High School fic, Yuna and Tidus are new...let's just get on with it.
Beginnings and Ends
Don't make eye contact, look down, Yuna told herself. She fought her way through the halls of her new school, Bevelle High, towards the main office.
First day of a new school never agreed with her. She nervously clutched her bag as she struggled across the hallway to the office. The office…person didn't look up when she said who she was. She pulled a sheet from the printer and gave it to her. She then pointed to the seats on the other side of the room and merely grunted.
There was a blonde headed boy sitting there already, a vacant seat next to his. He was observing his timetable.
"Can I sit here?" she asked slowly, making sure she got his attention.
He looked at her; his eyes were a perfect, clear blue. He nodded and got back to looking at his timetable.
"Yunie?" squealed a voice.
"Rikku?" asked Yuna. She picked up her staff and used it to pull herself to her feet. Since she was little she hadn't been able to walk without support, so she carried her father's summoning staff. It had changed since he died. It altered its looks of its own accord and its name along with it. At the moment she was called Nirvana.
The blonde haired boy watched her get up and then looked down again. Yuna swore she saw a blush forming on his cheeks after he looked at her.
"Rikku, how are you?" she asked quietly.
"I'm fine… hey have you met Lulu before?" she said quickly. She pulled an eccentrically clad Goth before her. She seemed to tower over Rikku and Yuna, but she wasn't all that tall. Her belt was made almost entirely of black belts; her crimson eyes were hidden under layers of eyeliner and eye shadow.
"Hello. I've heard a lot about you… you are Yuna, right?" she asked slowly.
Yuna nodded. Leaning heavily on her staff, she leaned over and shook her hand.
"What's with the staff?" Lulu asked Rikku quietly.
"I can talk, by the way!" snapped Yuna. This had happened at her old school. People spoke to each other in undertones, not to her face. They often stole her staff and made her try and get it, which she obviously couldn't. She'd fall over and not be able to get up, only to be found half an hour later by the janitor. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to snap. Ri, what lesson do you have first?" she asked, now surprisingly upbeat.
"Um…I have ICT, you?" she stated slowly.
"I have ICT too, what class are you in?" she asked, she shifted her staff to make it more comfortable for her to stand.
"6-1-L, why, what class are you in?" she asked noticing the grin on her cousin's face she smiled too.
"6-1-L" she squeaked through her cousin's exuberant hug.
For the purposes of this fic Yuna and Rikku are in the same year, as are the 'Crimson Squad Survivors', Tidus, Wakka, Lulu and everyone else who featured in the games who is about the same age.
"Lulu's in our class too. They put us in classes depending on what subjects we're doing, so we'll have most of our lessons together," she said in a rush.
"Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing, seeing as you are very loud, but are you all in 6-1-L?" The boy sitting down had stood up and was talking to them. He shook his hair out of his eyes and scratched his neck nervously.
"Yes. Why?" asked Lulu bluntly.
"That's the same class as me and I don't really know where I'm going." He said all of it in a rush still scratching the back of his neck.
"I'm Tidus by the way," he said extending his hand to the girls. Yuna took it graciously, before bowing and moving to let Rikku and Lulu shake it.
Yuna's P.O.V.
"Dad? I'm home." I walked into the kitchen, out new house was still fairly empty, there were boxes upstairs still, we unpacked as we needed to.
There was a note on the table:
Yuna,
Just popped to the shop, will be back again in about 5 minutes.
Braska.
(That's dad to you)
I smiled, putting the note back on the table. I had fun with Lulu, Rikku and Tidus today, there's also a guy called Wakka, he plays Blitzball, and he asked Tidus to join his team.
I heard a faint sound from outside, so I looked up. Rain was driving down hard onto the patio. I sighed heavily.
My stomach lurched. I groaned.
"Daddy?" I called. This had happened before to me, only when a family member died.
It was rainy. My daddy was outside.
I cried out involuntarily. I hobbled to the door, my staff firm in my hand.
The path was paved and wet, my staff slipped easily. I carried on.
My staff slipped from my hand, clattering down the drive. I went on, knowing I couldn't go too far on my own. My leg buckled, I crumpled to the floor. I crawled on, knowing my father was soon to die. I saw a different scene before me.
My mother's death.
I was young again, only five years old. The road was wet.
We crashed.
"Mummy?" My leg was crushed.
"Mummy!"
My mother's prone form lay under the wreckage of the open topped car.
"Don't go to sleep mummy, it's too early." She went to sleep anyway. Leaving me alone.
Alone. I hate that word.
"Daddy, don't leave me, please?" I sobbed helpless.
A blast of heat followed by a sickening crash rippled through the air around me.
"Braska!" I cried.
I collapsed helplessly onto the drive sobbing, freezing. I cried my self to sleep that night.
I thought I wouldn't wake up.