Copyright: I do not own any rights or anything of that nature for the Final Fantasy franchise, or Square Enix. I would also like to give a special thanks to my beta: peeps15, without her I would be nothing. Thanks again to my best friend.

Tidus had always been a star athlete. Up till eight years old, someone was always pushing him to be the best; the unnerving constant negative attitude towards him, by his father is what made him push himself so hard to be the greatest. Jecht never thought that Tidus was good enough. Though Jecht worked on a salvage ship, he was certainly no weakling. Jecht was a veteran when it came to sports, especially Blitzball; even creating his own move, "The Jecht Shot." Although Tidus was also quite exceptional at the sport, he never really fully mastered the move, and his father never let him forget it.

One day, just as any other, Jecht went to work, and Tidus was at home with his mother. Tidus being the zealous eight year-old that he was, was trying to master "The Jecht Shot." His mother was inside doing house chores when she heard that Tidus was crying. She rushed outside and found, Tidus sitting on the ground with a blitzball in his hands and with a scrape on his knee, he had fallen while practicing.

"Are you alright?" His mother asked in a worried tone.

"I hate him," Tidus said.

"Who?" she asked.

"Dad," Tidus replied, with anger and frustration surging through his voice.

If she was shocked she didn't show it, before she could say anything however, she was interrupted by Tidus saying,

"I wish that he would never come back!"

"Don't say that Tidus," she said.

"Why shouldn't I?" The young boy shouted.

She thought to herself a minute then replied with "… If he never comes back you'll… you'll never be able to tell him how much you hate him."

Tidus thought to himself for a moment and then started to head back inside the house, his mother followed after him. Although Tidus had seemed to change his mind on never wanting to see his father again, his change of heart seemed to come a little too late. That night, Jecht would never return and Tidus would not see him for some time.

10 YEARS LATER

Tidus, now the star player for his home blitzball team; The Zanarkand Abes, had just about everything going for him. Who knew that very night, his whole world would be turned completely upside-down. The game commenced, and off the players went. Tidus saw an opening for the first goal of the game, and decided to use this as an opportunity to use "The Jecht Shot." No sooner when he tried this shot that an announcement came over the intercom.

"A bomb threat has surfaced and the stadium must be immediately evacuated." The voice echoed through the stadium halls.

A wave of panic let out from the crowd, as they all rushed for the exits. Tidus, hearing this, caught him by surprise and he fell to the ground like a rock. He quickly got up and headed for the locker room doors, when he reached his destination, all the players stood in a huddle while listening to the coach give out a plan.

"Okay, transportation has been arranged to leave Zanarkand to a safer area away from all the panic and danger."

After the coach's orders they all left the locker room. They all tried to stay together but Tidus, already being exhausted by the game, was starting to lose stamina. Suddenly he found himself standing alone; he had to think fast. He tried to yell for them but his screams fell to deaf ears. Suddenly an explosion let off in the right corridor and the people went wild. Another wave of explosions went off, each getting closer and closer to Tidus before he could respond however, the world as he knew it, went dark.

Tidus woke up discombobulated and just plain confused; he was no longer in Zanarkand but on a beach and was now being approached by a strange man with strange orange hair, and a perplexing expression on his face.

"You sure took a nasty fall there bruddha."

To Be Continued…