When Yuna chooses to return to Bevelle for the summer, will that spell disaster in every single way? The summer supplement to "A Foreign Home"
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PART IV
The Summer Supplement
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Okay, again, anything below this text right here, as it, anything that's not in this paragraph, was written back in early June when I wrote this chapter. This chapter is quite short, but that's okay. Anyway, enjoy!
Lately I've just been a typing fiend. I typed the first chapter on the third, the second chapter on the fourth and fifth, and now on the sixth, I'm writing this now. (In June, of course!) This chapter for sure won't be posted until I get back from France, so...I'm not going to say much about France. (Again, whooo! France!) Sorry, I'm just really, really excited! Especially since I leave in only two more days! (Again though, when you read this, it will be long after I get back from France...) However, I'm trying to keep this story moving, because there's still two others I'd like to write during the summer. But you know...I just had to type this story! I really like it! Okay then, here's chapter 3! ENJOY!
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Chapter 3: Back
Yuna fell to her knees. She just collapsed. She buried her face in her arms. She didn't know why, but she actually couldn't cry. Still, she felt horrible.
"Are you sure?" she asked, looking up at the man, "Are you sure he's dead?"
"I'm afraid so," the man said, swallowing, "We found him early this morning. He was shot to death last night. Apparently...He was killed with the same gun that killed Seymour."
"What?" Yuna said, looking at that man as if he was lying, "The...the same gun?"
"Yep. Same bullets. Only thing is...According to our records so far, the only fingerprints on it were Seymour's. Whoever used it had access to the lab where it was kept and wore gloves, and were careful not to smudge the fingerprint's of Seymour's."
"Are you sure it's not a different gun?"
"Positive. Whoever did it wanted it that way."
"Do they know anything else?" Yuna asked.
"You needn't worry about it, Miss Yuna," the man said, "You'll be staying with your cousins."
"So that's what Rikku must have wanted to tell me!" Yuna said out loud.
"Huh?" the man said.
"Nothing," Yuna just said, "Sir, I don't feel very well..."
At that, Yuna found herself collapse again, and this time, she went unconscious.
"Oh good, Yunie, you're awake!" Rikku chirped, as Yuna opened her eyes only to see Rikku's green ones.
Yuna didn't say anything. She knew exactly where she was, and she knew exactly what had happened. She was lying in Rikku's bed, tucked in Rikku's all grean-and-nothing-but-green bed room.
"You fainted and they brought you here to rest," Rikku continued, "I tried to tell you over the phone, but we lost connection."
Yuna still didn't say anything.
"Come on Yunie, say something!"
"I can't believe it..." was all Yuna said.
"Me neither," Rikku said, hugging her cousin, who did not want to be hugged, "I'm sorry Yunie. I'm really, really sorry."
"Don't be," was all Yuna mumbled, "You have no reason to be."
"I'm sorry for you!" Rikku protested, "But my pops says now we can finally be a family, without your old man getting in the way."
"Rikku...I feel so betrayed," was all Yuna said then.
"What? Why?"
Yuna didn't answer, but she sat up, huddling under the blankets.
"The gun that killed my father was the same one that Tidus killed Seymour with," Yuna said.
"What?" Rikku said, her eyes popping open, "Tidus killed Seymour?"
"Mm-hm..." Yuna just said, nodding, "I can't believe it's a coincidence that it was the exact same gun."
"Why not, Yunie?"
"It's just too weird. I think...Oh, I don't know what I think."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you had a phone call from Tidus while you were asleep," Rikku held out Yuna's phone, "He heard on the news what had happened."
Yuna stared at the phone that was in her hands for a long time, and finally just put the phone down.
"I'll talk to him later," Yuna just said, looking away from Rikku's questioning glance.
"That's okay," Rikku said, patting Yuna's shoulder, "You just take your time to recover."
Yuna was silent, but finally said, "I just want to go home."
"Home? But that's where your father was killed!"
"They're not after me," Yuna said, and stood up, "Believe me, Rikku. I know."
"But you have to stay here!" Rikku said, "Please don't go Yunie!"
"Rikku," Yuna said, grabbing her phone, "I have to go."
"Why?"
"Because...I just need to be in my own room, all by myself. Okay? Don't tell anyone I went. It's late enough, they should be done with the crime scene stuff."
"But Yunie!"
"But nothing Rikku. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Yunie!"
It didn't matter. Yuna was already out the door of Rikku's room, down the stairs and out the door. She didn't have a car, so she knew she would have to walk. It didn't matter though, she needed to collect her thoughts.
Even though Yuna had wanted to do some thinking, she found she couldn't. Confusion and shock still consumed her, and because of it, she basically wandered aimlessly.
She was passing Jyscal Guado's house just as the sun began to dip under the clouds, and she noticed that there were still a few cars at her house, but only a few.
Sighing, Yuna stopped and found herself looking at what was Seymour's house. To her shock, she saw none other than Baralai looking straight at her from the porch.
"Baralai?" Yuna said, marching through the grass, "Whatever are you doing here?"
"Studying," he answered, and indeed, he had a book across his lap.
"B-But...Aren't you in jail or something?"
"Jail? Why ever would I be there?"
"B-Because you...You were part of the Youth League!"
"Honestly Yuna," he said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play games, Baralai. I'm not in the mood. You...You didn't have anything to do with my father's death did you?" Yuna didn't know why she bothered asking, it wouldn't be like he'd give her a straight, honest answer.
"My sincerest apologies," Baralai said, "About your father. It was odd...I didn't even hear a gun go off last night or anything."
"Be-Because..." Yuna paused. She wanted to say it was because he'd been involved, but he was giving her such a puzzled look that she couldn't get it out.
Swallowing, Yuna finally said, "Where were you through the last months of school?"
"In Luca, studying," Baralai just said.
Yuna just shook her head, looking disgusted, and started off toward her house saying, "You know, I know the truth." Baralai only continued to give her strange looks.
Yuna then went straight to her house, and convinced the people around the area that she was okay to stay all by herself, and then went straight to her bedroom.
Although she had only been there a few days earlier, it felt great to be back. She sat on her bed, just as the phone rang. Yuna answered it, only to hear Rikku's voice.
"YUNIE! Guess who just called me? He hasn't called me in life forever!"
"Who?" Yuna asked.
"Gippal!"
"GIPPAL?" Yuna said, her eyes popping wide.
"Yeah! Gippal!"
"R-Rikku, is he there now? Like, is he here?"
"Yeah...I guess. He said he just now got back from the riots and stuff in Luca! He's coming over tomorrow!"
"I want to talk to him," Yuna said quickly, "Do you think I can come over tomorrow too?"
"Why?" Rikku asked, sounding somewhat suspicious.
"Rikku, something weird is going on. Baralai, Gippal, and that Paine girl I met from school. All of them disappeared, and now they're magically back. I think they have something to do with my father's death."
"What? Why?"
"It's a very long story," Yuna just said.
"Tell it to me!" Rikku pleaded.
"I'll explain it tomorrow, okay," Yuna just said, "But I need to go to bed. Okay? Goodnight Rikku."
"Goodnight Yunie."
At that, Yuna hung up the phone, and for the first time that day, started to cry. She cried herself to sleep, in fact, and dreamt of Seymour and her father both dying.