Ok, ok. I promised what, weekly updates? I know, I'm not the best at honoring these things, but here we go, a brand new fanfic that absolutely NO ONE has seen. I'm listening to Millencollin, the ideas have been forming for days, and I'm fricken' pumped. Alllll right! For those of you... devout fans... STILL waiting for the updates to "Upon the Hearts of Others," and (who, this is an old one) "Violet Sighted Love," need to wait only a little longer. I wanted to write a FFX fanfiction REALLY badly, so here we go, an unbelievably odd tale in which... well, I don't want to ruin it. Just read on.
Disclaimer: All FFX characters belong (Unfairly) to Squaresoft Entertainment. Yes. I think only a few original characters and plot bunnies actually ARE mine.
"A Sea of Crystal Blue"
"Hey, babe! Where ya' going after the game?" A man in long pants and a t-shirt grabbed the girl's arm from a crowd. "Come on, we can go get s drink, and... a little more, if you get my meaning." He winked at the young woman, still in her late, teenaged years, and was greeted with a look of disgust at his alcohol-scented breath.
"Yeah, right." She shook her hair, the short, brown-blonde spikes tossing about her ears. The triangular earrings twirled, blinding the drunk, and he stumbled backwards. "I don't do that kind of thing, but maybe the hospice can help you out a little. I hear they have meetings there for people trying to let go of the spirits." She pushed past the man, and came to a stop in front of an even larger crowd.
"Can I have your autograph? Please, please, please?" A small girl with a high-pitched voice reached up to the elder to give her a piece of paper and stubby pencil. "You're my hero! I want to grow up to be a famous blitzball player just like you!" The red-head bounced up and down when the woman took the signing supplies, and squealed in delight when she was addressed.
"Who should I make it out to?" The elder woman smiled. She remembered being star-struck the first time she met her father's blitzball team. She had jumped and run and followed them about for the entire day, and only left when the man named Jecht she called "father" told her to run home and tell her mother that daddy and the gang were going drinking. It had been a great day.
"Mystrel! That's M-Y-S-T-R-E-L! That's my name." Mystrel grinned, her bubbly personality going over the edge as her hero signed the slip of scratch paper.
"To: Mystrel, a soon to be famous blitzer. Love always,--" The woman was cut short as one of her teammates waved from the far end of the crowd.
"YO! We start playing in... 5 minutes! You better get your sorry rear over here! You may be the star of the Zanarkand Abes, but if you don't show, you don't get payed, just like the rest of us!" The male blitzer disappeared back into the locker-room, and the woman he had been talking to cursed under her breath.
"I'm really very sorry, Mystrel, but I have to go." The woman's voice was truly and sincerely sorry, and she frowned at the younger girl. "I have to go play, but look, if you want, I'll meet you here after the game if I win! Whistle when you're in the stands!" She bent over, gave Mystrel a hug, and turned to run towards the domed stadium, which, by now, had nearly completely filled with water. As she ran, she heard the high voice of Mystrel calling, "Yaaaaaaaaay!!! Goooood Luck!" The elder woman turned, and looking over her shoulder saw Mystrel in her blue dress, standing on the fountain and waving her arm off.
She stopped for a second, stuck two fingers in her mouth, and whistled, hard. The sound pierced the air, and she turned once more to run towards the double doors of the locker room. She rushed past people, animals, and shopping pavilions, all the while watching the high clock of Zanarkand.
As she entered the building, she caught her reflection in a mirror. For just a moment she paused to straighten her outfit and critique her clothes. The teenaged girl wore baggy blue jean shorts that were obviously designed for a boy. Her father had said they made her twiggy legs look less scrawny right before he left, so now she wore them always. Her top was a white crop-off that exposed her midriff and upper hips. Although she was still very skinny, she had filled out nicely, and to avoid looking to raunchy in her underwater playing conditions, she wore a yellow and blue cropped vest over the shirt.
She struggled to straighten her hair, but failed. It was still very spiky, and the neck-length of it made this no better. She tugged at her fingertip gloves so that she could get a better hold on the blitz ball, and then bent over to tighten her shoes. Tying the big boots, she realized that her necklace had become crooked, and after straightening up, she fixed that too.
"Well," she grinned at the mirror with an idiotic smile, "it's not going to get any better than that!" She left her image and ran to the players' gate, entering the stadium to thousands of cheering faces.
"And, finally," the announcer stressed the word bitterly. "Star of the Zanarkand Abes and Captain, TIDUS!!!!!!"
Tidus took a running start, and dove off the raised platform into the levitating ball of water, her form neatly cutting the water as she readied herself to play the game she had devoted her life to: Blitzball.
Well? What do you all think? I know my hundreds of friends and fans will want to leave a review... the rest of you can too! Oh, yeah, and I'll give five points to anyone on my running scoreboard who can tell me where Mystrel is from. Or, the FIRST person who can tell me. I'll keep a running tally, and tell you who's winning at the point of each update! New chapter in a few days, and I apologize for all typos– it's midnight!!
Love you all,
Mara
Disclaimer: All FFX characters belong (Unfairly) to Squaresoft Entertainment. Yes. I think only a few original characters and plot bunnies actually ARE mine.
"A Sea of Crystal Blue"
"Hey, babe! Where ya' going after the game?" A man in long pants and a t-shirt grabbed the girl's arm from a crowd. "Come on, we can go get s drink, and... a little more, if you get my meaning." He winked at the young woman, still in her late, teenaged years, and was greeted with a look of disgust at his alcohol-scented breath.
"Yeah, right." She shook her hair, the short, brown-blonde spikes tossing about her ears. The triangular earrings twirled, blinding the drunk, and he stumbled backwards. "I don't do that kind of thing, but maybe the hospice can help you out a little. I hear they have meetings there for people trying to let go of the spirits." She pushed past the man, and came to a stop in front of an even larger crowd.
"Can I have your autograph? Please, please, please?" A small girl with a high-pitched voice reached up to the elder to give her a piece of paper and stubby pencil. "You're my hero! I want to grow up to be a famous blitzball player just like you!" The red-head bounced up and down when the woman took the signing supplies, and squealed in delight when she was addressed.
"Who should I make it out to?" The elder woman smiled. She remembered being star-struck the first time she met her father's blitzball team. She had jumped and run and followed them about for the entire day, and only left when the man named Jecht she called "father" told her to run home and tell her mother that daddy and the gang were going drinking. It had been a great day.
"Mystrel! That's M-Y-S-T-R-E-L! That's my name." Mystrel grinned, her bubbly personality going over the edge as her hero signed the slip of scratch paper.
"To: Mystrel, a soon to be famous blitzer. Love always,--" The woman was cut short as one of her teammates waved from the far end of the crowd.
"YO! We start playing in... 5 minutes! You better get your sorry rear over here! You may be the star of the Zanarkand Abes, but if you don't show, you don't get payed, just like the rest of us!" The male blitzer disappeared back into the locker-room, and the woman he had been talking to cursed under her breath.
"I'm really very sorry, Mystrel, but I have to go." The woman's voice was truly and sincerely sorry, and she frowned at the younger girl. "I have to go play, but look, if you want, I'll meet you here after the game if I win! Whistle when you're in the stands!" She bent over, gave Mystrel a hug, and turned to run towards the domed stadium, which, by now, had nearly completely filled with water. As she ran, she heard the high voice of Mystrel calling, "Yaaaaaaaaay!!! Goooood Luck!" The elder woman turned, and looking over her shoulder saw Mystrel in her blue dress, standing on the fountain and waving her arm off.
She stopped for a second, stuck two fingers in her mouth, and whistled, hard. The sound pierced the air, and she turned once more to run towards the double doors of the locker room. She rushed past people, animals, and shopping pavilions, all the while watching the high clock of Zanarkand.
As she entered the building, she caught her reflection in a mirror. For just a moment she paused to straighten her outfit and critique her clothes. The teenaged girl wore baggy blue jean shorts that were obviously designed for a boy. Her father had said they made her twiggy legs look less scrawny right before he left, so now she wore them always. Her top was a white crop-off that exposed her midriff and upper hips. Although she was still very skinny, she had filled out nicely, and to avoid looking to raunchy in her underwater playing conditions, she wore a yellow and blue cropped vest over the shirt.
She struggled to straighten her hair, but failed. It was still very spiky, and the neck-length of it made this no better. She tugged at her fingertip gloves so that she could get a better hold on the blitz ball, and then bent over to tighten her shoes. Tying the big boots, she realized that her necklace had become crooked, and after straightening up, she fixed that too.
"Well," she grinned at the mirror with an idiotic smile, "it's not going to get any better than that!" She left her image and ran to the players' gate, entering the stadium to thousands of cheering faces.
"And, finally," the announcer stressed the word bitterly. "Star of the Zanarkand Abes and Captain, TIDUS!!!!!!"
Tidus took a running start, and dove off the raised platform into the levitating ball of water, her form neatly cutting the water as she readied herself to play the game she had devoted her life to: Blitzball.
Well? What do you all think? I know my hundreds of friends and fans will want to leave a review... the rest of you can too! Oh, yeah, and I'll give five points to anyone on my running scoreboard who can tell me where Mystrel is from. Or, the FIRST person who can tell me. I'll keep a running tally, and tell you who's winning at the point of each update! New chapter in a few days, and I apologize for all typos– it's midnight!!
Love you all,
Mara