AN: So I started this story about 4 or 5 years ago. I have never completely finished it in a way I was proud of. It was kind of my baby; it was something I had to finish. So I've taken the time to finish it the way I wanted it to be. This is how it goes:
Yesterday's angel. #1.
My life hasn't been anything special. I haven't won any huge awards, I'm not in any sports nor am I popular. I can't say my parents are the same thing. My mom was amazing, from what I remember. You might know my father, his name is Jecht. Yes, my father is the famous blitzball player. I am nothing like him.
I'm not to sure why you are reading this, you should probably turn to something more…. Hmm, how should I put it? Not so depressing?
My life starts like any other person. Wait. Scratch that. Does your life start with your hung over father yelling at the woman he slept with the previous night? No? I thought so.
"Then get out!" See? He's yelling again. Time for me to get up.
"Kid! Get your ass out of bed now!" awww, did you hear that? He cares for me.
"Get your ass out of bed now, there are people coming over!" Okay, so maybe not.
The people he is referring to, is possibly his drink friends to watch last nights blitzball game, or the strippers. Anyways, I don't want to be here when they come over, so I head for the shower.
I guess your wondering why I'm not in to sports, being that fact that my father is one of the most famous sports players in the world. Well, if you took one look at me, then you would see. I'm skinny, no amount of muscle on me. No, I don't have the coke bottle glasses; I have very good eye sight, thank you very much.
"I want a shower! Beat it!" My father yelled again as I turned off the water, little does he know, I used up most of the hot water. (Insert evil laugh and evil face here.) One hit of advice: when you play a prank on my father, get out as soon as possible. Using my own advice, I quickly ran to my room, dressed, grabbed my books and ran out of the house before my father could even pull the shower curtain back.
"Yo! Bruddah! Whats up" I quickly turned around to see Wakka, my best friend slap me on the back, to great me for the day. His wild orange hair flopping around in the slight morning breeze. He had dark tanned skin, with me beside him, I looked ghostly white, and Wakka looked like he just got home from Besaid.
"You are way too cheerful in the morning. What ever you're on, please share" I laughed, he was a morning person, I clearly wasn't. Who would be when you are being awakened by things you do not what to wake up to?
"Your crazy man! Why not be happy? It's the beginning of a new day! A new chance!" waving his arms about to emphasis his point, I stopped. And simply stared at him with wild eyes.
"What ever your on, I think your have an over dose" We laughed for a good portion of the walk, which felt good. Anytime we can laugh and be our selves felt good.
"Yo, bruddah, look over there! Who's that?" Wakka pointed to a girl on the opposite side of the street walking by her self. I didn't recognize her at all.
"New student?" I asked, but Wakka was already calling her over towards us.
"Yo, I'm Wakka, this here is Tidus. You new here?" I had to admit, the new girl was cute. She was smaller, with medium length brown hair and a soft gentle face. She looked like the type that would provide shelter to a poor kitten lost in the rain. Wait, I'm not saying I wouldn't do that, I'm just saying she looks kind.
"I'm Yuna, I just moved here last week" She smiled this wild smile, like we were the best things she's ever seen. She had this quality to her, like I've met her before. She watched me as we walked towards school. It was sort of creepy; she wouldn't take her eyes off of me. I also watched her, trying to figure out this 'quality'.
We asked her questions, wait, correction, Wakka asked all of the questions. I walked quietly as she answered every question thrown at her. She said her family had just moved her from Zanarkand, my home town.
I lived in Zanarkand up until my parent's divorce, when I was 6 years old. I had a lot of memories that I did not want to remember from those times. I had them pushed back in to a closet of my mind that I placed a few to many locks on. And for some strange, weird reason, looking at Yuna, wanted me to open those locks up and remember a few of those memories. She couldn't be good news.
Yuna was in Wakka's home room class, when we walked in to the large high school, they walked off laughing and talking. I felt slight pain realizing that she probably preferred Wakka; I guess I should have said a few more things than "Hi" on our walk here. I promised my self I would speak up at lunch, if she was to sit with us.
I had homeroom with Lulu, a girl that Wakka had a huge crush on. I personally didn't like the Goth look or the physic talk. As our homeroom teacher talked about the dance next week, I thought about what I did like. I didn't like lulu's style. I decided that I liked the kind soft look, someone small and gentle. Then I realized the dream girl I drew up in my head, was Yuna. Ack! I didn't even know her! Trying to get my mind off Yuna and my dream girl, I started to tell Lulu about the new girl until the bell rang. Lulu was excited to see the new girl, well, in her words "new meat" at lunch. Hopefully Wakka hasn't said anything to Yuna that would make her run.
First class was English. Whose bright idea was to have English first thing in the morning? I'm going to make them sit in one of these classes so they can feel the torture of first block English and see how they like it!
Once the horrible first class was over, it was on to automotives. I'd like to inform you that I loved to work on cars. I even remodeled my own classic 79' sports car. But I would be lying. Why am I in this class? Because it's an easy class, and a nice break in the morning after dreadful English class is what I deserve.
Fortunately, Wakka was in my auto's class. I quickly asked about Yuna and how it went in homeroom.
"Dude, she's such a nice girl, she's all smiles! It's insane!" Wakka would not stop talking about how great Yuna was. I felt like this class was going to be horrible.
"But, it was strange, did you notice when we were walking to school, she would only look at you? I thought it was crazy! Then when we went to home room, she would only ask about you, she would ignore all my questions" I stopped and dropped what I was carrying, on my toe, but I ignored the pain.
"She what?" I asked. Wakka picked up what ever I dropped, which happened to be a wrench and simply laughed at the goofy look on my face.
"Yeah, I think she likes you!" Well, I felt much better. I did on what ever we were supposed to be doing on, with ease. But through out the whole class, I would think about Yuna, and her ways of screwing up my mind. And most importantly, why did she remind me of someone, of an old friend.
Auto class was over; we cleaned up and headed to lunch.
I had a thing about lunch. I loved it, yet hated it. I loved it because I didn't have to pay attention to any teachers explaining nonsense things that I didn't care about. But the reason I hated it, was because I wasn't loved at school. I was hated. I hoped I could run to the cafeteria, grab my food and sit down at our usual table before Yuna noticed anyone bugging me. I didn't want her to know that about me, at least not yet.
I accomplished my goal; I grabbed my lunch, and got to the table with out any bugging me. Possibly a new record?
"Hey Yuna!" Wakka called the lost Yuna over; I guess Wakka never explained where our table was. It's with the losers in the corner no one even ventured in to. Yeah, if you hit the geeks, you've gone too far.
"Hey guys!" She smiled; I realized I liked that smile, possibly to much.
"Hey Yuna" I managed to squeak out, could anyone tell I was nervous? She seemed happy to hear something from me, her smile lit up even more than I thought possible.
After she met Lulu that was it for our group. Lulu and Yuna talked for a bit, and then Yuna turned to me.
But, just my luck. The bell rang for class. I gave her a quick smile and ran to grab my books from my locker. I noticed that Yuna was carrying her back pack around. Did she have a locker?
"Oh, The office is still working it out, they are not sure if there is a spare locker. It's supposed to be all figured out tomorrow" I quickly took this moment and made me look like the hero. (Insert me looking all 'god' like on a hill—haha I wish.)
"Well, you can share my locker until they figure it out. Oh, and if they don't figure anything out, tell them that there's an unused locker right beside me" She jumped up and down at the kindness I offered; I think she was very excited!
My next class was science. Which I was alright in, I understood it, and had passing marks. I sat down and opened my books to today's lesson, when I noticed; the empty seat beside me was no longer empty. I looked up to see Yuna opening her notebook.
"You didn't tell me you were in this class" I teacher came in, but we ignored her. She never started class till late after the bell rang.
"Well you didn't tell me you were in this class either" My heart did a little jump when she winked her eye. Was it all in my head, or was she flirting with me? Sadly the class flew by; Yuna seemed to be the cause of that.
When class was over, I asked what class she had next. She had the same as me, spare. (Was I jumping for joy in my sad mind?)
We decided to ditch the school and walk home. This excited me, and at the same time, made me extremely nervous. Why? Well, I didn't exactly like anyone seeing my home, for many reasons, but it all leads down to my father. I took the detour and show Yuna around. Someone needed to show her the neighborhood.
After Yuna's tour, and her flirting with me some more (Okay, I did some too) it was time for us to head home.
I dreaded going home, but Yuna had to leave to do something with her mom. I took another detour, the long way home. Anything to buy a few minutes.
When I got home, I was glad I took the detour. I was not ready to face the mess my father made when I stepped through the door. And they say Teenagers are messy? I'd like them to meet my father. I walked in to the open living room to trip over a box of empty beer cans, after picking my self up, swearing a few times and picking the glass out of my hands (and wondering where the glass came from) I walked into the kitchen to find my father passed out at the table. I opened the fridge with no noise, reached in and grabbed a soda. I managed to get by my passed out father and into my room with out him waking up. Two records in one day; this was a very good day.
I booted up the computer in my very small, very crowded room. Using my bed as a seat, I checked my mail. A screen popped up as I connected to the internet.
CrzyBesaidMan: Yo! Bruddah! So? How was the walk with Yuna?? Tell meeeeeeeee!
I couldn't help but think of Wakka being a 14 year old girl wanting to know how her best friends date went, because she has no love life of her own. Hmm, it's usually me having no life to comment on. I like how things have turned (Insert happy me)
Tidus22: How did you know?! Stop spying on me! She's amazing, why is she hanging out with us again? She seems WAY to good for our group.
CrzyBesaidMan: You're saying we're losers?
Tidus22: I am only stating the truth.
One thing I never understood, call me crazy, but why does Wakka not include the 'A' in 'crazy'? It's only one letter. I did comment on this, but he just laughed and slapped my on the shoulder.
CrzyBesaidMan: Oy! I am no loser!
The conversation went on like that, nothing to report. I soon turned the computer back to its usual state, asleep. I grabbed my back pack and finished what little homework I had.
Soon it came around to dinner time, I had some money left over from lunch, so I could go out and buy something. Or I could stay home and try to avoid my father. I took a large sigh as I got up to take the dangerous route.
My father was no longer at the table passed out, I moved about the kitchen warming up store bought lasagna with total stealth. Where ever my father was, he wouldn't notice me in the kitchen. Or so I thought.
The hairs on my neck stood up as I heard the groan of the man who has a very bad hang over come closer. I stood starting at the microwave, hoping I could speed up the warming process; I failed at my super hero talent I do not possess. I took a large gulp as I saw the large body come slowly in to the kitchen. I did not move my eyes from the revolving pan of lasagna as my father stood up to see me.
There were a million things going on in my mind. I hoped that he ignored me, that he would just move to the fridge, grab a beer, and leave. My hopes were destroyed as he walked closer towards me with a smile I knew very well.
"That was some trick you played this morning" I was guessing he meant the hot water trick, but it could have been something he made up in his mind while he was drunk.
"Then maybe you should turn the hot water tank up a little bit more, there is never enough hot water" I tried to simple make it a request. He didn't see it that way; he saw it more as a way to piss him off.
"Well, aren't we all smart today?" I think he was trying to sound smart, but he was too hung over to actually sound anything but stupid.
I felt the blow before it happened, I was waiting for it. It came at the moment the microwave beeped to tell me my dinner was ready. Thanks Microwave, but you're a little too late.
The blow knocked me to the floor. Luckily I was ready and landed in a position that wouldn't hurt. I looked up to see my father. Surely he must feel bad for hitting his son, for ruining the only chance he has of family he ever will get. Sadly, I didn't think it upset him in anyway. I was just something in the way.
With a loud gruff, he left the kitchen and found his favorite spot on the couch. I stood up, grabbed my dinner and ran up to my room where I could not be bothered anymore. My room was the only safe place in the house for me. I was smart and placed a lock on the door.
I ate in silence; I didn't think about anything, I didn't look at anything other than my food. I finished my food and noticed I had nothing else to do. Lucky for me that it was late enough to go to bed.
I stripped and crawled in to bed. One thing I loved was a comfy bed.
I knew today meant something, which it would be the start of something new. I hoped it was something good, it felt like it.
My name Is Tidus Reid. And this is my story.