~*Disclaimer*~ I don’t own Final Fantasy X, this fanfic came to me, and all I own is the plot. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.

 

The Untold Series: Kimahri’s Shame

 

Kimahri looked around the howling peeks of Mount Gagazet. Today was the day that all of the Ronso brothers would come together to show their strength. The Elders would also be there, to watch the young ones demonstrate their skill, and sometimes and Elder would pick a Ronso and turn him into a strong, fine warrior Ronso! Kimahri gave a small Ronso grin, and then straightened, walking with the pride of a warrior Ronso to the scuffling grounds of Mount Gagazet. Kimahari would show all Ronso brothers how much strength he had, he would show his brothers he was not a weakling Ronso! With the elegance of a cat, lithe and silent like a proud warrior Ronso should be, Kimahri walked to the grounds, spear ready and polished, lovingly by an older female Ronso. The icy voice of Gagazet howled, knowing another show of strength would come, allowing it to unburden itself with one less weakling. Kimahri would not fail! He would not lose! The scuffling grounds were already filled with eager little Ronso who were too young to fight, elder Ronso who were wise and bent, but still held the proud flame of the Ronso race. Kimahri noticed right away his brethren, Biran and Yenke, already distinguished warriors of the Ronso clan. Kimahri knew if he wanted to be recognized as a great warrior, he must defeat his comrades of the time of his horn molt. Kimahri lifted his head high, making sure all saw his long elegant white horn, polished also this morning.

“Are we ready to begin?” Maester Kelk Ronso asked in his deep booming voice, the very sound making Gagazet tremble. The mountain knew this elderly Ronso’s strength, and bowed down before him. Kimahri hoped to be the same someday. The newly horned Ronsos nodded, looking uneasily among their brothers to see who would be first.

“Kimahri go first.” Kimahri stated, stepping into the ring, giving his spear an experimental twirl, making some of the little Ronso squeal in awe. Kimahri was proud to know some little Ronso thought so high of him already. Biran, with his blonde fur already braided with the signs of his defeated foes, also stepped forward.

“Brother Biran will fight Brother Kimahri.” Biran stated, and a roar of approval echoed in the crowd, Gagazet going silent and peering down at the warrior Ronso. With a mighty roar, Biran lunged forward, shoulders before him in a bulldoze move, and Kimahri winced and staggered back, but refused to show pain. Ronso warriors felt no pain, only victory! Kimahri straightened, swinging his spear upward, Biran deftly dodging, casting a low blizzard spell. Kimahri said nothing, shoulder heaving where the blizzard spell had taken a part of his fur with it after it had ripped off. Enraged, Kimahri swung his spear up again, and when it connected with his Ronso brother, Kimahri almost grinned, sure victory would be his. He would be the strong Ronso, and prove it to the mountain he lived on. Biran, giving a small snort, lunged forward, ready to bulldoze the young Ronso again. Kimahri dodged this time, bringing his spear deftly on the temple of his brother, hearing Biran’s roar of pain. Biran’s small eyes blazed with the Ronso fire, and Kimahri readied his spear, knowing Biran was no longer playing games. With another roar, Biran lunged forward, quicker than Kimahri ever imagined, knocking Kimahri over, and his spear flew into the startled crowd. Biran casted a blaze of spells, watching as Kimahri lay on the hard ground of the now cold unyielding mountain. Kimahri could not have lost, but the mountain howled now, icy winds tearing at his fur. Kimahri stood up shakily, Biran being declared the winner, the Ronso cheering, Yenke placing a huge paw on Biran’s shoulder.

“No.” Kimahri stated, and Biran looked at Kimahri, eyes narrowing.

“Biran beat brother Kimahri; mountain already knows Kimahri is weakling!” Biran boasted, and Kimahri shook his head again, refusing to accept it. Kimahri could not fail, and yet Kimahri had.

“No.” Kimahri stated again, and Biran’s eyes narrowed, now a slanted look of fury and rage. Angrily, Biran marched over to Kimahri, his face thrust into the younger Ronso’s defiant face.

“Biran beat Kimahri!” Biran bellowed, and Kimahri shook his head again. Biran roared, not wanting his victory to be spoiled by this weakling Ronso, raised his paw, and did something that Kimahri could not have been able to stop, not with Gagazet against Kimahri. The sound of Kimahri’s horn being broken by Biran’s huge paws resounded in the now quiet mountain, and Kimahri’s head lowered in shame as Biran held the horn mockingly in front of the Ronso. It was the greatest dishonor to have a Ronso’s horn broken, especially after a horn molt, when Ronso only had it for a short time. Kimahri wasn’t sure whether to be shocked, angry, or ashamed. Kimahri felt all three, especially the shame. Hastily picking up his spear, Kimahri dashed past the pitying gazes of the Ronso, and ran down the mountain slopes, hearing Biran’s bellows and Gagazet’s icy howls, blending together.

“Weakling Ronso! Hornless goatling!” The voices roared together, making Kimahri feel the hot feeling of shame wash over him as he ran, never once looking back. 

 

~*Author’s Notes*~ Oh! I felt so sad for Kimahri! *sniffles* Okay, I know this might not be what happened on Mount Gagazet that fateful day, but hey, no one else writes about Kimahri. Anyway, this was so hard to write! I had no idea how a Ronso might think, and I don’t know much about them as a race, and the game killed most of them off with Seymour before you could. *sighs* Anyway, I’m not sure about a lot of things about the Ronso, and no one writes about them, or Kimahri. Two birds in one stone. This is the Untold Series, and it has been resurrected! To all you people who have read the Kakyuu and Rikku one, sorry! I honestly didn’t know they were sibs! *sighs* No one told me, and I have the American version, so anything saying that Rikku and Kakyuu were related was lost on me. Well, anyway, read and review peeps. Oh, if you want a story written about a character, like about Yunalesca and Lord Zaon, I’d be happy to write it to ya, and dedicate it also. Sound good? Cool. Now go read and review! This author’s notes is way to long. J ~*Fudgie Angel*~