Okay, so as promised, here is my light, fluffy KH AU Tikka fic. Please note that this might not be that good, because I had a super great copy of the first two chapters of this, wrote them to a CD and now the CD will not read them! I'm so mad/depressed right now… They were really good, long chapters… Oh well. Please note that this story will start out slightly depressing while I trace and reweave the tapestries of the histories of our characters.


The night was typical of that of the sleepy island in the summer, humid, a slight breeze, cloud cover appearing out of nowhere. The torrential rain fell down, as if from nowhere, for a straight fifteen minutes, lightning flashed, and the thunder roared. Then, as suddenly as the torrent had begun, it stopped, and the only things left to signify it had come at all were the damp street, sidewalks, and lawns and the musty smell of the rain.

His window had been open, but the rain hadn't entered, the houses were built to shelter their inhabitants from such occurrences. The smell of the rain mixed with the smells of sand and boy, a strong aroma, courageous and filled with spirit, but it wasn't unpleasant. He breathed deeply in his sleep. The telephone rang.

Sleepily, a long browned arm reached from under the sheet, searching on his bedside table for the phone, until he found the noisy object, grabbing the receiver and knocking the base to the floor at the same time. He raised the black and yellow object to his ear, mumbling into the microphone.

"…Hello?"

"Wakka?"

"Yeah, it's me. Who else would it be, brudda?"

"Oh, yeah…"

"Just be glad that my old man gave me my own line, because of things like this. So… Why're you callin' so late?"

"I…"

The other end was silent. "You what? What happened, Tidus?"

"He left again."

Wakka was silent this time. The word "again" racing through his mind. "How long this time?"

"I don't know. I just woke up, because of the thunder, and he wasn't there."

"There has to be a note, ya."

"I've looked… There isn't."

Wakka frowned. "How about you and your mom- oh… Sorry, brudda…"

"I-it's okay…" mumbled Tidus.

Wakka's frowned deepened. It had been eight months since that day, but he could remember it perfectly, so he couldn't see how it could have slipped his mind… It was one of those tragedies that you just don't forget.

They'd been on Destiny Island, the smallest of their chain, and the closest to their home of Fortuna, but since the Destiny was so small, it only served as a playground for Fortuna's older children, mainly the teens. They'd been on the beach, sparring, and in the distance, they heard a sound almost foreign to their ears.

'Shh, listen,' said Wakka to Tidus, gazing out towards Fortuna.

'Why?' the blonde had asked, cocking his head to one side, a slightly confused expression, but it helped him to hear.

'You hear that, brudda?'

'Yeah… Is it a motor boat?'

Wakka had nodded, as the boat had become visible at that exact moment.

'Who d'you think's in it?' Tidus had asked, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand, trying to get a better look of the driver.

'I dunno, but they're coming right at us!'

The boat pulled into the island, landing inches from the shoreline and a man both boys recognized had hopped out into the water, advancing on them. His light brown, shoulder-length hair was disheveled and his brown eyes were puffy, as if he'd been crying, but both boys knew this couldn't be true. Jecht never cried. He'd just come to the island, grabbed Tidus around the waist without a word, and went back into the ship, leaving without even a glance at Wakka.

Tidus had turned around, to wave at his friend, a gesture barely noticeable as his image became smaller and smaller, for the boat wasn't headed for Fortuna, but for Celeste, the closest large island.

Later that night, Wakka's phone had rung. He picked it up in a rush, hoping to hear his best friend's voice on the other end, but not expecting to hear the words the blonde's voice spoke.

'She's dead.'

'Wha…? Who?'

'My ma… she's dead.'

'Tidus… I… What… How?' Wakka was speechless. He'd never seen it coming, not in a million years. Valerie had been one of the healthiest women he knew, she'd taught at a ballet school on Celeste, which some of the local girls had attended, and she was always so careful…

'A boating accident. She'd been coming home, on the ferry, and there was a speed boat, some teenage kids from Carmina… They weren't watching where they were going, they were drunk, they were still drinking, they were doing drugs… They crashed into the ferry and the engines of both boats exploded… She died instantly… We… we…' Tidus began sobbing hysterically.

'You what? What happened, ya!'

Wakka could hear Jecht yelling in the background. 'Shut up! Don't be such a crybaby!' But that only seemed to make Tidus cry more. Wakka heard a "click," Jecht had hung up the phone.

Later, the redhead learned that when Jecht came to get Tidus, they had gone to Celeste to identify Valerie's body.

"No, it's not okay, ya. You… I shouldn't have said that… I'm sorry."

"Wakka, stop apologizing. There's really no need to…"

"Still…" The thunder clapped again, lightning filling the sky and the rain began to fall as if a sheet had been let down on the island. Tidus whimpered, and Wakka knew that he was probably sitting in his kitchen with all the lights on, looking outside and imagining horrible things happening to him. Tidus had an overactive imagination. "You wanna come over?"

Tidus nodded.

"Hey, brudda… You're not nodding are you? You know I can't hear that," said Wakka, laughing, knowing exactly how Tidus would respond to his question.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, I would like to, I mean, if that's okay."

"It's fine," said Wakka, looking over at the extra bed in his room, put there just for this reason. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes, okay?"

Tidus nodded again, but quickly shook his head, laughing at his stupidity. "Okay. Bye."

"Bye," said Wakka, hanging up the phone. He went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts, pulling them on over his boxers, which were printed with blitzballs, and looking out the window. As suddenly as he did, the rain stopped, so the redhead decided against a jacket. He carefully tied his bandana around his forehead, checking to make sure that it set evenly and hid the roots of his bangs.

He walked towards his bedroom door and opened it slowly, stepping out into the hall. He crept past his father's room, hearing the thirty-seven year old snoring loudly, and past his baby brother's room, not hearing the toddler at all. Both were good signs.

The sixteen year old stepped into the living room, noticing the TV was turned on. He picked up the remote, ready to turn off the appliance, but then he saw the sleeping form of his three-year-old brother on the couch. Wakka sighed, tossing the remote into an empty chair and picking up a blanket to drape over the small child, before opening the front door as quietly as he could, slinking outside, and closing it softly behind him.

Across the street, he noticed the lights on in Sora's house, just the upstairs, so Wakka knew immediately that the brunette wasn't asleep. Most likely, he was talking to Riku on the computer, either that or he was playing video games with Riku through the internet or in person. As all the lights in Riku's house, three houses down, were turned off, Wakka guessed the latter to be true.

Strolling down the street, Wakka passed Selphie's house at the corner, eerily quiet for anything relating to the most hyperactive girl he knew, but then again, Selphie was at her best when she was asleep. He turned the corner, walking down two more blocks, until he reached a cul-de-sac, Kairi's house on the left corner, across the street was the empty house, the sign reading 'Fortuna Realty,' stuck into the yard with a tube full of papers with the dimensions hanging idly from it. Kairi's house was, of course, completely lit up by small lanterns in the garden, but the inside was quite the opposite as everyone had already fallen asleep.

At the end of the drive, right in the middle of the circular street, sat the house he was looking for. All the lights inside were on, but nobody was inside, for when Wakka made his way towards it, he saw a figure sitting under a lone streetlight on a duffel bag. He knew who it was, but as he neared, he verified it. The figure was Tidus, blonde and small, as he cowered alone in the cool summer breeze. Wakka stifled a laugh. He looked like a runaway from an old-time movie.

"Whatcha doin' outside all alone, brudda?" he asked when he was three yards away from the boy, nodding to the house, he continued. "An' why're all your lights on?"

"I was waiting for you," said Tidus, smiling and looking up as the sound of Wakka's voice. He leapt off the duffel bag, quickly putting the luggage over his shoulder. It was black and yellow, though a very mellow and subdued shade of the sunny color, the colors of his favorite blitzball team. He looked back to his house as Wakka nodded and commented. "It makes it seem less lonely," said Tidus, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Wakka smiled. "Alright, then… But now we have to go in and turn all the lights off, you know?"

"Yeah…"

They accomplished this task, Tidus never leaving Wakka's side, which the redhead noted solemnly. These periods of Jecht being away. They were really affecting his friend.

Both boys set off on the way Wakka came, running the last few feet to Wakka's house because a light drizzle had started. Sure enough, as soon as they'd reached Wakka's front porch, the downpour began.

"Good thing we got an awning, ya?"

Tidus laughed, nodding.

Wakka smiled, laughing himself. "See, it only works in person."

Tidus blushed, and then, as Wakka stepped inside, the blonde followed, moving out of the way so Wakka could quietly shut the door behind him. Though, it seemed this quiet wasn't enough.

"Tida!" shrieked a high-pitched, excited voice, belonging to none other than the three-year-old terror himself.

Both of the teenagers' eyes widened and they motioned for Chappu to quiet down, but it was too late for that.

"Wakka? Chappu?" came the sleepy voice of Wakka's father, getting nearer and nearer. "What's all the commotion?"


Well, there you have it. My newest fic, happy enough for you? Well… I guess this one was a little more of a depressing note, but it will pass with the weather, and the second chapter should be much happier! Just to let you know, this is about forty percent longer than the original chapter one, with the history of Tidus' mother's death much more detailed. Well, what Wakka remembered of it is anyway. So, read and review, it will motivate me to write the second chapter sooner.