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Chapter Two: The Curse
Tidus yawned loudly as he entered the building. He noticed that holding up Kimhari in his cage was becoming very tiring. "So, Kimhari, what does Yuna feed you?"
"Yuna feed Kimhari sushi, egg rolls, tuna, cocoa, ecstasy… and octopus."
Tidus stroked his chin. "Okay, well let me find Yuna's dormitory and I'll drop you off."
Tidus approached the large charity thing and scanned for a Yuna… Hold on, what is Yuna's last name? Heck, I'm the one telling the story and I don't even know her last name!
Luckily, for Tidus there was only one Yuna, so he easily found the room number and decided to take the elevator. He sighed while heading towards a side hallway and up to the elevator door. Pressing the 'Up' button, he quickly slid in and pressed the button for floor 6.
Tidus sneezed while inspecting the room. There was a television set up in the top right corner, and 'Fear Factor' was showing. Deciding to waste time, Tidus took a remote from a side shelf and flipped through a few channels. He was about to change the channel again, but he was mysteriously stopped when a commercial came on showing two children playing in a park.
They were playing with toy trucks, and one was drinking a glass of chocolate milk. However, a man suddenly walked up to them, but there was a quick distortion in the picture, lasting only a nano- second. Tidus and Kimhari saw it though; a desolate well with a few horses in the distance. The scene returned to the commercial. "How can you kids be drinking HERSKEY? You should be drinking Ovaltine!"
As the man finished saying this, another distortion occurred, and this time an arm was reaching out from the well. The scene returned to normal. "It tastes great, and great for," The man stopped saying that as the picture froze. The image became distorted once more, and the man's face was split in half, the color scheme turned gray. A disturbing burping sound could be heard from the television, and Tidus quickly turned it off.
"What the hell was that?" he thought aloud as the elevator door opened, revealing a long carpeted hallway with many rooms.
Tidus shrugged it off and walked to the room numbered, 570. It was open, as were many of the others, and he looked inside. Rikku was painting her nails on one bed, but Yuna was not present.
He entered. "Hey, Rikku, where's Yuna?" She glanced at him with a smile. "She's downstairs talking with Wakka and Seymour; the orientation ceremony is starting tonight, you know."
He nodded. "Yeah, but can I leave Kimhari here? It's her cat, not mine."
"Sure!"
Tidus smiled and plopped the cage on the free bed before striding out of the room and downstairs.
"May I have a Danish, please?" Seymour asked politely while walking up to the coffee bar. The lady on duty smiled nicely and opened a small compartment, and with a napkin, took out a glazed pastry and handed it to him,
"That will be 5.47," she stated as he reached into his pocket and took out some gil.
After paying, he took the pastry and began to nibble on it while walking back to the student area. Yuna was flipping through some channels on one of the small TVs while Wakka played cards with himself.
"This is way too hard, ya?" he asked Yuna, receiving only a grunt. Tidus finally found the room and strode over to Yuna. "I dropped Kimhari off with Rikku," he stated as she left it on a channel. "Fine, fine…"
He shrugged and glanced at the TV, noticing the same man. "…or you could just drink a glass of pure chocolate Ovaltine!" he said as the screen was distorted, but Tidus was the only one who noticed the girl climbing out of the well. Wakka, Yuna, and a majority of the other students had seen the commercial. Seymour was not paying attention though, so Tidus waved to him and walked back upstairs.
After glancing at the schedule board again, he located his room and quickly got to it. The door was slightly open, and the hallway was different from the one in which Yuna's room was located.
He sighed and entered, noticing the other person writing a letter in the desk near his bed. The person had his stuff neatly organized; there were two pictures with frames standing near a small clock. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a crimson shirt, and his jeans were black. His boots were, you guessed it, black too, and his black hair was very long, flowing down his back. He also wore a blood red bandana, and his eyes were red.
Tidus cleared his throat and asked, "Are you, um, Vincent Valentine? If you are, you're my roommate.
Vincent slightly turned his head and nodded before swiftly finishing the letter and sealing it in an envelope; he wrote the name and address to whom it was designated, and he slid it to the corner of the desk.
Tidus shrugged again and sat down on his bed, looking around at the lone bookshelf in the corner of the room. There was another, gasp, television positioned on a small shelf, and it was only then that Tidus noticed he still had the remote with him.
Vincent sighed and leaned back in the chair as his roommate threw the remote towards the door; it collided with it loudly and fell to the floor.
Tidus sighed and glanced at Vincent. "Are those your friends in those pictures?" he inquired. Vincent remained silent.
"Hey, don't be an ass!"
Vincent turned to him. "Please, whoever you are, could you be quiet? If we are to be roommates, than we have to respect each other's privacy."
Tidus frowned. "I was just curious; are a goth?"
"I may look like one."
"That's not an answer!"
"If you use your head it is."
"You!"
Tidus, enraged, leaped at Vincent, but he grasped a dart from his bag and threw it at the blonde, nailing him in the shoulder. Tidus fell to the floor and winced in pain, jerking the dart out and dropping it to the floor. "Jesus Christ, it's bleeding! What the hell was that?"
"Self- defense."
"But you didn't have to throw a dart at me! You could've killed me!"
"I didn't want to kill you, so I aimed at a spot where none pf your internal organs could be struck. I had quite good practice when forced to play with Cloud and Barret."
Tidus cupped his shoulder with his hand. "I've been attacked with swords before, but this hurt like hell!"
"Stop whining."
So, Tidus proceeded to unpack his belongings and set up his area on the left side of the room. "Can I at least ask where you came from?" Vincent closed his eyes. "I used to live in a city named Midgar, but I was unfortunately drawn into this little group of friends when I was in high school. My friend, Tifa, was valedictorian and I was salutatorian, so we had our choice of good colleges. I was meant to head over to Flanorin Academy, but the airports were attacked by a series of wannabee samurais. The police caught one and questioned him. He said he was working under the 'Divine One'."
"Where did you see this?"
"Today Show."
"Oh, I was once attacked by some samurais at the movies once," he responded as Vincent shrugged.
