BEHIND THE TEARS
By. NoelleFord1
Author Note's: Yes, I am back, with a new fanfiction! Most people believe I died or something, but I've just been extremely preoccupied with friends and summer, and all of that good stuff. I'm somewhat having a writer's block with the story "Stuck" and I apologize for that. I've been thinking about ending it since Tidus is already pretty much infatuated with Yuna (which he supposed to be?) . . .but yes, I am back. And this story here is about Yuna, and well, Jecht plays a huge role in this story. If you are a huge fan of Jecht, or will have anything against him playing a filthy old man then you should NOT read this story. I am not trying to offend anybody or anything, which is why I'm saying this AHEAD of time. I do NOT want to hear crappy reviews yelling at me about how he deserves to play a better character, etc, etc. I do not have a thing against him, and I actually thought he was rather cool in FFX, but this is a story. . .which means you can change whatever you want, you can do whatever you'd like with a character. So don't critic me on this. Alright? If you like, leave reviews, I won't update without them. : P
Love, Noelle
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CHAPTER 1
YUNA.
I was a wreck. I was a depressed, pitiful wreck, and nobody could even begin to understand the pain and the misery that I was going through. Sure, they would feel sympathy towards me. Who wouldn't feel sympathy towards a young girl who has lost her mother? They would say "Oh I'm sorry about your mom," and then they would walk passed me, carelessly. But yet they hadn't known how broken I was inside, how anesthetized my entire heart had felt. Not knowing my father my entire life was just sickening—but having my only guardian gets murdered by an unknown psycho. . .even more sickening. I felt as though I should have stopped it, I should have been there and at least protracted the death. . .for my mom's sake. But I was nothing but a naïve young girl who could hardly take care of her own self, how was I to protect my own mother?
That's when Tidus stepped in.
Tidus and I had been best friends for what seemed like eternity. When my father passed away, Tidus' father felt incredible commiseration for my family. Though Tidus' mother had passed away years ago, he decided to lend a helping hand out to my mother. Easily, Tidus' father became very good friends with my mother. My mother always would describe him as a "kind, gentle man", though he always seemed to frighten me when I was a child. I didn't really know why, he just had that jagged look towards him that looked as though he shouldn't be messed with. I worried about my mother hanging out with him sometimes. They'd get coffee, or go to dinner, while Tidus and I would hang out. I always wondered what they talked about, or what they did. I sometimes even wondered if they were secretly "more than friends".
I realized that my assumptions were incorrect when Jecht married to a young woman named Jessica a few years after Tidus' mother, Evelyn died. Evelyn's death was unknown to most people—some say that she had some sort of disease, while others said that she killed her own self. Tidus refused to tell me what truly happened, which caused me to worry a bit more about their family life.
I never really got the opportunity to get to know Jessica. Jessica seemed like a rather boorish woman, I could tell this by the way that she dressed so incautiously. She had long platinum-blonde hair that seemed as though it had been dyed way over the times it should have. And her clothes were always so meager. She hardly wore any! I remember one day I seen her heading to work in a mini-skirt that clearly went up her behind, and a shirt that seemed to show more cleavage than any woman should ever show. I instantly had gotten the wrong impression from her.
However, the main reason that Tidus and I were such close friends was because of our parents' close-bonding they had shared before my mother had passed away. We hung out a lot, and have been friends since my father, Lord Braska died. My father died when I was about six. I was extremely young and couldn't appreciate anything or anyone even if I wanted to. He had been killed after defeating Sin with Jecht and his guardian, Auron. Slowly after, Auron passed along also. It was quite sad sometimes when you didn't even really have the chance to get to know your own father. However, when Tidus' mother died, around the same time my father did, we could both talk and understand each other. All I really ever needed was a shoulder to lean on, and Tidus was always there for me with a buoyant heart. And just for that—he was my best friend.
Tidus' family—the Renasoul's, felt sorry for me when they heard that my mother died. Jecht had grown to love my mother as her own person, as they were extremely close friends. My mother would always mention things about Jecht, about how he was a kind-hearted man, but sometimes I'd hear her say things on the phone to him like, "Jecht, you aren't drinking, are you?" For the rest of the night, mother would sit up, staring blankly into the distance, anxiety located in her eyes. I worried about her during times like these.
In my parents' will, it stated very vividly that if anything should happen to them, that Jecht will be held responsible of me. Of course, Tidus and I didn't have a problem with that, since we are extremely tight. I still did not trust Jecht though, nor did I really want to be in the same house as Jessica, since I really didn't like the way she dressed.
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I looked up at the oh-so-familiar house that I had so many memories in. I had lived in it my entire life. I was almost fearful of abandoning it. I adored all of the rooms, every single one of them; from the living-room where my mother and I would always watch movies at, to the backyard where Tidus and I used to play. . .every single memory eating me alive. I did not want to leave. Tears were hid behind my bi-color eyes, and I put on a fake smile to cover up the agony that was secretly held in my heart.
"Ready to go, Yuna?"
I heard Tidus' question, his voice nothing but calm and gentle. I nodded, forcing back the tears once more. I was not a weak little girl any more. I could handle myself just fine. I followed him to Jecht's lazy blue sports car. The exterior was extremely nice, and you could've assumed it may have cost a few dollars. The interior wasn't quite as nice—more-so just messy and careless. I slipped into the backseat with Tidus, Jecht and Jessica in the front seat.
"Braska would be proud of me."
Jecht commented, humbly. I watched the vision of my life come into fade distance as we sped passed my old house. The tears reflected in my eyes, and I had to look away not to burst out into sobs. I felt a tepid hand hold onto my arm. I turned and found myself in azure-colored eyes; Tidus'.
"Yun, it's gonna be okay, I promise."
He swore to me, his eyes filled with truth. I blinked, shoving back tears of sadness and swallowed,
"I know."
I whispered, in the most candid voice I could use. I hoped that he didn't see passed my exterior, that he believed that I was okay, that I knew everything was going to be all right. His grip tugged on me for a second, and then he turned back around, facing the seat in front of him.
"You're with us now, sweetie, and it'll be all alright,"
Jecht's voice interrupted my thoughts, and he turned around, giving me thumbs up. I tried to find comfort in his voice, but only found deception for some reason. I did not like him. It seemed like there was something malicious inside of him, something that scared me. And I wasn't one to judge somebody before I knew them.
"She just lost her mother, Jecht, and those are your words of consolation?"
I heard Jessica ask with irritation in her tone. I could sense that they weren't exactly the match made from heaven. It seemed like there was some tension between them a lot. She seemed extremely stressful when nearby him, while he seemed rather unruffled, yet he seemed prepared for an argument at all costs. I did not like the way that they seemed to bicker over a few simple words to me.
We arrived at their adobe in less than fifteen minutes. Jecht seemed to drive a bit fast and he seemed heedless to most cars on the road. It worried me slightly, but I was so jerked up about my mother that I didn't really take too much concern in it.
Tidus helped me up to my new room. He carried some of my suitcases, an incomprehensible look on his face. He didn't speak, just walked to the room with me. I looked around my new room and found nothing but walls of emptiness and a bed that looked as though it had been forsaken for who knows how long. Tidus simply put down my things and watched me do the same.
"It's. . .nice."
I fibbed, forcing out a counterfeit smile. Tidus sighed, as if reading my thoughts,
"Look, we don't expect you to love it here, I mean. . .I understand what it's like, losing someone you care about. . .it's the worst feeling you could ever feel. But Yuna, you got to at least try and get used to it. You know? I'm trying the best I can, and I know my dad can be sort of a jackass sometimes, but you'll get used to that too. . ."
He had always talked about how he didn't like his dad, or how his dad annoyed him. He never seemed to like him, ever. Even when he was a young boy, he'd always grumble on about how his dad never understood him, and how he always taunted him. Maybe that's another reason I was never a fan of Jecht. I did not appreciate the way that he treated his son.
At first, Tidus even warned me that it may not be best, me leaving with them. He never said much more, but he definitely imposed that his family wasn't flawless, and that they had their fair share of conflicts. He fought his dad over and over, saying it was a bad idea for me to stay here, that they weren't suitable to be taking care of me. However, them being in the will overpowered Tidus' and my say-so in the matter. . .
"Thanks, I will be fine."
I said in response, trying to sound sincere. He didn't say much, just touched my arm affectionately, and then strolled out of the room, heading back downstairs.
I began to unload my bags, not wanting to waste any more time. When I finished, the room looked a bit more livable. The bed still looked vacant and ugly, but I didn't know what else to do to make it look decent. I let the tears out that I was holding in, breaking into a commotion of sobs and cries. I missed my mother.
I tried to lower my volume down, not wanting any body to hear me in my weak state.
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I couldn't remember lying down, but I seemed to wake up finding myself on that lonely bed I had despised since the moment I walked in. I heard a lot of loud noises from downstairs. Though my hair was a complete mess, and my makeup had been smeared from crying, I quietly snuck down a few stairs to hear what was going on.
"Why do you have to be so fucking ignorant? Maybe if your father was more of a father then I wouldn't have to yell at you all the time—"
"Yeah, whatever, Jessica, you're not my mother, so don't try and tell me what to do!"
One voice was obviously Tidus', though it was a strident, infuriated voice that seemed to come out of his mouth. I was taken back, for I had never heard Tidus angry before. Jessica seemed to be the woman shouting at him, her voice just as furious as his.
"I can tell you whatever the hell I want to! And you are not leaving this house until you clean up that mess you made!"
"HA! Right, what ever, have fun with that. I'm leaving."
I heard Tidus laugh mockingly, and then a door slammed loudly. I couldn't believe my ears. That was just rude of Jessica to yell at Tidus so vulgarly, especially cussing at him!
I watched Jessica walk over to Jecht, who was lazily sitting on the sofa, watching television. He seemed concentrated on the show, while stuffing his face with potato chips. Jessica looked infuriated as she approached him. She stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, as if waiting for him to explain something.
Suddenly, she slapped the bag away from him,
"Do you even give a shit about your son? He just ran out of the house, you don't even know where he's going!"
"That's good, Jess, he needs some fresh air, you keep him up in this house any longer and he will turn into a couch potato!"
Jecht snapped back, ignoring her eyes.
"Maybe he wants to be just like his ill-bred father who just sits on his ass all day! Just because you were once the star player of the Abes, doesn't mean you can just give up on your life and your son!"
"Shit, Jess! I can do whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want! You can't tell me the way to live my life!"
He seemed outraged by her comments. Their constantly yelling drove me wild, and I began to understand why Tidus did not want me to stay with them. They were not a balanced family. They could hardly take care of him in general, how were they supposed to take care of me?
"Whatever, Jecht, you wanna give up on your son, too? He'll become just like you, an ignorant asshole who goes to the bar when he wants to get things off of his mind!"
Jessica screamed at him, obviously indignant towards his behavior. She began to walk away from him, but he got up off of the couch and pulled her back, his hand grabbing onto her arm, pulling her back violently. She looked injured by his grasp, and was crying out softly,
"You stop fucking talking to me like you are my mother, Jess, just because we're married now doesn't mean you have full control on me! And I know damn well the only reason you married me was for my money—you don't give a shit about Tidus, either, so stop acting like you know me and my son!"
His voice was cross, and he continued squeezing onto her arm. Her cries of pain seemed to increase within more of his grasp. She looked hurt and somewhat ill by his grip on her,
"You—think what you want. . .you don't give a shit about anyone but yourself."
Jess hissed, her eyes piercing into his. He smacked her across the face, rigidly, where I could tell it would leave a bruise. Tears were pouring down her face, as if she had just experienced the worst pain in the world. I turned away, hiding my face, afraid to see any more.
I could not see any more.
I was shaking, trembling terribly. What had my parents gotten me into, leaving with this family? I felt weak, as though there was nothing I could do. I did not want to watch them fight. . .or treat me like they treat Tidus. I sobbing without noise, and I could not stop.
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END.