Catse: Meesa back again! Yays! I can't believe it, second chapter done. And this one will give you a better idea of the situation he's in, promised! In any case, I would like to thank all of those that have reviewed already, and please ask that you review again! I loved the comments! Thank you!

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It had taken Tidus an entire day to learn how to walk again. This body was strong, that he could feel in the powerful muscles on both legs and arms. Unfortunately, it didn't recognize his soul, so it had to learn him just as he had to learn it.

People had looked at him funny too when he had first walked away from the docks and into the main square, just before the Blitzball arena. He stumbled twice, both times fighting to stand before anyone could help him, and kept going determinedly. A few just figure he was drunk.

His mind worked a thousand miles a minute as he struggled to make it towards the opposite end of Luca. He would go after Yuna only when he could do so successfully without stumbles or wavering.

Besaid wasn't a long ways from Luca. If he could catch onto a ship heading that direction he'd only need to go by Kilika and then he'd be there. Unfortunately, he'd have to be lucky to find a ship heading straight to Besaid. Both Besaid and Kilika were small villages, visited lesser every day as the need for the temples decreased. Most likely he'd have to hitch with a Merchant vessel that was going a round trip.

For that though, he needed gil.

And to get gil, he had to learn how to walk so he could get a job.

At one point, on the opposite dock of the island, he stumbled and couldn't get up. A man came and helped him , but he spoke a very unusual language, one that Tidus couldn't understand even if he wanted to. Tidus spoke back, but he didn't think the man understood him. The man just got him on his feet and walked away.

"Huh, weird." He mumbled to himself. "I think that was Al Bhed. But he didn't look Al Bhed…"

"Ah, there you are!" He heard another man shout, this time in a language he could understand. The man was a few yards away from him, and seemed to be waving at him."Eh! Arram!"

Tidus turned to look behind him, and saw another man leaning against therail to look at the water. Perhaps that was who they were calling.

He nearly fell over when a man's arm snaked around his neck and held him in a choke hold.

"We were worried about you Arram! You just took off without a word!"

I should have known. Tidus thought. Of course the dead guy has a life. And this time, I can't use Sin's toxin as an excuse.

Tidus turned to look at the fellow that had him wrapped up, and found the man was very dark skinned, his eyes hidden behind goggles. His hair was parted down the middle too, and stood spiked out in four different places.

"Oh, sorry about that!" Tidus remarked. His voice was deeper, more accentuated than his old one was. "Didn't mean to worry you!"

"That's alright Arram! Hey, your sister's lookin' for you! Come on!" Another man said, this one with a helmet and goggles. They had trouble even seeing his mouth move when he talked.

These are Al Bhed. Tidus realized as they tugged him towards one of the docks, were a tall machina ship was docked. But then, why do I understand them?

Then again, as he thought back on it, the body he had taken was dark skinned and wrapped in a full body suit. He couldn't even see the guys face in the beginning because of the mask, and that he had abandoned soon after getting up.

I'm an Al Bhed! What the hell did you do to me Bahamut!

His silent screams went unanswered, the men dragging him on board.

"There you are!" a tall prissy girl of eighteen snapped at him once they had dragged him into the cabin. Several other Al Bhed guys waved to him, their faces hidden behind all sorts of different masks and goggles.

The girl in question had reddish yellow hair, different colored in different splotches, and she kept it all in a thick tangle of braids, beads, and sticks at the back of her head. Her face was pleasant enough, Tidus figured, although her eyes had a strange swirl in them. They reminded him of Rikku's, but these were brown, not green like hers.

She wore a patchy suit of grey and blue, certain areas cut out to reveal certain things. Her pants had ovals removed around her hips, and another two to show her belly button and the curve of her breasts.

It reminded him in some ways of Paine's thief outfit. He had followed them on their journey as the Gull wings, and every time their outfits changed, he'd laugh or stare. Paine's always made him laugh for some reason. Her outfits rarely fit her personality. The only real difference in this girl's and Paine's outfit, besides color, was coverage. It covered her back and the rest of her legs in this at least.

The girl smacked him.

"Are you listening to me Arram!" She snapped. She folded her arms and glared at him.

"Uh, yeah." Tidus lied.

She didn't talk at all as she looked him over. When she saw the large blood stain on his side, her eyes widened.

"What happened?" She shouted, kneeling to look at it better. Bahamut had healed the wound before letting him enter the body, but the blood was still there.

"Uh, I got attacked." Tidus said, frowning. "And they hit me over the head. I don't remember anything." His sister glared up at as he laughed. His laugh sounded very different too. A real deep funneled "hahaha". He missed his old one.

"You're not Arram." The girl said, standing up. "Who the hell are you?"

"Is that my name? I didn't remember." Tidus replied. "Uh, on second thought. Who are you?"

The guys behind him shook their heads. A few Al Bhed stopped what they were doing to look at him.

"I'm your sister." She snarled. Tidus could have sworn he saw fire escape her lips. "Did you even forget my name?"

"Uh, yeah. That too."

"Ugh! You're hopeless! Drop him in the water, maybe he'll remember something!"

"Right boss!" Two of the guys mumbled. They promptly did as ordered and tossed Tidus overboard.

Hey, water. Tidus thought silently as he hit the waves. Maybe if I show them how I swim, they'll let me work on board as they go. Maybe then I'll get a ride to Besaid. It worked last time I needed a ride.

He thought about Rikku and her party again, as he tumbled through the water.

Immediately his lungs needed air.

What the? I've only be under a minute, and I can't breath!

Plus, his body was still very tired from the forced trek he had done. It took everything he had to force his head above water.

"Hey!" Tidus shouted up at the boats. "A little help here!"

"Alright, pull him out." His sister remarked.

A few moments later Tidus sat on the deck, drenched.

Oh well, the blood's gone. He noticed as he stared down at his suit. That's a good sign at least.

"You really don't remember anything, do you?" The girl hissed.

"That's what I said." He replied. "Now if you'd tell me who you are and who I am, then we'll be doing good."

"Hmph…You're definitely not my brother. He's a wuss with no backbone that can't swim. You at least talk back. But, this could be for the better I guess. My name's Baara. Those are Eigaar, Blappa, Lakkam, Keppel, and Nimrook of the Al Bhed Psyches. Berrik, Nomma, and Judda are inside."

"You guys are the Al Bhed Psyches." Tidus frowned. Weren't these the same guys that kidnapped Yuna when she was on her pilgrimage.

"No, they are the Al Bhed Psyches. I'm the manager of the team right now because our father is elsewhere. You're supposed to be helping me."

So that's why I can't breath well under water. I'm not a Blitzball player. I'm a manager.

"Oh."

"Yep, you've definitely lost your head. Looks like I have to take care of everything like always. Eigaar, Lakkam, take him to his room. Lock it and leave him there, just in case he isn't Arram."

The two men nodded and took either arm of Tidus, dragging him into the ship.

When they came to his room, they tossed him in and locked the door, just like Baara had commanded.

"Geez, what's her problem." He thought out loud as he rubbed his hurting behind. "They're definitely not nice people. People on Rikku's ship at least feed you!"

He forced himself to stand and took a look around. It was a normal room. There was the bed, a few posters on the wall of nothing in particular, a closet of clothing, and a desk with a mirror.

Tidus took the seat at the desk and sat, his eyes falling on a book that sat there.

He came to realize it was a journal when he opened the first page.

Baara has done it again. She's snapped. Today she broke the navigator in the Bridge, and guess who had to fix it. Me. Sometimes I'd love to smack her one, just to get her some real sense, but I'm too nice. I can't even tell her No when she asks for something. Oh well, the other guys can't either, so I guess it isn't so bad. Sometimes though, I do wonder if I am indeed related to her. Perhaps she is a sin spawn that took a human form? Dad even finds himself exasperated with her. But then he just shrugs and says it's good to have a woman with a strong mind.

I wondered if that included a strong set of limbs and a wicked tongue too. But, of course I said nothing.

He continued to read through the entries, learning more and more about this Arram person he was supposed to be. And it helped quite a bit. He found out that Arram couldn't swim worth hell, because an experience with Sin when he was younger made him terribly afraid of the water. It was no wonder Baara had thought it mean to toss him over the boat.

Arram didn't like boats either, but he was forced to by his father, under the condition he try to keep Baara in check. And if he was right, Baara was a half-sense less impatient twit that destroyed more than she gained. At least that's how Arram described her.

He did find out though, to his relief, that Arram was a swordsman, and a good one at that. In fact, the sword he used sat in the corner of the room, a fine steel branded blade, with a name written in the side. Unfortunately Tidus couldn't understand it. It was an ancient text.

But, at least now he understood why the arms, legs and chest of this man were so bulky. He loved his sword and the feel of the fight.

One final entry caught his eye though as the ship began to rock. Tidus figured it was setting sail. He didn't mind too much. At least now he had transportation.

The Luca Goers are very competitive people. I never realized it until now, but then again, I never played Blitzball. They also like to threaten and tease their opposer's. Last year the Al Bhed Psyches played them and almost won. I guess the Luca Goers didn't like the competition. I'm afraid they'll try to do something to hurt us, at some point. Should they attack me, I should be able to ward them off with my sword, or a gun maybe. I have a feeling they'll attack me or Baara at some point. I feel bad for them should they try to attack her. I don't think they'll ever compete again, not with how she's been raving about everything as of recent.

I get the feeling I don't have very much time left. If I don't, I ask that the Far Plane accept my soul kindly. It is a battered soul. And, should some one find this written text, please deliver it to the people on this ship. Tell Baara that I will miss her and her smacks and bouts of yelling. Tell my friends Lakkam and Berrik that I'm sorry they could never get me to enjoy the water as they do. And tell my father that I am proud that I am his son. Tell Judda I will miss his jokes, and his kindness towards me. Oh, and give my sword to Eigaar. He always loved it the best of all the weapons on the ship.

I'm sorry Arram. Tidus sighed as the thought. I can't give them this. I'm you now, and you're just going to have to deal with it.

Tidus looked up thoughtfully into the mirror, in which he hadn't since he had found the book, and nearly screamed.

The face that he looked at was all wrong. There were very few words to describe it, and Tidus could only think of a few.

"Ugly and disgusting. What did this guy do to his face?"

Tidus's temporary face was a very dark brown like the Al Bhed, but it had no eye brows. Like his sister, his hair was splotched in different colors, and had been tied back into a short pony tail behind his neck. His eyes, both a very dark hazel, were shiny enough, but the whites around them were sort of yellowish, like he was diseased. His nose was huge on his face, his mouth wouldn't close right and displayed parted and beat up teeth (probably because of Baara) but by far the worst was the way his skin looked. It was like he had slept in a pillow of salt and pepper. His entire face was coated in pimples of various sizes, and freckles of different shades. It was so thick in some spots that he swore someone was playing a practical joke on him. And he was butt ugly.

"Oh great! Thanks Bahamut! Not only can this guy not swim! He's got no face either!"

"I apologize." He heard the fayth reply as the small hooded boy landed in the room. He stood before the bed, and Tidus turned to glare at him.

"You had to possibly get the most ugly guy in all of Spira for this? You couldn't have gotten some one a wee bit better looking?"

Bahamut shrugged. "At the time, he was all we could find. It is difficult to find a person for what we did. They must be exactly the same weight, height, and width that you were in your original body. And they must have died recently. They do not fall like fruit from trees."

Tidus leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "That's just my luck…Uh, well. Is there anything you can do with the guy's acne problem? I look disgusting."

"I'm sorry. No." Bahamut replied.

They both became quite as Tidus sulked.

Bahamut finally gave a weary sigh. "But I do have some information that might help you."

"Really?"

"Yes. This boat has already left Luca. Since the Al Bhed home was destroyed, the Psyches have taken up residence at the Djose Temple. This boat will likely dock near the High Road, along the beach there. If you are lucky, you should be able to escape them, and find a lift with someone else."

"Hey, that helps." Tidus replied, sitting up. At least now he knew what he could do. "Great!"

"Remember the Conditions Tidus." Bahamut told him, as he began to disappear.

"Woah woah woah! Wait a minute!"

"Yes."

"Can I ask something at least before you leave off again?"

"Ask."

"I wanted to know. If this is an Al Bhed ship, then how do I understand them? I spoke English the last time I remember talking."

Bahamut smiled wanly. "Although there is a different soul in this body, like the structure, the mind is also different from you. It perceives the language and writing it understands, and automatically translates it for you. In the same way, since it didn't understand English in the beginning, it sounds much more different from when you were speaking. You'll come to find that other things are different with this mind as well. Now I must go. We'll all be watching you. But there is no pressure." Bahamut's small frame finally disappeared, leaving Tidus to grumble.

"Ugh, he says that after the promise to keep their eyes on me. No pressure, pft!"

A knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts, as an Al Bhed he remembered seeing in the cabin walked in.

"Hello, my name is Judda. Do you remember me?"

Tidus shook Arram's head. "Can't say I do."

"That is sad." Judda replied, frowning. "You and are were very good friends."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. To see you are safe is enough." Judda turned to leave.

"Uh, wait!" Tidus stood, his arm extended.

"Yes."

"Um…I don't…remember much…of who I am that is. Maybe you can help me remember?"

Judda gave him a smile and nodded, coming to sit on the bed across from Tidus.

"I can try. Perhaps some memories will help? I have some spheres if you'd like to view them."

"Yeah, please."

Judda left the room briefly to return with a small box, four or so spheres within.

"I had to steal them from Baara. She keeps 'em well hidden in her room. I guess she doesn't want people to see she cares."

Tidus gave a laugh, and unpacked the first sphere.

Catse: Yays! Second Chappie done! Me so proud! Please review peoples! It really does help! And thanks for reading!