This is my first time writing for any form of Final Fantasy. I've always loved X and X2 and this little plot bunny of mine has been with me for a while, growing bigger and bigger until he broke free and became this story! Er, yeah that sounded a lot better in my head. Hopefully this story is just as good outside of my head as it is inside.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1: A Mysterious Arrival

A cloaked man walked through the ancient ruins. He ignored the monkeys that ran around him frantically, going about their monkey business. He walked deeper into the temple, steeping over the toppled pillars as he ascended the staircase. He walked into the square blue room and through it, ignoring it's existence. He walked into the main room and up to the front of it where a screen like square was on the wall.

He reached out and placed a black gloved hand over the portion of the wall. The wall glowed with a sinister black light and a pure white glyph appeared on it. The glyph was intricately designed and covered the surrounding area of his hand. The circular elevator behind him glowed brightly and the man smiled from within his hood.

He walked down the small stair case, around the circular elevator and onto it. Glyphs glowed as they surged onto the elevator, but rather than going down as it had so many times before, the circle moved up. A portion of the ceiling opened to allow the elevator passage through a dark tunnel.

The man was calm and silent as he rode up to the top of Zanarkand. He walked off of the elevator and into a dome shaped room. The room was an aquatic blue, similar to the previous rooms that had once been the Cloister of Trials. Glyphs lined the walls, each of them representing the numerous temples within Spira. The man walked to the front of the room and looked out of a large opening to see the view bellow him.

"It looks nice, doesn't it?" someone asked from behind him.

"Indeed it does." The man answered, his voice quiet. "It is a shame it will all be destroyed, just like everything else."

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"No matter what, this time you're going down!" the boy cried as he charged at his opponent. He ignored that hooked sword that had been knocked out of his hands and charged at his enemy head on. He ran as fast as his strong legs could carry him, ignoring the pain he felt in his stomach from the last blow. He jumped forward, intending to tackle his enemy to the ground.

SLAM!

The boy was forced to the ground but the flat end of a heavy spear. He was sprawled out on the ground, his foot twitching slightly. The owner of the spear silently looked down on him, waiting to see if he would try attacking again.

"I guess you loose again Masurao." A young girl said as she walked up to the two boys.

"I will never stay down! I will win!" the fifteen year old boy cried as he jumped up, completely ignoring the large bump on his head that was protruding from his sandy blond hair. He wore a simple blue t-shirt with an odd red symbol on it. The symbol looked somewhat like a jagged V that all three points metting close to the center. He wore black shorts and swim shoes. He turned and pointed at his friend and opponent. "Mark my words, one day you'll fall at my hand!" he exclaimed dramatically.

SMACK!

A blitzball flew through the air and had smacked Masurao's head down again. The boy grumbled from his new position, his face buried in the sand and his behind sticking up in the air.

"Hey!" someone called over to them. "That's not a very dignified pose for the son of the High Summoner you know. You should watch what you're doin', ya?"

"Hi Vidina." the girl greeted. "What brings you out to our spot? Thought you were out training with the team."

Vidina, a man who looked very much like his father had but with shorter hair and none of the stubble, walked up to the group. He picked his blitzball up and held it in his right arm. "I was but we finished early. I figured I'd come see what you guys were up to." He answered.

"Next question, why did you nail me in the back of the head with a blitzball!?" Masurao yelled as he jumped up.

"It looked like you were getting into of your hero moods, so I figured I'd save Celena and Haseo the effort of dealing with you." Vidina answered before throwing the ball at Masurao. This time he was ready though and kicked the ball up and began kicking it his right foot. He smiled at Vidina confidently.

"I'm getting better, huh?" he asked.

"Maybe, but you're still nowhere near good enough to play on the team, ya? Sorry little man, but we're winning this year's championship just like last year's." Vidina answered before he caught ball Masurao was kicking. Masurao frowned before walking over and picking up his hooked sword. He turned and pointed it at who he had been sparring with.

"One of these days I'm going to beat you Haseo!" he challenged. Haseo, a year older than Masurao, wore a sleeveless black shirt and dark blue pants. He shrugged, not offset by Masurao's challenge in the least. His white hair looked like snow that could melt in the island sun and his yellow eyes glowed mysteriously. His skin was oddly pale, despite living on a sun-bathed island."Good luck." He said simply before swinging his spear, which aside from having a larger blade at the end was a normal spear, over his shoulder and walking away from the beach. Masurao glared after him and suddenly smiled.

He took the blitzball from Vidina who smiled when he realized what he had planned. Masurao lined the shot up and threw the ball into the air. He readied his gray hooked sword in his hands and then used the flat end to hit the blitzball forward. The ball flew forward, Masurao excited to see it smack Haseo's head from behind. 'He won't be so calm n,

SMACK!

Haseo had turned and used the shaft of his spear to hit the blitzball back. The sphere soared through the air, and slammed into Masurao's face which knocked him down again. Vidina roared with laughter and Celena began chuckling at her brother's expense.

"Oh man brudda, that was too good!" Vidina laughed loudly. "You should have seen the look on your face when he sent that ball flying back at you."

"Should we count that as another round or just say it was an accident and move on?" Celena chuckled.

"Shut up." Masurao said a she held his nose.

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"Oh boy." Yuna sighed as she helped her son with his nose. She was older now, obviously, but still looked very beautiful. He hair fell to her shoulders and looked similar to when she was a summoner. She wore a combination of her two outfits, a white closed white shirt with a black symbol on it similar to Masurao's, and a long dress like what she wore in her summoner days.

"It's Haseo's fault!" Masurao protested. The blitzball had gotten a lot of force behind it after being hit twice so when it hit Masurao it had slammed into his nose. His nose was now a light purple and swollen, possibly broken.

"Now it's not, it's yours!" Celena said in defense for her friend. Like her mother she had light brown hair, but hers was positioned as two tails. She wore a pink t-shirt and skirt, and black boots. Her eyes were a sapphire blue that normally sparkled in innocent happiness, but now just sparkled with a hint of annoyance. "You're just upset that Haseo always beats you in sparring. This is your fault."

"Shut up." He grumbled to his older sister.

"The good news is, I don't think it's broken. The bad news is, it's going to be swollen like that for a while." Yuna said, releasing her son's head.

"I'm going to look like this!? For how long!?" Masurao asked fearfully as he turned and looked in the mirror. "I look like what you and dad did to Sin!" Yuna and Celena both rolled their eyes.

"It's not that bad." Celena said. "Look at it this way, now you know not to try hitting Haseo with blitzballs from behind. And at least it didn't hit anywhere lower."

Masurao paled for a moment, "That's a good point."

Yuna sighed at her children but smiled. "Alright then. I'm going to go get working on dinner; you Masurao go say sorry to Haseo."

"What? Why? He's the one who did this to me!" Masurao yelled, pointing at his swollen nose.

"Only because you wanted to do the same thing to the back of his head." Celena replied for their mother.

"So!? I still got hurt! I'm the victim here!" Masurao protested.

"Just go talk to Haseo." Yuna said sweetly, but commandingly.

"Alright, fine." Masurao grumbled as he walked away.

"Celena, could you go and," Yuna paused, unsure of how to phrase her request.

"Make sure Masurao doesn't come out with a completely shattered nose? It'll be my pleasure." Celena answered as she followed after her brother. She quickly caught up with him as he headed down the hall of their home. It had originally been the Besaid Temple, but through a series of odd events Yuna and Tidus had decided to make it there home on the island.

"Oh great, did mom make you come to make sure I'm really going to talk to Haseo?" Masurao asked in annoyance.

"No, she wanted me to come to make sure we can still recognize you after you come back out of his room." Celena answered simply.

"What do you expect him to do? He's not the kind of guy to get angry." Masurao said in confusion.

"Yes, but you are. And Haseo knows how to defend himself." Celena answered with a shrug. "I think even you can put those to things together." She chuckled.

Masurao was about to reply, but then stopped and thought about. He slowly nodded his head in agreement. "That's probably a good idea." He admitted. Masurao stopped at the end of the hallway and gently knocked on the door in front of him. Nobody answered, but that wasn't surprising since Haseo never talked much.

"Hey Haseo, about earlier." Masurao said loudly, hoping to be heard through the door. The two waited a few seconds and Haseo opened the door, just enough for him to stand in the way of his room. Masurao smiled at him. "I accept your apology." He said happily.

SMACK!

Celena's hand had shot out, smacking the back of Masurao's head. He slowly looked back up and turned to Celena. "What the hell was that for!? That's the third time I've been hit there today!" Masurao yelled angrily.

"Stop being stupid and apologize for trying to hit Haseo earlier just because you're a sore loser." Celena answered calmly. Masurao glared at Celena angrily, but stopped when he felt a hand on top of his head. Masurao turned back and looked up at the older boy, Haseo standing a full head taller than him. Haseo's face was blank, not letting onto his emotions at all.

"Sorry." Haseo said quietly.

Celena sighed again. "You're always like this Haseo. It's his fault but you still apologize." Haseo merely shrugged as he stepped out of his room and closed the door.

Masurao smiled at Haseo and said, "Well I guess it was sort of my fault really. Sorry I can be such a sore loser."

Celena looked between her brother and friend. She was about to say something when they heard a terrified scream from outside. They rushed to the nearest window and looked out at the village. The only thing they could see was that the people of the village were all converging towards the entrance of the village. The three friends looked at each other, Masurao curious, Celena worried, and Haseo calm.

The three friends ran out of their temple turned home and saw Yuna already moving down the road. A woman walked out of one of the tents, her pale skin glowing in the sunlight. She wore a gray dress with fur lining the revealing top of it. The bottom of the dress had countless belts wrapped around her. Her hair was in a bun with several braids around it. She walked next to Yuna and the two women made their way down the road to see what was causing such a stir.

"Come on guys, let's go see what's up." Masurao said as he ran ahead. Celena and Haseo followed behind and they quickly caught up with Yuna and Lulu. "Hey mom, do you know what's going on?" Masurao asked curiously.

"Not yet, but we will soon." Yuna answered as the group walked up to the crowd. As people noticed Yuna they moved out of the way for the High Summoner. Yuna lead her small group forward and gasped when she saw what everyone had been staring at. Lied out in front of the crowd was what looked like a young boy of about fifteen. He had deep black hair. His body was soaked and his dark blue tunic and black shorts were torn up to the point of almost falling off. What had made Yuna gasp was what was wrong with his right arm.

The arm was broken and shredded, hanging limply from his shoulder by a few veins. The cloth of his shirt was hanging from it in matted folds, revealing shiny gray skin underneath. "Wow!" Masurao managed to yell. "His arm is like a machina!"

"Haseo help me take him to a spare tent." Yuna ordered, Haseo nodding in return. Haseo helped Yuna and Masurao pick the heavy boy up and move him towards one of the tents. "Celena and Lulu go find Vidina. He's pretty smart when it comes to machina so hopefully he'll be able to help."

"Right." Celena said before turning to her aunt. "Vidina was by the beach last time I saw him."

"Let's go then." Lulu said as she walked briskly out of the village with Celena.

Meanwhile, Yuna and the boys put the young man down on a soft bed in one of the tents. Yuns removed his folded over shirt and grimaced slightly at his soaked and injured body. His chest and back were covered in small scratches. His arm, which Yuna was being very careful with to avoid damaging the few wires keeping it attached, was mechanical all the way up to his shoulder. His shoulder looked like it was built into the rest of his body.

"Mom look!" Masurao said in astonishment motioning to the boy's left arm which was also a machina. The same question raced through their minds as they stared at the black haired boy that had wandered into their peaceful village.

What the heck is this kid?