After much consideration, I have decided to tweak the previous events in ABATO to suit my purposes. So, if you don't mind, here is the newest episode of As Blue As The Ocean!
Wakka looked up from his hands, into the smiling face of Tidus and knew things would be alright, it was only a matter of time until he could reconcile inside himself and make their relationship right again… But he didn't know how he could fare with Yuna.
"We might not be her Guardians anymore… ya?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure she'll get over it. It was just the initial shock," reassured Tidus, rubbing Wakka's cheek lovingly. His thoughts could be perceived from his betraying eyes however. All of these statements… They were merely hopes. "Besides, there's only one way to find out, right?"
"I guess so…"
"Great, then come on!" Tidus stood from his position kneeling in front of Wakka and grabbed the older man's hand, dragging him to his feet. He lead him to the door and allowed it the time it needed to slide open, before walking into the hall as nonchalantly as if he'd been simply changing his clothes.
"Tida… We're still holding hands, brudda…" muttered the burly redhead under his breath. He was worried, men didn't behave this way in Spira, at least not that Wakka had seen. Would they be persecuted, killed, shunned? He had no idea of what to expect from this behavior. "Maybe it would be better if we-"
"Wakka," said Tidus firmly, pivoting quickly to face the man, "never be ashamed of who you are. Let them look, let them jeer. It doesn't matter. The only thing I got from my old man was a headache, but I'll tell you something, he never pretended to be something he wasn't… And as much as I hate him, I wouldn't want to disappoint him by living a lie."
Wakka could feel Tidus' fingers fit between the spaces between his own digits and he nodded. The teenager was correct. With the secrecy off his chest, he would feel much better, even if it meant heresy. Wakka, fighting against his gut reactions to hide in a temple and pray, took the most courageous step of his life: the step out of the hallway.
Instantly, they were flooded with sunlight, out in the open, people crowding them congratulating them on the game they'd lost.
"Besaid's never come this far before!"
"You did great, Wakka!"
The buzz of noise was soon no more than a titter and then a silence. Chocobo's from the High Road could be heard in the still around the two men.
"W-what's going on?"
Wakka quickly shut himself off from the people, his face flushing a deep crimson, but Tidus held his head high and smiled. "Controversy," he replied, leading Wakka off through the crowd and towards the square. He looked to the older man and frowned, concern clouding his young mind. "Wakka… It's alright, nothing happened… We're okay. I mean, I am., but something's obviously bothering you. Please, tell me what's wrong."
"Tida, did you see the looks those people gave us? Like we were fiends, you know? They were happy, but in a few short moments, we silenced all the noise they were making. Brudda… How am I supposed to take that?" Wakka frowned, his head downcast, hair bouncing with each step he took, and a flush creeping from his ears to his face, down his neck, across his shoulders.
Tidus gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Hey, don't worry about it. Just take it in stride, ignore their closed-mindedness. Wakka, we're breaking through a door, think of how many others we can help just through our being together… Wakka, don't let stupid people take away a good thing. I won't."
Wakka smiled. "Ya? You will, brudda? And what if I do, what'll you do then?" He let go of the young man's hand and got him into a headlock, noogieing his fair head for a few seconds before releasing him.
"Then I'll die," said Tidus, fixing his hair after the sudden attack. He looked around them, the surroundings, the couple unaware of their presence and the party on the platform, eyeing both intensely. "Hey guys," said Tidus, casually, walking forward and waving to the party, a grin on his face. The cocky expression was soon gone. Each member of Yuna's pilgrimage had the same stern expression on his or her face, except for Yuna who looked flustered and completely crushed.
Wakka walked up behind his tanned partner, looking confused. "Is somethin' wrong, bruddas?"
Lulu was the first to speak. "How could you, how could either of you?"
Tidus, now nervous and on edge was perspiring, not being accustomed to intense situations of opposing viewpoints with most people, yet alone Lulu. "H-how could we what?"
"Kimahri know you know… Why?"
Wakka looked at the Ronso, his golden eyes full of sadness and mistrust, tail twitching in a protective manner and his arms folded tensely across his chest.
"Your old man would be proud," muttered Auron sarcastically to Tidus, before turning his back on both of the men.
Lulu stepped forward, handing them a bundle that looked like their camp supplies. "It would be best if you'd leave the pilgrimage," she said coldly, handing Wakka the bundle, the hurt in her eyes directed towards him so strong that the man almost began to cry.
"Lu…"
"No, you have nothing to say, Wakka… Chappu would be ashamed to call you 'brother.' Leave us."
The party began to recede, Lulu running ahead to place an arm around Yuna in comfort, talking to the upset young lady as a sister and a friend. Kimahri was the last to depart, for he kept his vigil on them longer than the rest. "You hurt Yuna… Kimahri see you again, Kimahri hurt you." And he left.
Wakka dropped to his knees, tears racking his muscular body and his mind reeling from the events that had just transgressed. "Oh, Tida, what have we done, ya?"
Tidus dropped down to embrace his lover, tears on his cheeks and still flowing from his eyes. "I don't know, Wakka… I don't know."
You're pathetic.
"I know," whispered Tidus, too quietly for Wakka to hear.
Well, was that long enough for everyone? I swear, I didn't mean for it to be so sad… My next fic will definitely be some nice, humorous fluff. Maybe Kingdom Hearts, but definitely still Tikka. Anyway, please read and review, it might help repair not completely broken hearts.