A/N: Okay, I found a title for my fic that I'm happy with. The previous title, 'Treasure Hunt for Love' really wasn't my cup of tea, and HealerAriel thought of it for me for a filler until I could get my writers block shoved out of my head for a title. Thanks for the filler, Erin! -nods-

HealerAriel - Yeah, I figured Paine really needed a sense of humor... don't ask me where it came from, though . Nope, fiery temple is never a good sign, but alas, you will have to wait until the next chappie to find out, cause this chappie is Tidus'!

Morning Yuna - Uhm... who are you? . I don't know of anybody that's had a boyfriend that was in a coma...

Uh.. anyway... on to the chappie!! -shifts eyes and hides under bed-

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Chapter Six - Now that was kinda stupid, Tidus

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((Tidus' POV))

Trent led me into the kitchen and rummaged around in a cupboard and pulled out (with much effort, that cupboard was stuffed) a large silver pot which he filled with water from the sink and placed on the stove. He then opened another cupboard and pulled out several colourful cardboard boxes and ripped the tops off of them. Counting them, I saw four. Four? For two people? Uh..

"Why are you making four boxes? There's only two of us..."

"I'm making extra cause when my sibs get back they might want some." Trent answered, his back still to me. "They love this stuff... so do I, actually, and even if they don't get home till it's cold then we can have extra for ourselves."

"Ah. I see. Okay." I said as I pulled out a chair from the table and sat down.

Trent boosted himself up onto the counter near the stove so he could watch the water in the pot. "So..." he started.

"So." I replied. 'This kid isn't big on conversation when he has nothing to talk about, is he?'

"Uh... tell me about this Zanarkand place you come from." Trent made a weak attempt at starting a conversation.

"What's there to tell you about? It doesn't exist the way I knew it anymore." Okay, so maybe I was still a bit bitter about my Zanarkand being gone and all, but why should I be? I had Yuna... well, had her.. until I ended up here...

"Oh," Trent said, but his curiosity still got the better of him. "So, did it like, get bombed or something?"

I sighed. "You could say that, I guess."

"You guess? What happened to it, man?" Trent, noticing the water was boiling, extracted a white pouch from each of the boxes and dumped the contents of the boxes into the pot and gave it a stir. "Like, either it got bombed, or it didn't."

"You wouldn't undesrstand..." I stated. How could he? He didn't even know Spira existed, probably.. I hadn't seen any airships around, so how could he? How could anyone here?

"Try me," he implored. "How could I not understand? It's not like it's that complicated..."

I snorted. "You'd be surprised."

"C'mon, just tell me. I promise I'll listen and ask questions later..." He begged and did a puppy-eye face at me.

'Okay.. that was just a LITTLE creepy, having a GUY do a puppy-face at me....'

My face must have shown how creeped out I was by having a guy do a puppy-face at me because he stopped abruptly and picked up the wooden spoon to stir the contents of the pot again.

"Please?" He asked.

I sighed again. "Fine. But later, right now I'm too hungry to explain."

"Okay man, later. You promise?"

"Yes. I promise," I assured him.

After about ten minutes of silence from both of us, Trent scooped out one of the noodles out of the pot and put it in his mouth. Satisfied, he pushed himself off the counter and reached into a drawer and pulled out a strainer and dumped the contents of the pot into the strainer over the sink.

"You wanna grab the milk and butter outta the fridge for me, bud?" He asked. I wish he'd stop calling me bud, it got kind of annoying after a while.

"Yeah, sure." Pushing myself off the chair, I went over to the appliance he was pointing to and opened the door. 'Crap.. what do their milk and butter containers look like here?' I wondered to myself as I scanned the shelves, pushing things aside in my search. On to the next shelf. Ah, there it was. Labeled in nice, big, bold letters, MILK. Still didn't see the butter, though.

"The butter's on the door of the fridge" Trent said as he shook the noodles in the strainer to get the excess water out.

There it was. Grabbing it, I shut the door on the fridge and set the milk and butter on the counter for Trent. Why this concoction needed two of basically the same products was beyond me.

Trent ripped open the white packages and dumped them into the pot that he had set on the counter. Curious, I peered into the pot.

'........What the hell!' I shouted inside my head. 'That stuffs like fluorescent orange!!'

Trent continued to stir the orange stuff in the pot, apparently unaware of my current facial expression, which was probably a mixture of horror/disgust/shock. Trent poured some milk into the pot and put in a spoonful of butter and set me to the task of stirring it while he grabbed some bowls and forks and set them on the counter beside the pot.

"That should be about good, I think," Trent said as he took the wooden spoon out of my hand and started filling the bowls with the gunk. He handed me a bowl, took one for himself and went to sit down at the kitchen table. I followed suit and sat in the adjacent chair at the table.

Looking up at Trent, I realized he had already started eating the stuff. 'Okay, time to be brave, Tidus...' I thought to myself as I stabbed a few pieces of the 'mac'n'cheese' onto my fork. I brought it up to eye-level to get a good look at it. 'Well, the fluorescent orange has dulled a bit.. if that's a good sign...' I sniffed the noodles. 'Smells half-decent...'

Trent was giving me a weird look. "Never had mac'n'cheese before, Tidus?" he asked.

"Nuh-uh." I replied, still studying the stabbed noodles on my fork.

Taking a deep breath, I put the noodles in my mouth and started to chew.

"HOLY SHIT THIS STUFFS GOOD!!" I yelled, shoving more of the macaroni noodles into my mouth. In about ten seconds I had leaped off my chair and went to the pot for another helping.

Trent stared at me in disbelief as I devoured my second bowl of mac'n'cheese. What? I couldn't help it if this stuff was good!

"You might want to slow down a bit, Ty... Too much at once can't be.. er... good for you..."

"I'll be fiiiiine!" I crowed, already making my way back to the pot for thirds. This time, I just brought the entire pot back to the table and used the wooden spoon to spoon huge amounts into my mouth at once. Man, I really needed to learn how to cook this stuff!

"You want any more?" I offered the wooden spoon to Trent but he shook his head.

"Nah, I'll be fine... you eat as much as you want... I don't think my sibs will be back any time soon anyway...." He replied.

Trent was scraping the last of the noodles out of his bowl just as I was spooning the last noodles into my mouth. I leant back, satisfied at my accomplishment. I had just devoured about three and a half boxes of pure heaven. Sighing, I laced my fingers together and put them behind my head and leant back into my chair.

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"I told you that you should have taken it slower," Trent's voice was muffled by the closed bathroom door.

"I said I'm fi..." I couldn't finish my sentence because, alas, the pure heavenly cheesy goodness was making its way back up my throat and into the toilet in front of me.

"You should have told me you were lactose intolerant and I would have made something else, dude." Trent said in exasperation.

"What the hell is lactose?" I asked through the door.

"Duno, some chemical or some crap that's in milk that a lot of people can't handle so they puke it back up," Trent replied.

"Good analogy."

"Uh.. thanks?" Trent said. "You almost done in there? You musta puked at least four times already..."

'Make that five...' I thought to myself as my stomach emptied what little contents were left into the toilet.

"Okay, five..." Trent sighed. "I'll get you a towel and some water, okay buddy? You'll be fine, just get as much as you can outta your system.. my youngest sister is lactose intolerant, so, sadly, I know there's nothing much else you can do." I heard the floor outside the bathroom creak as he walked back down the stairs to the kitchen.

Laying my forehead against the cool metal of the bathtub, I started wondering what Yuna was doing right this second. Was she frantically looking for me? In a way, I hoped not. I didn't want her to panic and get all emotional like she apparently did when I disappeared for the first time, right after Sin was defeated. Something that should have been a happy occasion was turned sad for Yuna, by me. I sighed. What else was there for me to do, but wait for Yuna to find me? How was I supposed to find her when I didn't even know how I got to Vancouver in the first place?

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "It's me," Trent said. "Can I come in now?"

"Yeah," I said weakly. Man, puking your guts out five or more times really wore you out.

Trent opened the door and walked in. Shutting the lid on the toilet, he put the towel on top and gave me the glass of water he was holding.

"Thanks.." I said as I sipped the water a bit. "Ugh. I'm never going to do that again..."

"Yeah, might not be a very smart idea," Trent commented as he turned on the tap in the sink and wet the facecloth he was holding. "Here, wipe your face off with this, it'll make you feel better."

I caught he washcloth he tossed me with surprising accuracy for the little amount of strength I had at that moment. Wiping the cool cloth on my face did help, a little. Trent offered me the clean towel that he had placed on the toilet lid and I took it gratefully, wiping my face with it.

"You oughta lay down for a bit, have a bit of a rest, might make you feel better when you get back up," Trent told me.

"Yeah... a nap would be nice..."

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A/N: So, what'd you think? I only got one review (I don't really think I can count that Yuna girl's review as a review, really...) for the last chappie... is anyone else reading my fic? Reviews are what assure me of that... because, sadly, it's not like I can magically know how many people are actually reading this. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, or comments, etc! I'm desperate!! x.x.... Okay maybe not -desperate- but I do enjoy reviews! Thankies! -bows-