Intro!-WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS!

This is the sequel fanfic for Tidus! w00t! Alrighty, the main character is Dylan Samuels, just like before. She is now nineteen, about to be a sophomore in college, and she still lives back on Earth in a little place called Brownsburg. She's still a huge Final Fantasy geek, and she still loves Tidus from FFX. Addison, her older brother who is about to be a junior in college, has mysteriously disappeared. In addition, Emi has also vanished, and Trisha's condition has worsened, forcing her to stay in the hospital 24-7. Dylan is still looking for a way back to Spira to reunite with her friends and maybe find a way to bring Tidus back.

Dylan has lost a little bit of weight and has gained some muscle tone, but she still has the same eye and hair color-though her hair style has become more feminine. And the obsession with thunderstorms is definitely still there. Anyway, she finished karate training, and now she has trained herself in other fighting styles and weaponry, so she's a pretty skilled fighter all around. She still plays the trombone, and she still raps, and she definitely still dances.

There will be flashbacks at the beginning of most chapters, covering the events of the past two years in between visits to Spira-yeah that shouldn't be a surprise: she's going back. xP Anyway, the first two chapters won't have them, but from chapter three on, they will.

THIS STORY IS FULL OF SPOILERS. READ WITH CAUTION.

THAT MEANS YOU, SWELLS!

IF YOU DID NOT READ THE FIRST INSTALLMENT, CLOSE THIS AND FIND IT. READ IT FIRST. PLEASE. YOUR BRAIN WILL THANK YOU LATER. (XD)

Chapter 1: The Destruction of the Angels

Memo: Welcome back, everyone! ^_^ I feel like I've been waiting for forever to write this! Now I finally am here, and I'm ready to rock~ Let's do this bizness. It's biff time.

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"It's three o'clock; can I be done now?"

"No. One more run."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll pay you double."

"For God's sake, Jordan, play the run one more time!"

Slapping a hand to her forehead, Dylan sighed, trying to contain laughter as Emi's fourteen year old cousin, Jordan, picked up her trombone and put it to her lips. She had offered trombone lessons to Jordan for a summer job, and also as a favor to Jordan, who was like family to Dylan. The teen was naturally gifted with the brass instrument, despite being autistic, but Emi always was mad about the fact that Jordan had chosen trombone over flute. Just one more thing to pull Dylan and Emi apart.

"Better," Dylan said with a nod when the younger girl had finished. "Okay, you can be done now."

"'Bout time!" Jordan huffed a sigh, setting her trombone on the ground. "I hope by some grace of God that the director decides to nix this song."

"Why? It's cool." Dylan raised an eyebrow. "If you hate it so much, then quit the stupid orchestra. It sounds stupid to me anyway."

"Seriously? Aren't you the one wanting to be a band director?"

"Touche." The two girls chuckled.

"Anyway, thanks for the lesson," Jordan said, kicking open her trombone case. "When Emi comes back, maybe the three of us can do something fun, like play Final Fantasy XIII."

"You still haven't played it?" Dylan gasped, trying to change the subject.

"I've been waiting on Emi."

"All this time...?"

"It hasn't been that long, has it?"

"Six months, Jordan."

"...Huh. Guess I think about it less than you do."

That's an understatement, Dylan wanted to say, but she stopped herself. She didn't want to make Jordan sound heartless, because she certainly wasn't.

"Yeah, well...I can't help it. Anyway," Dylan hoisted her bag over her shoulder, "I'm going to the hospital now, but if you wanna hang out tomorrow, I'm all for it."

"I can't-my mom wants me home for Alex's baseball game." Jordan smiled understandingly. "Thanks, though."

Dylan merely smiled. "See you next week."

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Has it really been six months? I asked myself as I walked out to my little car.

Six months ago, Emi went out to get groceries at our local Wal-Mart and never came back. I would've suspected an abduction or a murder if two events hadn't happened previously.

The first thing happened only a few weeks before: Addy randomly disappeared. He was gone one night when my parents and I came home, all from our different workplaces, and no one knew where he could've possibly gone. I haven't heard from him since then.

Then, the other thing was that Trisha's condition finally worsened to the point where she needed constant medical attention, and so her parents had no choice but to put her in the local hospital. Our trio was officially over at that point, but Emi and I both struggled to accept that.

Sighing quietly, I got into my car and slammed the door behind me. It was times like these that I really missed my old truck. I could crank the volume and not worry about breaking anything. But because the truck wasn't "practical" enough for downtown Bloomington, I was forced to trade it in for the piddly, old aqua chevy, no thanks to my mother.

As Koda Kumi's Black Cherry album filled my car, I bit my bottom lip as I started off toward the hospital to visit Trisha. I couldn't help but think of Emi now, and some of our last conversations. Most of them were arguments.

The worst one was after I finally played Final Fantasy X-2, the sequel to Final Fantasy X. She had basically threatened me so many times to play it that I finally gave in. The game was actually not too bad; the battle system was fun and the storyline was intriguing enough to keep my attention. But I wanted to just get through it so Emi would stop harrassing me, so I didn't complete it 100%. I got, like, barely over 60%. Wow, did I get ripped a new one then.

After swearing at me and marching around in a mess, she began to hate on me for "not trying."

"Well, of course I didn't try," I said. "It's a game based on Yuna's feelings."

"But he comes back at the end, you idiot!" she shouted.

"Who? Tidus?" I snorted. "How?"

"If you played the game 100% of the way through, you would know how!" Emi glared at me. "You know what? Never mind. Never mind."

"No, tell me," I insisted. "I want to know. I care more than you do."

That was probably not the best thing to say, but at that point, I wanted to know so badly that I didn't care whose feelings got hurt in the process.

"There's two more endings at the end. If you play the game right, Tidus comes back."

I haven't forgotten that advice yet.

After that little spat, I gave the game back and went back to my sulking. Then I got smart and looked the endings up online, and then I realized that going back to Spira wasn't just a want-it was a necessity.

But it's been a while since I saw those scenes, and no sign of returning to Spira had shown itself. So, in other words, I was still alone, especially since Emi and Addy were gone, and Trisha would be leaving me soon, too.

Don't get me wrong, though. I hadn't given up yet, either. I knew that, if I did things right, I could keep my promise to Tidus and bring him back, hopefully to stay. But even if I got to see him just one more time, that would've made me happier than words could express.

Anyway, soon I had pulled into the totally sketch parking garage near the hospital downtown. It was a decent length of a drive to Indianapolis from Brownsburg, but Koda Kumi's music kept me company.

I had only just stepped out of my car when I noticed a group of shady-looking guys off to my right, standing in the corner. One of them had an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey, beautiful," the bald one said, nodding at me. I lifted my nose, slamming my car door and locking it behind me as I headed toward the stairs, near where they were standing. This little issue seemed to present itself about every other visit. I just considered it training.

"Hey now, where ya goin'?" Cigarette guy asked me, approaching me. When I didn't respond, he lunged at me to try to grab my arm.

Poor guys. They probably thought they'd caught some helpless little bitch.

Cigarette guy met my fist and flew backward, though still upright and on his feet.

"Aww, the girl's got fight in 'er," Bald guy said, laughing. "Well, boys, we don't go down without a fight, do we?"

"Then this should be fun," I replied, taking off into the stairwell area. Thankfully, the place was empty, so I could throw down without worrying about hurting an innocent civilian.

"C'mere, pretty lady." One of the guys, who was wearing a hat, ran right past me. I grabbed him by the jacket and threw him face-down onto the concrete. He didn't move after that, but bald guy must've heard the tussle, because he came running out to greet me.

"There you are," he growled, running at me, ready to strike. I used his momentum against him, launching him into the handrails and sending him tumbling down the stairs.

"Hey!" Cigarette guy had returned with his other two buddies. They quickly surrounded me, but I didn't feel too threatened yet.

Just moments ago I had been listening to Koda's "Cherry Girl," and the woman-power-themed song seemed more than appropriate for the occasion.

"Otoko mo onna mo kankei nai," I sang, hurling one of the guys over the handrails. "Ima wa onna ga tsuyoi n' dakara~."

The remaining two, cigarette guy and his friend, grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. As cigarette guy backed off, I took the chance to teach his buddy a lesson.

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Dylan thrusted her leg into the creep behind her, startling him and making him fall to the ground. She quickly freed her arms and started to run, but she felt the guy grab her ankle.

"Okay," she said, taking a step forward with her free leg. Pushing off, Dylan flipped onto her hands, sending the man flying in the air, forcing him to release her ankle as he landed with a thud.

Landing on her feet again, Dylan turned to face the cigarette guy, who had somehow gotten a gun.

"Now things are really getting fun!" she laughed, ducking as he fired at her. Jumping over the unconcious bodies, she hoisted herself over the handrails, hanging there, just waiting for the right moment.

Soon the cigarette man's curiosity had gotten the best of him, and he came over to see if Dylan had bit the dust. Pulling herself up, Dylan met the cigarette man with a toothy, cocky grin, and soon her feet had met his gut, and she was back on the stairs.

"I won't bother calling the cops," she told the men as she walked down to the ground level floor. "You're welcome."