From The Yuna Letters, p. 10-12, Cid
Dear Cid,
Uncle. It has been a while since we last talked. Nearly two weeks now, correct? The letter preceding this one mentioned of a strange arrival at Besaid Beach. Indeed, he is -quite- strange.
His name is Charles Weston, as you may recall from the last letter. His first week here was marked by his slumber and his second week has seen him working quite efficiently on building himself a permanent hut. As per his request, he did receive a mirror and small nightstand before any other home items. I assume you may wonder as to why he needs these two items over most other necessities. For some odd reason, he does not let his facial hair go by one day without shaving with that bulky knife of his. His eating habits, despite his week without food, are very. I don't believe he likes the food in town, but when a few imported potatoes came in the other day, he went absolutely crazy. Without any Gil, he had to rely on Wakka to loan him some. Speaking of money, I'm going to offer him a job helping with the renovations on the S.S. Likki while it's in port.
Over the past few days, your daughter has been tormenting me over this fellow. All I hear from her are accusations that I'm developing an attraction to Weston. I must assure you that I'm not. I scarcely know him and you know...of my situation.
Uncle...I can't accept that Tidus was a dream. No. I -refuse- to accept it. I just...keep hoping. He was my only love and I've lost him forever...and yet I know he's out there, somewhere. Every day I go to the beach and whistle for an hour or so. Yes, it may sound crazy, but maybe he'll show up one day...I just refuse to accept that he's gone.
I need advice...on how to deal with this. It's been nearly a year and yet I can't let him go. How can I surv-
[Garbled due to tear stains]
...Add to that the shambles of government in Spira I have to deal with. The Eternal Calm is turning into a nightmare slowly and I have no idea how to fix it. I'm finding it hard to not show my fears to my friends, what little of them are left.
[Tear stained]
...at is all I need, really. Just someone to help me with these problems.
On to happier news. I've been very surprised lately at Wakka and Lulu. They've both been very busy at nearly the same times. If I hadn't have caught them in the temple, I'd be very angry at them...It was so beautiful, seeing them cuddling and kissing in the Temple library. I didn't watch for long, but I saw enough to say that they -are- in love; the looks they were giving each other were full of it.
I fear I must cut this letter short. A representative for the Youth Alliance is, once again, here, waiting for my polite declining statement. When will they learn? I pray things go well in the rebuilding process. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask.
Love Always,
Yuna
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Chapter 5: Pre-Tournament
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"Hey you two. Need some water?"
Wakka, who was coated in a thick sheen of sweat, wiped his brow and jumped down from the roof of the nearly completed dwelling. Wakka's shirtless body was red with exhaustion, nearly becoming the same color as his hair.
"You're a life saver, Lu."
Lulu, clad in a thin, black satin blouse and grayish capris, smiled and handed over one of the glasses of water to him. He smiled and nearly downed the drink in one gulp.
Weston, who was still hammering away, failed to notice the offer and continued to work, grunting now and then when a nail or board troubled him.
Wakka looked up, indicating Weston as he spoke. "Dunno why he doesn't use straw. Has to make it hard on himself with wood. It's costing Besaid a fortune to import all of these trees. Good thing he's almost done, ya?"
Lulu shrugged. "I tend to not want to get into such matters. I believe that one can do what one wants, if that certain want -is- possible. A wooden house isn't impossible...just not practical."
"Eh...I just think it's nuts. He coulda had a straw and leaf hut built in two days. Instead it's taken him nearly a month to do this."
"Oh, let him do what he will. It's his money...and his time. I'm sure he appreciates the help," Lulu remarked, smiling as she poked the burly redhead in the chest. Besides, he's done an excellent job on the Likki."
"Ya, I'll give him that. Wonder where he learned wood working like he does..."
Weston hit the ground as Wakka asked this, hands resting on his hips.
He answered, words coming between gasps for air, "College. Minored in carpentry. I come from a long line of woodworkers."
"You went to a college," asked Wakka, wide eyed.
"Yeah. It's not uncommon if you can afford it."
"Yeah, bud, but College...that's a high privilege around here. Before the Eternal Calm, College was for Maester hopefuls and Summoners. Now it's just extremely expensive and you have to have high social status."
"Well, where I come from, college is available as long as you have the money and will power to get into one."
Wakka shrugged.
Weston shook his head and laughed. Lulu came up to him and smiled, offering the other glass of water. Weston smiled, nodded, and took the glass, downing it quickly. He handed the glass back to Lulu and quickly headed back up the ladder. In a few moments, he was hammering away once more.
Lulu sighed. "He just doesn't give up, does he? He's constantly working on that."
Wakka nodded. "Ya, Lu, but that just means he's goal oriented. He starts on something and keeps his pace until he's done."
She sighed once more. "But it's not healthy working sun up to sun down."
Wakka shrugged. "If it's what he wants to do, let him. The sooner he gets a hut...er...house to live in, the sooner he'll be able to relax."
She nodded, staring off into the distance for a little while. A small silence came between them until she raised a finger as if a thought had just jumped to her.
"Ah, I remembered what I was going to ask you."
"Ya," he asked.
"What about the yearly blitzball tournament? It's only two days away. The Aurochs will be defending their title. Are you going to be there to support them?"
"I thought about it. Dunno if we should go though...too many memories in that place...specially for Yuna, ya?"
Lulu thought for a moment, nodding as she did so. "I see what you mean. Well, Yuna has been busy lately. The shopkeeper told me that, while buying more potatoes in Luca, she heard something about this year's Tournament being sponsored by the Youth Alliance. If that's true, the New Yevon council will be attending. Maybe Yuna can do a bit of diplomacy while she's there."
"That would keep her mind offa things, but you think that she'd wanna mix her duties in with some fun?" Wakka agreed.
"I believe Yuna's more worried over the growing tensions than she lets on. If she could catch the New Yevoners while they're enjoying themselves, and maybe have a meeting with them, then she could possibly end the blossoming disputes."
"Maybe...but they do seem a bit...stubborn."
"As stubborn as you," Lulu asked with a smile.
Wakka mocked a growl and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.
"No one's as stubborn as -me-," he whispered with a grin.
She mmhmmed and nuzzled her cheek into his bare chest, a hand slowly sliding up and down his back as he held her.
"You like to hug sweaty guys?"
"Only one..."
He smiled and released the embrace. "I needa shower. I'll be in my hut if you need me."
She smiled and nodded. "I'll ask Yuna about the tournament."
He hmmed. "Where is she anyway?"
Lulu shrugged. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. Well...I thought...Ok, now I'm worried. I'll go look for her, ok?"
Wakka nodded and headed towards his hut. "Keep me informed, ya?"
"I will," she replied.
She turned to go look for Yuna at the temple, but stopped in her tracks at a sudden animalistic growl filled the air.
"Damnit!"
She backed away a bit to see above the roof. A hammer went flying over her head and landed with a loud -thwack- into the side of the Temple. She backed up a few more feet and saw Weston going in circles, mumbling curses to himself as his gripped his visibly red thumb.
"Are you ok," she asked.
"Yeah," he grumbled in reply. "Just hit my thumb."
She nodded and walked towards the temple. "Do you need your hammer back?"
He shook his head. "Nah. It got the last nail in regardless of my thumb being there."
"So you're done?"
"On the outside, yeah."
She smiled and stepped into the Temple, leaving Weston to transfer his furniture alone.
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Yuna sighed as she looked out into the vast ocean in front of her. Her bare feet were cool, a stark contrast to her nearly boiling back, which was right under the afternoon sun. As her toes dug into the muddy sand, she thought back to the night that she's focused on for a year or more.
~ Spinning around in the water, lips pressed to his, she's truly happy. She forgets her woes, her enemies, and for once, focuses on her self and her wants, something not becoming of someone of her pedigree. Alas, she remembers what she must do as they break away from the kissing, their hands separating. The kisses and cuddles daze her for a moment, but soon, reality hits her like a catapulted stone. For a fleeting moment, she's truly happy, and she vows, that when she's done, and if she survives, that happiness will never leave her side. ~
Of course, Yuna's moment of smiles ends abruptly, as she recalls the moment when she ran to be in his arms, but only fell. He turned and muttered not a word. She vowed her love and he jumped away from whence he came.
Soon, the water isn't the only thing staining the beach. The salty drops that are her tears hit the sand in large, booming waves, her ears picking up each sound as if they were bombs being dropped on a city. With each tear came a cry of sorrow and a sob of grief.
Why couldn't she have what she wanted? Why was she always robbed of her happiness? These things she wondered as her red, tear-clouded eyes scanned the horizon.
Shakily, two fingers came to her lips and she whistled as loud as she could. And she kept whistling until she could scarcely draw a breath.
No answer came and she once again broke into her sorrowful sobs. But, as soon as her eyes opened, a small, human like blur was thrashing through the water towards her. Confused at first, she simply watched it as it got closer.
Her mind raced and her heart pounded. Was this finally her chance to be happy? She stood, wiping the tears from her eyes, trying to view the blur a bit better. It was steaming toward her at alarming speed. From this closing distance, she could finally tell what it was; a human figure.
She walked forward, ankle deep in the surging tide, leaning forward as the figure drew near, her hands clasped together as if in prayer. The figure dove into the water and disappeared amongst the depths. She whimpered a bit and walked forward a few feet more, shin deep in the water, looking for it under the water.
A few moments later, which felt like years to Yuna, the figure rose from the water, splashing water a few feet in front of her. She recognized him through her squinted eyes. The sun played off of his blond-with-brown rooted hair, his ocean blue eyes piercing into her own. He was shirtless and as muscular as ever, and she ran forward as he walked up onto shore, wrapping her arms around his waist. She began spouting confessions of love at the top of her lungs as she nuzzled into his chest.
Had her eyes been open, she would've been able to tell that he was much taller than her. To her horror, he pushed her away. She backed up a few feet from him, tears blinding her vision. She heard him speak, and it certainly wasn't Tidus.
"Uh...Yuna? You sick or something?"
Now on the verge of spilling her lunch all over the sand from embarrassment, Yuna ran off, weeping rather loudly.
Weston blinked and ran a hand through his wet hair, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
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"And then she ran off somewhere. I still don't know what really happened. I was just taking a dip into the ocean and I come up on Besaid beach, and then she pounces me."
Wakka hmmed, staring at the ground infront of his bare feet. "So you have nothing to do with her running off? It was her mistake?"
"Far as I know. All I did was walk onto the beach."
Lulu walked over, distraught from having to calm Yuna. "Yuna apologizes. She...thought he was Tidus."
Wakka groaned. "When is she going to let go of him? It's been nearly a year, ya?"
Lulu sighed, ignoring Wakka's comment. "I calmed her enough to get the gist of her somewhat coherent explanation. She simply mistook him for Tidus and was so embarrassed by it, she had to run off to compose herself."
Weston sighed. "I didn't mean to cause any harm..."
Lulu sighed and raised a hand. "It wasn't your fault. But now we certainly need to get her away from this place. It's gotten her delusional."
Wakka nodded. "Ya, we've got to get her outta here.
Weston raised an eyebrow. "And your plans are...?"
Wakka looked to Lulu for approval, to which she nodded.
"A blitzball tournament in Luca. Just get her mind offa things, ya?"
"Blitzball?"
Lulu sighed. "A sport. An athletic challenge where teams come together to see who's better. You have those where you come from?"
Weston nodded. "Yeah, but nothing called 'blitzball.'"
Wakka shook his head, not wanting to explain the game. "He'll learn about it at the tournament, if we go."
Lulu nodded and crossed her arms, while Weston just stood there, a veritable deer in headlights. His life and military training had not trained him for a whole new world filled with customs and beliefs that totally turned his head around. All he could do was sit and observe, hoping he could someday blend in. Right now, he was like a canker sore, something that stuck out and could easily be targeted. His survival depended upon his ability to blend in. He'd have to get some of their clothing before he even tried to go outside of Besaid.
Weston broke the dreary silence. "Wakka, I've been meaning to ask you. These clothes of mine are becoming hard to wash everyday. Think I could borrow some clothes?"
This seemed to break Wakka from his daze. "Oh...ya. I'll bring you an old uniform later."
"Thanks."
"Mmhmm."
Weston hmmed and stood there, watching the other two stare off in the distance, trying to solve inner conflicts through a silence that even a soldier like Weston couldn't handle.
Weston sighed and excused himself, to which no answer came, and headed back to his newly built dwelling. The house itself, if it could be called that, was only one room. It lacked any necessities save the bed and nightstand. A small wicker chair was placed in front of the only window on the small home. The window faced the sea, which mean that it was harbored on the southernmost wall of the structure. The door was hastily made and the hinges on which it moved were cheap little mechanisms from Luca's market. The small stove and icebox -that only kept potatoes at the moment- were in the Northwest corner, just opposite of the doorjamb.
Upon entering, Weston immediately sat on the chair, leaning back to let the wicker dig into his torso's naked flesh. His eyes wandered about the waves, trying to capture some sense of meaning for his occupation here. Why, he asked himself, am I here? What did I do to get here and how do I get back? Of course, to these questions came no answers. Only the white- noise silence that accompanied a troublesome afternoon on Besaid Island filled his ears.
The ocean's churning and the sounds of the local nature were the backdrop for Weston's wandering thoughts. From his situation to his parents to the odd encounter on the beach, he thought of everything that would soon affect his life. But these thoughts ere soon drowned out by his body's sudden awareness of all the work and punishment it had been through. He nodded off and would not wake until the next day.
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"So you'll go?"
"Yes. Will you send correspondence to ask the New Yevon council to meet me in the conference balcony during the finals? If I can settle this now, it'll help Spira become stronger...I hope."
"I'll get right on it."
"Thank you, Lulu."
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A/N: Big DECISION that leads up to a big TURNING POINT hehe. Yeah, so the pacing is a bit slow. Sue me, if ya wanna. Won't get much though $.$. I was originally going to include Chapter 6 in this too, but decided not to, since I like to torture my readers as much as my characters ^.~. Thanks for the awesome comments guys. Hope this chapter is a good one. Oh, and I don't proofread my work until it's drafted. So until this is done, whatever typos are here will stay here, but I do try to keep them at a bare minimum. But let's face it; we're all human, no? Or are we...? ^^ ~No One
Dear Cid,
Uncle. It has been a while since we last talked. Nearly two weeks now, correct? The letter preceding this one mentioned of a strange arrival at Besaid Beach. Indeed, he is -quite- strange.
His name is Charles Weston, as you may recall from the last letter. His first week here was marked by his slumber and his second week has seen him working quite efficiently on building himself a permanent hut. As per his request, he did receive a mirror and small nightstand before any other home items. I assume you may wonder as to why he needs these two items over most other necessities. For some odd reason, he does not let his facial hair go by one day without shaving with that bulky knife of his. His eating habits, despite his week without food, are very. I don't believe he likes the food in town, but when a few imported potatoes came in the other day, he went absolutely crazy. Without any Gil, he had to rely on Wakka to loan him some. Speaking of money, I'm going to offer him a job helping with the renovations on the S.S. Likki while it's in port.
Over the past few days, your daughter has been tormenting me over this fellow. All I hear from her are accusations that I'm developing an attraction to Weston. I must assure you that I'm not. I scarcely know him and you know...of my situation.
Uncle...I can't accept that Tidus was a dream. No. I -refuse- to accept it. I just...keep hoping. He was my only love and I've lost him forever...and yet I know he's out there, somewhere. Every day I go to the beach and whistle for an hour or so. Yes, it may sound crazy, but maybe he'll show up one day...I just refuse to accept that he's gone.
I need advice...on how to deal with this. It's been nearly a year and yet I can't let him go. How can I surv-
[Garbled due to tear stains]
...Add to that the shambles of government in Spira I have to deal with. The Eternal Calm is turning into a nightmare slowly and I have no idea how to fix it. I'm finding it hard to not show my fears to my friends, what little of them are left.
[Tear stained]
...at is all I need, really. Just someone to help me with these problems.
On to happier news. I've been very surprised lately at Wakka and Lulu. They've both been very busy at nearly the same times. If I hadn't have caught them in the temple, I'd be very angry at them...It was so beautiful, seeing them cuddling and kissing in the Temple library. I didn't watch for long, but I saw enough to say that they -are- in love; the looks they were giving each other were full of it.
I fear I must cut this letter short. A representative for the Youth Alliance is, once again, here, waiting for my polite declining statement. When will they learn? I pray things go well in the rebuilding process. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask.
Love Always,
Yuna
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Chapter 5: Pre-Tournament
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"Hey you two. Need some water?"
Wakka, who was coated in a thick sheen of sweat, wiped his brow and jumped down from the roof of the nearly completed dwelling. Wakka's shirtless body was red with exhaustion, nearly becoming the same color as his hair.
"You're a life saver, Lu."
Lulu, clad in a thin, black satin blouse and grayish capris, smiled and handed over one of the glasses of water to him. He smiled and nearly downed the drink in one gulp.
Weston, who was still hammering away, failed to notice the offer and continued to work, grunting now and then when a nail or board troubled him.
Wakka looked up, indicating Weston as he spoke. "Dunno why he doesn't use straw. Has to make it hard on himself with wood. It's costing Besaid a fortune to import all of these trees. Good thing he's almost done, ya?"
Lulu shrugged. "I tend to not want to get into such matters. I believe that one can do what one wants, if that certain want -is- possible. A wooden house isn't impossible...just not practical."
"Eh...I just think it's nuts. He coulda had a straw and leaf hut built in two days. Instead it's taken him nearly a month to do this."
"Oh, let him do what he will. It's his money...and his time. I'm sure he appreciates the help," Lulu remarked, smiling as she poked the burly redhead in the chest. Besides, he's done an excellent job on the Likki."
"Ya, I'll give him that. Wonder where he learned wood working like he does..."
Weston hit the ground as Wakka asked this, hands resting on his hips.
He answered, words coming between gasps for air, "College. Minored in carpentry. I come from a long line of woodworkers."
"You went to a college," asked Wakka, wide eyed.
"Yeah. It's not uncommon if you can afford it."
"Yeah, bud, but College...that's a high privilege around here. Before the Eternal Calm, College was for Maester hopefuls and Summoners. Now it's just extremely expensive and you have to have high social status."
"Well, where I come from, college is available as long as you have the money and will power to get into one."
Wakka shrugged.
Weston shook his head and laughed. Lulu came up to him and smiled, offering the other glass of water. Weston smiled, nodded, and took the glass, downing it quickly. He handed the glass back to Lulu and quickly headed back up the ladder. In a few moments, he was hammering away once more.
Lulu sighed. "He just doesn't give up, does he? He's constantly working on that."
Wakka nodded. "Ya, Lu, but that just means he's goal oriented. He starts on something and keeps his pace until he's done."
She sighed once more. "But it's not healthy working sun up to sun down."
Wakka shrugged. "If it's what he wants to do, let him. The sooner he gets a hut...er...house to live in, the sooner he'll be able to relax."
She nodded, staring off into the distance for a little while. A small silence came between them until she raised a finger as if a thought had just jumped to her.
"Ah, I remembered what I was going to ask you."
"Ya," he asked.
"What about the yearly blitzball tournament? It's only two days away. The Aurochs will be defending their title. Are you going to be there to support them?"
"I thought about it. Dunno if we should go though...too many memories in that place...specially for Yuna, ya?"
Lulu thought for a moment, nodding as she did so. "I see what you mean. Well, Yuna has been busy lately. The shopkeeper told me that, while buying more potatoes in Luca, she heard something about this year's Tournament being sponsored by the Youth Alliance. If that's true, the New Yevon council will be attending. Maybe Yuna can do a bit of diplomacy while she's there."
"That would keep her mind offa things, but you think that she'd wanna mix her duties in with some fun?" Wakka agreed.
"I believe Yuna's more worried over the growing tensions than she lets on. If she could catch the New Yevoners while they're enjoying themselves, and maybe have a meeting with them, then she could possibly end the blossoming disputes."
"Maybe...but they do seem a bit...stubborn."
"As stubborn as you," Lulu asked with a smile.
Wakka mocked a growl and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.
"No one's as stubborn as -me-," he whispered with a grin.
She mmhmmed and nuzzled her cheek into his bare chest, a hand slowly sliding up and down his back as he held her.
"You like to hug sweaty guys?"
"Only one..."
He smiled and released the embrace. "I needa shower. I'll be in my hut if you need me."
She smiled and nodded. "I'll ask Yuna about the tournament."
He hmmed. "Where is she anyway?"
Lulu shrugged. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. Well...I thought...Ok, now I'm worried. I'll go look for her, ok?"
Wakka nodded and headed towards his hut. "Keep me informed, ya?"
"I will," she replied.
She turned to go look for Yuna at the temple, but stopped in her tracks at a sudden animalistic growl filled the air.
"Damnit!"
She backed away a bit to see above the roof. A hammer went flying over her head and landed with a loud -thwack- into the side of the Temple. She backed up a few more feet and saw Weston going in circles, mumbling curses to himself as his gripped his visibly red thumb.
"Are you ok," she asked.
"Yeah," he grumbled in reply. "Just hit my thumb."
She nodded and walked towards the temple. "Do you need your hammer back?"
He shook his head. "Nah. It got the last nail in regardless of my thumb being there."
"So you're done?"
"On the outside, yeah."
She smiled and stepped into the Temple, leaving Weston to transfer his furniture alone.
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Yuna sighed as she looked out into the vast ocean in front of her. Her bare feet were cool, a stark contrast to her nearly boiling back, which was right under the afternoon sun. As her toes dug into the muddy sand, she thought back to the night that she's focused on for a year or more.
~ Spinning around in the water, lips pressed to his, she's truly happy. She forgets her woes, her enemies, and for once, focuses on her self and her wants, something not becoming of someone of her pedigree. Alas, she remembers what she must do as they break away from the kissing, their hands separating. The kisses and cuddles daze her for a moment, but soon, reality hits her like a catapulted stone. For a fleeting moment, she's truly happy, and she vows, that when she's done, and if she survives, that happiness will never leave her side. ~
Of course, Yuna's moment of smiles ends abruptly, as she recalls the moment when she ran to be in his arms, but only fell. He turned and muttered not a word. She vowed her love and he jumped away from whence he came.
Soon, the water isn't the only thing staining the beach. The salty drops that are her tears hit the sand in large, booming waves, her ears picking up each sound as if they were bombs being dropped on a city. With each tear came a cry of sorrow and a sob of grief.
Why couldn't she have what she wanted? Why was she always robbed of her happiness? These things she wondered as her red, tear-clouded eyes scanned the horizon.
Shakily, two fingers came to her lips and she whistled as loud as she could. And she kept whistling until she could scarcely draw a breath.
No answer came and she once again broke into her sorrowful sobs. But, as soon as her eyes opened, a small, human like blur was thrashing through the water towards her. Confused at first, she simply watched it as it got closer.
Her mind raced and her heart pounded. Was this finally her chance to be happy? She stood, wiping the tears from her eyes, trying to view the blur a bit better. It was steaming toward her at alarming speed. From this closing distance, she could finally tell what it was; a human figure.
She walked forward, ankle deep in the surging tide, leaning forward as the figure drew near, her hands clasped together as if in prayer. The figure dove into the water and disappeared amongst the depths. She whimpered a bit and walked forward a few feet more, shin deep in the water, looking for it under the water.
A few moments later, which felt like years to Yuna, the figure rose from the water, splashing water a few feet in front of her. She recognized him through her squinted eyes. The sun played off of his blond-with-brown rooted hair, his ocean blue eyes piercing into her own. He was shirtless and as muscular as ever, and she ran forward as he walked up onto shore, wrapping her arms around his waist. She began spouting confessions of love at the top of her lungs as she nuzzled into his chest.
Had her eyes been open, she would've been able to tell that he was much taller than her. To her horror, he pushed her away. She backed up a few feet from him, tears blinding her vision. She heard him speak, and it certainly wasn't Tidus.
"Uh...Yuna? You sick or something?"
Now on the verge of spilling her lunch all over the sand from embarrassment, Yuna ran off, weeping rather loudly.
Weston blinked and ran a hand through his wet hair, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
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"And then she ran off somewhere. I still don't know what really happened. I was just taking a dip into the ocean and I come up on Besaid beach, and then she pounces me."
Wakka hmmed, staring at the ground infront of his bare feet. "So you have nothing to do with her running off? It was her mistake?"
"Far as I know. All I did was walk onto the beach."
Lulu walked over, distraught from having to calm Yuna. "Yuna apologizes. She...thought he was Tidus."
Wakka groaned. "When is she going to let go of him? It's been nearly a year, ya?"
Lulu sighed, ignoring Wakka's comment. "I calmed her enough to get the gist of her somewhat coherent explanation. She simply mistook him for Tidus and was so embarrassed by it, she had to run off to compose herself."
Weston sighed. "I didn't mean to cause any harm..."
Lulu sighed and raised a hand. "It wasn't your fault. But now we certainly need to get her away from this place. It's gotten her delusional."
Wakka nodded. "Ya, we've got to get her outta here.
Weston raised an eyebrow. "And your plans are...?"
Wakka looked to Lulu for approval, to which she nodded.
"A blitzball tournament in Luca. Just get her mind offa things, ya?"
"Blitzball?"
Lulu sighed. "A sport. An athletic challenge where teams come together to see who's better. You have those where you come from?"
Weston nodded. "Yeah, but nothing called 'blitzball.'"
Wakka shook his head, not wanting to explain the game. "He'll learn about it at the tournament, if we go."
Lulu nodded and crossed her arms, while Weston just stood there, a veritable deer in headlights. His life and military training had not trained him for a whole new world filled with customs and beliefs that totally turned his head around. All he could do was sit and observe, hoping he could someday blend in. Right now, he was like a canker sore, something that stuck out and could easily be targeted. His survival depended upon his ability to blend in. He'd have to get some of their clothing before he even tried to go outside of Besaid.
Weston broke the dreary silence. "Wakka, I've been meaning to ask you. These clothes of mine are becoming hard to wash everyday. Think I could borrow some clothes?"
This seemed to break Wakka from his daze. "Oh...ya. I'll bring you an old uniform later."
"Thanks."
"Mmhmm."
Weston hmmed and stood there, watching the other two stare off in the distance, trying to solve inner conflicts through a silence that even a soldier like Weston couldn't handle.
Weston sighed and excused himself, to which no answer came, and headed back to his newly built dwelling. The house itself, if it could be called that, was only one room. It lacked any necessities save the bed and nightstand. A small wicker chair was placed in front of the only window on the small home. The window faced the sea, which mean that it was harbored on the southernmost wall of the structure. The door was hastily made and the hinges on which it moved were cheap little mechanisms from Luca's market. The small stove and icebox -that only kept potatoes at the moment- were in the Northwest corner, just opposite of the doorjamb.
Upon entering, Weston immediately sat on the chair, leaning back to let the wicker dig into his torso's naked flesh. His eyes wandered about the waves, trying to capture some sense of meaning for his occupation here. Why, he asked himself, am I here? What did I do to get here and how do I get back? Of course, to these questions came no answers. Only the white- noise silence that accompanied a troublesome afternoon on Besaid Island filled his ears.
The ocean's churning and the sounds of the local nature were the backdrop for Weston's wandering thoughts. From his situation to his parents to the odd encounter on the beach, he thought of everything that would soon affect his life. But these thoughts ere soon drowned out by his body's sudden awareness of all the work and punishment it had been through. He nodded off and would not wake until the next day.
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"So you'll go?"
"Yes. Will you send correspondence to ask the New Yevon council to meet me in the conference balcony during the finals? If I can settle this now, it'll help Spira become stronger...I hope."
"I'll get right on it."
"Thank you, Lulu."
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A/N: Big DECISION that leads up to a big TURNING POINT hehe. Yeah, so the pacing is a bit slow. Sue me, if ya wanna. Won't get much though $.$. I was originally going to include Chapter 6 in this too, but decided not to, since I like to torture my readers as much as my characters ^.~. Thanks for the awesome comments guys. Hope this chapter is a good one. Oh, and I don't proofread my work until it's drafted. So until this is done, whatever typos are here will stay here, but I do try to keep them at a bare minimum. But let's face it; we're all human, no? Or are we...? ^^ ~No One