Yuna drank her coffee rapidly, threw a pair of different sized coins on the table and stood up eagerly. The young girl folded the newspaper, glanced at the clock hanging from the wall, and turned around, speeding out of the vast cafeteria with hurry.
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Tidus was laying on the bed, his round, transparent white face read boredom, his eyelids were low. With a deep sigh, the little ghost sank deeper into the bed, as his mind sank deeper into sorrow. The conversation he had maintained with Rikku last night made him think about a lot of things. The most important of which was the fact that he couldn't remember anything about life. There had been a life, not that long ago, but it was all lost, all vanished with his body, as if memories were a part of living. However he was sure those thoughts remained in him, only sleeping, latent, waiting for the ray of warming sun that was to wake them up. Flashes roamed his mind from time to time, like those confusing images swimming past him last night, finishing in a terrible pain at his chest. Those memories woke up with certain stimulation, if he could just find something that might have been very important to him, maybe he could trigger all of his living events.
The ghost glanced around the room, his eyes landing on a glimmering picture, the glowing rays of sun that filtrated through the gaps in the blind caressed the picture with tender, warm rays, as if intentionally illuminating it for him. The ghost smiled gently at the image. It was Rikku, and she was in the picture with three more people, one of which was Yuna, and the other two he ignored. The Al Bhed was laughing, smiling as if that was the most precious moment of her life, surrounded by her friends.
The spirit smiled gently, glancing at the picture with loving eyes. She was so pretty, so lovely, and had been so nice to him, and so caring. He loved just the way she was cheery all throughout the day, even when she was grumpy first thing in the morning. He loved just the way she giggled, and the way her forehead wrinkled when she was worried or thoughtful. He loved the way she thumped on her leg when she was waiting for something, or anxious, as if she was playing the piano. He loved her spiralled green eyes, and her rosy lips, and just everything about her.
"I wish I could have known you when I was alive…" Tidus murmured, his eyelids falling again, this time sadly.
The little ghost started to float towards the wall, planning to go for a walk and clear his mind. He felt constricted, trapped, being all day haunting this room like the classic phantom with a ball. The ghost stopped dry in his ethereal gliding. Turning around rapidly, he approached the picture, leaning over the table to stare at it closely. Tidus gasped loudly, his eyes widening, and a large smile appeared in his mouth.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed floating high with joy.
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Rikku was in History of Mechanics class, which she had failed in June, and which she had to prepare it along the summer to pass her examinations in September. The professor had gently agreed to teach her, being it as he was staying in the university for the summer to work in a project.
The girl was doodling at the corner of her notes, scribbling beautiful letters, and scribbling sketches of a tiny ghost with blue eyes. She smiled at the ghost and continued taking notes distractedly. Her hand worked to write down the words, hence her mind roamed away, occasionally catching words such as "Machina" and "Legend". This class was terribly boring, and nobody would convince her on the contrary. The girl smiled again at the picture of the ghost, imagining his blue eyes sparkling like the ocean caressed by the moon. Her stomach made a strange, sharp movement, leaving a sensation of fluttering butterflies inside it. Rikku did not stagger, but her attention was sharp now, not on the professor, but on herself.
"I can't be falling for him!" she muttered to herself louder than she would have wished.
"You were saying?" the professor, a young, handsome Al Bhed, inquired stopping his writing on the board.
"Oh… nothing. I am just a little tired!" Rikku explained shamefully.
"We'll stop then. For next Monday bring me all information you can gather about any Legendary Machina of your option." The man smiled gently, gathered his things and walked out of the class.
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"Rikku!" Yuna called, running throughout the corridor, newspaper in one hand, while the other tried to hold her apprentice skirt steady to avoid tripping on it.
The Al Bhed turned around and stopped, a smiled appeared in her lips as her cousin and best friend approached her at full speed. The Summoner apprentice stopped with a small leap, released her skirt and folded over, inhaling air through short, ragged breaths.
"Relax Yuna, relax! Why are you so excited?" Rikku inquired.
"Look what I found!" the older girl handed her the newspaper, trying with effort to gather some oxygen.
"An old newspaper?" Rikku inquired, staring at the newspaper with the same curiosity she was staring at her cousin with.
"No, flip it over, look, down there!" Yuna felt better and pointed at the article she had marked with a pen upon closer examination.
"Fatal Accident in Road Z-5:
Last night a tragic accident ocurred. A car hit the media fence and flew approximately five metres until colliding with a directional sign, to fall back to the road straight afterwards. The car's only occupant, a young, twenty year old man by the name of Tidus, perished minutes after the collision, his demised caused by the brutal impact. The cause of the accident might have been a mixture of alcohol and speed."
The article was accompanied by a colour picture, like all of Zanarkand's newspaper. The picture showed the crumpled remains of the car, the deep wine colour, the plate, and little more considering the state of the vehicle. Rikku glanced closer at the picture, curious to see the mark of the car.
"Hyundai Sonata, GLS." The girl read, "Do you think it is really him?" Rikku inquired at Yuna doubtfully.
"I don't know, but the dates are very close, and I don't know anyone other than him with the name of Tidus." Yuna commented wisely, yet slightly indifferently, "It is a terrible death, what could have come over him to do such a crazy thing?" the Summoner commented glancing at the picture, horrified.
"I don't know, he can't remember anything about his life. I wish I could help him remember somehow…" Rikku stared at the picture, sadly, and a feeble, yet bright smile curved her lips.
"You know?" the Al Bhed began speaking after a long while of silence, "I wonder what he looked like when he was alive. Was he handsome? Maybe a dark haired man with penetrating green eyes? Or perhaps a gentle red head with black eyes and a freckled face?" the girl commented spaced out in her own world.
"Oh my goodness Rikku…" Yuna gasped so loudly that Rikku leapt up startled.
"What?" Rikku was now curious to whatever Yuna had to say, more curious than worry however.
"You love him?" Yuna asked cautiously, yet a weak, controlled smile had began to form in her lips.
"What? No! Are you nuts?" Rikku defended herself, yet her pale skin had began to stain a tender, crimson colour, and her eyes looked away shamefully, avoiding contact with Yuna's impressive bi chromatic.
"Then it is true! Love can outcome death!" Yuna commented with a smile, yet it was obvious that deep down, she was terribly worried for her cousin, how far would she go for someone who was just a ghost?
"Whatever Yuna, even if I loved him, he is dead, I'm alive and glad to be, there is no way to bring the death back!" Rikku muttered sharply, turning around to leave, "I have a lot of work to do, I'll see you later!" the AL Bhed raced down the corridor, leaving Yuna alone in her thoughts.
The young Summoner was smiling, relieved and almost happy, interested in a caring way to where this was leading. It might be impossible to bring back the dead nowadays, for ancient cultures spoke of being capable to resurrect their deceased, hence she had forgotten how.
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"Yuna, I need your help!" Tidus commented in a hushed voice.
Yuna opened her mouth to speak, but a screeching noise deafened them. It sounded almost like nails scratching a blackboard, this sound amplified to unbearable extents. Yuna bent over, covering her ears, her face frowning pained. Tidus did the same, feeling the paint of the sound to a further reign, for it was terribly familiar, and brought him residual pain in his chest.
"What is she doing?" Yuna bellowed when the screeching had been replaced by one equally loud pumping sound.
"I don't know, she has been locked in that room for a week." Tidus pointed down with his gaze, motioning at the large, empty garage, "She won't let me in, you know?" the ghost shrugged his last comment off, but felt slightly down.
"Ah… I see, well, what is it that you wanted?" Yuna inquired returning to the topic that had brought Tidus to her room in the first place.
"Well, I want to surprise her for her birthday, but I need your help for that!" Tidus began to explain excitedly.
"Count with me!" the young Summoner screamed over a new kind of sound, undefined for their untrained ears.
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"The wait is over Tidus!" Rikku's head poked happily from the room.
The girl was looking exhausted, her face dirty with some strange mixture of substances Tidus could not recognize, and black rings framed her eyes. However, she was looking joyful, relieved and infinitely excited. The girl moved away to allow the entrance to the small, lovely ghost. The spirit entered the room, the light penetrating his fleshless body. Blue eyes widened enormously, and mouth gaped shocked and surprised, an inhaling, surprised sound filling the room.
To Be Continued…
AN: OK, what is what Tidus has seen in the room? What makes him so surprised? Guesses are welcome, as are suggestions. I am having more free time right now, and I'm hoping to finish this story between this and next week. I'm liking the way it's turning out, better than I thought. Well, hope you are enjoying it. Now for another treat, for those who like my Trailers, and who like Harry Potter.
THEATRICAL TRAILER:
(Imagine this with the Titanic Music)
"I'm having this weird visions lately!" Hermione says worriedly.
"What kind of visions?" Ron asks.
"About a life… my life!" Hermione answers.
Scene Change.
"YOU DID IT! YOU WON!" A group of people call excitedly.
"I DID! YAY!" Hermione yells throwing a helmet. She is seated on top of a white horse, which looks tired and sweaty.
'When you discover…'
"What is happening!" Hermione is crying at the Astronomy Tower.
'That your life…'
"I can become a mare…" Hermione's voice whispers, as we see a cauldron with silver smoke escaping from it, forming the shape of a horse.
'Is not real, what will you do?'
"DON'T!" Hermione as a mare yells.
The mare pounces forward and hits a black bear, making him stagger and loose balance.
"Hermione he's dangerous!" the bear growls.
"He's your friend!" the mare neighs furiously.
'But when it's time to go back…'
"You have to help her, you can't let her go!" Ron yells at Headmistress McGonagall.
"I can't do anything Ron!" the Headmistress shakes her head sadly.
Scene Change.
"I'm VANISHING!" Hermione yells gazing at her hand, which have turned slightly transparent.
'Will they find a way…'
"Don't leave me…" Ron whimpers sadly, holding the girl's hand.
"I won't, not without a fight!" Hermione states determined.
'To stop it?'
"There must be a way!" Ron yells, passing pages furiously.
'Two friends, united by the same loss'
"Help me, Hermione!" Ron whimpers frightened.
"I don't know what to do!" the girl exclaims, looking around nervously.
'The loss of their lives.'
"What are we doing now?" Ron asks.
"Just live I guess…" Hermione answers with a smile.
Scene Change.
"Step away!" Ron whimpers painfully, kneeling on the floor.
"But Ron…" Hermione makes an attempt to reach him, worried.
"STEP AWAY!" Ron bellows angrily, extending a hand to stop her.
Scene Change.
"Welcome class, I am professor Remus Lupin" A voice says, over the scene where Hermione looks up startled, from her desk.
Scene Change.
"This will be an interesting year!" Hermione's voice is place over the scene where she is walking across a corridor, wearing a uniform, and clutching her books, a smile in her face.
Scene fades.
A LIFE TO LIVE
"Don't forget me…" Ron's voice is placed over a scene where he is sitting at Hermione's bed, holding her hand.
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