Hi all. I'm very stuck in my main story, which is Four Winds as it does contain some ancient ideas but it's hard to express. I decided to start from a brand new point, like writing a Fan Fic for FFX:)

Perhaps it's because I'm having a chapter writers block on the other story, dont worry, I know exactly what happens in the main story plot :P

I've decided to start a new story to keep my mind off my main story for a while. So I might start writing this...

Disclaimer: I dont own any Final Fantasy Character Names ... etc. But however I do own the idea of my own understanding of the characters :P hehe...

Ok ok. I currently have no idea where this story is going to go, except for a few elements and complications here and there, but on the whole I have no clue. So I might be blurbing about the character developement for a while :(

okok Enjoy reading

(Edited 26th December 2008) - Re Reading what I've written, small changes applied. Added bits and things, colouring the picture more

(Edited 25th July 2007) - Major Problems with some sentences, I hope I didn't miss any.

(Edited 27th August 2007) Small problems here and there. And yes I did miss some. Also I just put the sentence in a better way, it sounded...awkard.

Chapter 1- Reason

I hurried downstairs from my two story apartment, grabbing my breakfast : a crumpet, and dashing through the half fallen apart front gate. Oh Yevon, I'm running late. Again. I am so going to get whipped by theteacher for being late again… darn it, why couldn't I wake up earlier. Ok, maybe those were stupid questions to ask myself. I didn't think I was the type of person to be late though, however I was late quite a few times this week already, and today was another one to add to my record. Last night I was up really late, occupied on trying to complete an art project due at the beginning of next week. I initially had wanted to start the project early, to give myself extra time to do research, and all that but instead I was all messed up with all my other subjects, so now lets say...totally bummed out. These thoughts popped in and out of my head as i bolted along the corner, and dashing through the school gates.

Running at top speed ( or so I thought), I dashed to my locker and punched in the password code, clawed all my books out and pounded around the school corridors. Wait a minute, what was my first period? Damn it. Hmm, should have checked what I had on. Stupid Tidus. Clusmy and idiotic. Cursing at myself for not checking what I had on at first period, where my timetable was stuck very obviously at the back of my locker door, I ran back tracing my steps back to my locker. Cursing again, I found that my first period was in fact history. Why on earth was it compulsory to study history anyways, I mean, out of all the subjects in the world it had to be history. Yup, I hate history. No, I despise history. I know what they say. They say that history makes us learn about the past so we can prevent things in the future bla bla bla, whatever. I dont give. History sucks.

"You're late Tidus" the moment I poked my head into the door.

"Sorry Sir, I have problems with my biological clock", I joked ignoring him and walking towards my seat.

"Well, take it to a clockmaker and fix it"

"Hmm….does a clockmaker fix bodily organs?"

"Just shut up and sit down" said in an annoying tone, clearly he was sick of me. I thumped down on my seat, letting all my weight fall upon it.

For the rest of the lesson, I hung my head on my shoulders pondering about absolutely nothing, then finally leaned forward to sleep. I clearly did not care at all if I failed history or not. It was one of those minor subjects which no one cares about. ( How wrong was I, when I had to learn it the hard way later on) Luckily I managed to acquire some of my lost sleep from last night during history class. I awoke realising that the bell for end of period had already rung. Wow, that was unexpected, period went so fast.

"Tidus, come here" a voice echoed to me from the front of the empty classroom.

"Yes, Mr Maechen" I said sleepishly, it seems I still haven't recovered from my temporary dose of sleep.

"Your attitude towards work is something that concerns me greatly. In fact not only me, but more importantly you. Don't you think that arriving thirty mins after the beginning of school for three days straight is a little overboard?"

Not at all, considering what I was up to last night…

"Yes sir, I'm sorry." Perhaps too fast, it sounded I wasn't sincere enough.

"Well, this isn't good enough. If this continues I'm afraid I will have to have a little talk with your parents" he said grimly, knowingly clearly I wont oblige.

"Yes sir" was I all manage to conjure up as a response.

My parents… means my old man… which also means a drunken man who never actually appears when you need him but always there when you don't intend to see him, if that makes any sense.

"You may leave, but remember what I said" he warned me sharply, knowing very well why I had opened my mouth to say something but decided against it.

I left, without looking back, I briskly walked to my locker again until I bumped hard into someone.

"Hey how's it going Tidus? Late again?"

"Shut up Gippal, you know me; I wouldn't be late…if it wasn't something very important." I replied, punching him softly in the arm and smiling back.

"Oh, something important…eh? That makes me wonder, what WERE you doing last night, up so late?" he grin back, and giving me one of his flashy 'you know what I'm talking about' looks.

"Gippal, it's not what you think. I had an art project…and plus I haven't had one of those in a while now." I replied back, trying to explain myself to him, as he clearly misunderstood me.

"Sure sure, whatever." He whipped his head around and grabbed a girl who somehow popped up behind him at that particular instant and kissed her right there, in front of me. Yup, tongue and all.

"Err.. Gippal, are you sure... Umm you would be doing that in front of me… and the whole school? Where's your 'ladies man' reputation gone? And, hey Rikku" I stammered as I scratched my blond streaks, staring at the two who were oblivious to the other people in the hall turning to look at them. It felt somewhat uncomfortable being there.

After a whole minute of seeing their tongues in each other and their hands all over the other's body, they released each other's grip and turned to me.

"Hey Tidus, nice to see you" as Rikku spluttered out. I could see that her face was really red and hot though I decided not to further comment or even mention of the topic.

"Ti, haven't you been doing this all of last night?" he gave me a kinky look, with a notion that was very suggestive.

I stared blankly at him. Obviously he did not believe a word I said to him for the past few minutes, let alone listen to me.

"Gip, leave him along, if he wants to concentrate on art and Blitzball, and that's all he wants to do, then let him." Good old Rikku, always knowing exactly what I thought.

She squeaked loudly as I scuffled her hair in acknowledgement for her comment, then she stomped on my foot and ran to her next class.

"Ti, I gotta go too. See you later okay?" he shouted as he sprinted after Rikku.

"Okay…" I responded too softly for him to be heard, as I myself started to my next class. Magic class. Oh great, another one of those subjects. Except perhaps, and I really mean PERHAPS a little tiny bit more useful than history.

Despite what everyone might think of me, I wasn't the type of person who is on the extremities of being a player nor was I a nerd. Clearly, people think I'm a player, perhaps because I supposedly 'make out' with a lot of girls after every Blitzball game, as a kind of inheritance from old man. Well… perhaps a few times I did… but that wasn't the point. I wasn't a player. Now to the nerd part. Yes, I do have my interests in two subjects, Blitzball and Visual Arts. Why? Because I enjoy Blitzball A Lot. I love to score goals and feel the exilaration of success run through my veins as it pumped me with excitement. Visual Arts… well let's say I have an interest in the subject too. Thinking of Blitzball, and all its strategies kind of made my mind have a creative side to it perhaps...so definintely not a nerd. My status at school is rather weird actually, I'm quite loved and I'm quite hated by a lot of people too.

A giggle from a few girls as they walked passed me, darn; did I wonder too much and stand there blankly? Wait... there was her. Why was she laughing at me? Did I look so idiotic?

So how was that:P I''ve got a vague idea on how the story will go, though there's not much substances just yet. I'm sure I'll conjure up something ) So long ppl