The Haunted Mansion
Final Fantasy X style.
By. Chloe4Tidus.
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A/N: This is my first story, be nice. Also check out my other story that I'm doing with my best friend, xnoellex, which is called 'Stuck'.
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Summary: AU Tidus and the gang get stuck in a haunted house together, but the thing is, they've never met. What could lie beyond the door of the mansion's entrance? Exactly what you would expect: romance, humor, and much horror. Please be kind, this is my very first story that I've done on my own! Many different coupling.
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Chapter 1.
You could feel the enduring wind emphasize the night; it was a bitter chill that seemed to represent some kind of evil. But that wasn't the entire conflict; it was the house.
The house was far from luxurious, but it was also far from demoded also. You could mix it up with the house of Dracula, easily. It was eerie, and extremely frightening.
None of them wanted to extend a foot towards the door; for who knows what was awaiting them. The breeze whipped across their hair as they stood by the entrance, completely motionless; chilled to the bone.
There was Tidus Metso, a young golden-haired boy with alluring azure eyes; he stood the farthest back from the entrance, distressed by the question of what kind of future awaits him. His silky blonde hair lashed around from the cool breeze that seemed almost tranquil. A small sigh was let out his lips, as he dragged his luggage, quizzically staring at the mysterious building. He kept his mind settled on where he could be; staying at the mansion could possibly be the only way to depart himself from his hard home life. He was disgusted at the thought of his drunken father shouting at him with arrogance in his tone. Tidus had no other choice but to come here; it was a liberation.
In front of Tidus stood Yuna Rollins, a young girl with coffee colored hair and mix-matched eyes; a beautiful sapphire color and a pea-green. She stood in determination and radiance; the mansion was her way to prove herself worthy of being strong. She could do absolutely anything if she could survive this building of horror and such shady memories. She would show the people of Spira that she was willing to do anything to satisfy them; she would get through this, she had to. She tucked a string of hair behind her delicate ear, and faced the mansion, two luggages placed in both of her hands. She winced to see the sight of the place; it was cold-looking, she could sense an evil presence just lurking in the darkness of the entrance. It made a shiver go through her spleen. She shook the thought off, and looked at the abandoned flowers placed to the sides of the entrance; ignorance. People were so ignorant, they couldn't even keep the life of a flower. She stood up straight, keeping her posture, and could hear the breaths from the young boy behind her.
A little farther to the west-side of Yuna stood Lulu Lawrence, a young woman with long nefarious midnight-black hair and bittersweet red eyes. She stood in enthusiasm. She expected to witness a ghost, or something like it. She was entertained by darkness and evil presences made her heart jump; it was so exciting to her. She felt she could take on the world, when encountering a dark presence; she found it extraordinary. She carried one bag of luggage, which only contained clothes and needed accessories. A faint smile was placed on her lips which were covered with lavender lipstick. Yet she was still drastically gorgeous; even men with little interest in women would drool at the sight of her. She was nothing but beautiful, with a sophisticated but yet interesting style. She was no ordinary young woman. She felt the aloof winds whipping across her pale face. She sucked in some breath, and awaited for the experience of a lifetime.
Not too far from Lulu stood Wakka Bradford, a young man with apricot-colored hair that defied gravity the strangest way. His eyes were hazel far away, but more tawny-colored close-up. They were quit small, and at the moment were squinting to view the large mansion. He was here to get away from it all; the blitzball games, the losing-streaks, and more specifically, the death of his brother, Chappu. He really loved Chappu, brotherly. Chappu died as a fighter of Sin, however, he was a great brother to Wakka, and the two share a loving brotherly-bond. But it hit Wakka dearly when Chappu passed away; Wakka grew angry, weak, even depressed. That's when he found out about the mansion; his thoughts were based on getting away, an escape. He needed something to help him forget. Yet, he never really would. But he could do something to keep his mind off of it. He licked his lips, impatient for a new beginning.
In front of Lulu and Wakka stood Rikku Gippert, a young girl with bright perky blonde hair. She had forest-colored eyes which were big in excitement. She was a young AlBhed girl, with an optimistic attitude. She wanted to experience new things. This was definitely different for her; very interesting. Rikku had a immense spur of confidence at the moment; she was feeling this. This was going to be her moment of fame. She was going to take it away; go out with a bang. She would discover the horrifying past of this mansion. No one was going to stop her. She was not the little girl everyone thought she was. No, she was a full-grown woman, capable to do what she wished, and accomplish more complex tasks. She grinned from ear-to-ear with much impudence. She groped tightly onto her luggage; this was it. It was time to feel the glory.
Behind Tidus stood a young boy with lengthy cerulean-colored hair with matching blue eyes. He stood with arrogance and a humongous smirk plastered over his face. This boy was Seymour Guado; Lord Jyscal's son. He was to be a role-model for the people of Spira; knowing this, he decided to take this as a task of bravery. He had no doubts; he would do this, and he wouldn't let anyone take his pride. He had to do it for the folks of Spira. He would never make his father's name look bad... never. He sucked in the cold wind, and let it out. He then grasped onto his luggage; excitement filled his lungs. He was ready, willing to do this. It wouldn't be hard. He figured it would be a very simple process; figure the shady-past, then get out of dodge. But nothing was simple, was it?
That is last of them; the group, the fighters, the heroes. But for now, we shall label them as doomed, for they were doomed. No one has ever came out of the mansion... alive.
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End Of Introduction.
