Distribution: Interested in hosting this fic? Please ask me first. :-)
Rating: PG-13 through R; mostly because of the dirty language and references made here XD
Disclaimer: I hate these! lol but they have to be done so my ass won't be sued...anyways; you know...I don't own Final Fantasy or its characters. So there!
Author's Notes~ Hello once again, I know most of you want me to finish up 'From the Heart' first, but I just couldn't resist ^_^ I had to jot this story down; I really wanted to write a FULL AU story. Even though this type of fiction is popular among other stories, I guess you could say that I was inspired by a lot of angst teen novels and films. ;-) I would love to name them all, but I'd bore you to death with the entire list. lol Anyways this fic is in Tidus' POV, so just to make sure you wouldn't get confused. Okie dokie?
* * *
PART I : BEGINNINGS
It all started out as joke.
It was supposed to be funny joke. One where I would have not stopped laughing even if I tried. But even so with many excuses to begin with this hilarious idea that Dona and Bickson came up with, I'd be the one that ended up being the real joke. In fact, coming to think of the "hilarious idea" I was the first to think that I'd be the one to laugh. Laugh at the humiliation and the usage of one of the lowest people on the social ladder of Zanarkand High. But everything went wrong...yet it felt so right. I had no idea that I'd end up feeling this certain emotion that I thought I locked up ever since my mom died. I could tell you right now that I would have been dead miserable if it weren't for her.
If it weren't for Yuna.
But first before I let you know what's going on now, let me tell you this little story that I, myself had always kept reminding myself that it takes more than looks to know what you really thought about that certain person. In case you're wondering, my name is Tidus, a senior in Bevelle High, and star player for the Zanarkand Abes. I guess you could say I had my luck in life in being Mr. Popular, but let me tell you this: it sucks being known sometimes. I especially hated everyone treated me like a total jock because I had what they've wanted. Or the reason being that my dad, Jecht, had been one of the most well-known blitzball players to this very day. And one of the people I had loathed since birth.
Anyways it started back in August, the first week of school. The week where I'd finally find myself at peace when I could finally graduate and get away from the so called 'life' everyone had thought up for me. I was back with my smile as soon as I started walking down the hallway, checking out the number of blitzball trophies that were now sitting in the championship cases. I grinned at the satisfaction knowing that we hadn't lost a single tournament, and I tended to keep it that way. As I kept walking down the hallway, I noticed the girls pass by with a smile; a sudden twinkle appearing in their eyes. I winked just to keep up the ole' Tidus charm that had every girl dying to have a date with me. Sound cocky? Well it's the truth if you're wondering.
Anyways I keep walking towards the middle yard of the school, where the school flag pole would rise into the sky like a tall building, I see my group of friends all bunched up together so you couldn't really see the middle.
"Ey! Look who's here, ya?"
Was the first voice that caught up with my mind, and I only managed a full-fledged grin as I caught my hand with his into our little handshake that we've been doing ever since the 3rd grade. It looked sort of cheesy; but I liked how we kept the tradition goin'.
"How's it goin' Wakka? Haven't changed since I last saw ya," I told him, laying all my books that I had with me for the first school day sitting on the wooden bench.
"Eh, not bad. Kind of shitty to have school back in session, but whatcha gonna do 'bout it ya?"
I laughed at his laziness, Wakka tended to be the lazy and very slow ones if you will when it comes to assignments or homework. But if you just see him blazing off the sphere when it comes to blitzball, you'd think that Wakka had good grades. Sadly though, Wakka didn't seem to care about education.
As I continued to stir up a bit of conversations with Jassu and the rest of the team, I came across that very same voice that I had been encountering ever since that time we...well...started going out.
"Is that MY Tidus?" a husky voice countered.
I only turn to see Dona there, that smile that had every guy on their knees with puppy dog eyes. At the beginning, I did sort of have a thing for Dona, took me a while to establish to my liking that I thought that she was what I looked for in a girl. Looks, looks, and well from the rumors that I've heard a good "laid" back person. At that time I was caught onto her like a hook, line and sinker. She had almost every guy on the team wrapped around that finger of hers. And when she takes control like that, you don't know quite to expect. If you know what I mean.
I gave lifted her off the ground as I embraced her into a huge hug, her arms around my shoulders as she laughed. I regretted it however, just even doing such a thing with her. To have this...bond with her. I'd think so much for myself. But anyways, on with the story...
She kept laughing as her legs tried desperately to wrap around my waist. "Stop Tidus!" she said between laughs, "Put me down!"
I did what she ordered, and as I did so, I gave her wink in my offer. She giggled, placing her fake nails on her mouth as she began to lick her lips. Before, I liked it...but now, thinking about it, it just makes me want to run for my life.
"Hey you two! Not here okay?!" a voice joked, and I realized that it was my ole' buddy Bickson. He and I go way back. Even before me and Wakka had ever met. Our fathers had been famous blitzball players too, and we always tend to share each others stories of experiences. I tell you now, that I never had as close as a brother as Bickson.
Instantly, he slapped me not to quite to hurt but enough to get me out that situation between me and Dona. I huffed jokingly, as I grabbed his head and started to give him a nuggie - a hard painful one. Of course, the pain that settled with Bickson didn't bother him since he just kept laughing and laughing with every movement I made with my fists. The laughing continued, but somehow while I was in the middle of punching Wakka playfully next into his pudgy stomach of his, there was a brief paused as we started to look towards one of those 'under-desirable' teens that shouldn't belong in our world.
There was a fit full of giggles and laughs as she kept walking with her books held high, clutching them tight around with her arms as she continued to walk with her eyes towards the sky looking at the flag that was waving very quietly and gently. At first, I looked at her as if she was still the crazy lunatic I've heard about ever since the 3rd grade - those secret stories that I've heard about the girl that was walking into a laughing stock filled with...us.
I noticed that smirk on Dona's face, as she began to tell Jassu to hold onto her books. I arched a brow into what in the world what Dona had in mind. She always tend to humiliate the very living thing that was not on her level, she had that habit of creating a laughing stock out of people like her.
People like her.
Yuna had always been that loner girl ever since she moved here in Zanarkand, way back into the 3rd grade. She was a very pale student, and was a bit unusual too. She had two different eye colors, a green on the left side and blue on the right side. It scared me a little just to notice the two mis-match between them. And plus, Yuna had a tendency to dress very well, how should I say this? Well she dressed very elegantly but it was unlike anything any of us saw before. They had said many stories that she had wanted to become a White Mage or a Summoner when she became older...and that was when we named her all the names on the book we could find.
Freak. Loser. White-Mage Trash.
It surprised me that she hadn't cried at all during the time we've shunned her like that. She seemed very careful about it, not wanting to let her emotions run out to quickly. Well in my case, I guess. I didn't know why I didn't react back then like I am now.
As Dona began making her way towards Yuna, everyone had to stifle a laugh as Yuna still kept looking upon that blue sky or whatever she was looking at. But while the minutes have passed by with suppressed laughter, a burst full of giggles set off like a bomb as soon as Dona knocked Yuna off her feet, as if she bumped into her by accident.
We all knew that it wasn't an accident.
Yuna had reacted as if she had been hit by a truck, her body sprawled all over the sidewalk concrete, her books scattered around like it was debris of the last minute collision.
"Whoops, sorry. Maybe next time you should look where you're going?" she said coldly, instantly kicking the notebook that Yuna still held in her arms out of her reach. Scattering the contents of the notebook everywhere.
That was when I heard her scream in shock and terror as Dona started to come towards us. I didn't know why, but I started laughing at the scene I saw there. Apparently it was funny to me back then, I laughed so hard as Yuna started to cry out as I felt the breeze started to blow very rapidly, making her papers that were stuffed into a notebook fly off father and father out of her reach as she tried to grab them. It just looked so hilarious.
"No! This can't be happening!" I heard her yell, as she tried to grab the few messes of paper that was left. It only looked like about a few sheets that were left in her hand. Next thing I knew, I heard a fitful of laughs, everywhere I turned I started to hear my own chuckles and then sooner or later it was overcome with pools of laughter. I didn't feel sorry for her back then, as I watched the last few minutes of the Freak grabbing the flying paper swirl around her.
* * *
The bell rang shortly after the humorous show that Dona had quite started earlier; it was time for first period. It kinda urked me as soon as I walked into the hallways that was packed filled with Seniors and teachers. If you haven't known. Zanarkand separated Freshmen, Juniors, etc. into different sectors. The Seniors this year had the first two floors of the large metropolitan school. And I was glad, it felt only yesterday I had came into this school that I was a Freshmen.
Anyways, I started to look at my schedule that I had gotten earlier before school had started and I realized that I had English Honors for first period. I kind of laughed it off somehow, yeah I admit...I've always I had this thing for writing, too. It was a very close second to blitzball, however I never really looked up to blitzball as a professional career anyways. I've always was interested into becoming a journalist someday, maybe an author of some sort. Of course, back then no one had really ever read my writing back then. Everyone thought that books and essays were a bunch of chocobo shit. Bickson never really questioned it neither.
As I entered the classroom and gave out a nod to anyone that I knew of that was in my class, and that was only one person...Seymour Guado. He and I were as almost as close as Bickson, somewhat like a brother of some sort. He doesn't have a lack in manners though, but his humor towards others was unbeatable. But there was something about him that really bothered me however. We never really knew about his past life, before he had came here in Zanarkand in the 9th grade. He made a couple of changes when he came around, switching out a few former friends of mine out of our leagues.
He had his usual grin that morning when I came inside the classroom, giving him a high five of our own as he returned the favor.
"Looks like we have first period together, huh?" he said, taking out his schedule as the second bell rang in case of anyone late.
I nodded and I compared mine schedule to his, we had the same lunch schedule and that was it. I still pondered about who else had other classes with me. Of course, comparing my grade point averages out of the groupie it seemed that I had a high grade average of a 4.0 - perfect A's. I remember Dona having at least a 2.1, and Wakka had a 1.0. Bickson however, was the closest - with a 3.9 average. Not bad if you check out his report card.
The loud noises of paper balls being thrown and the loud vulgar conversations came to abrupt stop as the teacher came in. I smirked as he walked in with his usual slump and boldness like usual, ever since I first met him when I was young he always walked the same way he was walking now. It never really changed. And now here I was sitting in class as him as my English Honors teacher.
I decided to mess around with him just a little.
" 'Sup Auron!" I yelled raising my hand, nodding my head as he looked at me underneath those dim sunglasses. I only saw him roll his eyes though, and I heard giggles coming from girls from the left side of the classroom. I didn't quite catch what he was murmuring though as he grabbed a piece of chalk from the blackboard. But he must have said he was sure excited to have me in his class. I saw Seymour had to stifle from laughing so hard, he had his head down arms hiding his laughing face as he heard him trying not to laugh. Which made him sound like he was choking or something, but I couldn't help it, I smirked just to cover up the guilt of making Auron the laughing stock.
Just when I was about to have my little fun against the old guy, everyone jumped out of their seats as they heard the door swing open in a loud WHOOSH! that made my ears ring.
That was when I saw her panting from a tired perspective, her papers in a crumpled mess. Her hair had been tousled a tangled as she began to brush it with her hand, everyone trying not to laugh at the scene they were looking at now. I had to arch a brow, wondering why in the world she was still chasing after those papers? It was no big deal. They were just papers; you can always buy some at the school supply store anyways. What was the big point of fretting over papers?
Auron then paused to see her standing there, her face flushed.
"Ms. Yuna Dearing? May I ask why you are a bit late?" he asked, crossing his arms, his eyes fixed on hers seriously under those dim sunglasses of his.
She sounded out of breath, "I'm...sorry...I...droppedmypapersonthegroundand-"
Auron put up his hands as a sign of an understanding gesture, or to just not listen to what she had to say. It was sad, although she didn't seem to mind. Yep, Ole' Auron gave no mercy to a person when he or she was late for class. But I guess he went a little soft on her, because after all, it was the first day of school.
"Please, Yuna please sit down."
She seemed a bit hesitant while she looked at the countless mockery and stares that were aiming directly at her, at the time I chuckled - and in the end I do now regret doing so.
At that moment when she came closer to the empty seat in front of me, I hadn't noticed the pain in her eyes, but when she easily looked at me rapidly, I had notice a sudden dreary expression as if she didn't want to be. At that time, I paid no attention to it. But inside, I felt sorry for her. Shunned and dismissed from everyone in the school. I even wonder if she even had friends to talked to.
I smirked as I began to lay back into my desk chair, placing my hands behind my head as she had herself situated in the desk in front of me. Back then, I had to laugh at her expression she was relieving to show right now. Her face was looking at the floor of the classroom, hiding her face at the cold stares coming from her classmates' eyes.
I leaned back further into my chair, "Well look who's sitting up here with big guys," I whispered, but I knew she could hear me. She jerked at the sound of the cruelty in my voice, but she did look up or turn back around to look at me.
It was then that Seymour began to smirk as well, and leaning carefully in his desk chair he barely said upon a whisper.
"And it's not pretty."
I laughed. A disgusting laugh that probably made her stomach curl into anger and hurt. Of course, at that time I had no use for her, she wasn't a part of my life, and she HAD no life.
But later during my day, I realized that everything that I had said and done to her would be proven wrong.
END CHAPTER ONE
-----------------------
A/N~ Tidus is such a meanie in parts of the story, not to mention he's hanging with the wrong girl -_-;; But that's gonna change soon! ^^ Anyways what do you think? Think I should keep going? NO FLAMES OKAY!! XD
