This is Arashi's chapter, and my fave so far. Her profile is at: http://
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stuff! Thanks, dear, very much +tacklehugglomp+ (oh, BTW, ff.net ate your
formatting. It hates ms word for some reason.)
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Win chent a lotica
En vai turi
Si lo ta
Fin dein a loluca
Si natigura neuver
Floreria for chesti
Si entina
Lalala.
Fontina Blu Cent
De Cravi esca letisimo
Lalala.
De quantian
La finder eve
Song-Sora /foreign-
Wakka hadn't gotten very far before guilt began to seep in. After all these years, his childhood friends return from who knew where and for the stupidest reason, he blew up in their faces. They had come to him for acceptance and understanding, out of a knowledge that they could depend on his friendship, and he went and snapped that frail hope like a twig. He didn't ever expect to see his friends again, nor their announcement. It had been too much all at once: excitement, happiness, and then a wave of shock that slapped him in the face like the waves that struck the beach.
And while he knew his actions were wrong, he couldn't apologize just yet. He knew he had to confront his mistake soon, but he needed some time to sort things through. He had never expected something like that to happen, and, he thought bitterly, he had dealt with it poorly. Even Tidus, who was an emotional boy to begin with, had been happy for Riku and Sora. They were his friends, after all. Why shouldn't he be happy for his friends? Their happiness was his as well, right? Right, Wakka's mind answered its own inquiry. Riku and Sora deserved better than that.
Wakka found himself in the park. He looked around the quiet scene, trying to remember who had won the last game they played here when they were small, and for the matter, what the game was. During fall, they all used to play here, Wakka and Tidus more often than the others, which usually meant Blitzball practice. With a defeated sigh, he slumped against a tree. He had run fast and far, trying to escape his own regret and he just wanted to be alone.
"I'm so stupid." Wakka groaned, head in his hands.
"Well, I didn't know that..." A familiar voice sounded beside him. The newcomer sat beside him, voice doing all the inquiring needed, since Wakka didn't look to see who it was. "I didn't know you still came here...?"
Wakka kept his gaze on a small yellow flower in the grass, knowing exactly who it was. "Leave me alone, Dark. I'm not in the mood for you."
"So now your mood has to be right for me to have permission to speak to the almighty Wakka?" This being a rhetorical question, Dark went on. "I just saw a couple of friends of yours by the shore. Say they've been looking for you. What happened?"
Wakka at last looked up at him. Dark was on their Blitzball team; the Destiny Island Aurochs, or just the Island Aurochs. He'd moved here a year or two ago, and his parents died soon after. If anyone might give useful advice, Wakka thought ruefully, it was Dark. But how was he supposed to explain? Wakka looked away from the curious blue eyes of his teammate and thought carefully about his words, which took about 1.5 seconds, because he blurted it all out anyway. "Sora and Riku came back and told Tidus and me that they're gay and I uh.."
Dark laughed airily, lighting up in the afternoon sun. "Oh, I got ya. You got upset and stormed off. I figured that much out after I spoke to them. I told them to wait back at your pad, and I figured I could find you here." He leaned back on his palms. Yes, Dark was the islands' golden boy. All the girls liked him and all the boys wanted to be him, well save for those who were truly his friends. No matter how popular your friend is, you never want to have their life, because your friend always tells you their troubles, and they always seem worse than your own. Dark didn't seem to follow that generalization, though. He always helped everyone else out. He was impossibly perfect, but Wakka didn't mind it so much. "Your problem's simple. And so is the answer: take as long as you want to think about it and then choose the action your heart wants to take. Your friends did the same thing not too long ago, y'know."
With that, Dark stood and looked at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun with his gloved hand. He strode off without a word, leaving Wakka alone once more. The advice he was left with was a little more philosophical than he might have wanted, but he had known all along what he wanted to do, and Dark probably knew that as well as he did. That was one of the weird things about the guy. "I know it's hard, with your mom's death being ten years ago today, and the loss at the tournament, and you broke up with your girl.And.I'm sorry, man."
Soon after, Wakka stood up and turned to go back to his home. He didn't know what he was going to say, but if Dark could apologize for anything- which was a first in the history of the universe-then he could face Riku and Sora. He felt a little lighter as he strode back. The frustration and anger was gone, and he found himself at his door.
He entered the apartment quietly, turning to close the door before facing an empty living room. This left Wakka a little confused: he doubted his teammate would lie, but he was alone. Clearing his throat, he decided to make a vocal inquiry, "...Hey, Tidus? You here?"
"Coming." The blond came out of the room at the end of the hall and came into the main room. He looked at the expression on Wakka's face with curiosity. "What's up?"
Wakka's eyes scanned the room once more, straying into the joining dining room and kitchen, then back to Tidus. "I thought.." He laughed at himself. "Man, Dark must've tricked me good. Here I thought he'd sent Riku and Sora over here. Guess apologies can't be easy, huh?" Wakka sighed and sat on the couch. So Dark had played a trick on him. That was a first as well, but Wakka didn't know why he'd ever do that.
"We're here." Wakka looked up to see Riku leaning against the wall in the corridor, only one side of his face visible, arms folded. "Although I'm not sure why exactly." Riku sauntered into the room and took a chair from the dining room table, seating himself backward in it.
"Sora's asleep in my room." Tidus offered.
Wakka felt like Riku's gaze was burning him like two green lasers and looked at the floor for a moment or two. When he looked up again, he had decided what he wanted to say. "Look, I'm sorry Riku. I'm happy for you guys... I just didn't know what to say. It was a shock. You were a shock. I guess what I mean to say is I had no right to treat you guys like that. You're my friends and you deserve better.And I guess that's it." Wakka looked down again. He didn't know how Riku would react. He was sure that changes had occurred beyond just Riku's outward appearance, and Wakka wasn't sure if that was good or bad for him.
"Dark told me what you've been going through. I can't blame you because you were surprised." Riku sighed and turned to look at the darkened hall, to the door at the left. "But I think Sora needs to hear it more than I do. I don't care what happens as long as I have him, but he needs the reassurance that he still has someone he can call his friend." Wakka didn't need Riku to tell him that Sora had cried himself to sleep. So many things had piled up in the mind of Riku's love, and he worried more for it.
Tidus remained silent during all of this, knowing that he both should and shouldn't be there. He knew he needed to stay out of friendship, but he wanted to go. He knew that it wasn't his conversation, nor his decision. There was nothing for him to say or do, only stare out the window, to the balcony beyond the sliding glass door, half listening to the voices of his two friends.
"I'll talk to him, too. When he's up." Wakka offered, nudging Tidus to get his attention as he turned the conversation in another direction, "So what brought you here? I mean, you seen your folks?" Wakka knew Sora's were dead, but Riku's parents were still around.
Riku laughed a little, without humor. "Let's just say my dad won't be seeing my face again if I can help it."
"Where're you staying, then? You can't already have your own place?" This time, it was Tidus who spoke, out of genuine concern for his friend.
"That's what Sora and I wanted to ask you about." Riku began, pausing to let the silence say the rest, but Tidus only looked confused, and was probably about to recommend a nearby apartment they could rent, so Riku sighed and decided to be blunt. "We were hoping we could stay with you guys, just until we can find something more permanent."
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In the Darkness
The dragon waits
To a cold heart
The dragon takes
By my side the dragon sleeps
On dragon wings
My dreams he keeps
--Sora/English--
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Win chent a lotica
En vai turi
Si lo ta
Fin dein a loluca
Si natigura neuver
Floreria for chesti
Si entina
Lalala.
Fontina Blu Cent
De Cravi esca letisimo
Lalala.
De quantian
La finder eve
Song-Sora /foreign-
Wakka hadn't gotten very far before guilt began to seep in. After all these years, his childhood friends return from who knew where and for the stupidest reason, he blew up in their faces. They had come to him for acceptance and understanding, out of a knowledge that they could depend on his friendship, and he went and snapped that frail hope like a twig. He didn't ever expect to see his friends again, nor their announcement. It had been too much all at once: excitement, happiness, and then a wave of shock that slapped him in the face like the waves that struck the beach.
And while he knew his actions were wrong, he couldn't apologize just yet. He knew he had to confront his mistake soon, but he needed some time to sort things through. He had never expected something like that to happen, and, he thought bitterly, he had dealt with it poorly. Even Tidus, who was an emotional boy to begin with, had been happy for Riku and Sora. They were his friends, after all. Why shouldn't he be happy for his friends? Their happiness was his as well, right? Right, Wakka's mind answered its own inquiry. Riku and Sora deserved better than that.
Wakka found himself in the park. He looked around the quiet scene, trying to remember who had won the last game they played here when they were small, and for the matter, what the game was. During fall, they all used to play here, Wakka and Tidus more often than the others, which usually meant Blitzball practice. With a defeated sigh, he slumped against a tree. He had run fast and far, trying to escape his own regret and he just wanted to be alone.
"I'm so stupid." Wakka groaned, head in his hands.
"Well, I didn't know that..." A familiar voice sounded beside him. The newcomer sat beside him, voice doing all the inquiring needed, since Wakka didn't look to see who it was. "I didn't know you still came here...?"
Wakka kept his gaze on a small yellow flower in the grass, knowing exactly who it was. "Leave me alone, Dark. I'm not in the mood for you."
"So now your mood has to be right for me to have permission to speak to the almighty Wakka?" This being a rhetorical question, Dark went on. "I just saw a couple of friends of yours by the shore. Say they've been looking for you. What happened?"
Wakka at last looked up at him. Dark was on their Blitzball team; the Destiny Island Aurochs, or just the Island Aurochs. He'd moved here a year or two ago, and his parents died soon after. If anyone might give useful advice, Wakka thought ruefully, it was Dark. But how was he supposed to explain? Wakka looked away from the curious blue eyes of his teammate and thought carefully about his words, which took about 1.5 seconds, because he blurted it all out anyway. "Sora and Riku came back and told Tidus and me that they're gay and I uh.."
Dark laughed airily, lighting up in the afternoon sun. "Oh, I got ya. You got upset and stormed off. I figured that much out after I spoke to them. I told them to wait back at your pad, and I figured I could find you here." He leaned back on his palms. Yes, Dark was the islands' golden boy. All the girls liked him and all the boys wanted to be him, well save for those who were truly his friends. No matter how popular your friend is, you never want to have their life, because your friend always tells you their troubles, and they always seem worse than your own. Dark didn't seem to follow that generalization, though. He always helped everyone else out. He was impossibly perfect, but Wakka didn't mind it so much. "Your problem's simple. And so is the answer: take as long as you want to think about it and then choose the action your heart wants to take. Your friends did the same thing not too long ago, y'know."
With that, Dark stood and looked at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun with his gloved hand. He strode off without a word, leaving Wakka alone once more. The advice he was left with was a little more philosophical than he might have wanted, but he had known all along what he wanted to do, and Dark probably knew that as well as he did. That was one of the weird things about the guy. "I know it's hard, with your mom's death being ten years ago today, and the loss at the tournament, and you broke up with your girl.And.I'm sorry, man."
Soon after, Wakka stood up and turned to go back to his home. He didn't know what he was going to say, but if Dark could apologize for anything- which was a first in the history of the universe-then he could face Riku and Sora. He felt a little lighter as he strode back. The frustration and anger was gone, and he found himself at his door.
He entered the apartment quietly, turning to close the door before facing an empty living room. This left Wakka a little confused: he doubted his teammate would lie, but he was alone. Clearing his throat, he decided to make a vocal inquiry, "...Hey, Tidus? You here?"
"Coming." The blond came out of the room at the end of the hall and came into the main room. He looked at the expression on Wakka's face with curiosity. "What's up?"
Wakka's eyes scanned the room once more, straying into the joining dining room and kitchen, then back to Tidus. "I thought.." He laughed at himself. "Man, Dark must've tricked me good. Here I thought he'd sent Riku and Sora over here. Guess apologies can't be easy, huh?" Wakka sighed and sat on the couch. So Dark had played a trick on him. That was a first as well, but Wakka didn't know why he'd ever do that.
"We're here." Wakka looked up to see Riku leaning against the wall in the corridor, only one side of his face visible, arms folded. "Although I'm not sure why exactly." Riku sauntered into the room and took a chair from the dining room table, seating himself backward in it.
"Sora's asleep in my room." Tidus offered.
Wakka felt like Riku's gaze was burning him like two green lasers and looked at the floor for a moment or two. When he looked up again, he had decided what he wanted to say. "Look, I'm sorry Riku. I'm happy for you guys... I just didn't know what to say. It was a shock. You were a shock. I guess what I mean to say is I had no right to treat you guys like that. You're my friends and you deserve better.And I guess that's it." Wakka looked down again. He didn't know how Riku would react. He was sure that changes had occurred beyond just Riku's outward appearance, and Wakka wasn't sure if that was good or bad for him.
"Dark told me what you've been going through. I can't blame you because you were surprised." Riku sighed and turned to look at the darkened hall, to the door at the left. "But I think Sora needs to hear it more than I do. I don't care what happens as long as I have him, but he needs the reassurance that he still has someone he can call his friend." Wakka didn't need Riku to tell him that Sora had cried himself to sleep. So many things had piled up in the mind of Riku's love, and he worried more for it.
Tidus remained silent during all of this, knowing that he both should and shouldn't be there. He knew he needed to stay out of friendship, but he wanted to go. He knew that it wasn't his conversation, nor his decision. There was nothing for him to say or do, only stare out the window, to the balcony beyond the sliding glass door, half listening to the voices of his two friends.
"I'll talk to him, too. When he's up." Wakka offered, nudging Tidus to get his attention as he turned the conversation in another direction, "So what brought you here? I mean, you seen your folks?" Wakka knew Sora's were dead, but Riku's parents were still around.
Riku laughed a little, without humor. "Let's just say my dad won't be seeing my face again if I can help it."
"Where're you staying, then? You can't already have your own place?" This time, it was Tidus who spoke, out of genuine concern for his friend.
"That's what Sora and I wanted to ask you about." Riku began, pausing to let the silence say the rest, but Tidus only looked confused, and was probably about to recommend a nearby apartment they could rent, so Riku sighed and decided to be blunt. "We were hoping we could stay with you guys, just until we can find something more permanent."
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In the Darkness
The dragon waits
To a cold heart
The dragon takes
By my side the dragon sleeps
On dragon wings
My dreams he keeps
--Sora/English--
