Nitta Sayuri/Sakamoto Chiyo: Yuna, she is 9 when she is in the beginning.
Pumpkin: Rikku
Mameha: Leblanc
Mr Bekku: Logos
Mother: Mother
Auntie: Auntie
Granny: Granny
Chairman: Tidus
Nobu: Auron
Hatsumomo: Dona
Korin: Nhadala
Yoko: Shelinda
Awaji San: Seymour XD
Mr Bekk: Not really necessary
Start of story n.n
A START OF A NEW LIFE
To be very honest, I wasn't a true Lucan Geisha like many others. In fact, I wasn't even born in that region. I'm a fisherman's daughter in a little town called Besaid, also known as the Dot Of Spira. People have weird objections to this, they do not think that I'm Yuna of Besaid but instead, Yuna of Luca. They have weird fantasies that my mom was a geisha, my grandmother was one so on so forth. Me being a raised from what people call a dump was like trying to make a valuable necklace out of stones.
In this little village, many of us were extremely poor. Our house was a little one, facing the vast ocean. During that period of my life, I lead a very weird one, when I was young; people had many queer things to say. They said I looked like my mother and father, this sounds rather strange really... But it is because my eyes were bi-colored, blue and green. Just like my parents, one had blue and the other green. But to them, it looked perfectly lovely. I also thought so.
My mother always told me that my eyes played a part in my elements. There was a lot of Earth and Water in it. Normally they don't coincide as Water sweeps Earth away. But somehow they just combined harmoniously. My father was like all the other men, rather old. Life went on like this until one day; my mother could not get out of bed. My father sent for a doctor. The doctor walked into the room, he wore kimono trousers and a top to match. I kept to one side; somehow I just did not feel comfortable. There was a layer of sadness and death. I sat on a stool and kept quiet, but I could hear the doctor say "This may not be a good time to tell you this, your wife might not survive long enough, and you might want to try sending your daughter away. It is the best you could do for her" I was not listening close enough but I picked up the last sentences. My mind felt all filled up as I tried to sort my thoughts and feelings.
That night as I laid on my futon, I could not help but cry, I cried about a lot of things. I cried for my mother who is suffering, I cried for my father who will be all alone and I cried for the fact that I would be separated from both of them. It did not take me long before I fell into a deep slumber. The next day, my father woke me up. He told me to take a bath and laid out a robe for me, it was not lovely, just an ordinary one you could see many of the girls in Besaid wore. I finished my bath and put it on. It felt as if I was wearing a layer of sadness on it, every thread on the robe was sewed on with a mixture of sadness, regret and resentment. I ate my breakfast quietly without looking up, but I could hear my father quietly crying. Soon, I heard the sound of a horse outside our house.
I looked up and heard my father mumble quietly that they were here. He held my hand and we walked out. He grasped my hand tightly as though not wanting me to go. A man sat on the carriage, he said sharply" Well, lets go" I felt tears well up in my eyes as I climbed up onto the carriage. I sat there as the man jerked the horse. I finally burst out and cried as I stared back. I could see my father staring blankly at me, as he walked solemnly back into the house. As the door shut, I cried even more. I felt like a dam that broke little by little. It starts out by letting out a little water before even more flows out.
The man got angry and gave me a sharp rap on the head to be quiet. I stopped crying, it won't help my situation. I looked around, the ocean was gone, my parents were gone and my dear village too. It was replaced by rolling hills, green grass and several houses. We traveled for a few hours and stopped one in a while to eat. We finally reached Luca...