This is the companion fic that's been in the making for several months, maybe at least a year. Anyway, This fic goes with Broken Promise and is in the point of view of Tidus. I don't own FFX or the characters, as much as I'd like to, so, don't sue me. Now, Enjoy.
The star player of the Zanarkand Abes was perched stiffly on the edge of his bed. He had no desire to sleep. Yes, he was in his birth town, but he wasn't home. This bedroom was so foreign to him now. He was so uncomfortable.
But why was he so melancholy? He was in his bedroom back in Zanarkand. He was back where he had for so longed to be. He was the star player of a famous blitzball team. So what was wrong?
He was no longer a guardian.
He was no longer her guardian.
High Summoner Yuna was left in Spira where he could never return.
He hadn't realized just how much he cared for her until he could never get her back. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were so unique; one blue, one green. And then there was her face, carefully framed by auburn hair barely brushing her shoulders.
And he would never see her again. The only picture of her he had was the one burned permanently into his memory. He would never forget the look of her face as long as he lived.
He leaned back so that he was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The memory of their first meeting was ingrained in his head. All of these images played through his head. Each one permanent and important to him.
He could remember when Yuna and her guardians had traveled to Luca during the blitzball tournament. The crowd was so dense and the young guardian was terrified of losing the young lady summoner. Finally, he had decided it would be best to teach her to whistle incase they were to ever become separated. He laughed quietly to himself as he remembered that day.
"Yuna, if we ever get separated, just whistle." He looked to her and whistled. I'll come running, I promise." She mimicked him and tried to whistle, but failed.
"Um…" The bliztball player laughed and walked over.
"Not like that, like this." He stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled. "See?"
"Like… this?" She followed suit.
"No, like this." Yuna tried one last time, and once again failed.
"Haha, I guess you'll just have to stick close until you get it right."
Tidus stood up and walked over to the open window, placing his hands on the windowsill. He looked sadly up at the dark navy blue sky delicately glittered with stars. A single shooting star streaked across the midnight sky.
"I know it's childish, but I wish that I could see her one more time; hear her voice just once more." Lowering his head, he sulked back to his bed and pulled the covers back. As he slipped into bed to fall into a restless sleep, a whistle sounded in the distance, barely audible.