Hello everyone. I'm lyres dream. First off, I would like to apologize if there are any errors in spelling, or the retelling is incorrect. If you do notice anything off, please feel free to tell me. No flaming. There is a difference between constructive criticism and just flaming just to be a idiot.
Now I read a lot of Final Fantasy X fics, and I noticed a lot of Tidus bashing, which really ticks me off. So I decided to create my own story where Tidus is not portrayed as a wussy. Now I realize that he does act as a bit of a crybaby sometimes, but think about it. The guy was suddenly sucked out of his world only to learn that everyone he knows is dead (he didn't know Auron survived until later), he's in a world that is drastically different from his own, he doesn't know the religions, the people or even the land. To top it off, a giant monster that can't be killed keeps chasing after him and he learns that the monster is his dad, who, from what we saw, only criticized and belittled him. To top that off, he is torn between doing the right thing and letting himself fade, or let Yuna die and Sin go on. Not to mention, what he was going through when he found out he wasn't even real. I don't know about you, but if woke up to find I was in a different world, had no idea what was going on, I would be in a panicky mood myself.
Another reason why I like Tidus so much, is the potential. He is the only dream living in reality that touched Sin besides Jecht. He is linked to the fayth a.k.a., the aeons, he traveled through time, or as another way to look at it, through phases of reality. If he could do that once, why can't he do that again? The fayth can do so, and he is part of the them. Anyway, I'll stop rambling on. Be sure to tell me what you think. I'm also open to suggestions. And yes, this is a T/Y, and a Harry Potter crossover. Pairings are open except T/Y.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X, but if I did, I would celebrate the rest of my life. ;)
The airship slowly descended as the ground erupted in light from the rising sun. With a shudder, the machina landed, and the belly opened to several world weary travelers. Their hair was mussed, and their clothing wrinkled. A few spots of blood was splattered on them from fresh wounds. Yet despite this, their expression were conflicted with boundless joy and nearly unbearable sorrow. Exhausted that extended beyond physical, they stepped out, barely taking in the long stretch of white sandy beach, the leafy jungle that lead to a small village, and a sturdy dock for ships that had been recently repaired.
The woman in the middle looked down at her clasped hands, swallowing down emotions that rose suddenly and threatened to destroy her fragile composure. Her short tawny hair curtained her eyes, hiding her unshed tears.
This was where he first appeared on this island, and into her life. The rest of the ground pretended not to notice out of respect. They had left as a whole, but now two were missing. Part of the family was broken, and they all felt the void. "Cid thought it would be better to land here. Away from the crowd." another woman said softly. Her black dress matched her equally long black hair. Buckles of leather belts crisscrossed the front skirt, protecting her legs from fiends attacks. Fur of unknown origin trimmed the edges of her shoulder less dress and the edges of the long trailing sleeve. Lulu's red eyes flickered over the sea.
"How thoughtful of him." she added. "Hey, dads not too dense." said Rikku, a young girl in her early teens. Her short, spiky blonde hair was piled into a ponytail at the top of her head. Her tan shorts and sleeveless orange blouse only emphasized her happy-go-lucky personality. She was an Al Bhed, the proof in her grass-green eyes that had no pupils; instead a single long swirl. But her seemingly boundless energy was depleted. She looked exhausted.
They fell into silence, waiting for someone to speak. After a long moment, Wakka turned to the group. His burnt orange hair, normally slicked to vertical spikes, was now limp and dull. He wore his blitz ball outfit, as usual. Yellow overalls with no shirt. His stout body was muscular, and his blue headband had a large rip. "Why don't we start walking. I want to see how everyone's doing." At Lulu's grim face he added hastily. "We can take our time." Lulu's eyes narrowed. "Or not."
The Ronso, Kimarhi stood in silence. Dark blue fur covered his entire body, the only clothing he needed and wore was a loincloth. His jewelry was a necklace of teeth. Silvery white hair tied back with a ponytail showed off his lean, angular face. Yellow eyes gazed stoically, yet warmly at Yuna. He was her guardian, and he would protect her till death. But in spite of his fierce loyalty and willingness to lay his life down for her, there was one thing he could not protect her from; heartache. All he could do now is be there. Anything but pain from the heart, he would protect her from. He would protect all of them. They were his family, his tribe. They did not care if his horn was broken. All of them accepted him, especially the missing ones.
Then Kimarhi spoke. "Yuna should not cry." The group looked at him slight astonishment. Yuna gave him a watery smile, then looked back at her hands. Her hands. She remembered he showed her how to make a noise when you pinched your fingers together, tucked them under the tongue and blew to make a sound. "Whistle, and I'll come running." He said.
"Fayth like Yuna. If Yuna ask, Yuna may get Tidus back." Stunned, Yuna bit her lip. Then slowly, for the first time since a lifetime ago, Yuna smiled. An actual smile. "Your right." she said quietly. Their eyes lit up in hope. Sir Auron would not come back, as he was one of the unsent, but the dream, the dream could become a reality again.
"Okay." Wakka grinned. "Let's go to the temple." Her energy rekindled, Rikku bobbed her head in excitement. "Yeah, the sooner the better!" Filled with real hope, everyone started with determination to Besaid village and to Valefor's temple.