A/N: Aw, you guys, thanks for the reviews!
Oceanbang - Well, you're going to have to wait and see, now won't you? :-p.
HealerAriel - NO! My Tidus!! x.X. Wait.. I don't live in Vancouver either! Craaaaaaap... -picks up bags and moves to Vancouver-. Hah! NOW he's mine!! -raspberry- :-p
As far as chappies go, this might be the last one until around June 23rd or 24th, cause, well, I have finals coming up next week. GAARR. Sucks to be me, don't it? Yes yes go ahead, laugh at me for being in them silly Canadian schools with their messed up "Let's only give them two months worth of holidays in the summer!" crap. Blah. Yes. Finals. Okay. So, on to the chappie, yes? Wish me luck in my history and science finals? -Crosses fingers- Cause, well, ya know, if I don't do too good on either of them, then I'm screwed for the summer, and that means no more chappies! Heh. Anyway, enough of my mindless gibbering, on to the new chappie!
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Chapter Four - Rusty Cars and Paved Roads
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((Tidus' POV))
'The Zanarkand Sunrise... I promised her I would take her there to see it. My Zanarkand. How stupid was I to promise her that? There was no way I could keep that promise. What had I been thinking? My Zanarkand didn't exist anymore. That was a thousand years ago.. now it's in rui...'
I snapped my head around to Trent. "Did you just whistle?"
"...Okay bud, now you're hearing things? Man I hope the doc can see ya soon, this can't be good..." Trent replied, obviously not hearing my question. So, obviously I repeated it.
"Did you just whistle?"
"No, guy. I told you that already."
'Uh, no, you didn't.' I sighed, exasperated. I was starting to actually believe Trent's idea of my head being fucked up, because obviously Yuna was too far away for me to hear her whistle.
I bolted upright from my slouched position on the uncomfortable waiting-room chair. Or was she? Or maybe our bond was strong enough for me to hear her whistle from wherever the hell I was? I jumped out of my chair so quickly that I knocked it over. Not bothering to stop and pick it back up, I strode to the door to exit the medi-clinic, ignoring the confused stares of the receptionist and the other patients awaiting treatment. My head was fine. I needed to find Yuna. Now.
"HEY! Tidus!" Trent nearly tripped out of his chair in his hurry to follow me. "Where the hell are you going? The receptionist just called your name, we can go get your head checked out now!"
I turned around so quickly that Trent backed up a bit. "You know what? I'm feeling fine." My eyes had probably turned to the cold blue eyes that Yuna had never witnessed... mainly because I had never been this annoyed with her. Hopefully I never would. "I really need to find out what the hell's going on, though, and you're the one that's going to tell me." At that, I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the clinic.
As soon as we got outside, Trent tried to yank his arm out from my grip, but he was too weak. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled at me. "Let me go!"
I turned around to him and made him promise to take me to his place. He agreed, and so I slowly loosened my grip on his wrist, mainly because passers-by were staring. Whether it was because of my clothing, or the fact that I was gripping Trent's wrist so hard it was hurting him, I didn't know.
Trent rubbed his wrist as soon as I let go. "What the hell was that for?"
"I needed to get out of there. I need to figure something out," I replied.
"Figure what out?"
'I don't know, lets see. I need to figure out why the hell I'm in someplace I've never even heard of, who did it, where Yuna is, and why the hell I got stuck with you as someone to help me figure out all this stuff.' "Can you take me to your place?"
"Uh.. sure, I guess... I don't think my 'rents will be too happy about me bringing a stranger home.. but I guess I could..." he said, almost reluctantly. "If they ask, you're a friend from school, alright buddy?"
"Yeah. Whatever."
At that, he set off in the same direction we had come from, and I followed him.
After about ten minutes of walking, we came up to a white, splotchy looking.. well, thing.
Trent stopped by the 'thing' and pulled a ring with small pieces of metal on it.
"What the hell is that?" I asked, pointing to what I thought looked like a hunk of scrap metal.
Trent's face turned scarlet. "That's my.. car." he said as he stuck a small piece of metal into the side of the 'car'.
'A car, huh? Car.. car.. where have I heard that before? Maybe I haven't..'
Trent pointed to the opposite side of his car. "Get in that side. I don't suppose you want to slide over from the driver's side, do ya?"
"Guess not." I replied. Walking over to the opposite side, I noticed a lot of rust on the door. Man, what did this kid do to this thing? I poked at part of the rust, which made it cave in a little. Heh. Whoops. This thing was a hunk of scrap metal, wasn't it?
I opened the car door and sat down on the ripped seat and slammed the door shut, and I swear I heard a bit of the rust fall onto the pavement below the car.
Trent took another piece of metal and stuck it into a slot just below a wheel that was protruding from the front of the car. "Put your seatbelt on, don't want you to do any more damage to that precious head of yours."
"Huh?" I turned to him as I saw him click a piece of metal attached to some strong looking fabric into another metal slot.
"Your seatbelt. Right there," He said, pointing to my right shoulder.
"Oh, right," I said as I copied his movements. With the click of the seatbelt, he seemed satisfied, because he turned back to the piece of metal he left in the slot and turned it. The engine roared to life. Holy machina that thing was loud... Dammit, Rikku got me saying that...
Trent turned the wheel to the left and lurched out onto the street. I gripped the side of my seat and held on for dear life. This kid was a worse driver than Rikku, and that was saying A LOT.
"So, Tidus, where did you say you were from?" Trent asked.
"I didn't." I replied. Well, I was pretty sure I hadn't said anything.
"Well, where are you from, then?" Okay, now this kid was getting pushy...
"Zanarkand." I replied, honestly not caring what his reaction was, but I slightly turned my head to look at him from the corner of my eyes anyway.
"Zanarkand, huh? That in Africa or somethin'?" Trent said.
"No. Spira."
"Spira? Never heard of it."
"Yeah, I gathered that much." It was starting to dawn on me that I really wasn't in Spira anymore. Where had I been transported to? What did he say earlier? Erath? No. Earth. 'You asstard!' I started mentally beating myself for not listening in history class. I was sure I had heard about this Earth before... Man. If I hadn't had such an inflated ego in school then maybe I would have learned something.
We drove in silence the rest of the way to his place.
Vancouver was... huge. Even Zanarkand didn't have this many people. And I thought Zanarkand was huge. Big understatement. Everywhere I looked there were more cars, more people, more buildings. We turned onto a long street that didn't seem to end, where the cars were moving much faster. Aw, shit, I hadn't been expecting this...
I gripped the side of my seat tighter and squeezed my eyes shut as Trent picked up speed. Well, at least he hadn't sensed my nervousness. After all, this was my first time in a vehicle like this. I was used to traveling by foot most of the time, or the occasional Al Bhed hover.
'Oh, stop being such a wuss!' I chided myself. I opened my eyes slowly and my jaw went slack at what I saw.
Pavement. Everywhere. Cars. Long, stretched out roads. Not a person walking in sight. Okay, it was official, Zanarkand was tiny compared to Vancouver. Sighing in relief, I realized after a few minutes that Trent was turning off the long stretch of road onto a more residential, secluded street.
There it was again! I snapped my head to look out my window, searching for a clue. That whistle. There was no way it could be anyone else's but Yuna's. Sighing, I lent back onto the headrest of my seat and closed my eyes. I was tired. And hungry, I noted as my stomach gave a particularly loud growl, earning a glance from Trent.
The car slowed down considerably and I opened my eyes.
'Woah...' I hadn't been expecting... this.
Trent had turned onto a long curved driveway leading up to a huge two-storey house. The afternoon sun glinted off of the clear windows, and made the light blue paint shine on the house. From the look of Trent's falling apart car, I hadn't expected him to live in something like this. It was almost as big as Rikku's Home. Well... maybe not quite that big...
"Looks like my parents are out," stated Trent. It was the first thing he'd said to me in over a half hour. "Let's get you something to eat. Feel like some Mac'n'cheese?"
"Uhh.. Sure." What the hell was mac'n'cheese? 'Oh well,' I decided. 'I'd even go so far as to eat a flame flan right about now.. so as long as it's food, why complain?'
A/N: Woah. WOAH. HOLY MACHINA!! (Sorry, had to! :-p) Long chappie for me, no? x.X -checks her temperature- Yes, I've definitely got a fever! :-p. Anyway, as I said before, I more than likely won't be doing any more chappies until after finals, but if I get an itch to write some more or if I get an idea that just has to be put down, you guys might see some more chappies before finals. But you guys better not DARE take me away from my studying! I need to pass x.X. Anyway, Reviews = squishy me! (take that sickly and die...)