Accidents Will Happen Chapter 1, a final fantasy x fanfic

Digitalgirl89:I came back with a new story. Hope ya like it.

Seashell110: BTW, I'm currently at work on digitalgirl's other story, Not So Easy so make sure you check out the first two chapters of that because well…it's all I've done so far. o.O I'll let you know when I "enhance" more. BTW, I'm a drifter, now. So if any story needs editing or rewriting, I'm your girl! Just send me a PM.

Seashell110: Anyways, I spent all fucking day working on this so if you don't fucking review, someone's fucking head is going to get fucking chopped off.

Fuck, I'm exhausted…

...Well, anyway…time to watch Degrassi!

P.S: Half this work is mine and the other half is digitalgirl89's. Well, it's mostly hers, but I changed the storyline a little bit, added a lime, made the clothes sexier, changed the dialougue and some of Tidus and Yuna's thoughts. So the rest of the credit goes to Monique. Anyways, I'm out. So. Effing. Tired.

Peace.

Disclaimer: I do not own, Prada, Gucci, Chanel or that whatever-the-names-are guitars that digitalgirl said. Shoot, I listen to rap music. I don't know shit about no guitars, now.

Another day, another performance.

Cradling my guitar, I ran my pick that was held between my index finger and thumb along the strings. With my other hand, I applied pressure to the neck of my guitar to make chords on my black Gibson Les Paul. In the band, I was the lead guitarist and singer. Typical, right?

Behind me, the drummer, Wakka, a burly man with huge hands and even bigger hair was deftly tapping out every note against the drums with his sticks. Flashing a grin towards Gippal, one of the other guitarists who was mostly strumming chords, playing the rhythm on his Tobacco Sunburst Fender Stratocaster.

On my right, Baralai, sheepish bass guitarist(three guitars, I know. We were in an uncreative mood that day) stood focused on the song nodding towards Gippal and I.

Once the song finished, we almost immediately broke into another.

Without stopping for breath, I found the right strings on my guitar and started to play, signaling Gippal who in turn signaled Baralai who signaled Wakka.

Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it's stacking up
Etched with marks, but I can deal
And you're the problem and you can't feel
Try this on, straightjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Take back now, my life you're stealing

I took that one opportunity to suck in air, for I felt my head might explode if I didn't.

Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is staring holes in me again

Trust you is just one defense
off a list of others, you don't make sense
Beg me time and time again
to take you back now, but you can't win
Take back now, my life you're stealing

Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is staring holes in me again,
but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you

And when the memory slips away
There will be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
and just the thought of you I fear
it falls away

The crowd erupted as I faded into the last chorus.

I sent a simple nod to the audience and threw them my leather jacket. It was always fun to watch a swarm of ten or twelve girls lunge at it and practically eat each other trying to get at it.

I laughed with Baralai, Gippal and Wakka as we exited the stage, and of course, I bumped into Auron, my bodyguard.

"Here to ruin the fun again, Auron?" I asked, shaking my head. I knew that always set him off.

"I can't even count how many times you've said that," Auron scowled, folding his arms. "I'm here to do my job."

"Then can you do your job over there?" And I ditched him to go backstage, or at least tried to. He ended up following me like he always does, just like I expected him to. I sighed and began fiddling around with my guitar, but was interrupted when Gippal walked into the room, panting and smiling at the same time.

"Yo T, what are you doing back here? The party's out there!" Gippal exclaimed pointing back outside and waving at a certain blonde chick that was waiting outside for him.

"Well I was, till a certain person ruined it," I replied glaring at Auron from across the room. In response, Auron shrugged and muttered, "I didn't even do anything yet…" Auron went into the back room to get some coffee.

"While the old guy's gone, lets go," Gippal said taking my guitar and setting it down. He grabbed my shirt and yanked me outside. "Time to party!"

I followed Gippal to the bar, where he already ordered beers. I took mine, and began to sip on it, as I watched everyone else dance to the heavy-bassed hip-hop music blaring from the speakers. Then I noticed a huge gap form in the crowd as men in black suits stood in a tight circle around somebody. I dropped my beer onto the bar counter and stood, leaving Gippal to chat it up with that one blonde girl.

"Make way, make way!" I squeezed my way through the crowd until I made it to the circle, then stood on my toes to peer at who was at the center of it.

And I should have known who would be.

"Ugh, why is he here?" I heard the slim, buxom teenager groan, as she caught sight of me. She looked drop-dead gorgeous in her gold satin halter top, black completely see-through satin mid-shin-length pants(with black boy short underwear underneath so you couldn't see anything) and gold Manolo Blahnik stilletos. Her long, glamorous, wavy ankle-length chestnut brown hair was tied into a gold braid, the rest of it layered into a short bob.

"Because I perform," I rolled my eyes at her diva-like attitude

"Whatevs," She brushed past me to the bar, ordering herself a vodka and tonic as she sat down in my previous barstool. Her bodyguards followed her, surrounding her on either side of her. She slapped her hand against the bar counter, rattling her tumbler glass as she commanded them to go out to the parking lot and wait for her there.

Bad day?

Her name was Yuna. The Yuna. Popular songstress, well known for her beautiful voice and even prettier body. Twenty-one years old and dedicated to partying. Secretly, though, she has a good heart. …But it's hidden behind the only thing guys see when they talk to her: her full, round, C-almost-D-cups. As a result, it tends to make her a little bitter at times and she definitely does not have the patience to deal with me, the most popular guitarist in all of Zanarkand.

Rumors had it that Yuna herself was the cause of my ex-girlfriend, Dona, and I's breakup. Though she didn't have a motive, so the rumor was never confirmed. Last time I tried to myself, it didn't end well.

Flashback:

I went up to Yuna's door backstage, and banged loudly on it. I was pissed, my girlfriend had just broken up with me, and I was almost positive that it was the work of Ms. Yuna. …Well, almost, anyway. According to rumors, she was.

She opened the door, clad in only her wine-colored halter bra and matching boy shorts with "Yuna" written on the seat in sparkly silver cursive. And I have no idea why, but her half-nakedness only infuriated me more.

"Why do you have to knock on my door so loudly?" She placed both of her hands on her shapely, dancing-toned hips.

"You know why," I frowned, folding my arms and letting my self into her dressing room.

"Excuse me?" Yuna's frown matched mine.

"Why the hell would you want Dona to break up with me?"

"…I don't…" Yuna said slowly, shifting her bi-colored eyes from left to right, then back at me, looking confused.

"Don't play dumb with me," I spat. "You told her I thought she was a whore and that I wanted to break up with her!"

"Who told you that?" Yuna asked innocently, her blue and green eyes shining.

"It doesn't matter who," My expression softened, and so did my tone. One look at Yuna's cute little baby face would turn a hooker into a nun in two seconds flat. "But somebody told me you said that."

"Why would you believe them over me?" Yuna looked hurt. Pressing her hand to her heart.

"Because…" I hesitated. "Because I don't know."

"Do you honestly think I would do that to you?" Yuna turned around. I don't think she wanted me to see her cry. I approached her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her around. She looked up at me, tears staining her cheeks as I pressed my hand into the small of her back to pull her closer. And then her eyes fluttered closed as I leaned down and kissed her softly on her full pink lips.

My tongue darted around inside her mouth as she whimpered and tugged on the hem of my shirt. Soon, her fingers ran up it to tickle my muscles with her long, delicate fingers. She lifted it above my head and tossed it onto the stool in front of her vanity mirror. In turn, I kissed my way down her neck, greedily taking in her Chanel No. 5 scent as I loosened the knot on her halter bra, letting it slip off her body and flutter to the floor.

She supported herself with her arms around my neck as she hopped to wrap her legs around my waist securely before I carried her over to the small twin bed pushed to one side of the room.

"This alright?" I muttered from atop her, running a hand dangerously close from her shoulder to one of her supple breasts.

"No…" She said unsurely, sliding her hands from my neck to my back. Then she sighed into my ear.

"I mean…yeah."

End Flashback.

…And you know, how it ended.

Yes, I was her first. And I was hoping for it to be something after that. But ever since that day one year ago, she's been nothing but cold to me. Maybe she thought it was a mistake, or maybe she didn't think a relationship would work out, but I never ever found out why Yuna has hated me since.

She likes to pretend nothing ever happened, but I can see it in her eyes. I can still see that spark that says, "Nobody understands me but you."

"Always known for your great comebacks," I called back to her, smirking as she shook her head, set her glass back on the counter and marched toward the stage, brushing past me roughly.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, from her braid gently swaying between her shoulder blades to the swishing of her satin pants on her legs. Time almost stood still. She turned her head to look at me, running her nails slowly down my arm until it hurt. That's when I saw the flash of a silver ring on the ring finger of her right hand. In the center of it was the word "Tidus" inscribed on it with my birthstone. The ring I had given her off my own finger after we…you know.

After she was completely behind me, I lifted my arm to stare at the purplish-red scratch she had left on my left arm just above my wrist. It stung like hell, and the irritated skin was already starting to look a little swollen. I guess that was her way of telling me that yes, that night in her dressing room was what it was and nothing more. She would always hate me and I would always supposedly hate her. Because that's how Yuna wanted it. And I was definitely not the one to argue against her wishes.

"Hey everyone! Having a great night?" Yuna greeted the crowd, wiggling her small round butt in time with the audience's loud enthusiastic screams. I chugged the rest of my beer, accepting the stinging in the back of my throat and the stinging on my arm as punishment for ever being so stupid as to get involved with Yuna, Queen of the Grudge, Master of the Cold Shoulder, Guru of Attitude.

And as far as I'm concerned, I'm just the Human Door Mat, Conveyer of all of Yuna's Demands.

Yuna's POV

I glared at Tidus, secretly wishing I hadn't worn my see-through pants and halter top with the plunging neckline so Tidus would stop undressing me with his eyes in his slightly tipsy state. It was making me feel uncomfortable and thanked the lord that I hadn't convinced myself to wear my thong instead of the still-tiny-but-less-revealing-boy shorts.

It felt good to actually cause Tidus some physical pain after going a year hating him. I always tricked myself into thinking I had a reason to, but I really didn't know why I treated Tidus like this in the first place. Why haven't I taken off his ring yet? Why do I find myself thinking about him when I'm alone in my dressing room? Why is it that it seems that the entire world—the entire fucking world—wants us together…?

…But I'm the only one that sees that we shouldn't be?

Flashback:

I was walking down a sidewalk in my summer casual clothes; Denim cutoff shorts, a tight white stretch tank top with wide straps, and brown platform sandals with a white pageboy cap resting on my head, my hair let out of it's braid and cascading down my back and to my ankles in sexy waves. My favorite huge Gucci sunglasses were perched on my nose, shielding my eyes from the blinding sun.

My arms were loaded down with shopping bags so I was moving kind of slowly. More than anything, I wanted to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, but I was determined not to stop until I reached home where there was air conditioning.

Suddenly, I knocked into a deeply tanned girl with a super-high slick almost-black ponytail, mature figure(but not mature enough to top mine mind you) and almond shaped chocolate brown eyes. She narrowed her already small eyes and readjusted the strap on her Prada tote.

"Watch where you're going, loser," She spat.

And I guess her definition of loser was trendy idol singer with way more money than her and bigger boobs and better looking hair.

"I think you would know what a loser is better than anybody," I shot back quicker. "Considering you are one." It should have went without saying, but I couldn't resist. Before she could say anything back, I continued.

"So where's your boyfriend? Surprised your not shopping and spending all of his money. You probably should be considering that purse," I gestured toward her Prada tote. "Is so last season."

"For your information, I'm meeting up with him and besides you're just jealous," She examined her perfect red nails. At least she had one thing going for her.

"Jealous of what? Those synthetic hair extensions, cheap purse, spray tan and straight legs?" I cocked an eyebrow, appreciating my quick wit. "Oh, you're right, Dona. I'm totally green with envy."

And you know what? I called him up later, and Tidus said he was at a friends house the whole day.

End Flashback.

After the breakup, she wasn't too devastated. That gold digger went straight for the next rich guy that rolled into town.

Well, Tidus was the well-known lead singer of his band, The Shadowed(and who knows how the hell they got that name). But I did actually like them. His band sounds pretty good. I mean Tidus was pretty good on the vocals.

Not like I would tell him that personally.

I grabbed the microphone and cued the DJ to begin the music I instructed him to play. He ever so slowly twisted the volume knob until the crowd could hear the sound loud and clear.

There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again

I sang softly, raising the pitch of my voice effortlessly to hit the breathy high notes.

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
and pray to be only Yours
I pray to be only Yours
I know now you're my only hope

The music got louder and more concentrated, then drifted into the second verse, which was more powerful than the second, less breathy and more melodic.

Sing to me the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again

The music broke into a crescendo for the second chorus, increasing the piano notes, my voice fading from breathy to strong.

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope

Finally the bridge came, where at first my voice remained firm, then hightened to the highest of notes, and I straightened my shoulders and breathed through my stomach to just barely touch the high notes.

I give You my destiny
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back

This was it. The climax of the song. I had to make it the best part.

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope

As I finished, I looked back down at the crowd who enthused by cheering and clapping as I finished my performance. The song I just sang was always a favorite of mine. I simply bowed and walked off stage.

Tidus POV

I stopped drinking my beer and set it down as the song ended. I've always been fond of her amazing singing voice, almost jealous that such a petite girl could sing so powerfully.

And when she walked off the stage, guess who was clapping the loudest? Me. And when she walked back to the bar, guess who she looked at?

Me.

Hope you liked my new story. Please review and please no flames.

Seashell110: XD You know the flames are inevitable right?