A/N: My excuse this time? Procrastination. In other words, just felt lazy. Many apologies. Well, now it's here! Please enjoy. When this is fic is completely finished, and enough people want one, I'll make a sequel. All research of the characters of the games I haven't played was with Final Fantasy Wikia and other fanfictions. I have only played the beginnings of Final Fantasy II and XII, the Destiny Odysseys of Dissidia, but all of Crisis Core and some Final Fantasy Fables game. ^_^;

Disclaimer: I'm not Square Enix or the founders of the Superbowl. Written for non-commercial reasons. This is just for the fun of me and my readers.

Warning: Foul language. I also don't have a beta reader.

"Hee hee hee hee HEEE!" That laugh. It was like a flashing neon sign. Once you heard it, you know you've arrived at Kefka Palazzo's lair.

"Well," Squall announced in his signature monotone, "I guess this is where the clown's got his TV parked." Tidus let out a great whoop. "Man, I hope we didn't miss the Zanarkand vs. Palamecia game," he said, grinning like a drunk hyena.

"Tidus…Palamecia doesn't have a football team."

"SURE THEY DO!" Tidus exclaimed, giving his friend a slap on the back-a soft one. Firion continued to speak. "What about Zanarkand? I'm pretty sure they're all blitz ball." Another slap on the back. "Are not!"

Too low for Firion to hear, Tidus mumbled something about not existing.

"TAKE THAT PALAMECIA! ZANARKAND FOR THE WIN!" the group heard a gruff voice scream from inside the TV room.

Tidus' hyena grin came back on. "See, Firion? I was right. They do have football team and-waitaminute. AW SHI-!" Tidus groaned. Cecil cocked his head to the side. "What's the matter?" The dirty-blond sports buff threw his arms at the TV room's entrance. "Why does my DAD gotta be here?"

"Why shouldn't he?" Cecil challenged. Before Tidus could answer, Cecil went on, saying something about genetics or something. That set Tidus off. "Shut the *censored* up!" he screamed, then he went on to rant about how much Jecht sucked and basically telling the King of Baron off. Cecil, getting pissed at Tidus for getting pissed at him, stabbed his blade at him. "WHY YOU BAST-" Tidus was cut off by Squall, who smacked both him and Cecil in the face. "Both of you, shut the hell up and just go in the damn room." Tidus grumbled some not-so-nice stuff, but followed Squall in anyways.

The room was thick with the scent of alcohol.

Cecil was the first to sit down. Seated beside him was Sephiroth, who inched to the other side the second the paladin sat down. Squall copied Cecil, sitting down beside Kefka, who reacted the same way as Sephiroth did.

Lips turned up in disgust, Sephiroth sneered, "What's Queen Cecilia want to do with the Superbowl?"

Cecil kept calm. He said nothing to Sephiroth, he didn't even look away from the screen. It was as if he hadn't even heard him.

Tidus jumped onto a cushy armchair labelled 'Theodor's Chair SIT ON IT AND DIE!". The energetic blond never was one to read warning signs. Cecil began to stop him, but realized that it didn't really matter to him. Despite his kind and accepting exterior, the knight was deeply annoyed by Tidus. He liked him enough that he didn't want him gone, but…

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash followed by groans, screams and laughs.

"Nice going Kuja," Kefka said.

The genome pouted.

Kuja lay crumpled on the floor, in a mess of chocobo wings and beer. The so-called 'beautiful' man was now wet and sticky and definitely in an embarrassing position. If you know what I mean.

"I thought they called you graceful," said Sephiroth.

Kuja got up from the ground, eyes ablaze with anger. "Everyone trips sometimes. Even one as lovely as I."

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow at that. "Really?" he questioned, pushing the genome past his limits, "I've never tripped before."

Now it was Cloud's turn to be angry. The mercenary ran up to the silver-haired ex-SOLDIER with the intention of strangling him. To death.

"So you DID intend kill Aeris! All this time I thought you just tripped!" Cloud growled.

Sephiroth shook off Cloud as if he was just some annoying mosquito.

"Aerith," he said, correcting his pronunciation, "and wasn't it kind of obvious? Are you really so un-evolved that you …Just, no."

Cloud's jaw and fist clenched . He threw a punch at Sephiroth. The action was in vain. Quicker than lightning, Project S raised Masamune to shield himself. Cloud cried out in pain, clutching his hand, trying to stop the bleeding.

"MORE CHOCOBO WINGS!" a deep voice announced.

Everyone looked to the source of the voice. He was very tall and muscular. Topping his head short, light brown hair streaked with silver. His eyes were a deep shade of violet and there was a grin upon his sweet face.

Confusion was plain on the Cosmos Warriors' faces. They'd never seen this guy before, and yet, the Chaos Warriors recognized him. The man must've had some sort of relation to them, if he could just walk in like he owned the place. Firion noticed how Cecil did not share his look of confusion. Curious…

Tidus spoke up. "Who the heck are you?" he asked, not thinking before he said.

The man fixed his gaze on him. "You're Jecht's son." he stated, not answering his question. He took a step toward him. He continued toward him and walked between Sephiroth and Cloud, pushing the two back onto their seats and thus ending their silly fight.

"Get. Off. My. CHAIR."

Tidus gulped many times and managed to choke out, "Yessir." He stood up and looked for another seat. I guess he's Theodor, he thought. Tidus could have sworn he heard his father chuckle and call him a 'pushover' and 'baby'. He didn't bother to show any reaction and seated himself on an empty ebony loveseat without a word.

When he averted his attention back to the game, Tidus couldn't believe his eyes. First, his eyes grew twice it's normal size, and then shrank to half it's normal size as he squinted to get a better look.

"Is…" Tidus started.

"That…" continued Firion.

"TERRA?" finished the always-calm Squall.

"I believe it is…" Cecil mumbled, disbelief colouring on his voice.

Sure enough, the slim she-Esper was running across the massive, green field. Her uniform showed she was playing for Palemecia. Oh the irony. She seemed to be struggling. A team mate tossed the ball at her. She jumped for it, appearing very graceful. However, when it hit her hands, she fumbled and cried out in pain from the force of the throw. Oddly enough, her team mates didn't seem to be angry at her. One even helped her up and pushed her back into the game before tackling the Zanarkand player with the ball.

Everyone's mouths were flopped open. Except for Kefka, who was laughing so hard, Theodor was worried he might cough up a lung. However, he didn't, and did eventually stop laughing.

" Why is she playing…?" Squall wondered.

Firion shrugged. "You tell me, buddy, you tell me…"

Cecil stared at the screen with eyes full of pity, shaking his head. "Seems like she's having a hard time, poor girl. But she has a lot of help, thankfully."

Jecht scoffed. "Ah, stop pitying her Queen Cecilia," he laughed, adopting Sephiroth's cruel nickname for Cecil, "Esper's going to ruin the game for them. I'm just happy that she isn't for Zanarkand, even though this isn't the Zanarkand I know."

The man who was supposed to be Theodor coughed. "First of all, Terra will do fine," he snapped, "and secondly, Cecilia was our mother's name. Sheesh."

Tidus blinked. "Did you say our mother?"

"Yes…" Theodor assured , speaking slowly. He did not understand Tidus' feelings of confusion toward everything.

Kuja-who had magically changed into clean clothes and now sat beside Tidus on the loveseat-rolled his eyes and said in an irritating and overall mocking voice, "Really? Really? All this time you didn't know he and Cecil were brothers? How sad."

Naturally, Jecht was there to rub a little salt on the wound. "And here I thought my little boy was growing a brain. Never been more wrong."

"Cecil never told me he wasn't an only child!" Tidus protested.

Cecil sipped a Budweiser and wiped his mouth before telling Tidus, "Actually, I did. Many times. You just never listen."

Tidus wanted to strangle the everyone and demand information from them, but he held back.

Not a good day for him, so far.

A/N: This thing is jumping all over the place. Sorry about that. I also apologize for all the random word emphasises (caps, italics etc…) and weird writing style, I though it'd suit the nature of the story. XD

Don't forget, R&R~