Heyheyhey…I'm like Fat Albert…crap. Well, it's GG…AGAIN…and I've decided to update this ficcy again. I deleted my Aurrikku one and put up this one in its place. My Aurrikku one sucked, and I've got writer's block on my Yunason one. I'm just going to put out chapters, not caring what shipp it is. That okay, peeps? I'm going to finish up the Yunason one soon and put out a Lulu/Chappu one. That'll be an easy one to do. I've got the plot of it all covered out. I'm just trying to get this one out now because I've written all of these ones out in my notebook, and this might be the only time to type them. I'm lazy. And a few of them play the idea that Tidus and Yuna DID have sex, and Yuna got preggy. And one's a poem. I actually wrote that one first.
This chapter is called 1 Billion Drabbles. There won't be a billion, but there's going to be a lot. None of them fit the one thousand word requirement so I put them all together. If anyone is wondering what a drabble is, it's fanfic slang for a story that is around a hundred words, even though most "drabbles" are around three hundred. I'm writing them until I get to a thousand words.
Disclaimer of Doom: I'd love to own FFX, really I would. But poor old me, I've only got a computer, a PS2, and a copy of the video game. This sucks.
Waiting
She sits on the beach, grabbing the sand and watching the wind drag it away. The same wind that blew away her tears away, just like he used to.
Him. The son of a bitch who destroyed her life, her sanity. The reason why she snuck out at night to stare at the ocean, waiting for him.
That's what she's doing right now. Waiting. Waiting for the one thing that will never come.
She opens the matchbox, and lights the candle while she pushes the tiny lifeboat away, hoping that her prayer would be heard this time. So it would be the last prayer. She blows the flame out and crushes it in her palm, mixing it with the white sand.
She lies down, her chestnut hair spread across the white crystals as she stargazed. Waiting. Waiting for him.
She'll wait forever, if it meant seeing him one last time. She's still waiting, as she will always wait for him.
She doesn't care that he's not real, and she'll wait anyway. She wishes he'd come back, so she'd remember why she loved him this much.
But he still hasn't come. But she knows that she'll always wait for him. Always waiting.
Life's A Box Of Chocolates (Inspired by Breezah's Of Sticks and Stones)
"Life's a box of chocolates, you'll never know what you're going to get."
She used to have a caramel filled life. She was happy and free. She was that innocent little girl, the carefree girl whose smile lit up the room, like a walking sunshine. She was that little girl who skipped around carelessly, intent on live her life, and every waking day to the fullest. But more than anything, she was in love. Head over heels with the most gorgeous man she had laid eyes on. And he had loved her back. There was nothing that could take away her smile.
Grab the controller, and press the fast forward button. Did I say that there was a sickly sweet caramel filled chocolate here? I lied. In its place, is a horrible puke filled chocolate.
Her life sucks. She's depressed, anorexic, and covered in self mutilation scars. And the perfect guy I was telling you about…he's a fucking dream. She's a mess: she has depression fucking up her mind, she on the brink of death because she's too thin and losing to much blood, and she still in love with fucking dream boy.
She gone to far, no chocolate can save her now. No caramel filled truffle can fix a fucked up life.
Yes, life is like a box of chocolates, and Yuna picked the wrong one.
Tears of A Fallen Angel
Crying. She's cried too much, spent too many nights bawling herself to sleep, wasting too many tears on an imaginary person, Okay, maybe he wasn't imaginary, but he still wasn't real. Fake people aren't worth tears.
Too bad her emotions don't know that. But how was he not real, when they kissed in Macalania, and when it got out of hand, and their hormones took control, Yuna ended up with a fat stomach. Pregnant on her pilgrimage…fabulous. But still, when can you have a child with a dream man. Chici is a real child; in fact she's like a female clone of her father. Golden blond hair, tanned skin, electric blue eyes, the whole nine yards. But she knows it doesn't matter, and it certainly isn't worth crying over.
But she can't stop crying. Her hearts been broken, shattered, torn, shredded, then incinerated. Who can blame her? She can't move on, as she became attached so quickly. He really was too good to be true. She'd been a fool in love, and she had found out how hard love is the tough way.
She doesn't know how to deal, so she drowns herself in alcohol and drugs. Chici was taken away from her, and she's in therapy. What a lousy was to spend her life as the first High Summoner who survived!
But no matter what she does, her pain won't go away. Her hearts still in pieces, her mind still set on mourning, and she's still crying. She'll cry no matter what, despite the fact that it's not going to do her any good. She'll bawl her eyes out for eternity, awaiting the time they could be reunited. But he's not here, her hearts still broken, and she's still in tears. The tears of a fallen angel.
Shattered Dreams
He's a dream
The High Summoner was told
Get over him
This mourning thing is getting old
What they forget
Is that he broke her heart
As she gave it to him
Cuz she loved him from the start
How was he a dream
When I hade his kid
'Cuz of that night in Macalania
I'm glad that I did
Yes, that's true
They all did say
Just move on, girl
Don't keep yourself in dismay
Ten years went by
A decade later
She had transformed
From a life lover to a hater
She hated her life
She wanted it to stop
She has at the bottom
When she should have been at the top
She bounded to the kitchen
Shaking as she picked up the knife
She closed her eyes, took a breath
Then ended her own life
Tears fell from eyes
As the news went around
The High Summoner had died
Spira was crying and falling down
Time went by
All was forgotten
Except for a child
Her dreams were not forgotten
To this day, she sits in her room
Stares transfixed at the knife
Contemplates her thoughts to herself
About how her mother ended her life
Surprisingly, that took a really short time. Well, I have to finish this before my parents freak out. Byes.
Luv,
GG-Byotch