Hello and welcome to my first fanfic here! This is based on an idea I've had swirling around the cerebral cortex for quite some time. :) Basically, it's a crossover between the worlds/characters of FF7 and FF10. I may also incorporate some of the sideways world/course correction/time travel concepts touched upon in Lost, just to give you a hint of things to come.
Rating is M for upcoming language *cough cough* Reno *cough cough*, lemons, and possible yaoi/yuri.
Please read and review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns all things FF related, songs quoted herein are attributed to the appropriate artist/musician, ideas are all mine.
Chapter 1
Awakening
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past, and coming back to life
"Coming Back to Life", Pink Floyd
When he came to, the young man was face down in what seemed to be a meadow. He first realized this as the grass blades tickled his nose, and he inhaled the sweet scent of…flowers? Tomato plants? Whatever it was, it was a pleasant, intoxicating smell, and strong enough to bring him out of his stupor.
I'm alive, the young man thought. Oh my gods, I'm alive! Suddenly remembering what had just happened to him , the man started to feel all of his limbs, apparently to make sure they were real. "Ha ha!" he laughed out loud. It sounded foreign to him, as if he had never used his voice before; or, more likely, it was as if it had been dormant for a very long time. "Will you look at that," he said out loud, to nobody in particular. "I'm in one piece," he observed bemusedly, "and I'm…solid now." He flexed his well-tanned arms and legs, and was pleased that nothing seemed to be hurting too badly. A little stiff, perhaps, but at least none of his limbs seemed to be damaged. I need a mirror, he thought. I must look like hell. I certainly feel like it. My head is killing me!
Gulping lungfuls of air, he stood up and took in his surroundings. I'm alive, he thought to himself again. But how? I thought they said I was a dream of the Fayth...what the hell happened? Am I someone else's dream now?Looking across the horizon, he noticed a twisted metal…sculpture of some kind. Except it was entirely too large to be an art sculpture, the damned thing was the size of a small city. It looked to be over 100 stories high. What the hell is that? He wondered distractedly. Casting his gaze back to his immediate surroundings, his mind suddenly began to race. Where are the others, he wondered. Are there any others? Did they survive too…or am I the only one? Oh gods, please…I don't want to be the only survivor! Hell, I don't even know where – or when – I am anymore!
He hurried over a small mountain which was adjacent to the meadow he had found himself in upon awaking. As his eyes flitted around, looking for survivors, his mind was working furiously to piece together the last moments he remembered before…before this happened. Whatever "this" was.
Coming over the crest of the mountain, the young man stopped short. There she was – the girl he loved, lying prone on the ground. "Yuna," he breathed. Running toward her unmoving form, the young man became frantic, praying to any gods that might be listening, that Yuna would be all right.
He kneeled by her side, and turned her over so she was facing up to the sky, toward the light. Please wake up, please wake up...the young man prayed quietly. The warm sun hit the young woman's cheekbones, and she smiled. Thank you, the young man mouthed silently to some unseen deity.
The young woman opened her eyes - one green, and the other one blue, he noted, smiling down at her - and she turned toward the young man who had come to her aid. "Oh Tidus!" she cried, her voice catching. "I thought you were…gone! I saw you fade away from me on the deck of the Airship, and I just….just…oh!" Yuna sunk her face into her hands, softly sobbing.
Tidus rushed to Yuna's side, grabbing her hands. "No, Yuna," he replied, smiling, "I'm here. I'm real, I'm not a dream! See for yourself," he said, holding Yuna's tiny hands against his chest.
Yuna smiled. "Oh, thank Ixion!" she exclaimed. "I was so afraid I had lost you, after…" her voice trailed off.
"I know," replied Tidus, tenderly stroking Yuna's hair. "I know. Hey," Tidus continued, brightening. "We need to see if the others are…with us. I mean, if they got here the same way we did?"
Yuna agreed. "Yes, we need to search for the others. But Tidus," Yuna questioned, "just how did we get here? And where is 'here', anyway?"
Tidus sighed, and ran his hand through his spiky blond locks. "I don't know, Yuna. I just don't know. Along with 'where' are we, I'm also wondering 'when' are we." Yuna appeared ready to interrupt with a question, but Tidus held up his hand. "No, Yuna. I'll explain what I mean – or what I think I mean – later. For now, let's concentrate on looking for our friends." He smiled back at Yuna, offering his hand to help her get up from the ground.
"Yes," said Yuna, as Tidus brought her to her feet. "We will look for our friends now. But you and I will chat later, Tidus," she warned, looking uncharacteristically stern. "I think you know a bit more than you're letting on, and I want to know everything." With that, Yuna gathered up her staff and her cloak, and proceeded back down the steep hill.
Tidus groaned inwardly. This was not a conversation he was looking forward to having.
