A.N.
Alright, second chapter. Cool. As always, be gentle with flames or I will
sick my rabid little brother on you. Run away! Run away! However
constructive critisism is always welcome.
Disclaimer: I promised myself I wouldn't do this, but here I am, doing it. Oh well. I don't own Final Fantasy. Any of them. If you think I do, run. Now.
Rikku made it through her first class completely unscathed, and even a little bit relieved. She grinned to herself at the memory of that hot Al Bhed guy with the eye patch checking her out. She had flirted like mad with him, hoping he would pass her a note or something. No such luck. The guy had just smirked at her and started paying attention to the teacher. But, in true Rikku fashion, she had not given up, but had sworn a vow that she was going to get him as her date for the Winter Dance, or die trying! Or at least get badly wounded.
Yuna glared scathingly at her computer. It had froze up, right in the middle of her e-mail to her dad. "Why do these things always happen to me?" she thought despairingly. She had no doubt that Rikku had already gained the 'Teacher's Pet' label, caught some Al Bhed hottie's attention, and had probably made friends with most of her class already with her spunk and cheerful attitude. Yuna had no problems with the teachers, but the boy/friends issue was different.
"Need some help?" someone next to her said. Yuna turned and saw a girl with black hair down to her waist looking at her. Yuna gaped at the girl's exotic looks for a moment, till the girl snapped, "Is something interesting to you?" Yuna jumped, then apologized.
"It's fine, just pay attention next time. Do you want help or not?" the girl said. Yuna glared at her for a moment, then decided it was better not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She scooted over, making room for the girl, who said nothing, but sat next to Yuna, and looked at the computer. She reached over and pressed a few keys then...
"Voila," she said smugly. Yuna looked at the computer, then the girl. "Wow! Thanks. I never would have been able to do that myself!" The girl looked at Yuna as if she were a bit thick. "I just pressed Ctrl, Alt, Delete," she explained. Yuna felt her face turn red. "Oh, uh, heh. I knew that," she said sheepishly. "I'm sure you did. I'm Lulu Decorsmo by the way," said the girl. "Oh yeah, that's right. I'm Yuna Pyrea," Yuna said, extending a hand. As she did, she looked at Lulu's clothes and make-up. Lulu's dress was black, and had a built-in corset, and a fur collar, sleeves, and train. Her make- up was done rather dark and heavy, but where that would have looked bad on Yuna, it worked really well on Lulu. They shook, then sat back down in their respective seats. Lulu looked at Yuna.
"So how is it that you have no idea how to fix a small computer problem like that?" she asked. Yuna bristled. "I'm rather bad at technology stuff, ok?" she snapped. Lulu laughed. "I suppose not everyone is into computer technology," she commented. Yuna looked at her, surprised.
"Your into computer tech?" she asked, trying to hide her surprise. "Yes," said Lulu. "It's just for fun though. I'm more into the magic courses for a real job. Black of course. You?" Yuna thought for a moment.
"I like white magic. And no, I don't really like computer tech. But I do like voice, and dance. I'm pretty good with foreign languages. The arts are mostly what I'm interested in. You know theater, painting, stuff like that," she said, actually feeling pretty good about her choices. None were considered terribly odd, and despite Lulu's rather harsh introduction of herself, she seemed pretty pleasant to be around, and Yuna felt she could trust her rather rough acquaintance with these small tidbits of information about herself.
"You just said your interested in the Arts, correct?" Lulu asked. Yuna nodded. "But yet, you hate being the center of attention. A little odd, don't you think?" finished Lulu. Yuna sighed. "Yes, I suppose it is odd. But I really do love stuff like that, I'm just..you know. Shy," she said glumly. Lulu nodded. "I can see that in you. You really don't seem to like attention." Yuna nodded, acknowledging the truth in Lulu's statement. "Well with your cousin here, I don't think you'll be able to stay in the shadows for long," Lulu said. Yuna's head snapped around to look at Lulu.
"How do you know Rikku?" she asked.
"I don't. A cousin of mine does. She goes to the Al Bhed school that Rikku used to go to," Lulu said. "Her names Paine. Maybe you've heard Rikku talk about her?"
Yuna thought for a moment. "Yes, her name sounds familiar. I think I've heard Rikku speak of her before," she said.
"I thought as much. Paine does not speak nearly as much or as quickly but she does speak well of Rikku," Lulu said. Yuna nodded, lost in thought. Just then, then bell rang. As they started to put their stuff away, Lulu said to Yuna, "I'll look for you at lunch."
Yuna nodded and started off to her next class. On her way out the door, she ran into someone. A glance up proved her theory. It was Wakka, looking sheepish and out-of-breath.
"Sorry Yuna. I wasn't looking where I was goin' ya?" he said. Yuna sighed and said nothing, just bent over and started to pick up her books. Wakka helped, and soon all her books were in arm.
"Thank you Wakka," she said calmly, as she walked away. Despite her aloof attitude towards him, Yuna felt bad about her behavior. Wakka was one of the few people that she could truly call a friend, yet she didn't feel she was really a friend to him. His good, forgiving nature often got the better of him, and like Yuna, he was usually the first one to apologize in an argument, even when he was right. His one big flaw was his steadfast, unmoving, devotion to the Yevonite faith. It was a faith he shared with Yuna, but even despite the fact that her father was a priest of Yevon, she still didn't take it as seriously as Wakka did.
Yuna walked into her next class. The one person who dared harass her was here. Dona. Dona was no more popular than Yuna was, but often got her kicks torturing the girl, and there was nothing Yuna could do about it. No one knew Yuna, so no one would stand up for her, and Yuna herself didn't have much of a fighting spirit, except in the cases of a few people.
Surprisingly though, her scantily clad torturer had little to say today. Yuna was surprised, but felt no need to draw attention to the subject. Dona was probably just plain not in the mood today. It happened, even with the worst hell-spawn.
Yuna turned her attention to Mr. Auron Gedter, the teacher for this particular class, and listened to him talk about Spiran history. She snuck a few glances at her nemesis, but Dona never moved or said anything. She merely sat there with a sullen look on her face.
"I wonder what's gotten into her?" Yuna thought, unconsciously staring. Suddenly, a voice broke through her consciousness.
"Ms. Pyrea, is there a reason your not paying attention?" Auron asked. The class turned and looked, glad for a diversion. Yuna felt her face turn red.
"Uhh, uh, um, no. I just, just...I'm sorry Mr. Gedter. I didn't mean to disrespect you," she said quietly. Auron shrugged.
"This class is for your benefit, Ms. Pyrea. I expect you to pay attention," he said firmly, but gently. "It's what I expect of all of you. Now please turn to page 734, and read that to yourselves." Auron walked back to his desk and Yuna hurriedly opened her book and began to read about the history of the Ronso.
She smiled as she read it. It reminded her of Kimahri Ronso, her somewhat godfather, along with Auron. He was her legal secondary guardian just in case something ever happened to her parents. Kimahri lived on Mount Gagazet, and was quite the giant, though he was small for a Ronso.
She finished the chapter, and sat quietly until the bell rang. Auron came over to her. "Are you done?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said. "Will you do an errand for me?" he inquired. Yuna nodded.
"Good girl. Please take these papers up to Mrs. Wicks for me, and tell her thank you from me," he said, handing her a small stack of papers. Yuna nodded and headed off into the hall.
She was turning the corner into the corridor where Mrs. Wicks' room was, when she was hit by what felt like a small rocket. She fell to the ground, dropping the papers, and made a silent vow in her head to kill whoever did this. She looked up to see a blond guy with spiked hair, blue eyes, and an interesting fashion sense looking down at her. He looked puzzled for a moment, then his eyes widened.
"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" he asked, holding out a hand to help her up. Yuna looked at his hand for a moment, then took it and let him help her to her feet.
"Thank you," she said, bending over to gather up the papers. "No problem. It was my fault after all," he said, bending over to help her. When they were done with the chore, they straightened up and Tidus held out his hand once again.
"Hiya, I'm Tidus Carmona. You?" he asked cheerfully. Yuna shook his hand.
"Yuna Pyrea. You new here?" she inquired. Tidus nodded. "Does it show?" he joked. Yuna nodded, causing Tidus to look vaguely embarrassed. "Oh well, oh yeah! Do you know where room 212 is?" he asked.
Yuna nodded. "Down that hall, third to the right," she said, pointing as she spoke. Tidus grinned. "Thanks Yuna! Great name by the way," he said right before he sprinted off.
Yuna rolled her eyes. Rikku would have loved him. He had cute, perky, popular blitzball player written all over his freshly tanned face. She pushed him from her mind and headed into Mrs. Wicks' room.
After giving the teacher the papers and Auron's thanks, Yuna wandered aimlessly around the halls. The bell would ring in about two minutes, and that wouldn't give her enough time to go back to Auron's class, so she just hung around. She looked in a classroom window and saw Rikku in there, giggling with some other Al Bhed girl. Yuna grinned, her cousin was adapting well. And you know, so was she.
Disclaimer: I promised myself I wouldn't do this, but here I am, doing it. Oh well. I don't own Final Fantasy. Any of them. If you think I do, run. Now.
Rikku made it through her first class completely unscathed, and even a little bit relieved. She grinned to herself at the memory of that hot Al Bhed guy with the eye patch checking her out. She had flirted like mad with him, hoping he would pass her a note or something. No such luck. The guy had just smirked at her and started paying attention to the teacher. But, in true Rikku fashion, she had not given up, but had sworn a vow that she was going to get him as her date for the Winter Dance, or die trying! Or at least get badly wounded.
Yuna glared scathingly at her computer. It had froze up, right in the middle of her e-mail to her dad. "Why do these things always happen to me?" she thought despairingly. She had no doubt that Rikku had already gained the 'Teacher's Pet' label, caught some Al Bhed hottie's attention, and had probably made friends with most of her class already with her spunk and cheerful attitude. Yuna had no problems with the teachers, but the boy/friends issue was different.
"Need some help?" someone next to her said. Yuna turned and saw a girl with black hair down to her waist looking at her. Yuna gaped at the girl's exotic looks for a moment, till the girl snapped, "Is something interesting to you?" Yuna jumped, then apologized.
"It's fine, just pay attention next time. Do you want help or not?" the girl said. Yuna glared at her for a moment, then decided it was better not to look a gift horse in the mouth. She scooted over, making room for the girl, who said nothing, but sat next to Yuna, and looked at the computer. She reached over and pressed a few keys then...
"Voila," she said smugly. Yuna looked at the computer, then the girl. "Wow! Thanks. I never would have been able to do that myself!" The girl looked at Yuna as if she were a bit thick. "I just pressed Ctrl, Alt, Delete," she explained. Yuna felt her face turn red. "Oh, uh, heh. I knew that," she said sheepishly. "I'm sure you did. I'm Lulu Decorsmo by the way," said the girl. "Oh yeah, that's right. I'm Yuna Pyrea," Yuna said, extending a hand. As she did, she looked at Lulu's clothes and make-up. Lulu's dress was black, and had a built-in corset, and a fur collar, sleeves, and train. Her make- up was done rather dark and heavy, but where that would have looked bad on Yuna, it worked really well on Lulu. They shook, then sat back down in their respective seats. Lulu looked at Yuna.
"So how is it that you have no idea how to fix a small computer problem like that?" she asked. Yuna bristled. "I'm rather bad at technology stuff, ok?" she snapped. Lulu laughed. "I suppose not everyone is into computer technology," she commented. Yuna looked at her, surprised.
"Your into computer tech?" she asked, trying to hide her surprise. "Yes," said Lulu. "It's just for fun though. I'm more into the magic courses for a real job. Black of course. You?" Yuna thought for a moment.
"I like white magic. And no, I don't really like computer tech. But I do like voice, and dance. I'm pretty good with foreign languages. The arts are mostly what I'm interested in. You know theater, painting, stuff like that," she said, actually feeling pretty good about her choices. None were considered terribly odd, and despite Lulu's rather harsh introduction of herself, she seemed pretty pleasant to be around, and Yuna felt she could trust her rather rough acquaintance with these small tidbits of information about herself.
"You just said your interested in the Arts, correct?" Lulu asked. Yuna nodded. "But yet, you hate being the center of attention. A little odd, don't you think?" finished Lulu. Yuna sighed. "Yes, I suppose it is odd. But I really do love stuff like that, I'm just..you know. Shy," she said glumly. Lulu nodded. "I can see that in you. You really don't seem to like attention." Yuna nodded, acknowledging the truth in Lulu's statement. "Well with your cousin here, I don't think you'll be able to stay in the shadows for long," Lulu said. Yuna's head snapped around to look at Lulu.
"How do you know Rikku?" she asked.
"I don't. A cousin of mine does. She goes to the Al Bhed school that Rikku used to go to," Lulu said. "Her names Paine. Maybe you've heard Rikku talk about her?"
Yuna thought for a moment. "Yes, her name sounds familiar. I think I've heard Rikku speak of her before," she said.
"I thought as much. Paine does not speak nearly as much or as quickly but she does speak well of Rikku," Lulu said. Yuna nodded, lost in thought. Just then, then bell rang. As they started to put their stuff away, Lulu said to Yuna, "I'll look for you at lunch."
Yuna nodded and started off to her next class. On her way out the door, she ran into someone. A glance up proved her theory. It was Wakka, looking sheepish and out-of-breath.
"Sorry Yuna. I wasn't looking where I was goin' ya?" he said. Yuna sighed and said nothing, just bent over and started to pick up her books. Wakka helped, and soon all her books were in arm.
"Thank you Wakka," she said calmly, as she walked away. Despite her aloof attitude towards him, Yuna felt bad about her behavior. Wakka was one of the few people that she could truly call a friend, yet she didn't feel she was really a friend to him. His good, forgiving nature often got the better of him, and like Yuna, he was usually the first one to apologize in an argument, even when he was right. His one big flaw was his steadfast, unmoving, devotion to the Yevonite faith. It was a faith he shared with Yuna, but even despite the fact that her father was a priest of Yevon, she still didn't take it as seriously as Wakka did.
Yuna walked into her next class. The one person who dared harass her was here. Dona. Dona was no more popular than Yuna was, but often got her kicks torturing the girl, and there was nothing Yuna could do about it. No one knew Yuna, so no one would stand up for her, and Yuna herself didn't have much of a fighting spirit, except in the cases of a few people.
Surprisingly though, her scantily clad torturer had little to say today. Yuna was surprised, but felt no need to draw attention to the subject. Dona was probably just plain not in the mood today. It happened, even with the worst hell-spawn.
Yuna turned her attention to Mr. Auron Gedter, the teacher for this particular class, and listened to him talk about Spiran history. She snuck a few glances at her nemesis, but Dona never moved or said anything. She merely sat there with a sullen look on her face.
"I wonder what's gotten into her?" Yuna thought, unconsciously staring. Suddenly, a voice broke through her consciousness.
"Ms. Pyrea, is there a reason your not paying attention?" Auron asked. The class turned and looked, glad for a diversion. Yuna felt her face turn red.
"Uhh, uh, um, no. I just, just...I'm sorry Mr. Gedter. I didn't mean to disrespect you," she said quietly. Auron shrugged.
"This class is for your benefit, Ms. Pyrea. I expect you to pay attention," he said firmly, but gently. "It's what I expect of all of you. Now please turn to page 734, and read that to yourselves." Auron walked back to his desk and Yuna hurriedly opened her book and began to read about the history of the Ronso.
She smiled as she read it. It reminded her of Kimahri Ronso, her somewhat godfather, along with Auron. He was her legal secondary guardian just in case something ever happened to her parents. Kimahri lived on Mount Gagazet, and was quite the giant, though he was small for a Ronso.
She finished the chapter, and sat quietly until the bell rang. Auron came over to her. "Are you done?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she said. "Will you do an errand for me?" he inquired. Yuna nodded.
"Good girl. Please take these papers up to Mrs. Wicks for me, and tell her thank you from me," he said, handing her a small stack of papers. Yuna nodded and headed off into the hall.
She was turning the corner into the corridor where Mrs. Wicks' room was, when she was hit by what felt like a small rocket. She fell to the ground, dropping the papers, and made a silent vow in her head to kill whoever did this. She looked up to see a blond guy with spiked hair, blue eyes, and an interesting fashion sense looking down at her. He looked puzzled for a moment, then his eyes widened.
"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" he asked, holding out a hand to help her up. Yuna looked at his hand for a moment, then took it and let him help her to her feet.
"Thank you," she said, bending over to gather up the papers. "No problem. It was my fault after all," he said, bending over to help her. When they were done with the chore, they straightened up and Tidus held out his hand once again.
"Hiya, I'm Tidus Carmona. You?" he asked cheerfully. Yuna shook his hand.
"Yuna Pyrea. You new here?" she inquired. Tidus nodded. "Does it show?" he joked. Yuna nodded, causing Tidus to look vaguely embarrassed. "Oh well, oh yeah! Do you know where room 212 is?" he asked.
Yuna nodded. "Down that hall, third to the right," she said, pointing as she spoke. Tidus grinned. "Thanks Yuna! Great name by the way," he said right before he sprinted off.
Yuna rolled her eyes. Rikku would have loved him. He had cute, perky, popular blitzball player written all over his freshly tanned face. She pushed him from her mind and headed into Mrs. Wicks' room.
After giving the teacher the papers and Auron's thanks, Yuna wandered aimlessly around the halls. The bell would ring in about two minutes, and that wouldn't give her enough time to go back to Auron's class, so she just hung around. She looked in a classroom window and saw Rikku in there, giggling with some other Al Bhed girl. Yuna grinned, her cousin was adapting well. And you know, so was she.