A.N. Ok, I'm starting my next chappie now. Everyone reviewed so fast! I am pleased! Oh yeah and thanks to all my reviewers! To those that didn't enjoy it, thanks for giving me your honest opinion gently, and not flaming me.

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"Tidus! Are you going to ever grace the class with your attention? Or do I have to get rough?" said Professor Zuke Illan.

Tidus head jerked up, suddenly he was looking straight at Zuke, his math teacher. Zuke did not look pleased, something that would not have upset Tidus too much, he lived to torture stiff teachers. He leaned back in his seat satisfied.

Problem was, after a moment of staring at Zuke's disapproving face, he remembered where he had seen the man before.

Zuke was the coach of the blitzball team. Tidus had seen him only briefly when Zuke had called try-outs in a resent school assembly.

Suddenly, he wasn't so happy anymore.

"Mr. Carmona, I expect an answer. If this is the kind of attitude I can expect from you, don't bother trying out for the team. I don't take slackers in Math, and definitely don't take them in Bliztball. You get me kid?" Zuke grit out, glaring at Tidus particularly heatedly.

Tidus nodded, feeling the usual rebellion surging up in his system. Zuke reminded him of his father. He practically had to bite his tongue in half to keep from cheeking the man the way he cheeked his old man.

"Yes sir. I understand," he said sulkily, just barely managing to keep his tone civil.

Suddenly, much to Tidus' surprise, Zuke threw back his head, and laughed heartily. Tidus stared, slightly distressed at his teacher, yet trying to maintain his surly demeanor at the same time.

He failed. "Why are you laughing at me?" he demanded.

Zuke stopped laughing. "You, my boy, are Jecht's son aren't you?"

Tidus stared. "Ye-es," he answered slowly. "Why?"

"You remind me of him," Zuke answered with a chuckle.

Tidus tried hard not to explode. "How?" he said cooly, trying to maintain his calm.

"Well first..." Zuke stopped, and looked around the class. "I'll tell ya later kid. I got a class to attend to."

Tidus sat through the rest of the class practically steaming at the ears. Being compared to the man he hated most in his life? It was by far the most humiliating thing he could ever experience! It was enough to have him foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog!

The class went on for what seemed like days. Tidus was just about to jump up, raving like a lunatic, when mercifully, the bell rang.

The rest of the class filed out, but Tidus leapt to his feet, and practically ran up to Zuke's desk.

"How am I like my old man? No, scratch that. How do you do know him?" Tidus demanded sharply.

Zuke smiled. "I knew him from old Blitz games. We used to be on a team together, before he went pro, and I turned to coaching. And the ways your like him aren't many, but they are there. Such as your temper, your affinity for blitzball, your disregard for rules...and so forth. Well, in any case, tell him ol' Zuke says hi," Zuke finished.

Tidus looked at the man blankly. "Well get goin' kid. Your next class is in about five minutes!" Zuke said impatiently.

Tidus wandered out of his class, feeling very flat. Zuke had said most of that in one breath. He hated it when people did that. It allowed him no time to have his say, and when they were done and wanted you to leave, you left. There was no other way to deal with it, much to his irritation.

"Hi Tidus!"

He turned and saw Yuna walking towards him, waving a cheerful hello. He waved back, then jogged towards her.

"Hiya Yuna! What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just heading to my next class. Which you should be doing too, I might add," she said smiling.

Tidus grinned. "Want me to walk you to your next class?" he offered.

"No, that's alright. You really should be heading to your next class," she said, starting to walk by him.

Tidus caught her arm. "They won't miss me," he lied. Yuna gave him a look.

"You've barely been here a few days, and your already confident that your teachers won't care that your late?" she said.

Tidus nodded cheerfully. Yuna smiled and shook her head.

"Well, do as you wish, but I refuse to be late," she said calmly, walking past him.

Tidus ran up beside her. "You're really a grade-grind, huh?" he said blandly.

Yuna shot him a look. "I guess from your tone that that's a bad thing," she said slightly sharply.

"Well, if you devote too much time to your studies, there's no time for much else," he said, trying to be tactful.

"Well, try having my mom. I can't do anything if I don't do my homework first. Try it. It's not terribly pleasant," Yuna said, crankiness creeping into her tone. The idea that yet another person had established her a so- called "grade grind" bothered her greatly. And a new guy at that! It wasn't her fault or choice. It was either that, or be consistently grounded until she was eighteen.

"Cripes, sorry Yuna. I didn't mean to offend you," Tidus said. He waited for a moment for Yuna to say something. She didn't.

"Um, maybe...I should...go...to class," he said, hesitating after every few words to see if she changed her mind. Once again, he waited in vain, and as such, started off for his next class, which he would most assuredly be late for.

Yuna felt a slight stab of guilt, but was determined not to quail under it. Lulu was right, she apologized far too much.

"What? But...that's impossible! There's no way I please speak to him? No?... I understand. Thank you. Are you sure? Yes, that's what I thought. Thank you officer."

Auron disconnected the sphere, shoulders drooping visibly as he did so. Ms. Guive, the secretary, patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Is something wrong Auron?" asked the sixty-year old woman.

Auron nodded. Something was wrong all right. Something was very wrong, indeed.

"Lorenna, I know it's upsetting, but..."

"But nothing, Auron! I want a full explanation! And when Yuna gets home from school, she will have one as well!"

Auron looked at Lorenna Pyrea, who was looking at him, and expression between anger and misery on her face.

"Lorenna, I got a call from Jarod. Braska is in prison because...Maester Jyscal caught him committing an...illicit act with a non-consenting young lady," Auron said tactfully, knowing it would not help Lorenna's feelings.

"What!? Auron, there must be some mistake! My husband, he's not a rapist! He...can't be. I..." Auron cut her off gently.

"There's more Lorenna. Apparently, he's also been embezzling funds from the church. Also, Jyscal says that he suspects that this isn't the first girl Braska has done this to. There have been at least seven more, all under age of consent, according to Jyscal," Auron said quietly.

Before his eyes, the normally strong, proud figure of Lorenna Pyrea melted, sobbing, to the floor. Auron crouched next to her.

"Lorenna, I know you don't believe it. Neither do I, for that matter. But it doesn't matter what we believe. If somebody doesn't manage to prove Braska innocent, he's going to the firing range," he said sharply.

He tried not to look away as the Al Bhed woman stared in pure, open- mouthed, horror at him.

"What? T.. To...the r...range? B...but, no! We haven't used the death penalty for two years!" Lorenna said.

"I know Lorenna," Auron said, standing. "That's what's making me wonder."

"Wonder what?" she asked, picking herself up with Auron's assistance.

"Don't worry about it Lorenna. Don't get involved. Just take care of Yuna. Tell her the truth. She can call me if she needs to. Oh yes. Do you all still have Jecht Carmona's sphere call dials?" he asked, pulling on his coat.

"Maybe. Why?" Lorenna asked.

"Don't worry about it. I just need them. If you don't, his son is now attending the school. I'll ask him. Good-bye, Lady," he said calmly.

Lorenna stared at the door for a few moments before turning and walking into the kitchen. She connected the sphere, and dialed Bevelle High's dials.

"Hello, Bevelle High," Ms. Guive's gentle voice came over the phone.

"Hello, Ms. Guive, this is Lorenna Pyrea. Please call Yuna to the office. I'll be coming to get her shortly," Lorenna said.

"Yes, Mrs. Pyrea."

A.N.

Well, that was very interesting to write. I hope you all enjoy it. If not, tell me, but gently. Thank you.

Huggles to all, and to all, a good night.