Author's Note: Blah, it's been a while since I wrote chapters for my stories. But I had been suffering writer's block. :-( I know everyone is waiting for updates on 'From The Heart' but I'm having a real hard time getting the words out for the next chapter. But I'm working really hard for the next chapter, without any inspiration. I finished FFX-2 a long time ago, lol but I don't know what happened after that. I just felt very unmotivated afterwards. :-/  Well anyways, while I came back on Fanfiction.net, I read more FFX stories and I tried to do whatever I can to get my motivation back.

I don't know why exactly, but after reading the first chapter of this fic, I decided to work on it a bit more. So to tell you the truth, I don't know exactly when the next chapter for 'From The Heart' will come out. If anyone would like to give me suggestions for the fic, I'll be extremely happy. :-) Anyways I apologize very muchos to you guys, because you deserve a good fic, and what would be a good fic without updates?

Chapter Two - Unexpected Turns

So the day came by slower as the classes became a bit more dull as the clock kept ticking, noting how many hours had it been. It was nearly afternoon as I sat mute during the Al Bhed language program class that was going on. With Mr. Rin occupied, I tended to look at the classmates that were now sitting in their proper seating order. Not one friend had I seen since first period, when Seymour was around. I had to feel a bit of a loner when I entered the room with no familiar faces, but I had to notice something quite odd with my class schedule. Everytime that I had entered class, it seemed that Yuna would be in the same one as well. I had to arch a brow at that - pure weirdness, was what I called it back then. I didn't want anything to do with her, and yet she was nearly in every class that I was in.

During the minute when Mr. Rin was giving away the few rules to the classroom, I looked around the room, staring around in space was my hobby if I was ever bored. Man and do I remember when my old man used to have a fit when he saw me not paying any attention to him whatsoever. He had always told me 'You better get your act together, boy. Or else you're gonna wind up in a bunch of chocobo shit...' and I always laughed. It was funny when I thought about it, because I never was in crap that I had nothing to do with me. I always stayed out of everyone's business that didn't concern me or my friends.

Afterwards, I hated my father after that. He was too pushy after being that so called 'celebrity' or rise to fame because of blitzball. Yeah, I had been a big follower in fate, but when I told my old man that I wanted to be a blitzball player... his response?

'Tryin' to follow in my footsteps are ya?'

That got me so damn mad! Yeah, so what if he was famous? I wanted to do this for my own sake, for my own time. I didn't want to follow his lead just because he did it, doesn't mean that I had to do it too. Later on he believed that I was going to do it all my life... just like him. Well I can tell you now, just because I had a passion for a certain sport doesn't mean I want to do it all my life. Yes, I love blitzball - I consider it a sport not for the weak of heart. If you have no determination, you were nothing in blitzball. But I didn't want to use most of my determination on blitzball. To me, that's not really making a living. It's really just something you do for fun. What I really had in mind to do all my life was to be a writer... and his response?

'A writer?... A WRITER?! What the fuck do you want to be a writer for?'

Like I said, he wasn't a supporter by my shoulder for anything but blitzball. If mom was around however, I knew that mom would be by my side no matter what choice I wanted to make for my future. I knew she was the type who would hug you when you did well no matter what subject you did. But Jecht... my own father... he'd just shrug it off. But I seriously didn't care after that; I was just wasting my breath on what was happening or all the stuff that was going on in school.

During that time as I contemplated over the issues of the father I had known, I felt a pair of mismatched eyes towards me.

I looked up to see Mr. Rin still explaining the rules and expectancies in her class; but as I looked up, I saw Yuna staring back directly at me. She was 2 rows from the left of me, and she seemed as if she wanted to ask me 'what was wrong' or 'what's the matter'. I kind of stared back at her... and I became annoyed. You see, I'm easily annoyed if anyone looks at me if I was having any troubles, I could take care of myself. I can see things through. And when a stare was coming from Yuna... you would scowl at her. At least, that was my friends were doing...

And that was what I did. I scowled at her, in possibly the cruelest way.

"What are you looking at?" I mouthed silently to her, an anger glint from my eyes. I pretended not to notice the hurt in her eyes as she looked down on the floor and turned to face the front to where Mr. Rin still spoke.

My stomach grumbled as I heard the tone of the bell go off - noting that it was lunch time. I sighed much to my relief when I was the first one out of the classroom, hurrying down the hallways just in time to wait at the front doors of the cafeteria. It was a little group thing we did, when my friends would meet up and have lunch together. Another tradition point for us. Actually, most people in the Senior level would do it, but nothing could compare to ours. Yeah, we were labeled as the 'popular' group in Zanarkand High; but I didn't care much for the title reign. At first, it was awkward, but eventually I just went with it. I found it pretty funny...really.

As I waited, leaning in the wall corridor as a line of students began to pile towards the cafeteria entrance, I had noticed a few recognize the familiar faces of Bickson and Wakka. I laughed as they slapped me our little hand gestures, followed by the others including Dona and her friends. We all gathered, waiting for the students that were currently having trouble to get in the cafeteria to calm down. It was pretty hectic when it came to lunch, and it was extremely hard for everyone to even find a table. But we managed to get one reserved... 'Label table' I used to call it. Yep, we were supposedly 'lucky', we had whatever we wanted, and we had OUR way.

And now, when I truly think about it... having our way wasn't exactly what I thought as a grateful matter when I had learned this sometime a bit later...

As the group began to talk amongst topics including their day and their classes, we had our usual timing as the few students started to finally, and I mean finally get their lunches. Dona came close by to me, as she entwined her fingers to mine - the others followed us soon afterward. Dona had that smile as she began to lean into me... and I smiled too, knowing I had a possible score as I opened the door for the group. As everyone began to laugh excitedly when we tried to enter... Our smiles slowly were soon deleted from our facial expression as we saw that Yuna walk in front of us, her usual lunch paper bag in her hand.

I was shocked. No one really had the guts to step in front of us! I had known no one that had usually crossed our paths like that! I had a chance just to check how everyone was responding to this, and man, did it cause a creep talk! Dona was literally narrowing her eyes as Yuna began to look for her usual loner seat in the lunch tables. Wakka had to shake her head, Seymour with his mouth agape, Jassu scratching his head in confusion. But the only person that I had seen laugh at the whole segment was Bickson, he was actually chuckling at something about it, and he had that twinkle in his eyes - that I had not quite known. Something was bound to happen as soon we got to our lunch table. And feelings like that were usually right.

"What's so damned funny?" Dona asked, pushing Bickson to his senses. "That little freak just walked in front of us like we didn't matter!"

Bickson only laughed harder, right then while I was still grasping Dona's hand - I could instantly feel the tight grip from her hand as the sting of her finger nails digged into my skin. As I walked towards the selection of foods, Bickson then poked his elbow in my ribs, still with his chuckle from his lips. I arched a brow at him; Bickson sure can be a little weird. I chose my plate of food - nothing much but a normal bowl steamy chicken noodle soup and salad. Dona had chosen the same; her anger steam hadn't really left quite yet, as she sat upon the table seats.

Dona sure had temper when it came to people including Yuna. She had never really liked the underrated people, usually stepping upon their backs painfully and humiliate them. She wanted to leave a mark on her territory when it came to the social classes of school popularity. She never wanted to let up her record, knowing that she was the dominate female in school. And dominate was the word to be described for her - I couldn't exactly put my foot on it, but I knew she had always wanted to hurt Yuna. At that time when I was with her, I didn't care what she did to her. Because I knew for sure that I had no heart and no emotion towards those kind of people that were not even close to us. Yuna had never been close to me, yet I've known her since 3rd grade. But still, I did not have a care in the world for poor, useless Yuna...

Poor, useless Yuna.

As everyone crammed on their lunch seats, talking amongst themselves, Bickson still had that smirk on his face. I had to stare at him for a moment, noticing his eyes to wander at the corner of the lunch room. The place where Yuna usually sat, by herself. I soon tended to follow my eyes towards the direction he was staring at, and I was trying to suppress a laugh. I noticed that little Yuna wasn't by herself after all, but along side she was sitting next to that new exchange student from Bikanel Island. An Al Bhed race was the chick, and I grinned, she was pretty hot. Except for the fact that she was sitting next to a person whom everyone despised.

"You know what? I have an idea..." he boomed, everyone pausing to stare at the blitzball player. I arched a brow, wondering what kind of plan he was setting too. Bickson was the kind of person who liked to cause a great deep havoc of pranks... one that truly tore the victim's insides - mostly the heart. At that time, I loved his sense of humor, and I actually laughed when people broke down into tears and cried their eyes out. Some people that he had played those usual ideas to never came back to Zanarkand High. Usually switched out from humiliation, I hadn't really thought about any of the victims emotions, until...

"And what might that be?" Dona queried, taking a slurp from her chicken noodle soup.

"I'm really glad you asked that Dona, because I'm actually thinking of this idea as another prank that's gonna lead up until whenever I say it's over." 

Bickson grinned as he began to look at every guy that was sitting across from his table, propping an elbow upon the table's edge, placing his chin upon his fist.

"Alright," I said smiling, tossing my spoon away as I placed my arms behind my head, "Shoot."

"Well it'll cost a lot of our time, but in the end I think it will be worth it. I'm pretty much thinking about this: if we could turn someone so horribly denied into a person who everyone will worship. Now, I know that sounds a bit cliché, but we can make it a little fun for everyone's sake..." Bickson implied, another one of his trademark smiles creeping his lips.

Dona was beginning to grow a little interest into the idea, and she leaned forward to face Bickson's grinning face. "And who do you exactly have in mind?"

I knew for some reason that person was going to wound up as a piece of meat to everyone that was sitting around me. And I also knew why Bickson began to wonder to the corner of the cafeteria, not merely to just stare at the hott Al Bhed, but...

"And that's where the fun begins," Bickson as he shifted his head towards the corner of the room "We use her, the freak over there."

Everyone's gaze started to look towards the lonely table with the two girls that were currently in a small conversation - to everyone's surprise. And yes, I knew for a fact that this was gonna be a bit of work and hard time thinking for this idea to grow. But in my opinion, I was laughing as hard as I could. Recreating Yuna into the beauty queen? That was nearly impossible! In fact I thought that was the actual joke! I've seen her with my two eyes that Yuna was practically a goody two shoe white mage. One who currently loves to talk about summoning and her father, one who wears the weirdest clothing, and with those eyes? Hell would have to take over Spira before I could believe that anyone could transform that piece of scum into the works.

Dona's eyes grew wide, but not in full anger, and never did I expect her to respond with a full fledge grin. And that was when I thought 'Oh what the hell??' I guess you can't really pass up on plan like this. That was when I nodded, as I placed my arm around Dona.

"Alright Bickson, I'm all ears on this..."

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END CHAPTER TWO