A/N: Yay! More reviews! You people like to see them be tortured don't you? )Shrugs( What do I care, I'm the author. Oh yeah, this is very short, as are the other chapters. Continuing )points to a large chalk board with scribbles all over it( Ahem, that's not s'posed to be there. )Quickly turns board over and appears with a pointer and a lab coat( Okay. We must all thank Windfighter the most. For she has reviewed this, well all of the chapters so far. Then talligo, for they were my second reviewer of this fic and reviewed it twice. Next is the anonymous person named Anonymous, and no one else since I thanked them slready... Fine, thank KT and Yojimbosblade and the person named 'uh...me.' Okay, I really don't want to make Yunaleska kill them all ( )cough( 'cause she does that everytime I try and fight her )cough( ). Now, all I have to decide upon is accented man or Zanarkand boy... Hmm... this is a tuffy. Well the, let's look at the title. Oh! There are a lot of parts in the game where they could be hurt... hmm... Okay! It's Zanarkand boy, the point of time is in ruined Zanarkand by the camp fire where the six guardians and the summoner sat!
Tidus looked upon the city that was once his home. The broken building reaching for the stars. Pyraflies flitted around. It was like the farplane, yet it was Zanarkand. This cliff was really tall, and he could easily fall, but he would just climb back up. He turned to go back to the party. They had already stamped out the campfire and were retrieving their weapons. Did you ever realize how alike Tidus and Yuna are?
Fortunately, he didn't see the rock in front of him. He tripped and fell down the cliffside, body tumbling over the rocks. Unfortunately, he survived. Wakka and Auron climbed down to retrieve the unconscious Chocobo-head.
This is definetly not the End
A/N: For Windfighter! Ahem, I could do more. Since he always seems to survive. But I'll do some other characters and come back to him. Next chapter will probably be with Wakka, huh. I wonder what I'll do... Review this! Foreth I, the demented writer of this pointless fic, command it! ... please...
Disclaimer: Yada-yada-yada. Somethin' with a Square owns Final Fantasy X and all that crap. Yada-yada-yada.