Disclaimer: I do not own FFX.

I'm playing it again and decided to experiment with a OC fanfiction.


It was cold, and I was wet to boot.

I was on a rock in the middle of nowhere, surrounded on all sides by dark water and heavy mist.

I didn't particularly remember much, and it was making me more than a little upset, especially since one of the few things I remembered was that I was terrified deep water.

Trying to distract myself, I picked up the scythe I had wedged in a crevice when I hurriedly scrambled out of the water.

It was…pretty. The blade was about as long as my arm and I could touch the edges if I spread my fingers wide when pressed flat against the blade. The metal was an odd green that shifted to yellow and blue depending on the light. Thin, vine-like engravings swirled along the centre of the blade and budded small dainty leaves when they started reaching for the edges. The sharp edges were curved into small ruts from the haft to the middle of the blade before curving streamline to the point where a cruel-looking barb was mounted.

The haft of the scythe was about 6ft long with a slight curve about 2.5ft down where a small handle was attached. The pole was some kind of reddish wood bound in blue metal sheaves while the handle and the end of the haft were modified with grips of metal and leather strips for a better handhold.

And that exhausted my sources of distractions, so I returned to my brooding over my lost memories.

Some time later, I'd decided to strike out for one of the larger formations since, obviously, the tide was coming in and I was getting wetter anyway.

Bracing myself, I jumped in and swam freestyle to the nearest formation some twenty or thirty metres away.

The water was freezing and so salty it stung my eyes, but I got to the formation before my limbs stopped working.

Barely.

I'd just found a patch of sand where I could warm myself up a little when I heard a shout.

"Anybody there? Auron!"

I perked up. They sounded pretty close; within fifty metres.

"HEEEY!"

I bolted up. "HEY YOURSELF!" I shouted back, unbelievably happy someone else was there to share my misery.

"Hey! Where are you?!"

"Over here! On the rock that looks like an arch!"

I climbed up onto the cold stone again and looked in the direction I could hear splashing.

A form appeared from the mist and I waved my arms when he started going too far to the left. "Hey! Over here!"

The guy stopped and looked around before spotting me and swimming over.

I carefully climbed down the slippery rock- granite?- and gave him an arm up.

"You okay?" His lips were blue; obviously not. "C'mon. There's a sandy alcove over here. It may not be especially warm, but it's better than cold rock."

He nodded and I helped him down into the sandy niche. Then we just kinda stared at each other for a bit.

He was cute, in an annoying little brother way. His sunny blonde hair was spiky and messed up over a pair of the bluest eyes I'd ever seen (I think?), and he was pretty tanned and athletic looking, and he was wearing a funky outfit mostly in black and canary yellow.

He spoke first. "So, ah, where are we?"

I shrugged and wiggled a little further into the sand. "I dunno. I seem to have lost my memory. I'm just as clueless as you."

He blinked, appearing apologetic. "Oh, sorry. I'm Tidus." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"I don't remember my name, so I'd feel better if you gave me one."

"Oh! Ah…?" He floundered a bit. "Um…how 'bout…ah…Lexa?"

I blinked and pondered a moment. "Okay."

"Okay?"

Tidus appeared stumped by my easy acceptance of the name he gave me. My lips quirked.

"It's better than being called 'Hey You'."

He smiled and soon we were both laughing, more out of released tension than any real humour.

Some time later he suggested that we try to head for the rundown building in the distance and I agreed once he pointed out that the stones made a pathway for most, if not all the trip.

"So, Tidus. How did you get here?" I inquired absently as I bounced over a gap in the stones.

He huffed. "I got dragged up into this giant thing called 'Sin' with Auron. I guess it brought me here. You?"

"Woke up on a rock a ways out. Had to swim in about a hundred metres to get to the next one. I eventually made it to the arch island after a few dozen island hops." I rubbed my bare upper arms, the scythe bumping against my hip since I had to carry it. "I really don't want to go back in that water." I murmured, glancing over the side of the catwalk we were on.

"Hey, no prob!" Tidus hastened to assure me, in despicably high spirits. "It looks like we can get to the building without getting wet. See?" He pointed ahead and I saw that he was right.

BAM!

I squeaked and leapt back in time to avoid falling into the water. Tidus, who had been in front of me, hadn't been so lucky and was bobbing in the water below.

I leant over the edge and called down to him. "Murphy's Laws dictate that as soon as you mention something, if it's good, it goes away; if it's bad, it happens."

"Who's Murphy?" He called back up.

I gave him a look. "How the hell am I supposed to know? Amnesiac, remember."

"Oh, right! I'm gonna swim over there and get out. Do think you can find your way around?"

"Way ahead of you!" I called over my shoulder as I backtracked to a branch in the catwalk that lead to the edge of the crater-thingy we had been crossing.

SQEEEEH!

I whipped around in time to see Tidus being attacked by some green fishy critters. Swearing, I turned and ran back to the end of the catwalk and dived in.


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