Chapter 13: Under the Starry Sky
Mattius2k04: The dance has begun, Tidus and Yuna might finally get together, FINALLY! Just so you know, put on a soft song for the mood, and read on!
As they entered the dance room, they gasped in awe. Tidus and Yuna could have just stood there forever, admiring the previously-closed Dance Auditorium in all it's elegant glory. Hand-made statues of ice loomed over long and wide plates of expensive-looking food, hand-crafted marble sculptures adorned the walls, and overhead, fireworks began to sound above the glass ceiling. Everything was perfect. They came down to the stairs, arm in arm, and sat down together in some comfortable chairs.
"This is just amazing!" Yuna awed, staring around with wide eyes.
"They really went all out for us, didn't they?" Tidus exclaimed. *This is good, it's the perfect setting to make my move on her!* He too admired the architecture for a moment.
"I wonder what was wrong with Rikku?" Yuna pondered. Tidus turned to her, and was about to tell her that everything was fine and good before her questions were answered, and his idea that Rikku was fine was completely proven wrong.
"Why, hello there Yuna." Came a rather shrill voice. Tidus knew the man to which it belonged, but had no real idea of. All he knew was that this guy was a lunatic, and not very well-respected. And worst of all, besides him stood Rikku.
"Seymour?" Yuna asked. "Oh, hello? Rikku, so this is your date?"
Rikku opened her mouth, seemingly to protest, but Seymour once again came in. "Yes, indeed she is Lady Yuna."
"P-please Seymour." Yuna stuttered nervously. "Just call me Yuna."
"As you wish, Yuna." Seymour replied. Tidus did not like this guy. He did not like this guy at all. He was just creepy. Something about him, like he was trying desperately to impress people, in this case Yuna, but pushed himself too much. He was the type of person that would do anything for attention. Not to mention his god-awful hair. It would be fine without the giant, gelled spikes, one from the right and left sides of his head (like a massive, gravity-defying ponytail) and one from this front. He was wearing a sort of robe, with part of his chest showing. To be fair, he definitely kept in shape, but he was just a strange person. "My girlfriend Rikku here has told me about you, as if she needed to." Seymour replied. "Who is this young . . . man? Your chaperone?"
"I'm her date." I defended myself, standing up. Seymour stared at me with smug, lazy uncaring eyes. I hated him more by the minute. Rikku mouthed a sorry behind his back and gave me eyes that seemed to say 'help'. I wasn't going to help her, she would have to deal with this on her own. Unless of course he asked for it, and he was quickly going down that path.
"Is this true, Lady Yuna?" Seymour commented lazily, but Tidus could hear the desperation behind his voice. Jealousy, he heard it all too often. When he turned to Yuna, something inside of him was scared to death. He saw her scared eyes, scared to say anything that would hurt anyone, and he thought she was trying to tell him she wasn't his date. He half expected her to leave his side and go to Seymour's arms.
Her reply settled many inner fears. "Yes, he's my date." She commented plainly. Tidus ' last fears were put to rest as she stepped forwards and put her arm through his. "Well, I will see you later Rikku, Seymour." She waved good bye to them with one free hand and walked, with Tidus, away.
As Tidus left, he knew Seymour had mutual hatred towards him. Seymour liked Yuna, he could see it in his eyes, but Tidus would not let Seymour take her from him, unless she wanted him more. As his eyes met Seymours right before Yuna took him away, Tidus saw anger, and hatred. Seymour gave him on hell of a nasty look, before Tidus turned away.
"What's with him?" Tidus muttered to Yuna as they made their way onto the dance floor as a song came on from the powerful speakers placed around them. On a platform, a DJ played the song.
"His name is Seymour." Yuna explained. "He's. . . not the most popular person in our school. Rikku also tells me he likes me, and I think she's right. But I don't like him" Yuna spoke defensively, as if to make sure Tidus knew she liked him more. "But let's not talk about it, let's just dance, can we?"
"Oh, you're willing all of a sudden. I thought you couldn't dance?" Tidus asked Yuna playfully. "Learned it without telling me?"
Yuna blushed a little, but spoke calmly as they embraced for the slow, romantic song. "I. . . I picked a slow dancing song on purpose, it's the one type of dancing I know how to do."
"Ah, so that's it huh." Tidus joked. His arms went over her waist and behind her back as he pulled her closer to him. She was shorter than him, but was able to put her slender arms over his shoulders.
Tidus recognized the song, and he knew, from experience, how to move to it. Even slow dancing, the most simple of dances, required some form of rhythm. Tidus was a veteran in dancing, he knew how to move in any form of it. He would try his best to impress her.
To the left and right they moved, their bodies moving as one. Yuna could feel Tidus' hair tickling her head, and his hands gently placed upon her back. She closed her eyes, just taking in the peace of the dance. Her head rested upon his shoulder, which was soft enough so that she could have fallen asleep on it if given more time. Her hands were clasped together behind his neck, and started to warm up from nervousness, the fear of messing up, or that she was dreaming. But nothing happened, nothing that could ruin the moment.
Tidus was definitely impressed. For a newbie, Yuna could dance with the best of them. His eyes gradually closed, until both he and Yuna were together, dancing under the starry sky, and the fireworks stopped for the duration of the song. Everything was quiet, except for the song and the slow, steady breathing of his breath and hers, and their hearts beating calmly. Even though all good things must come to an end, Yuna and Tidus could have danced forever. But the song gave way, and at this, a more upbeat song replaced it, and Yuna hurried off, grabbing Tidus hand and pulling him along so she wouldn't embarrass herself. As much as he tried, he couldn't persuade her to continue, so they went out into the balcony while the more experienced couples danced along.
Squall and Rinoa had done this dance millions of times now. It was the same dance they had done years ago, when they had first met, before they even knew each others names. Left and right, forward and backward, curling in and out, Rinoa and Squall danced like crazy. A circle began to spread, as people watched as Squall (who was hating the attention, but loving the dance) and Rinoa swept the floor. They stopped to a barrage of clapping and cheering, much to Squall's hatred.
Outside, Yuna and Tidus stood under the sky, staring upwards together. They hadn't even broken contact since the dance, and it was obvious to both of them now that something was going to happen between them. However, neither of them were willing to risk it, something this pure.
"The stars. . . they're so beautiful tonight. . ." Yuna sighed. Tidus was leaning against the stone blocking, and Yuna was leaning backwards against him. Tidus' arms hung over her stomach, and her hands clasped his. Her head hung back against his chest, until only his slow breathing and steady heart beat were of any concern to her. He too stared to the sky along with her.
"I know. . ." Tidus replied dreamily. "Yuna?" He asked, as he felt a tear fall to his hand, a cold, dreadful tear. Something was wrong, Yuna was crying. "What's wrong?"
Yuna broke away from him, and with it came the first time since the dance that they had broken contact. Tears were coming slowly, but there they were. They rolled down her cheek, crystalline tears falling to the ground. Tidus was scared, for this was all too much like his dream. Seeing Yuna cry made his heart nearly shatter, yet the only thing that kept it together was the hope of making her feel better.
"I. . . I can't. . ." Yuna sobbed. Her arms rose to her face, beautiful even in sadness, and wiped away the tears. "I can't. . . I can't risk losing you. . ."
Tidus did not understand. ". . . Lose me?" He asked. "Yuna, I couldn't leave you. . . I wouldn't leave you."
Yuna seemed reassured, but still she cried. "We're mercenaries, Tidus. Military, people who fight to protect those they love. But. . . but there's death. Loss, things that I have experienced more than I ever could want to. I care about you, and I think you care about me. We can't just be friends, but if we. . . if we got together, and you died, I couldn't bear it."
Tidus stepped forwards, putting his arm on Yuna's shoulder reassuringly. "I want to talk to you, Yuna, about this." He soothed her. "I want you to know I will not leave you, I can't. You and me, we'll be together, if you want us to. I will never let you go, and I will never let myself go. Every time I leave, I will return. Every time you worry, I will be there to comfort and reassure you. This I promise." When Tidus said this, he felt a little part of him come back to life. He felt caring for a girl once more, real caring, not just hopeful relationships. He said this with all the fibre in his heart, all the strength in his soul. He meant it more than anything he had ever said. Whatever he had felt for Yuna, it paled in comparison to what he felt now. His affection was magnified ten times.
"Tidus. . ." Yuna sighed sadly, but Tidus knew she felt he was telling the truth. Her eyes calmed, tears stopped flowing. Her eyes gazed into his, his into hers. They stared lovingly at each other, and stepped closer. Tidus brought his other arm around her and pulled her closer. His face lowered to hers, and their lips touched.
Yuna's hands were clasped at her chest, and his, and they tightened on each other in the anticipation. The final moment, she realized she'd never kissed someone like this. She didn't pull away.
Despite their affection, someone watched, and secretly despised. He turned, disgusted by the actions. His blue hair turned with him, and he brought out a small canteen of a certain alcoholic substance. Taking a swig of it, he continued pulverizing it until it was no more, and he started feeling strange.
Despite this, Yuna and Tidus were now together, a relationship years in the making. They knew immediately how they filled the holes in each others lives.
Mattius2k04: The dance has begun, Tidus and Yuna might finally get together, FINALLY! Just so you know, put on a soft song for the mood, and read on!
As they entered the dance room, they gasped in awe. Tidus and Yuna could have just stood there forever, admiring the previously-closed Dance Auditorium in all it's elegant glory. Hand-made statues of ice loomed over long and wide plates of expensive-looking food, hand-crafted marble sculptures adorned the walls, and overhead, fireworks began to sound above the glass ceiling. Everything was perfect. They came down to the stairs, arm in arm, and sat down together in some comfortable chairs.
"This is just amazing!" Yuna awed, staring around with wide eyes.
"They really went all out for us, didn't they?" Tidus exclaimed. *This is good, it's the perfect setting to make my move on her!* He too admired the architecture for a moment.
"I wonder what was wrong with Rikku?" Yuna pondered. Tidus turned to her, and was about to tell her that everything was fine and good before her questions were answered, and his idea that Rikku was fine was completely proven wrong.
"Why, hello there Yuna." Came a rather shrill voice. Tidus knew the man to which it belonged, but had no real idea of. All he knew was that this guy was a lunatic, and not very well-respected. And worst of all, besides him stood Rikku.
"Seymour?" Yuna asked. "Oh, hello? Rikku, so this is your date?"
Rikku opened her mouth, seemingly to protest, but Seymour once again came in. "Yes, indeed she is Lady Yuna."
"P-please Seymour." Yuna stuttered nervously. "Just call me Yuna."
"As you wish, Yuna." Seymour replied. Tidus did not like this guy. He did not like this guy at all. He was just creepy. Something about him, like he was trying desperately to impress people, in this case Yuna, but pushed himself too much. He was the type of person that would do anything for attention. Not to mention his god-awful hair. It would be fine without the giant, gelled spikes, one from the right and left sides of his head (like a massive, gravity-defying ponytail) and one from this front. He was wearing a sort of robe, with part of his chest showing. To be fair, he definitely kept in shape, but he was just a strange person. "My girlfriend Rikku here has told me about you, as if she needed to." Seymour replied. "Who is this young . . . man? Your chaperone?"
"I'm her date." I defended myself, standing up. Seymour stared at me with smug, lazy uncaring eyes. I hated him more by the minute. Rikku mouthed a sorry behind his back and gave me eyes that seemed to say 'help'. I wasn't going to help her, she would have to deal with this on her own. Unless of course he asked for it, and he was quickly going down that path.
"Is this true, Lady Yuna?" Seymour commented lazily, but Tidus could hear the desperation behind his voice. Jealousy, he heard it all too often. When he turned to Yuna, something inside of him was scared to death. He saw her scared eyes, scared to say anything that would hurt anyone, and he thought she was trying to tell him she wasn't his date. He half expected her to leave his side and go to Seymour's arms.
Her reply settled many inner fears. "Yes, he's my date." She commented plainly. Tidus ' last fears were put to rest as she stepped forwards and put her arm through his. "Well, I will see you later Rikku, Seymour." She waved good bye to them with one free hand and walked, with Tidus, away.
As Tidus left, he knew Seymour had mutual hatred towards him. Seymour liked Yuna, he could see it in his eyes, but Tidus would not let Seymour take her from him, unless she wanted him more. As his eyes met Seymours right before Yuna took him away, Tidus saw anger, and hatred. Seymour gave him on hell of a nasty look, before Tidus turned away.
"What's with him?" Tidus muttered to Yuna as they made their way onto the dance floor as a song came on from the powerful speakers placed around them. On a platform, a DJ played the song.
"His name is Seymour." Yuna explained. "He's. . . not the most popular person in our school. Rikku also tells me he likes me, and I think she's right. But I don't like him" Yuna spoke defensively, as if to make sure Tidus knew she liked him more. "But let's not talk about it, let's just dance, can we?"
"Oh, you're willing all of a sudden. I thought you couldn't dance?" Tidus asked Yuna playfully. "Learned it without telling me?"
Yuna blushed a little, but spoke calmly as they embraced for the slow, romantic song. "I. . . I picked a slow dancing song on purpose, it's the one type of dancing I know how to do."
"Ah, so that's it huh." Tidus joked. His arms went over her waist and behind her back as he pulled her closer to him. She was shorter than him, but was able to put her slender arms over his shoulders.
Tidus recognized the song, and he knew, from experience, how to move to it. Even slow dancing, the most simple of dances, required some form of rhythm. Tidus was a veteran in dancing, he knew how to move in any form of it. He would try his best to impress her.
To the left and right they moved, their bodies moving as one. Yuna could feel Tidus' hair tickling her head, and his hands gently placed upon her back. She closed her eyes, just taking in the peace of the dance. Her head rested upon his shoulder, which was soft enough so that she could have fallen asleep on it if given more time. Her hands were clasped together behind his neck, and started to warm up from nervousness, the fear of messing up, or that she was dreaming. But nothing happened, nothing that could ruin the moment.
Tidus was definitely impressed. For a newbie, Yuna could dance with the best of them. His eyes gradually closed, until both he and Yuna were together, dancing under the starry sky, and the fireworks stopped for the duration of the song. Everything was quiet, except for the song and the slow, steady breathing of his breath and hers, and their hearts beating calmly. Even though all good things must come to an end, Yuna and Tidus could have danced forever. But the song gave way, and at this, a more upbeat song replaced it, and Yuna hurried off, grabbing Tidus hand and pulling him along so she wouldn't embarrass herself. As much as he tried, he couldn't persuade her to continue, so they went out into the balcony while the more experienced couples danced along.
Squall and Rinoa had done this dance millions of times now. It was the same dance they had done years ago, when they had first met, before they even knew each others names. Left and right, forward and backward, curling in and out, Rinoa and Squall danced like crazy. A circle began to spread, as people watched as Squall (who was hating the attention, but loving the dance) and Rinoa swept the floor. They stopped to a barrage of clapping and cheering, much to Squall's hatred.
Outside, Yuna and Tidus stood under the sky, staring upwards together. They hadn't even broken contact since the dance, and it was obvious to both of them now that something was going to happen between them. However, neither of them were willing to risk it, something this pure.
"The stars. . . they're so beautiful tonight. . ." Yuna sighed. Tidus was leaning against the stone blocking, and Yuna was leaning backwards against him. Tidus' arms hung over her stomach, and her hands clasped his. Her head hung back against his chest, until only his slow breathing and steady heart beat were of any concern to her. He too stared to the sky along with her.
"I know. . ." Tidus replied dreamily. "Yuna?" He asked, as he felt a tear fall to his hand, a cold, dreadful tear. Something was wrong, Yuna was crying. "What's wrong?"
Yuna broke away from him, and with it came the first time since the dance that they had broken contact. Tears were coming slowly, but there they were. They rolled down her cheek, crystalline tears falling to the ground. Tidus was scared, for this was all too much like his dream. Seeing Yuna cry made his heart nearly shatter, yet the only thing that kept it together was the hope of making her feel better.
"I. . . I can't. . ." Yuna sobbed. Her arms rose to her face, beautiful even in sadness, and wiped away the tears. "I can't. . . I can't risk losing you. . ."
Tidus did not understand. ". . . Lose me?" He asked. "Yuna, I couldn't leave you. . . I wouldn't leave you."
Yuna seemed reassured, but still she cried. "We're mercenaries, Tidus. Military, people who fight to protect those they love. But. . . but there's death. Loss, things that I have experienced more than I ever could want to. I care about you, and I think you care about me. We can't just be friends, but if we. . . if we got together, and you died, I couldn't bear it."
Tidus stepped forwards, putting his arm on Yuna's shoulder reassuringly. "I want to talk to you, Yuna, about this." He soothed her. "I want you to know I will not leave you, I can't. You and me, we'll be together, if you want us to. I will never let you go, and I will never let myself go. Every time I leave, I will return. Every time you worry, I will be there to comfort and reassure you. This I promise." When Tidus said this, he felt a little part of him come back to life. He felt caring for a girl once more, real caring, not just hopeful relationships. He said this with all the fibre in his heart, all the strength in his soul. He meant it more than anything he had ever said. Whatever he had felt for Yuna, it paled in comparison to what he felt now. His affection was magnified ten times.
"Tidus. . ." Yuna sighed sadly, but Tidus knew she felt he was telling the truth. Her eyes calmed, tears stopped flowing. Her eyes gazed into his, his into hers. They stared lovingly at each other, and stepped closer. Tidus brought his other arm around her and pulled her closer. His face lowered to hers, and their lips touched.
Yuna's hands were clasped at her chest, and his, and they tightened on each other in the anticipation. The final moment, she realized she'd never kissed someone like this. She didn't pull away.
Despite their affection, someone watched, and secretly despised. He turned, disgusted by the actions. His blue hair turned with him, and he brought out a small canteen of a certain alcoholic substance. Taking a swig of it, he continued pulverizing it until it was no more, and he started feeling strange.
Despite this, Yuna and Tidus were now together, a relationship years in the making. They knew immediately how they filled the holes in each others lives.
