From Different Worlds
Chapter 2: Welcome to Balamb Garden, Young Warriors.
Mattius2k04: Well, welcome to chapter 2 of my uber-remake of Tidus of SeeD. Remember, the only difference is occasional story changing, the perspective from third-to-first person, and the style of writing. Nothing else. But it will (hopefully) attract more readers, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy!
Me and Wakka made our way to row 10ST, while Yuna went to the back of the train to sit with her cousin, who hadn't been present when I met her. It was too bad we were sitting on opposite sides of the train, but it gave me some time to think about my course of action. And it also allowed me to meet someone who would, in my future, become almost vitally important. But Wakka met him first.
"U-Uhhh, excuse me sir?" He prodded to a man whom I could not see due to Wakka's back covering my view. I dismissed it as another one of Wakka's ramblings, which would likely end him in trouble, as it usually did. So I ignored him, lodged my one remaining suitcase (the other two were in the storage system on the train) in the overhead storage, and grabbed one of my Blitzball mags from the open satchel before seating myself in the seat closest to the isle. There, I overheard Wakka speaking to the poor man.
"Are you SIR Auron?" He asked inquisitively. This piqued my curiosity. I finally got a good view of the man, as a stewardess asked Wakka to sit, and he obliged absent-mindedly.
The man was definitely a mystic, to be sure. Mystic, well, I mean he was all mysterious, and dark and brooding. His dark, black hair contrasted with the grey-white strands at the front which fell over his forehead. A pair of purple glasses, whether for reading or otherwise I did not know, hung over the bridge of his nose. One eye was a maroon, almost red colour, and squinted almost as if he surveyed the world. The other was closed permanently, victim of a long, jagged scar that ran the length of his hairline to his lower cheek. A war scar, I thought. He had a dark-grey five o'clock shadow covering his lower face, and this all added to the air of rugged power emanating from him. His clothes, well, robes and armour, were draped about him as if the armour weighed nothing to him and the robes did not inhibit his movement. And attached to his waist but placed on his lap was a large bottle, of what was some alcohol or drink or something I assumed. His eyes evaded Wakka's inquisitive gaze, and he stared dead ahead at the train in front of him. But he must have noticed me staring at him, because he turned to me and spoke.
"Ah, I know you." He muttered, almost beyond my hearing. "You are the son of Jecht. Tidus is your name, is it not?"
I was astounded. He wasn't PSYCHIC too, was he? "Uh yeah, I'm. . .I'm Tidus. How do you know my name?"
"I know, well, rather I knew Jecht at one point in his life. And hard as it may be to believe, I knew you during your younger years." Auron explained.
"You knew my father?"
"Perhaps." Auron replied. "I suppose we will have more time to get to know each other. I will be a teacher at Balamb Garden. I hope to see you." He closed his eyes, maybe not in slumber, but perhaps even a form of meditation.
It seemed Wakka was being ignored all day, and he wasn't about to let me get off scot-free.
"Hey dude, I was talkin' to him y'know!" He glared at me jokingly. "Oh well. Guess dat means I'm gonna kick your ass sometime soon ya?"
I laughed quietly. "You're welcome to try, pal." He snorted in response, and I bent over my Blitzball mag. Once again, I was interrupted.
"Say- you don't think he'll be your teacher, right?" Wakka inquired. "I mean, the legendary Aur – Err, SIR Auron teaching a bunch of newbies about sword fightin'?"
"Maybe. Who knows." I droned, nose-first in an article about the newest star of the league. One day, maybe I'd be that star.
"Ya, that'd be great dude!" Wakka awed. "You'd be a master in no time, eh?"
I made a short noise in response, and Wakka turned away, muttering something about how cool something was about something. . .I don't remember, I think I dosed off. When I woke up, I was being nudged quickly and effectively by Wakka, who was clutching both our suitcases and urging me to hurry up.
"W-what is it?" I yawned.
"We're here! And we're late man!" Wakka moaned. "Come on! Come on! Come ON!" On the last words, he practically heaved me out of my seat and kicked me to the door, where a poor steward almost got slammed into the floor as we pounded by. As we were running, Wakka shouted to me. "Yuna said to say hi, they're far ahead of us now, but that ain't important now!"
"Oh yeah it is!" I muttered under my breath. At least she still knew who I was.
We pounded into Balamb Garden's outer registry, handed the porter our passports, and were on our way. I was unhappy that we couldn't stop to view the scenery, but I made a mental note to do it later. We slammed past rows of well-kept gardens, and what must have been senior students doing what they normally did. The place was obviously high on funds. Even the railings and steps shimmered as if made of well-polished marble. Probably were. Still, despite the elegance of this place, it had a kind of comfy and coolness to it. Like one gigantic country estate that I would be spending the next few years in. We ran through the entrance, almost shattering the crystal-clear metal-framed doorway into a thousand pieces. We stopped in our tracks, unsure of where to go.
"It's that way!" Wakka cried, pointing to our left. We lost our balance for a moment, and then sprinted off, following apparently new signs pointing new students to the auditorium, where they would be greeted by Headmaster Cid and initiated into the school. As we were running, I saw someone who I'm sure I was familiar with. With a snap, I realized it was Squall. He didn't seem to care about where we were going, and as I looked back quickly, I noticed he had continued walking his way, with a dark- haired woman holding his hand.
*Rinoa Heartilly, huh?* I thought to myself. I snapped my head back to my road, and continued running.
Down a striped hallway, and towards the end we saw our goal. Two men in Senior Student uniforms asked us for ID, and we hurriedly showed them, before dashing off, catching our breaths, and bursting through the door. Big mistake there.
A couple hundred pairs of eyes turned to watch us from a dozen rows of arranged fold up chairs, taking the attention away from the man standing on the stage (who I assumed was Cid). He too stopped in mid-speech, and looked at us. Coughing, he regained the attention of his students, who turned almost in unison to look back at him.
"Now what?" Wakka confronted me.
"We find a seat." I whispered. "What else?"
Wakka grunted, and we walked as calmly as our jangled nerves allowed us down the aisle. When we were about halfway, someone nudged me in the back and I turned to see Yuna and who must've been Rikku. Yuna gave me a quick smile.
"Hi there, I saved you two seats!" She invited. I gladly accepted, and sat down beside her as Wakka filed in next to me.
"What did I miss?"
"Oh, nothing much," Yuna assured, "We've just settled down. You were only a few steps behind me and Rikku here."
"Hiya!" Rikku chimed in, raising a hand in a formal hello to me. A couple students turned to notice her, and she blushed in response, lowering her gaze and scratching her cheek nervously.
The assembly was boring, as most of them are to me. All a bunch of wastes of time, where the only thing that ever affects me is the sore pain in the ass I get from sitting for so long. I'm not the type to sit still either. So I basically tuned out the world, and eventually it ended and I was on my way out the door. However, I made the mistake of letting Wakka walk in front of me. For some reason, he let out a sharp gasp and stopped suddenly, causing me to bump into him. Bumping into Wakka was like going into a wall, he wasn't going to move.
"Dude!" He whispered quickly. "Check her out!" He pointed to a woman standing about three meters ahead of him, and I could almost feel the attraction he immediately felt for whoever she was. Judging from her backside, she definitely was well-kept. A prominently black outfit stood out from all the white suits and tops most men and women wore around her, trying to look at best presentable. She wore a dark flower in her hair, which was tied up in a bun with a couple long strands of hair falling out in columns. Her upper back was showing out of her dress, and she was definitely keeping in shape. As we turned the corner, we got a good look at her as she turned to look at something. She had a very attractive face, to be sure. Complete with a beauty mark and everything. I could see why Wakka liked her, but a moment later I had other things to think about.
"Hey, Tidus!" Cried out a familiar face, and I turned, seeing Yuna struggle to get through the crowds to get to me. Eventually, she made it and came up to me, breathing slightly louder.
"Oh, hiya!" I responded, holding my hand up.
"Well, I was. . . I was thinking if you'd go with me, I'd like to get a coffee or something." Yuna replied.
"Oh, uh yeah sure!" I spoke quickly. "Yeah, I guess Wakka can get up to our dorms."
"What?!" Wakka cried. "Dude, there's-" I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow, and he stopped. "Ah fine!" He growled, turning and lifting my suitcases and slinging his over his back and hefting them away.
"Shall we go?"
Chapter 2: Welcome to Balamb Garden, Young Warriors.
Mattius2k04: Well, welcome to chapter 2 of my uber-remake of Tidus of SeeD. Remember, the only difference is occasional story changing, the perspective from third-to-first person, and the style of writing. Nothing else. But it will (hopefully) attract more readers, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy!
Me and Wakka made our way to row 10ST, while Yuna went to the back of the train to sit with her cousin, who hadn't been present when I met her. It was too bad we were sitting on opposite sides of the train, but it gave me some time to think about my course of action. And it also allowed me to meet someone who would, in my future, become almost vitally important. But Wakka met him first.
"U-Uhhh, excuse me sir?" He prodded to a man whom I could not see due to Wakka's back covering my view. I dismissed it as another one of Wakka's ramblings, which would likely end him in trouble, as it usually did. So I ignored him, lodged my one remaining suitcase (the other two were in the storage system on the train) in the overhead storage, and grabbed one of my Blitzball mags from the open satchel before seating myself in the seat closest to the isle. There, I overheard Wakka speaking to the poor man.
"Are you SIR Auron?" He asked inquisitively. This piqued my curiosity. I finally got a good view of the man, as a stewardess asked Wakka to sit, and he obliged absent-mindedly.
The man was definitely a mystic, to be sure. Mystic, well, I mean he was all mysterious, and dark and brooding. His dark, black hair contrasted with the grey-white strands at the front which fell over his forehead. A pair of purple glasses, whether for reading or otherwise I did not know, hung over the bridge of his nose. One eye was a maroon, almost red colour, and squinted almost as if he surveyed the world. The other was closed permanently, victim of a long, jagged scar that ran the length of his hairline to his lower cheek. A war scar, I thought. He had a dark-grey five o'clock shadow covering his lower face, and this all added to the air of rugged power emanating from him. His clothes, well, robes and armour, were draped about him as if the armour weighed nothing to him and the robes did not inhibit his movement. And attached to his waist but placed on his lap was a large bottle, of what was some alcohol or drink or something I assumed. His eyes evaded Wakka's inquisitive gaze, and he stared dead ahead at the train in front of him. But he must have noticed me staring at him, because he turned to me and spoke.
"Ah, I know you." He muttered, almost beyond my hearing. "You are the son of Jecht. Tidus is your name, is it not?"
I was astounded. He wasn't PSYCHIC too, was he? "Uh yeah, I'm. . .I'm Tidus. How do you know my name?"
"I know, well, rather I knew Jecht at one point in his life. And hard as it may be to believe, I knew you during your younger years." Auron explained.
"You knew my father?"
"Perhaps." Auron replied. "I suppose we will have more time to get to know each other. I will be a teacher at Balamb Garden. I hope to see you." He closed his eyes, maybe not in slumber, but perhaps even a form of meditation.
It seemed Wakka was being ignored all day, and he wasn't about to let me get off scot-free.
"Hey dude, I was talkin' to him y'know!" He glared at me jokingly. "Oh well. Guess dat means I'm gonna kick your ass sometime soon ya?"
I laughed quietly. "You're welcome to try, pal." He snorted in response, and I bent over my Blitzball mag. Once again, I was interrupted.
"Say- you don't think he'll be your teacher, right?" Wakka inquired. "I mean, the legendary Aur – Err, SIR Auron teaching a bunch of newbies about sword fightin'?"
"Maybe. Who knows." I droned, nose-first in an article about the newest star of the league. One day, maybe I'd be that star.
"Ya, that'd be great dude!" Wakka awed. "You'd be a master in no time, eh?"
I made a short noise in response, and Wakka turned away, muttering something about how cool something was about something. . .I don't remember, I think I dosed off. When I woke up, I was being nudged quickly and effectively by Wakka, who was clutching both our suitcases and urging me to hurry up.
"W-what is it?" I yawned.
"We're here! And we're late man!" Wakka moaned. "Come on! Come on! Come ON!" On the last words, he practically heaved me out of my seat and kicked me to the door, where a poor steward almost got slammed into the floor as we pounded by. As we were running, Wakka shouted to me. "Yuna said to say hi, they're far ahead of us now, but that ain't important now!"
"Oh yeah it is!" I muttered under my breath. At least she still knew who I was.
We pounded into Balamb Garden's outer registry, handed the porter our passports, and were on our way. I was unhappy that we couldn't stop to view the scenery, but I made a mental note to do it later. We slammed past rows of well-kept gardens, and what must have been senior students doing what they normally did. The place was obviously high on funds. Even the railings and steps shimmered as if made of well-polished marble. Probably were. Still, despite the elegance of this place, it had a kind of comfy and coolness to it. Like one gigantic country estate that I would be spending the next few years in. We ran through the entrance, almost shattering the crystal-clear metal-framed doorway into a thousand pieces. We stopped in our tracks, unsure of where to go.
"It's that way!" Wakka cried, pointing to our left. We lost our balance for a moment, and then sprinted off, following apparently new signs pointing new students to the auditorium, where they would be greeted by Headmaster Cid and initiated into the school. As we were running, I saw someone who I'm sure I was familiar with. With a snap, I realized it was Squall. He didn't seem to care about where we were going, and as I looked back quickly, I noticed he had continued walking his way, with a dark- haired woman holding his hand.
*Rinoa Heartilly, huh?* I thought to myself. I snapped my head back to my road, and continued running.
Down a striped hallway, and towards the end we saw our goal. Two men in Senior Student uniforms asked us for ID, and we hurriedly showed them, before dashing off, catching our breaths, and bursting through the door. Big mistake there.
A couple hundred pairs of eyes turned to watch us from a dozen rows of arranged fold up chairs, taking the attention away from the man standing on the stage (who I assumed was Cid). He too stopped in mid-speech, and looked at us. Coughing, he regained the attention of his students, who turned almost in unison to look back at him.
"Now what?" Wakka confronted me.
"We find a seat." I whispered. "What else?"
Wakka grunted, and we walked as calmly as our jangled nerves allowed us down the aisle. When we were about halfway, someone nudged me in the back and I turned to see Yuna and who must've been Rikku. Yuna gave me a quick smile.
"Hi there, I saved you two seats!" She invited. I gladly accepted, and sat down beside her as Wakka filed in next to me.
"What did I miss?"
"Oh, nothing much," Yuna assured, "We've just settled down. You were only a few steps behind me and Rikku here."
"Hiya!" Rikku chimed in, raising a hand in a formal hello to me. A couple students turned to notice her, and she blushed in response, lowering her gaze and scratching her cheek nervously.
The assembly was boring, as most of them are to me. All a bunch of wastes of time, where the only thing that ever affects me is the sore pain in the ass I get from sitting for so long. I'm not the type to sit still either. So I basically tuned out the world, and eventually it ended and I was on my way out the door. However, I made the mistake of letting Wakka walk in front of me. For some reason, he let out a sharp gasp and stopped suddenly, causing me to bump into him. Bumping into Wakka was like going into a wall, he wasn't going to move.
"Dude!" He whispered quickly. "Check her out!" He pointed to a woman standing about three meters ahead of him, and I could almost feel the attraction he immediately felt for whoever she was. Judging from her backside, she definitely was well-kept. A prominently black outfit stood out from all the white suits and tops most men and women wore around her, trying to look at best presentable. She wore a dark flower in her hair, which was tied up in a bun with a couple long strands of hair falling out in columns. Her upper back was showing out of her dress, and she was definitely keeping in shape. As we turned the corner, we got a good look at her as she turned to look at something. She had a very attractive face, to be sure. Complete with a beauty mark and everything. I could see why Wakka liked her, but a moment later I had other things to think about.
"Hey, Tidus!" Cried out a familiar face, and I turned, seeing Yuna struggle to get through the crowds to get to me. Eventually, she made it and came up to me, breathing slightly louder.
"Oh, hiya!" I responded, holding my hand up.
"Well, I was. . . I was thinking if you'd go with me, I'd like to get a coffee or something." Yuna replied.
"Oh, uh yeah sure!" I spoke quickly. "Yeah, I guess Wakka can get up to our dorms."
"What?!" Wakka cried. "Dude, there's-" I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow, and he stopped. "Ah fine!" He growled, turning and lifting my suitcases and slinging his over his back and hefting them away.
"Shall we go?"