Disclaimer: I apparently own Yuna & Tidus now. Don't ask me, my friend Angie decided that they were my bitches (since I'm openly bi. It has its perks, like kissing that drunk girl a couple nights ago…*watches her readers as they scurry away*). Of course, I didn't pay for them, so it probably doesn't count.

Heh, this is the chapter I've been waiting to write ever since I wrote the same events as Yuna.

But, anyways… I think this is gonna be way to entertaining for me. I like writing fluff far too much than is good for me.  (Note: I had originally put in a few sentences about how I wouldn't be writing yaoi or yuri fluff, but... well. When chapter sixteen rolls around, you'll see why that's grown increasingly inaccurate. I took it out now that I'm redoing it because I didn't want to confuse people. Yeah. Go me.)

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"Hey… Sir Tidus?" I heard a familiar female voice behind my call. It was around ten at night and the party was well under way. I turned around, and before me stood the girl who had practically bitten my head off for trying to find Yuna this morning.

"Yeah?" I answered warily. What did this girl want?

"Uh… sorry for this morning. You know, the whole spaz-out. I was just, you know, trying to protect Yuna and stuff. Sorry." She blushed as she was saying this and gave a little bow, obviously embarrassed.

I shrugged it off. "Nah, I understand. No problem."

She smiled. "Good. By the way, my name's Lora. You got any idea where Wakka is?"

"I think he's over there," I said, pointing to a food table, where Wakka was indeed stuffing his face. Lora grinned, thanked me, and made her way to the tanned blitzer. When she got to him, she pulled him out onto the dance floor and began to… "dance" with him. Really, it looked like they were doing… something other than dancing. I think I'll leave it at that. I just shook my head. A lot had changed while I was gone. I looked around again. Yuna was sitting on the sand, talking to people I didn't know from the town. She looked so happy, talking and laughing with her friends. I got a sudden, irrational and slightly embarrassing pang of jealousy, knowing that she could be happy without my. I downed the drink I had almost forgotten I had until now, some sort of mix of distilled Malboro venom & an alcohol whose name I couldn't remember. I took a second to sort out all my emotions, then put my empty cup on a nearby table and went to talk to Letty and Keepa, two of the players on the Besaid's blitz team. They kept me occupied with a detailed description of everything that had happened in their last game, and finished up with asking me to come to practice some time.

Then, the thing Yuna had called a nyteu began to play some slow song with a female Al Bhed singing about lost love (At least, I'd heard the Al Bhed word "muja" in it, so that's what I'm assuming). A smile fell into place across my lips. This was my chance. I walked casually over to Yuna, who was now sitting alone watching the people on the dance floor and wearing a dreamy smile. "Hey," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Wanna dance?"

Her only answer was "Um…"

"What?" I asked. Was she trying to think of a way to turn me down. No. She loved me. I just had to keep reminding myself of it.

"I… uh… I don't… I don't know..." she still wasn't answering my question, and I didn't know why.

"Don't know what?" The truth hit me like a ton of bricks. "How to dance?" She nodded, and I burst out laughing. Normally I wouldn't, but, well, I guess I had a bit more to drink than I thought. My laughter decreased to chuckling when I saw how Yuna was blushing. "Hey, that's okay. I'll teach you."

"Um… Okay." She still seemed pretty tense as I led her to the dance floor. I placed one of her hands on my should and took the other in mine, allowing my unoccupied hand to rest gently on her hip. Slowly, I taught her one of Zanarkand's most popular dances, a box step.

"How'd you learn?" Yuna inquired, obviously about dancing.

I explained to her that I had to know in Zanarkand, being a celebrity. "Why didn't you learn?" I asked when I finished.

She shrugged. "There was no need for me. When I decided to become a summoner, I knew that I wouldn't get married, because I'd be killed defeating Sin. And I wasn't really interested in boys before that."

No conversation followed. We just looked at each other. Once again, when I looked into her eyes, it felt like I was in a trance. The entire world fell away from us, and it was like there was no one else in the world but the two of us. Everything beyond Yuna was blurred: Nothing else mattered. Something suddenly invaded my vision. For a spilt second, Yuna was gone. Instead, I was looking into someone else's eyes which seemed to be endless, emotionless black holes in her skull. This person was undeniably beautiful, but she was gone before that thought registered, and Yuna and the rest of Spira flicked back into existence. It was then that I finally tore my eyes from Yuna's face and noticed her clothes. "Yuna, what the heck are you wearing?" She looked like she would have fit in perfectly in Zanarkand (There's another reason it's called 'the city that never sleeps," if you get what I mean), with her hot pants, knee-high black boots and shoulder-baring shirt, along with more makeup than I'd seen on anyone in a long time. She blushed. "Rikku gave them to me." That made me feel slightly better about them. Not that I didn't like them, but at least I knew that Yuna wasn't a slut. Her cousin was. "Think you'll wear anything like this again?" I asked, playing hopeful.

"Most likely not," was her response.

"Aww." Only in your dreams, I thought to myself.

Soon afterwards the song ended. Lulu had lit a bonfire while we had been dancing, and now we sank down near it in the sand. I pulled Yuna close to me. And of course, who would show up but Rikku, the infamous, moment-ruining Al Bhed? She grabbed Yuna's hand, trying to pull her up. "Yuna," she said, still pulling on her hand.

"What?" Yuna asked, an almost exasperated tone in her voice.

"Come 'ere!" she cried. Yuna stood and allowed Rikku (who I was deathglaring at) to lead her over to the other side of the fire. They had a quick conversation, then they went over to Brother, who was in charge of the nyteu. Rikku whispered to him, and he nodded and turned the music down until it was off. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?" He asked. He didn't have the accent he had when we were on Yuna's pilgrimage. "We have to very special guest singers here tonight who want to perform a song that, what, they both wrote?" Rikku shook her head, motioning to Yuna. "Oh, that Yuna wrote." I stared at them in amazement. Yuna wrote songs? I didn't even know she sang. "So," Brother continued, "let's give a nice, warm hand of applause to our special guests, Ladies Rikku and Yuna!" The crowd clapped and cheered. Brother set up a microphone, which the girls stepped up to. They looked at each other and Yuna started singing timidly. Their song was obviously about a girl who was calling her lover back to her. It was about me. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that, but I decided I would settle it all later.

Some people brought over a log from the forest during this, and I plopped onto it, absorbed in the song. Rikku was obviously more used to performing than Yuna was. She sang confidently, like it was impossible for her to mess up. Her voice was higher than Yuna's, but matched it perfectly, which I noticed when they sang what had to be the chorus together.

The girls switched solos every two or so verses. By the end I knew Yuna had written it about me. But of all of it, the line that I was listening to most was the one that Yuna met my eyes while she sang, the very last one: "Will you make all my dreams come true?" She was speaking directly to me. I gave a small, almost infinitesimal nod. She smiled when I joined the crowd in its cheers. She ran from the area that had served as her stage, and I caught her in my arms and, lifting her high, swung her around in the air. Everyone was watching; I knew that without taking my eyes from Yuna. When I set her down, I dipped her into a kiss that was as much to please the crowd as it was to please us. Our audience appeared to enjoy this and started shouting at us, howling and cheering. Of course, some jokers had to make stupid remarks ( "Oh, come on, get a room already!"), which we promptly ignored. When we broke away, we were both grinning like idiots and breathing hard. I pulled her over to the log and sat down, pulling Yuna into my lap. I pressed my face to her hair. "You were great," I murmured, my voice slightly muffled. I pulled back and gently turned her face towards me. "Yuna, I promise, I'll make all your dreams come true. I'll be with you forever... For eternity." She smiled shakily in return and I pulled her into another kiss, lacking none of the emotion that our last had.

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A couple hours and a lot of sake later, Lulu put out her bonfire (which had almost died out anyway), Wakka cleaned up the food, and Rikku took down the decorations. Yuna and I didn't do anything: We had already snuck back to her house. We practically flew up the stairs to her room. All the sake I had consumed during the course of the night (which was a considerable amount) had since taken control of my body, and was making coherent thought nearly impossible. My thoughts were as slurred as I knew my voice would be if I tried to speak when I pinned Yuna against the door she had just slammed, kissing her forcefully. She pulled away from the door and lead me to the loveseat against the far wall. I stumbled drunkenly after her, my mouth still connected to hers. We fell onto the couch, trying to remove each other's clothes as fast as possible. I felt… wild, free, like some sort of untamed creature, unhindered by the ties of humanity. It wasn't how it had felt the last time I did this. My other experiences really hadn't been for me: they'd been something I did only for it to be recognized by my friends and teammates, back when I played for the Abes. This was different. Maybe it was because I was felt for Yuna in a way I hadn't for the other girls: they had just come with the fame, beautiful fans and expensive prostitutes fawning over you, usually for little more than justification to say they screwed one of Zanarkand's most desired males. Yuna wasn't like that; maybe that was why I couldn't control myself, because she seemed to be doing this so willingly ("seemed" being the key word there).

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I woke up late the next mourning. My head pounded like someone had taken a hammer and smashed my skull into pieces, my stomach feeling like I'd just been punched there twice in a row. Yuna was laying with her back to me. "Yuna… what happened last night?" I questioned, my brain foggy. I wasn't exactly sure why we were both laying naked in her bed and couldn't put these fact together right away.

It was only when she motioned to our discarded clothes and mumbled "Figure it out," did I actually, well, figure it out.

When I did, a strange feeling came over me. "Oh," I murmured simply, my hangover and the remaining intoxication from the night before keeping me from freaking out, which I most likely would do later. I stumbled up, walked over to the couch where my clothes were and quickly dressed. I looked over at Yuna. She was still in bed when I finished. I walked over to that big closet thing her clothes were kept in, pulling out essential clothing for her. Once that was finished, I laid my selection on the end of the bed and left.

After leaving Yuna's room, I went down to the kitchen, where Rikku was sitting at the table and Lulu was cooking something in a frying pan. I smiled and leaned against the counter. "Hey, guys," I said, my hangover making it sound like I had just crawled out of bed.

"Hi," Rikku said quickly, not meeting my eyes. I sent her a strange look but, since she wasn't looking at me, she didn't see it. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, as though she knew something she shouldn't and was embarrassed about it. I wondered how much she knew about what had happened last night. If that was the cause of her embarrassment, she obviously knew a lot. The possibility that she had heard us and peeked into Yuna's room to see what was going on amused and humiliated me at once.

A couple minutes later, Yuna entered the room, wearing the outfit I had picked out for it, a blue skirt and shirt. "Morning, sleepy head," I said, smiling as though nothing had happened.

"Good morning," Yuna said, just as casual as I was. When she sat, Lulu placed a plate of what I supposed was scrambled chocobo eggs in front of her. "Aren't you hungry?" she asked, looking at me. I assured her I wasn't and she started on her eggs, apparently without guilty that she was... I don't know, stealing food from me.

She had almost gotten through her breakfast when Lulu asked her, "So, where did Tidus sleep last night?" She and Yuna locked eyes for a second, then Yuna looked away. "My room," she said, once again sounding casual, like she was answering a question about the weather.

"Hm... And, where will he be sleeping tonight?"

"Um… the guest room?" Yuna responded, her answer more of a question.

Lulu smiled slightly. "Good answer."

No one said anything else for the rest of the meal.

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Yuna had appointments after lunch, so I had some time to kill, most of which was spent trying to defend myself against the verbal blows Wakka delivered after breakfast. I had been wandering around, looking for some way to entertain myself until Yuna was done. Wakka soon found me loitering at the beach.

He approached me, the anger on his face and in his body making him look like something that had just crawled out of hell. "Uh…. Hi, Wakka," I said, trying to sound normal.

"Don't you 'hi Wakka' me, brudda," he said crossly. "I know what you an' Yuna did last night."

I stared at him, shocked. Then I realized why he was so mad. He always told me Yuna was like a little sister to him. The knowledge that your best friend and your little sister  were going at it probably didn't rest well with him. God, I thought, is everyone is this place trying to protect Yuna? I didn't know what to say, so all I said was "Oh."

"'Dat all you got to say for yourself, man, 'oh'?" He was obviously very angry about all this.

"How… how'd you know?"

"I'd be surprised if the whole village didn't hear you guys!"

I gulped quietly.

"So, what's your excuse?" Wakka asked, still glaring at me.

"Uh… I was drunk?"

"That's no good!"

"I don't know, Wakka! I just couldn't stop myself! It was like I was possessed or something!"

He sighed and was silent for a couple seconds. "You think she'll get pregnant?" he asked, his whole demeanor changing.

I could practically feel the blood drain from my face. "You don't think she could, do you?"

My old teammate snorted slightly. "Well, girls can, ya know."

I swore venomously, slapping my hand against my head. I hadn't even considered the possibility until now. " I can't believe I didn't even think of that!"

Wakka just sighed and shook his head at me, grinning slightly. Then he became serious. "I don't want you to hurt her, brudda. You won't…" he scratched the back of his neck and lowered his voice slightly. "You won't leave again, will ya?"

I didn't know how to answer. "I hope not."

He gave me a friendly punch in the shoulder and walked away, leaving me to think about everything he'd said.

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So,  how'd you like chapter 7? My, we're on chapter 7 already? Damn. Anyways, I don't really have anything to say right here, so, I'm gonna go.

~E.N.