in acknowledgment. Auron gave him an odd look before leaving. Something told him this wasn’t going to end well.