DISCLAIMER: Any final fantasy X or X-2 character, places, creatures, or themes that are in this fanfic belong to Squaresoft, which is now currently Squarenix, I give my props to them for making such great games. I also do not own the Copywrited name(s) Michael Jackson or Alien Ant Farm. As what I have about them should be considered as promotion, and they are both Great Artist!

A/N: OH YEA that crap on the bottom of the second page. IGNORE IT. THAT'S A DEFECT. Well this chapter is. well. just a chapter that leads to a whole lot of surprises that are going to happen later on. Its going to get good. Just wait.. As this is only the beginning, remember that my dear readers! I wrote this chapter while listening to Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson, but not his version Alien Ant Farms.

I awoke late into the night to the sound of hushed voices in front of me, my eyelids red from some kind of faraway light. I slowly opened my eye wondering whats going on and who is there, my eye slightly cracked open and my vision blurry from just waking after still being tired, trying to adjust to the light. After a few groggy moments my vision became clearer and the forms of Baralai and Nooj were sitting on their beds, the small oil lamp in the middle of the cold concrete floor, as those stupid florescent light were cut off. My thoughts immediately went to my Mezutran that was under the bed, not daring to think of what they would do if they saw me with it. but those thoughts soon became swallowed up by my curiosity at what Baralai and Nooj were doing up at these hours.

Nooj was sitting on the edge of his bed, his arms folded on his lap, a certain look of drowsiness on his face, and his head bobbing up and down. as if trying to stay awake. He was completely naked and his legs were spread out in the normal way that he sits.

That is really unnecessary.

I turn my eye and look at Baralai, who was in almost everyway, quite the opposite of Nooj. His face was alarmed and had no look of lethargy on it, but instead was full of wakefulness. He sat up straight on the side of his bed, his hands grabbing onto the mattress as if he was restless, and his eyes focused on Nooj's face, as if he was completely clothed. Baralai was wearing a usual white robe/shirt with white silk pants and a black belt tied around his waist. He spoke first.

"Are you sure he's asleep?"

Nooj nodded and turned his head to look at me. I forced myself not to blink, as I knew that even if he was tired, he would notice any slight sign of movement with his keen eyes.. He turns his head to Baralai and nods again.

"Good. I got data on when and were we train at."

"You do. When. Where."

Their voices were hushed whispers, and I had to strain to hear them.

"First we train in about 2 weeks at Desert, Bikanel."

I nearly jumped out of my bed when I heard that I was going back to my home. It had been awhile since I was home. Back where the Al Bheds had claimed their own after these disgusting Yevenites took everything we had, everything that we cherished, away from us. I slowly drifted back down to Earth and continued to listen, cursing at myself as they kept on talking, knowing that I missed something.

". We can beat the first second and fourth teams we're in."

"Ok. So what about the third team, we just can't let them pass through."

Ok. so that must mean that we are the 5th team.

Baralai tilted his head down and looked at the floor for a moment before speaking. "They are the best team. I'm surprised that you didn't get put on team 3."

Nooj laughed, though it was a dry laugh due to his lack of energy. "Well, the best cant always be with the best."

Baralai looked up at him, giving him a nasty look. Nooj took the hint and shook his head, ending his laughter. "Ok. Don't we have a recorder or interviewer?"

Baralai's face turned from mad to pleased in less than a second as Nooj changed the topic. He folded his hands and placed them in his lap, nodding slowly. "Yes, I found that out too. His name is Paine, little is known about this man as I couldn't really get any information on him, but he is around the ages of 17-18."

"So this boy can be some lunatic chasing us around with a spherecamera, and we wouldn't even know it until it's too late?"

Baralai nods "Precisely."

Nooj shook his head as if thinking this whole thing over. Baralai sighed, knowing that it is his turn to change the subject.

"Well. Have you said anything to Blanc?"

Nooj smiled and leaned back a little, laying on the bed now with his hands behind his head and a small smile spread on his lips. Baralai rolled his eyes, knowing that he was going to get the silent treatment, and then kneeled down off of the bed and leaned over the oil lamp on all fours. The room got pitch black as he blew it out, then the sound of the bed squeaking a little as he rolled back into it filled the room. Then that to stops.

"Do me a favor Nooj, and stop being so damn immature about things, will you?" Came an annoyed voice of Baralai and a curtain made of pure silence fell apon the room. It seemed as if everyone had fallen into a quick and deep sleep. But I was wide-awake for a few minutes. Thinking of my home.

I woke up that morning guessing that there was at least some light outside, as the florescent lights were on. I sat up and yawned, taking off my goggles and putting them on top of my head, wiping the crust out of it before placing the goggles over my eyes again. I turned around and sat at the edge of the bed, folding my hands in front of me. Just realizing that Baralai and Nooj were gone, their cots nicely put away into the wall. I cursed standing up quickly and throwing my pillow to the floor, then hastily putting my bed up.

"Shit Shit Shit.. I'm late. I'm late." I repeated over and over, picking up the Mezutran and shoving it into my black tote bag that we are required to have. I pulled out my brush and hastily brushed through my tangles, my hair no longer looking spiky like it usually does, but limp, dirty and dry. As I haven't washed it in 4 days.

No Time!

I ran out of the room, the metal door closing behind me.