Tidus was a dream, seemingly everywhere at once. He was too-real sometimes and only half-there most of the time.

He could be funny, laughing his ass off at himself and making sure that everyone around him did the same. He could also be deadly serious, but he usually wasn't.

Tidus remembered the darkness and the light, like a bad nightmare followed by a sweet, calming sensation. But then that was yanked away; his dream was interrupted. He wanted to go back, to return to that dream with that sensation that he liked so much. But his life wouldn't let him.


A/N - Yes, I was rather anti-RL when I wrote this one and the last one (I did write them at school, yanno). Not because make believe is better (that's a given) but because I thought it'd appeal more to someone in their shoes. So, yeah, these first few are like that.