disclaimor: owner of nothing. maybe not even the plot.

pairing: wase (wait 'nd see, my ducklings)

warnings: yaoi (of a sort...) guaranteed to burn at least one of your eyes – read at OWN RISK

WASAbi

Wakka paced the beach.

He was fed up: the same old boring thing happening day in, day out (nothing). What with Tidus all passed out and not waking up – what with his head having been smashed in by Riku after he casually commented that Riku might look a little more manly if he cut his hair. Riku didn't take kindly to potentially offensive hair remarks.

He kicked up a spray of sand before sitting down. Ever since Riku decided he was too old for the beach; Sora dutifully following; Kairi rolling her eyes and muttering something along the lines of, "But I like it here..." decided that, after two lonely trips to the island, she was better off with those two; Selphie staying by Tidus' side for the whole two days he'd been knocked out and Tidus, well, Tidus being knocked out, Wakka had been finding it more and more difficult to have fun and enjoy himself – all on his own.

All he could do was watch as the sea reached the sand then curled away from him again, back into the depths of the ocean.

Then it was curve back towards him. As though the ocean was teasing him. Coming in to say hello, then leaving him as quickly as it came.

He sat there for one hour. Two hours, three hours, four. Time ticked away and Wakka just stared at its shimmering, glistening form. Until suddenly.

Suddenly, the tide came in and a boy came out.

He had coppery, red hair and tanned skin and looked about fourteen or fifteen. He lay motionless on the sand for some time. Wakka sat stock still, wondering whether the boy was dead. He didn't recognise him from the island, but yet, there was still a niggling feeling in the back of his head saying 'you know him, you know him'. Wakka leant over to look at the boy closer.

"Uehh..." Wakka shifted backwards, fast, almost feeling the sand rub into his pants. The boy turned over, breathing deeply. He was wearing what appeared to be ripped cloth from the sail of a boat round his legs like pants.

The boy spat out some water. "Hey, are you okay?" Wakka leant over to him again, reaching out for the boy with his fingers. The boy gasped and slid back away from Wakka about a foot. Wakka held out his hands. "No, no, I wanna help you!" The boy visibly relaxed; he let his shoulders drop and moved forward a little. "Is there anything you'd like?"

The boy nodded and leant forward towards Wakka. The sound of the waves hitting the beach timed in perfectly as Wakka pushed the boy's lips off his own. "Woah, man. I don't even know you!"

The boy blinked. He didn't understand. "Uh!" he nodded. Wakka raised an eyebrow.

"What, cat got your tongue?" his snide remark was obviously of offence to the boy as he fervently shook his head, his mouth saying 'no, no, no, no, no' over and over again. "What's wrong with you then?" The boy desperately tried to say something, his mouth bobbing open and closed like a fish. "Speak up, I can't hear you, man."

The boy's eyes were starting to fill with tears and Wakka suddenly felt a surge of sympathy towards him. He shuffled forward, and put an unsteady hand on the boy's back. "Look, what's your name?" Again, the boy's mouth opened and closed like he was trying to say something, but again, he only looked like a fish – surprisingly like Tidus' goldfish in fact. They were called Inky and Oinky and he could see them clearly now, bobbing about in his bowl he bought for them.

"I'll call you Red for now – like your hair."

The boy opened his mouth, and then stopped himself. There wasn't any use. He wouldn't be able to say anything.

He nodded.

"Okay, Red. Do you have a home?"

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an: xDD if you know what wase is, or just guessed, then you're cool.