~ "Hey this is to all the people as humble as you are…

Lionhart Kitty-chan.

You guys rule.  I've decided to bring someone else in to the picture.  That's you mark.  Welcome to my world of fan-fics." ~

Hey there people of FF.net.  Oh humble readers.  This is an author's note, hey; I am soo sincerely sorry for all the spelling mistakes.  The miss-facts, and my grammer… my poor lack of punctuality.  Mostly everything.  So here I am apologising.  Just thought an apology would be in order.  That is all.

"Foreign hypothesis"

                     ** Sitting on an island … tossing rocks into the sea! **

Well now?  Here I am.  Sitting in amongst nowhere.  I know very well that I am on Besaid.  After clocking it a few times, squaresoft's final fantasy X of coarse, I really gave up.  Now that their next sequel, final fantasy X-2 was in tact.  I kind of found it hard to get back into it.  Rarely looking it up, hell, I even gave up pulling it out of it's front cover, let alone thought about it.  Sparks gone I guess.  Don't yah just hate that?  But I can remember when t ruled my life.  Who doesn't, I mean come on!  You have to be honest, every body goes down that road, been in it's phase of "addiction" syndrome.  Where you park it in front of the T.V., hours vegetating and casting a permanent shadow on everything else but, that, gawd, Dayum, video game.

Oh Yes!

Marvellous init?  The scars on your hands from the doctors surgically removing the confounded Ps2 controller, AGAIN!

…. Ahh BLISS!

Yup,
We've been there, infact, I have built a house and lived there.  But enough about that.  Tell you where else I've been … I'll give us a clue. What starts with an "S" ends with an "A" and has "pir" in-between?  Don't roll your eyes at me mista!  I know that it was abit gay of a clue, but you got it right?  Yes?  Well there you go!  If not, dude, you are two fries short of a happy meal.

But that's becides the point.  Let's continue shall we?

I remember this one time, where I was at the brink of burning the ps2 with the game in it like a psychotic arsonist, yeah I was a bit cranky that day.  I just couldn't get past Jecht's second form.  Well!  Did I go mental aww what?  Ranting and raving like a 16 year old mewl with a carrot stuck up it's ass, I swore till my eyeballs were about to burst into cornflakes!  Till the point where I had to take a 'chill pill', sip some hot Coacoa and have a lie down.  Nasty.  Yeah I know, not really worth it huh?  But you just got to under stand!  I tried and tried, but I failed … time and time again.  I tried training; guess I did it in the wrong perspective.  So I decided a different approach.  Boy I didn't see this one coming, I went to this Japanese-Nippon ran grocery store run by my man 'Alkatraz', right, he's in the same leaky boat as me with that game, I was hungry.  So me being the most brutal wallet basher Mother Nature can put on earth, I spent to me heart's contentive delight.  That's when … Uh-huh!  The unthinkable happened I got shoved face first into the atmosphere of spira-fied-topia.  The forgotten world.

Psssht…

Yeah right, some how I knew that my happy days were going to crumble!  Kissing nothing but sand at the moment, practically face down in it you can pretty much eat it, it's all you can think of.  That and the fact that you have it in your underwear.

So?
…Yeah I'm just contemplating how long it takes, the grand count down on how many days till sin attacks me.  I mean I am practically useless…off the couch and on to spira?  My résumé don't look too good.

The dock…

Waddling my feet, whistling, throwing rocks into the sea.  Couldn't thro it at anything else, square, I guess, didn't invent spira-fied seagulls.  Which was a bitch if you ask me.  That's my favourite pass time when visiting the shores of my favourite beach.  Now, since I'm stuck here, how else am I s'posed to kick time in the face?  I was soo bored I was thinking about eating seagulls..

As you can see… this guy thinks a lot when given time to himself.  I guess he doesn't like to bargain with much turmoil.  Credit and recognition is given when credit and recognition is due!

That's when I heard some sub-Jamaican Rastafarian rip-off's voice hollar at me something only a duck would understand.  I couldn't understand whom or what for that matter, he was going on about.  Worse.  Didn't think he was talking to me.  Either.  I'm well, I give him credit for trying, sure, I'd give him that, but from where I was standing, I was becoming to ponder weather I was high and a few minuets this will go away.  I stayed cool, I was almost positive the jah-spira dude wasn't talking to me.  Because if he was, this sure isn't the way for him to be doing it.  I don't wanna go into psycho mode and revisit that lil'episode I had in my room a while ago.  So I sat there, then this freakish looking soccer ball came flying at me and knocked me some thing chronic.  It hurt!  Naturally, it did.  Then another, three more.  Three for Pete's sake.  All of them hurt, must've kicked the bloomin' piss outta them, to get them this far. 
I spun around and there he was Mr 'Jamaican' himself.

"Eh?  You alright dere', sorry we hit you like dat ahy brudduh"

He hammered my back; I think that was meant to be a pat.  So how about I punch him in the face instead of saying hello?  A gesture of good will.  Or friendly?  Any way I stood up, just standing there, I didn't say anything.  Come to think of it.  I haven't said anything since I go booted into this world.  I must have looked like a dork but the way he was staring was a total different ball game.

"Aaa don' blame ya for not speaken' ya?"

I smiled.  He was definitely trying to help, but I ain't in hell, no way, in the mood to be all –cheerie- like at the moment.  SO way I go, I opened my fat mouth and away I went.

"Ma … Muh … My na, n, name … I … is"

Shit!  No good.
Dayum
It was really hard, now I know the reason why he talks the way he does.  But I'm not falling down to his stratosphere, hope …

"Salutations"

Well he was impressed.  So was I at that stage, so, I kept on going.

"My name is …"

Wait?  Wait?  Wait?  What shall I do?  I'm not about to use my real name am I?  What would you guys do?  You'd think that this would be the first subject to address when you are in an almost perfect world, right?  Help?  Can I trust this guy?

I trusted this guy?  Why couldn't you?

"Ah ha ha, the name's Wakka.  Pleased to meet you there … ahh…"

"My name is Mark.  They call me Lionhart"

"Hey there Mark.  Ya'know?  You da second person I have found on dese shores this week.  Betta thank yor lucky stars dat you were safe yah?"

"Ahh… right."

**~ " (X) " ~**

                                  ** Midnight!  Wondering around **

              Okay now that you know how he got here.  All I have to my name is my sword in hand and my fame to my pride to keep in tact.  Little did I know where this guy is… this Mark fulla is.  Argh.  Oh I'm soo way in over my head. 

"What was I thinking?  Taking an offer like that?"

You know, I have a lot to think about too.  Considering that I have the whole of spira and everything to contend with.  Macalania.  Bevelle… everything.  Yuna especially, that I have to watch out for.

Walking with my sword at my back, my hands in my pockets solemnly walking through the scenic trail to the huts of besaid.  It's really cold here at night, but at that time, I was finally at peace with my mind.  At last I could whole heartly sink things through, making my way through the passive trees, the pure white curtains of water and the blissful sound of besaid at bay of slumber I was soo about myself, that I had, for a moment, forgot that I was for another world.

"I wish I could be at home… a good coffee would be good right now"

I jumped up and observed an obelisk type statue in front of me.

"They could really look into repairing this thing, if they have to pray to it, then the least they could do is pay at least a little respects."

I rubbed the dust and bird shit off a marking… it's common in besaid.  Remotely towards the temple too.  The symbolic glyph of Valephor, the first aeon of Yuna.  I scratched the back of my neck and sighed.  Rubbing my head sleepy like.  Yawning.

"Yuna.  If only you knew girl"

"Yah?  You know Yuna?"

"…Oh…no…"

I turned around in disbelief.  It wasn't because it was wakka that was there; it was because he was there.  He was disturbing me.

I chuckled.  Then stretched.

"Yeah I guess you could say that."

"We tort that yous were a fiend.  Hey, wanna come and join in?  This is a night practice.  You look like a blitzer"

Nah,

This I didn't need.  I just wanted to find at least one of three things:

· Find this 'Mark' dude.

· Find Tidus.

· Get some sleep; food; rest; patience… you pick.

I shook my head.  I folded my arms and sighed at the town down below.  I seems they were having a celebration or such.  I pointed down hill.

"What's going on down there?"

"Oh dat?  Dat dere is the celebration of Lady Yuna.  Dats Y I said, do you know her?  We could use more people for a greater celebration, you know what I mean yah?"

I thought to myself.  Now what if Tidus still remains down there.  What happened if he wants to know what happened with me?  Long shot.  But my mission was to protect T at all costs.  ALL cost.

"Dayum…"

I whispered under my breath.  I lifted my lowered head.  And looked at him.

Shrugded.  Some how I knew Jecht, not intentionally, was laughing at me.

"Yeah why not?  The more the merrier!"

A familiar saying had come to me; this time is wasn't in my favour it was in theirs.  Theirs or not, I feel for them, the sorrow and what not, it really gets to you after being chucked around abit, forced on edge to do other's bidding… black male, don't you just love the matrimonial bliss of it.

"Hey, don' I kno you from sum where?"

Wakka peered at me squinting at me, thinking by doing that, that would make the resemblance of… who ever he was talking about, come through to him.  But not a fat chance, I crossed my arms, just like Jecht would protestingly like, not intentionally of coarse.  Though realising did catch me a little of guard.  Laying my head to on side smirking at him, dearing him to try, but he scratched his head and made his point.

"No, I kudda sworn I kno you from sum where"

He was so sure of him self; even I could have believed him.  He was that convincing and that sure of him self that he pranced and attained it in his mind the whole night.  This is where the worrying should have begun…should have but didn't.  Why?  Well mainly because I was too big headed to see the signs that Jecht warned me about.  You'll see when we next 'bump' into him.

"Here follow me huh?  I'll go introduce you to the udders"

I nodded in great gratitude.  I followed like a little tag along, seeing as though, I have never treaded down this road before, I seemed to feel at home, knowing every single bound of this trail as if I was born here, in amidst the placid peace of besaid.  I walked in and was greeted by a great warming furnace-fire-light, burning right in the heart of the little town, in the fore-crown of the temple, where Valefor sleeps.  Standing at the gate, I felt a more need to be welcomed in, suck at party like this, just one uninvited guest could turn things in the wrong quest.  Like T.  You remember him and his little stubbornness, which got him the bad name right at the beginning?  Well far be it for me to end up that way, not from where I was standing.

Wakka turned around to me,

"Come to think of it.  There was this other guy, which I could have sworn that looks just like you.  He was floating about in the ocean.  His name was –"

"Tidus"

"Yah!!, You know him?"

"More than you know, or think"

"Put I' dere.  Da names' Wakka, and you are?"

"Lahtinah… Lahtinah Kerrigan.  They call me that.  My real name is Naoko.  Take what info and run with it"

I smirked at him and took his hand.  We smiled and shared a belly barrel full of laughs.  I was having fun, but then I was interrupted by this bolting flash of BLONDE that had to knock me over, super OVER enthusiastic as usual.

Ten guesses.  Come on I dare yah! 

Q:  "Whom was it that Knocked Lah-Lah over?"

"Na-Lah, I've been sooo worried about you, I thought you would have gotten eaten by a giant fish fiend or worse…"

Then a huge sigh followed his heaped and heavy deep breath.

"I'm really glad that you are here Lahtinah."

"HIIIiii T!  **Argh** Can, you… p, please get off m…e."

A:  "Tidus"

T, yelled hella viciously to the already, disturbed patience listeners from the gathering of the small villages.  They were stopped by the brash movement and sudden awe to someone else other than Yuna, the main purpose of this event.  To be honest, I felt quite embarrassed, in sake of Tidus, simply apologising for T's way of action.  He got off, and then held his hand out to help me up.  At this moment.  I couldn't help be faulty guilty for being like this, because his sudden care for me is mucking up things in the end, the dire end, for T and Yunnie.  I didn't want to be blame worthy of Jecht's down fall of abuse that he would give me should I fail his temperaments to be destroyed by his son.  Some reason, Him and love lust Yuna had something to do with it, the end of it all.

I took it and dusted myself off.  T crossed his arms and held his head high.  This is then, when I realised that T was going to do something that he should have thought through first, in no doubt, be somewhat … Stupid!

No fault of mine let me assure you!

"This is my childhood rival.  Lahtinah Kerrigan captain of the East team from where I come from."

"Captain?  She's a blitzer?"

"One of the best."

T gripped the air and ripped it out of the atmosphere as the saluted the fame in his honour and mine.  I shook my head… Oh Jecht, please let him not go too far.  This … could be, BAD.  I grabbed T's arm and dragged him out of sight.

'What are you doing.  Remember, you are s'posed to say that you can't remember anything… remember?"

"Remember?"  T snorted.  "You mean what Rikku said?  Yeah but, Wakka wants me on his team and …."

'None of your excuses.  You shouldn't ha-"

"What's goin' on 'ere?"  He raised and eye brow with his hands on his hips.  "I think we may have a few issues with you and Missie being on the team 'ere"

Sprung!

We were all settled to an agreement that I would be in the team, only after a few good ten and a half rounds of pure fist fighting.  Wining all of them, T loosing all of them.  Had they been with swords… The tables would have turned.  Greatly, there would be no doubt that he would have won, although I have a fetish and personal training with swords, gut instinct told me that he would be able to beat me hands down.  Fighting with my bare hands would have been easy.  Hence the reason why I choose it.  That, and T begged me till the cows came home, there is only so much of T's beggin' one can take.

"So It's sorted then?"

"Yeah.  Thanks Na-Lah.  You're awesome!"

"Welcome."

"Ahy! Aurocks! We have two new comers now, not just Tidus, but also… La- err, what do they call you back home?  Yah?  You know, like a team captain name or somethin'?"

I thought about it.  Then I decided.

"Lil' Missie.  Because in my family, all of them are guys.  And it's a male dominated area.  It didn't help that I grew up with guys, surrounded by them…raised by them, so it was a great shock to them that I was the first and only girl in the team and family.  So I had a big title and standard to live up to. 
Long story short.
Lil' Missie was because I was the smallest and the only female in our team…. Ever!"

A slight awe caught every body's faces.  I felt a little red on my face but I tried to not let it show.

"And him…. He's my little shadow and partner in crime… T"

Arm and arm, we slung against each other's shoulders merrily.

"You two are like twins, and yet, I struggle to see how the connection meets.  You seem to be alike, although…"

"Ahy there Lu.  Finally come out to join the celebration?"

"Unlike you Wakka, I have plans to pack and prepare for the journey tomorrow.  Or have you forgotten that they were on a boat this coming morning?"

"No Lu, I didn't forget"

"Good.  Now, if you will excuse me, I will go back to what I was attending to"

Wakka was a little embarrassed by the remark of Lu, and finally settled to the idea of getting some shuteye.  He waved every body to come in and get some rest.

"Ahy you two, way past bedtime uh?  Go take some rest I have a room and beds made up for you two.  You will be sleeping over there"

He pointed to the cabin for the crusaders.  I looked at T and smirked.

"Race ya!"

"You're on!  Lah"

With that T and me raced to the tent to see who gets the best bed.  Where as we all know that they are all the same, but the child in me just wanted me to play, and even though I didn't come to admit it.  I did like the attention T and me was given, that and I missed this… bond we had.  To the point that I was beginning to believe what Jecht had said.

Good night Spira!