A. N. Sorry it's been taking so long to update. I've had a really busy month. For details, email me. Oh yeah, and the line, "The sun is shining, the laundry smells clean and p.b and j smells really good ya know?" belongs to seifersfire. I borrowed it and now I must give credit.

Disclaimer: Whistles happily

The walk to school was slightly tense on Rikku's side of the conversation, as she was still red-faced over the shirt incident. However, Tidus and Yuna were getting along just fine.

"So Yuna, what ya gonna major in?" Tidus asked her good-naturedly.

Yuna smiled. "I'm not really sure. My mom wants me to major in social services," she said.

Tidus blinked. "But what do you want to do? You have a choice. Not just what your folks want you to do, but what do you want to do?"

Yuna looked sheepish. "I don't really know. I got so caught up in what my mom wants me to do, I haven't really thought about what I would like to do," she said in a small voice.

Tidus looked at her. Yuna appeared to be uncomfortable. He touched her shoulder. She looked at him then smiled in a rather depressed smile. Tidus frowned.

"You should tell her what you think. Nobody has the right to tell you what you should do for the rest of your life. That's your decision. It sounds to me like your mom's not keen on you being your own person," he stated firmly.

"Oh no! My mother's very good. She's just a little overbearing," Yuna said quickly.

"How? How is she overbearing?" Tidus said.

"Well...she wants me to go to a college near her, and she decided that she didn't want me to get married till I'm twenty-five," Yuna said mildly.

She was met with silence. She turned and saw Tidus looking at her, jaw agape. He finally got a hold on himself.

"A little overbearing? Yuna, what would you call a lot overbearing? Doesn't it bother you that you have no choice about what you want to do with your life? That you can't do anything without your mom's say?" Tidus said sharply.

Yuna looked a little hurt. "My dad's not around a whole lot. She's kind of an only parent, so she needs to be protective!" she said in a wounded voice.

"I'm sorry, it's just that doesn't seem fair," he said quietly.

Yuna smiled. "I know. It seems that way to a lot of people," she said.

They smiled at each other for a moment, when Rikku broke the silence and with it, the mood.

"Hey. Hey! Short person with matching short legs coming through! Hey! Are you guys listening? You're walking too darn fast!" Rikku whined running up to them, as she had fallen rather far behind her long-legged companions.

Yuna and Tidus exchanged a glance before turning their attention back to the fifteen-year old in front of them.

"You guys are just mean! Ignoring sweet little me!" Rikku said in a sing song voice.

They all grinned at one another before continuing on the road to school.

"Braska! Braska!" Maester Kelk rumbled in his deep Ronso voice.

"Yes?" The priest said, turning.

"Could you do Kelk a favor my friend?" Kelk asked. He waited for Braska's nod before continuing.

"Could you go to Jyscal's office and get the appointment papers for Kelk? They should be on his desk. Yes? Thank you. Kelk appreciates the favor," the Ronso said as happily as his priestly demeanor would allow.

Braska smiled and went down the hall to the Head Maester's office. He went inside, turning on the light as he did so.

He walked over to the desk. To his surprise, the papers were not there. He opened a few drawers, finding nothing.

Braska tried the last drawer, hoping to find the documents in this one, but found it to be locked.

He turned his back on the drawer. He searched the rest of the room, finding a few other locked things, but no papers. He sighed and started to leave the room, but as he was about to leave, he found himself thinking about that locked drawer.

Before the man knew what he was doing, he had used magic to open the drawer and was looking through the contents on the inside. He was shocked with what he saw.

Embezzlement of the Temple, bribery of school officials for Seymour's grades, bribery of church officials to make Seymour a Maester, and records of shady deals made with politicians, police, and known drug dealers. All that contained in that one drawer.

Further searches of the office produced even more details about Jyscal.

Braska sat wearily, illegal records in hand. How could this be happening? Things like this were unthinkable for a Maester. It was one thing to deny him the Maestership. It was another to blatently lie to the citizens of Spira, who trusted them all with their whole hearts.

"Nice of you to join me Braska."

Braska didn't even need to turn. He knew Jyscal's voice well after years of knowing him.

"Why Jyscal?" he said quietly.

"You'll know soon enough, my dear friend," Jyscal said as he reached for the alarm on the side of the door.

A.N. I'm sorry. I know I didn't offer any warning in the summery. However, it adds interest don't you think? Also sorry it's so short. Been very busy. Anyway, please read and review. Huggles to all and to all a good night!