Tidus of SeeD
This is an Alternate Universe Fanfiction, based on Final Fantasy VIII and X. It includes Final Fantasy X characters in the Final Fantasy VIII universe. Square Enix owns the rights to the games, and this is an unofficial storyline.
Keep in mind that the world of FFVIII is different from the game. I altered it to fit the storyline, respectively.
Chapter one: Jecht's Reluctance
Mattius2k04: Welcome one and all to my first ever Fanfiction.net story, and something I spent my whole Christmas vacation writing! Now, if any of you complain, write down your name, number, city and street address and my assassins will get right to you. In other words, don't complain! I slaved at the computer for days for you people! No enjoy it or my pet tiger will eat you! Random Person: But you don't have a tiger! Mattius2k04: Hey guess what? You are in my story! Guess what? In my story, I have a tiger! So blah! *Tiger eats random person* Anyone else got a complaint? Audience: ..*clapping* Enjoy!
He never really knew why he was sitting here, thinking about the same thing over and over. He had made his decision long ago to go to Balamb Garden, but for some reason he was nervous. Balamb Garden was a military school, notorious for training the best mercenaries. The current headmaster, headmaster Cid, had welcomed him with open arms, especially after an entry test score of 87%. The teachers were cool, too. Tidus only knew one though, but he'd heard of the others. Squall Leonhart was the teacher for Gunblade Usage 101. His class was always the most popular, and Squall was, needless to say, a very powerful swordsman.
"I know it's gonna be hard man, but you gotta do it sometime, ya?" spoke his friend, Wakka. "Listen Tidus, we can both go to Balamb. The teachers there are awesome man, and don't forget the chicks!" he laughed, his overly loud, obnoxious laugh. Wakka was a tall, proud man, white-skinned, with flamboyant orange hair gelled into a large cowlick at the front. He was always wearing his blue bandana over his forehead. He was also heavily muscled, from constant toning at the gym.
"Yeah, I guess." Tidus stood up and stretched, his arms reaching high. Tidus was a young man of 17 years old, about average in height, with dirty- blonde hair and a slight tan from his constant training runs around his home, a suburban, quiet little home. He was wearing his trademark clothing, a black-leather overall set, one pant leg a foot longer than the other, but still only reaching halfway past his knee. One arm, covered in a mishmash of articulated clothing and ending with a gauntleted hand, was the arm Tidus used for a sword. The other one was a simple yellow t-shirt sleeve, reaching just past his first muscles. His torso and upper stomach showed, barely, and as Tidus commented, "got the chicks going wild." "But when should we go?"
"Soon as possible!" Wakka laughed again, and his eyes lit up. "Those university girls aren't gonna wait for us!"
"Sure they will. Everyone waits for me, didn't you know?" Tidus laughed, ruffling Wakka's hair up. Wakka retaliated with a soft knock to Tidus's stomach, which, unfortunately, wasn't too soft. Tidus stumbled over backwards and fell to the ground kicking up some dust.
"Hey, careful!" Tidus cried. "You're stronger than you think you are!"
"I thought you were supposed to be fast, ya?" Wakka laughed. "You can't even dodge a playful punch!" His heavy Jamaican accent was always noticeable, even when he tried to hide it.
"I guess that means with my speed, and your strength, we could beat anyone!" Tidus laughed. "So long as you don't hurt me in the process."
"Relax dude, I'm not gonna hit you. On purpose, anyways!" Wakka reassured Tidus, extending his hand to help lift him up.
"I guess we'll start tomorrow. Better pack my bags." Tidus sighed. He always hated packing, because he always had to unpack. "I hate packing."
The next day, after Tidus and Wakka had finished packing their bags, they found themselves in quite a situation.
"You didn't buy the train tickets?!" Tidus cried, throwing his arms up.
"Sorry kid, I told ya, I'm not doing your shit for you anymore. You're a big boy, YOU go do 'em." Replied his father. Jecht, a man resembling a darker, long and brown-haired Tidus, was recovering from a hangover from yet another night of drunken rage. "I'm not gonna say this again: get goin' or I'm makin' you stay home for another month!"
Tidus grit his teeth and walked away, letting go of a shout of disapproval.
"And get me an aspirin, boy!" Yelled his father.
"Do it yourself, old man!" Tidus retaliated. "If you aren't even gonna do this for me, I'm sure as hell not doing it for you!" Jecht retaliated with a gruff snort, and sounds of movement could be heard as he got out of his bed, shuffling towards the kitchen.
"Tidus, please just get your father something. He had a rough night." Spoke Tidus's mother in the kitchen. Tidus mother, Shera, a middle-aged woman, had always been the one reason that their household stayed together. She had a job, while Jecht stayed at home all day, watching TV with an always-present bottle of beer. Sometimes, Tidus wondered why she ended up with scum like his father.
"Aw come on, mom!" Tidus cried. "I gotta go meet Wakka! Jecht didn't get the tickets, so we gotta buy it ourselves." He sighed again, and went to the kitchen. He never called his dad "dad", and he always supposed it was because he hated him so much. So he just called him by his real name.
"Now, your father might get angry if he finds out, but I bought you and Wakka some tickets." Replied Shera. "They're in the front pocket of your suitcase."
"How did you know that Jecht wasn't-" asked Tidus, before thinking of something. "Oh yeah, we're talking about Jecht here." He sighed again. He filled a glass of water, and took a small pill out of a plastic container. "Thanks, mom." He whispered again before he left.
"No problem, son." Replied Shera, once Tidus was out of earshot. She really didn't want her little boy to leave, but then, he needed to move out some time or another. And she thought that it was best he got a head start on something he wanted to do, and didn't end up like his father- alcoholic, rude, and having no job. "Please, be careful." She didn't want him killed by a monster, either.
"Here, Jecht." Tidus whispered, laying the water glass and pill on his table.
"Thanks, kid. Now get going. You'd better get that ticket soon. I don't want you knockin' at my door for another five months." Jecht mustered a weak smile.
"Yeah, whatever." Tidus really couldn't bring himself to say something nice to his father, despite that lately he had seemingly been trying to be a little more bearable. He'd even remembered Tidus 18th birthday, a first, and had gotten him a couple books about monsters and weapons.
As Tidus walked out his fathers, bedroom, he heard his fathers footsteps behind him, and turned around. "What is it this time?" he asked.
"Listen kid, this used to be mine. Now I can hardly lift it anymore. So I want you to have it." Jecht presented his son with a finely-made, sharp- edged red sword. "It's called Firestarter, and I'm hoping you'll get to use it. If you break it, I'll break you. So be careful." Jecht laughed.
"Yeah, thanks. I'll use it, promise." Tidus replied giving his dad a nod of thanks. He walked into his room, picked up his suitcase, and stepped out of the door with a shout of "Bye everyone!"
"What took you so long?" Wakka asked as Tidus caught up to him on the train station, panting.
"Dad." Tidus replied. Wakka's eyes shone with realization, and he nodded.
"He got drunk again?" Wakka sighed. "So what about the tickets?"
"Mom saved our asses." Tidus replied, unzipping his suitcase and handing Wakka one of the orange-tinted tickets. "But Jecht did give me his old sword, Firestarter. Finally, he does something nice. Couple years too late, but better late than never."
"Firestarter!" Wakka exclaimed. "You sure about that?!"
"Yeah, why?" Tidus asked. Wakka replied with a sound of wonderment and took out an old magazine, shifting the pages and pointing to pictures.
"Check this out, ya!" Wakka exclaimed. Sitting right on the page, with highlighted letters and a whole page devoted to it, sat a picture of the very sword Tidus had sheathed on his back. "It was one of the best swords ever!" His accent was very pronounced when he was excited. He pointed out a particular paragraph, reading from its text. "The Firestarter is one of the best swords made to date, with technology used to make the sharpest edge possible. It is a part of the Elemental Essence series, one of only four ever made. Like its' namesake, it relies on fire, and very few enemies have ever crossed blades with it and survived."
"Wow, so, how did my dad get something like this?" Asked Tidus.
"Dunno, but I heard something about a great fighter winning a championship at the fire tournament in Galbadia. The prize was this sword. I never knew who won it." Wakka replied.
"Uh oh!!! The train!" Tidus yelled. Behind Wakka, their destined train was leaving.
"Oh no! My train!" cried a woman behind Tidus. As they ran, they collided painfully, and ended up on the floor, their suitcases tumbling away.
"Watch it!" Tidus exclaimed angrily, rubbing his painful forehead.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" spoke the woman. She stood up, her back to Tidus. With a groan, she strained to lift his heavy suitcase. Eventually, she succeeded, and turned to pass it to Tidus. When she turned, Tidus literally felt his heart quicken, and felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. She was easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his blue eyes on. She stood half a foot shorter than him, with shoulder- length brown hair, cream-coloured skin, and one green and one blue eye.
"O-Oh, that's. um, no problem! Here, I got it." He grabbed the suitcase, and lifted up her extremely light backpack, handing it to her.
The girl giggled softly, blushing a little bit. "Looks like we missed our train. shoot, I was looking forwards to going to Balamb Garden!"
Tidus couldn't believe it. An unbelievably hot girl who's going to the same MILITARY school as me?! Oh, I hope it's not too much to ask for her to be using longswords!
"Um, I'm really sorry. My name is Yuna. what's yours?" Her soft voice barely snapped Tidus back to his senses. She extended her hand, and slowly, he realized she was asking for a handshake.
"Uh. umm I'm T-Tidus." Tidus took her hand in both of his, and shook it gently. He took his hands off of her hand with a thought of I am never washing this hand again. Damn, perfect time to lose your charm.
"Nice to meet you, Tidus. Where are you going?" Yuna asked, holding both her hands at her waist and gently turning from side to side.
"Oh, I'm going to Balamb Garden." Tidus replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, wow! So am I!" Yuna exclaimed. "That's amazing! What are you going to study?"
"Me? Oh, um I'm going in for longsword training, maybe gunblade usage." Tidus replied, regaining some of his control.
"I'm going to train in white magic, and summoning Guardian Forces." Yuna replied. "If we can get there, I hope we end up in some missions together."
"Y-yeah!" Tidus replied. He could feel his face blushing.
"Hey kids, sorry to interrupt, but, um. We gotta go!" Wakka broke in. "We got an hour until the next train comes."
"By the way, this is Wakka." Tidus waved his hand to his best friend. "He's going in for gunblade usage."
"Nice to meet you, Wakka." Yuna replied. She shook his hand, and turned back to Tidus.
An hour later, the train finally arrived. Wakka was sitting, head dangling back over the bench, while Tidus and Yuna were still chatting excitedly.
"Looks like our train is here." Spoke Yuna. "It was nice meeting you, Tidus. And you too, Wakka. I'm sitting at the back of the train with my cousin, Rikku."
"Aw, that sucks." Tidus sighed. Holding up his ticket, he spoke "Me and Wakka here are at the front. But we'll see you at the Garden, alright?" Tidus replied. Yuna nodded, and ran off to the back section of the train.
This is an Alternate Universe Fanfiction, based on Final Fantasy VIII and X. It includes Final Fantasy X characters in the Final Fantasy VIII universe. Square Enix owns the rights to the games, and this is an unofficial storyline.
Keep in mind that the world of FFVIII is different from the game. I altered it to fit the storyline, respectively.
Chapter one: Jecht's Reluctance
Mattius2k04: Welcome one and all to my first ever Fanfiction.net story, and something I spent my whole Christmas vacation writing! Now, if any of you complain, write down your name, number, city and street address and my assassins will get right to you. In other words, don't complain! I slaved at the computer for days for you people! No enjoy it or my pet tiger will eat you! Random Person: But you don't have a tiger! Mattius2k04: Hey guess what? You are in my story! Guess what? In my story, I have a tiger! So blah! *Tiger eats random person* Anyone else got a complaint? Audience: ..*clapping* Enjoy!
He never really knew why he was sitting here, thinking about the same thing over and over. He had made his decision long ago to go to Balamb Garden, but for some reason he was nervous. Balamb Garden was a military school, notorious for training the best mercenaries. The current headmaster, headmaster Cid, had welcomed him with open arms, especially after an entry test score of 87%. The teachers were cool, too. Tidus only knew one though, but he'd heard of the others. Squall Leonhart was the teacher for Gunblade Usage 101. His class was always the most popular, and Squall was, needless to say, a very powerful swordsman.
"I know it's gonna be hard man, but you gotta do it sometime, ya?" spoke his friend, Wakka. "Listen Tidus, we can both go to Balamb. The teachers there are awesome man, and don't forget the chicks!" he laughed, his overly loud, obnoxious laugh. Wakka was a tall, proud man, white-skinned, with flamboyant orange hair gelled into a large cowlick at the front. He was always wearing his blue bandana over his forehead. He was also heavily muscled, from constant toning at the gym.
"Yeah, I guess." Tidus stood up and stretched, his arms reaching high. Tidus was a young man of 17 years old, about average in height, with dirty- blonde hair and a slight tan from his constant training runs around his home, a suburban, quiet little home. He was wearing his trademark clothing, a black-leather overall set, one pant leg a foot longer than the other, but still only reaching halfway past his knee. One arm, covered in a mishmash of articulated clothing and ending with a gauntleted hand, was the arm Tidus used for a sword. The other one was a simple yellow t-shirt sleeve, reaching just past his first muscles. His torso and upper stomach showed, barely, and as Tidus commented, "got the chicks going wild." "But when should we go?"
"Soon as possible!" Wakka laughed again, and his eyes lit up. "Those university girls aren't gonna wait for us!"
"Sure they will. Everyone waits for me, didn't you know?" Tidus laughed, ruffling Wakka's hair up. Wakka retaliated with a soft knock to Tidus's stomach, which, unfortunately, wasn't too soft. Tidus stumbled over backwards and fell to the ground kicking up some dust.
"Hey, careful!" Tidus cried. "You're stronger than you think you are!"
"I thought you were supposed to be fast, ya?" Wakka laughed. "You can't even dodge a playful punch!" His heavy Jamaican accent was always noticeable, even when he tried to hide it.
"I guess that means with my speed, and your strength, we could beat anyone!" Tidus laughed. "So long as you don't hurt me in the process."
"Relax dude, I'm not gonna hit you. On purpose, anyways!" Wakka reassured Tidus, extending his hand to help lift him up.
"I guess we'll start tomorrow. Better pack my bags." Tidus sighed. He always hated packing, because he always had to unpack. "I hate packing."
The next day, after Tidus and Wakka had finished packing their bags, they found themselves in quite a situation.
"You didn't buy the train tickets?!" Tidus cried, throwing his arms up.
"Sorry kid, I told ya, I'm not doing your shit for you anymore. You're a big boy, YOU go do 'em." Replied his father. Jecht, a man resembling a darker, long and brown-haired Tidus, was recovering from a hangover from yet another night of drunken rage. "I'm not gonna say this again: get goin' or I'm makin' you stay home for another month!"
Tidus grit his teeth and walked away, letting go of a shout of disapproval.
"And get me an aspirin, boy!" Yelled his father.
"Do it yourself, old man!" Tidus retaliated. "If you aren't even gonna do this for me, I'm sure as hell not doing it for you!" Jecht retaliated with a gruff snort, and sounds of movement could be heard as he got out of his bed, shuffling towards the kitchen.
"Tidus, please just get your father something. He had a rough night." Spoke Tidus's mother in the kitchen. Tidus mother, Shera, a middle-aged woman, had always been the one reason that their household stayed together. She had a job, while Jecht stayed at home all day, watching TV with an always-present bottle of beer. Sometimes, Tidus wondered why she ended up with scum like his father.
"Aw come on, mom!" Tidus cried. "I gotta go meet Wakka! Jecht didn't get the tickets, so we gotta buy it ourselves." He sighed again, and went to the kitchen. He never called his dad "dad", and he always supposed it was because he hated him so much. So he just called him by his real name.
"Now, your father might get angry if he finds out, but I bought you and Wakka some tickets." Replied Shera. "They're in the front pocket of your suitcase."
"How did you know that Jecht wasn't-" asked Tidus, before thinking of something. "Oh yeah, we're talking about Jecht here." He sighed again. He filled a glass of water, and took a small pill out of a plastic container. "Thanks, mom." He whispered again before he left.
"No problem, son." Replied Shera, once Tidus was out of earshot. She really didn't want her little boy to leave, but then, he needed to move out some time or another. And she thought that it was best he got a head start on something he wanted to do, and didn't end up like his father- alcoholic, rude, and having no job. "Please, be careful." She didn't want him killed by a monster, either.
"Here, Jecht." Tidus whispered, laying the water glass and pill on his table.
"Thanks, kid. Now get going. You'd better get that ticket soon. I don't want you knockin' at my door for another five months." Jecht mustered a weak smile.
"Yeah, whatever." Tidus really couldn't bring himself to say something nice to his father, despite that lately he had seemingly been trying to be a little more bearable. He'd even remembered Tidus 18th birthday, a first, and had gotten him a couple books about monsters and weapons.
As Tidus walked out his fathers, bedroom, he heard his fathers footsteps behind him, and turned around. "What is it this time?" he asked.
"Listen kid, this used to be mine. Now I can hardly lift it anymore. So I want you to have it." Jecht presented his son with a finely-made, sharp- edged red sword. "It's called Firestarter, and I'm hoping you'll get to use it. If you break it, I'll break you. So be careful." Jecht laughed.
"Yeah, thanks. I'll use it, promise." Tidus replied giving his dad a nod of thanks. He walked into his room, picked up his suitcase, and stepped out of the door with a shout of "Bye everyone!"
"What took you so long?" Wakka asked as Tidus caught up to him on the train station, panting.
"Dad." Tidus replied. Wakka's eyes shone with realization, and he nodded.
"He got drunk again?" Wakka sighed. "So what about the tickets?"
"Mom saved our asses." Tidus replied, unzipping his suitcase and handing Wakka one of the orange-tinted tickets. "But Jecht did give me his old sword, Firestarter. Finally, he does something nice. Couple years too late, but better late than never."
"Firestarter!" Wakka exclaimed. "You sure about that?!"
"Yeah, why?" Tidus asked. Wakka replied with a sound of wonderment and took out an old magazine, shifting the pages and pointing to pictures.
"Check this out, ya!" Wakka exclaimed. Sitting right on the page, with highlighted letters and a whole page devoted to it, sat a picture of the very sword Tidus had sheathed on his back. "It was one of the best swords ever!" His accent was very pronounced when he was excited. He pointed out a particular paragraph, reading from its text. "The Firestarter is one of the best swords made to date, with technology used to make the sharpest edge possible. It is a part of the Elemental Essence series, one of only four ever made. Like its' namesake, it relies on fire, and very few enemies have ever crossed blades with it and survived."
"Wow, so, how did my dad get something like this?" Asked Tidus.
"Dunno, but I heard something about a great fighter winning a championship at the fire tournament in Galbadia. The prize was this sword. I never knew who won it." Wakka replied.
"Uh oh!!! The train!" Tidus yelled. Behind Wakka, their destined train was leaving.
"Oh no! My train!" cried a woman behind Tidus. As they ran, they collided painfully, and ended up on the floor, their suitcases tumbling away.
"Watch it!" Tidus exclaimed angrily, rubbing his painful forehead.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" spoke the woman. She stood up, her back to Tidus. With a groan, she strained to lift his heavy suitcase. Eventually, she succeeded, and turned to pass it to Tidus. When she turned, Tidus literally felt his heart quicken, and felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. She was easily one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his blue eyes on. She stood half a foot shorter than him, with shoulder- length brown hair, cream-coloured skin, and one green and one blue eye.
"O-Oh, that's. um, no problem! Here, I got it." He grabbed the suitcase, and lifted up her extremely light backpack, handing it to her.
The girl giggled softly, blushing a little bit. "Looks like we missed our train. shoot, I was looking forwards to going to Balamb Garden!"
Tidus couldn't believe it. An unbelievably hot girl who's going to the same MILITARY school as me?! Oh, I hope it's not too much to ask for her to be using longswords!
"Um, I'm really sorry. My name is Yuna. what's yours?" Her soft voice barely snapped Tidus back to his senses. She extended her hand, and slowly, he realized she was asking for a handshake.
"Uh. umm I'm T-Tidus." Tidus took her hand in both of his, and shook it gently. He took his hands off of her hand with a thought of I am never washing this hand again. Damn, perfect time to lose your charm.
"Nice to meet you, Tidus. Where are you going?" Yuna asked, holding both her hands at her waist and gently turning from side to side.
"Oh, I'm going to Balamb Garden." Tidus replied, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, wow! So am I!" Yuna exclaimed. "That's amazing! What are you going to study?"
"Me? Oh, um I'm going in for longsword training, maybe gunblade usage." Tidus replied, regaining some of his control.
"I'm going to train in white magic, and summoning Guardian Forces." Yuna replied. "If we can get there, I hope we end up in some missions together."
"Y-yeah!" Tidus replied. He could feel his face blushing.
"Hey kids, sorry to interrupt, but, um. We gotta go!" Wakka broke in. "We got an hour until the next train comes."
"By the way, this is Wakka." Tidus waved his hand to his best friend. "He's going in for gunblade usage."
"Nice to meet you, Wakka." Yuna replied. She shook his hand, and turned back to Tidus.
An hour later, the train finally arrived. Wakka was sitting, head dangling back over the bench, while Tidus and Yuna were still chatting excitedly.
"Looks like our train is here." Spoke Yuna. "It was nice meeting you, Tidus. And you too, Wakka. I'm sitting at the back of the train with my cousin, Rikku."
"Aw, that sucks." Tidus sighed. Holding up his ticket, he spoke "Me and Wakka here are at the front. But we'll see you at the Garden, alright?" Tidus replied. Yuna nodded, and ran off to the back section of the train.