Author's notes: My first fic. Hope ya'll like it. Yeah, and because I don't do tragedy well, it's going to be humor. It's AU so if that's not your thing, don't read just to flame. That will annoy me to no end.
Rikku woke up, slightly startled by the sound of her alarm clock. She patted her bedside table for it, desperately trying to stop the sound. Finally, she found it and brought her fist crashing down on it. The sound stopped. Rikku sighed and started to fall back asleep when she heard Yuna talking to her in a groggy tone.
"Rikku, get up. You're the one who needs to shower, so go do it," Yuna's voice grumpily said. Rikku shook her head, and buried her face beneath the pillow.
"Sleep," she mumbled as she felt her cousin grab her ankles. "No. No sleep. Your clock woke me up, so I'm waking you up," Yuna said, pulling Rikku's ankles.
"Ok, ok, Yunie," said Rikku. "Gosh. Your so grumpy in the mornings," she finished as she drug herself of to the bathroom.
Rikku came downstairs and saw Yuna sitting there, picking at her toast. Her cousin was once again displaying her lack of fashion caring, for she was sitting there in a long skirt, and a white t-shirt. Rikku had opted for short shorts and a cute orange tank-top.
"Yuuuuuunnniie!" she whined. "Are you totally looking to start out the school year looking like a frump?" Yuna smiled. "Rikku, people should like you for who you are. Not for if they can see your underwear or not," she said.
Rikku snorted. "They can't see my underwear. My shorts aren't that short." Yuna raised an eyebrow, then returned to picking at her toast, not about to comment again. Rikku fussed for a moment, then sat down to her breakfast.
"So...are there any cuties in High School?" she asked. Yuna rolled her eyes. "Rikku, why are you asking me? I don't care about that stuff. I don't pay attention to boys, I don't care what they think of my outfit, I blend into the background. You may look all you want, but I think you'll be disappointed," Yuna said blandly.
Rikku scowled. Yuna wasn't mean, but she wasn't too cooperative when Rikku wanted to discuss teenager stuff, like boys, clothes, parties. According to Yuna, those things were all overrated. Rikku guessed Yuna didn't do stuff like that because she wanted to keep her father's reputation intact, but Rikku thought that was silly.
Yuna's father, Braska, was a priest for the Yevon religion. Well-known, and well-liked, Braska was a loving husband and father, but he was never home, which Rikku guessed was difficult for her cousin. It was because of Braska's consistent absence and her mother's constant entertainment of guests that Yuna mostly lived with her cousin.
Suddenly, Rikku was jarred out of her thoughts by Yuna grabbing her shoulder. "Rikku, we have to go," Yuna said pushing her gently. Rikku gulped down the rest of her toast, and followed her cousin out the front door. It was when they were on their way to school that Rikku's nerves kicked in.
"Oooohhh, Yunie!" she said. "What is it Rikku?" her cousin asked. "I'm nervous! What if they don't like me? What if they hate Al Bhed? Do my clothes match? Is my hair ok? D..." Rikku's jumble of questions was stopped by Yuna's voice.
"Rikku, nobody there is going to hate you. You may be Al Bhed, but you speak Common, so there should be no problem in that arena, just so long as you don't get too outspoken about the Yevonite religion. Just let them think what they want. Don't correct them, and you'll be fine. Your clothes are nice, and there will be plenty of Al Bhed sophomores there for you to talk to. I'm sure you'll be fine. Just be calm," Yuna advised.
Rikku tried to shake her nerves. It was just that she had lived all her grade-school, middle-school and freshman year of high school, in an Al Bhed private school. So naturally, she was highly jumpy.
They walked along in silence the rest of the way there. A personal first for Rikku. Rikku grabbed Yuna's arm as they walked in through the front doors to the school.
"Welcome to Bevelle High School, muja (love)," said Yuna.
Rikku woke up, slightly startled by the sound of her alarm clock. She patted her bedside table for it, desperately trying to stop the sound. Finally, she found it and brought her fist crashing down on it. The sound stopped. Rikku sighed and started to fall back asleep when she heard Yuna talking to her in a groggy tone.
"Rikku, get up. You're the one who needs to shower, so go do it," Yuna's voice grumpily said. Rikku shook her head, and buried her face beneath the pillow.
"Sleep," she mumbled as she felt her cousin grab her ankles. "No. No sleep. Your clock woke me up, so I'm waking you up," Yuna said, pulling Rikku's ankles.
"Ok, ok, Yunie," said Rikku. "Gosh. Your so grumpy in the mornings," she finished as she drug herself of to the bathroom.
Rikku came downstairs and saw Yuna sitting there, picking at her toast. Her cousin was once again displaying her lack of fashion caring, for she was sitting there in a long skirt, and a white t-shirt. Rikku had opted for short shorts and a cute orange tank-top.
"Yuuuuuunnniie!" she whined. "Are you totally looking to start out the school year looking like a frump?" Yuna smiled. "Rikku, people should like you for who you are. Not for if they can see your underwear or not," she said.
Rikku snorted. "They can't see my underwear. My shorts aren't that short." Yuna raised an eyebrow, then returned to picking at her toast, not about to comment again. Rikku fussed for a moment, then sat down to her breakfast.
"So...are there any cuties in High School?" she asked. Yuna rolled her eyes. "Rikku, why are you asking me? I don't care about that stuff. I don't pay attention to boys, I don't care what they think of my outfit, I blend into the background. You may look all you want, but I think you'll be disappointed," Yuna said blandly.
Rikku scowled. Yuna wasn't mean, but she wasn't too cooperative when Rikku wanted to discuss teenager stuff, like boys, clothes, parties. According to Yuna, those things were all overrated. Rikku guessed Yuna didn't do stuff like that because she wanted to keep her father's reputation intact, but Rikku thought that was silly.
Yuna's father, Braska, was a priest for the Yevon religion. Well-known, and well-liked, Braska was a loving husband and father, but he was never home, which Rikku guessed was difficult for her cousin. It was because of Braska's consistent absence and her mother's constant entertainment of guests that Yuna mostly lived with her cousin.
Suddenly, Rikku was jarred out of her thoughts by Yuna grabbing her shoulder. "Rikku, we have to go," Yuna said pushing her gently. Rikku gulped down the rest of her toast, and followed her cousin out the front door. It was when they were on their way to school that Rikku's nerves kicked in.
"Oooohhh, Yunie!" she said. "What is it Rikku?" her cousin asked. "I'm nervous! What if they don't like me? What if they hate Al Bhed? Do my clothes match? Is my hair ok? D..." Rikku's jumble of questions was stopped by Yuna's voice.
"Rikku, nobody there is going to hate you. You may be Al Bhed, but you speak Common, so there should be no problem in that arena, just so long as you don't get too outspoken about the Yevonite religion. Just let them think what they want. Don't correct them, and you'll be fine. Your clothes are nice, and there will be plenty of Al Bhed sophomores there for you to talk to. I'm sure you'll be fine. Just be calm," Yuna advised.
Rikku tried to shake her nerves. It was just that she had lived all her grade-school, middle-school and freshman year of high school, in an Al Bhed private school. So naturally, she was highly jumpy.
They walked along in silence the rest of the way there. A personal first for Rikku. Rikku grabbed Yuna's arm as they walked in through the front doors to the school.
"Welcome to Bevelle High School, muja (love)," said Yuna.