Chapter Three! Woo! Okay, I have nothing to say. I could state the obvious, and say that I don't own Final Fantasy X, but that would be stating the obvious...and stating the obvious is just something I do not do.
Someone was poking me. I opened my eyes.
I felt sick; I was still lying in a pool of water and the salt from the sea was dried to my skin.
"Come on," Wakka said, pulling me up by my arm.
"We've almost reached Kilika; you can take a bath, yeah?"
I nodded, and some of the men from the control room started mopping the water that was laid thinly on deck.
Wakka led me downstairs into the cabin's bathroom and handed me a towel from a stack in the hallway. The he left, without saying anything more.
I wondered if he was still shaken up about Sin, and I wondered where the others had gone.
I took my bath as quickly as possible, though I was sure to be thorough. I tried not to be excited about going to Kilika, but I couldn't help it. What if I had a family there, waiting for my return?
And even if I didn't have family there, perhaps there was a big group of friends, mourning the loss of their number one at sea. They would be so excited to have me back...
Who was I kidding? The real reason I washed up on shore like that was because I was just a pawn in someone's demented plan, and they didn't need me anymore.
I crawled out of the bath tub, and wrapped the warm towel around my small, shaking body.
I didn't know what to think.
Apparently, when we drove Sin away from our ship, he went to Kilika. Hundreds were killed.
I tried not to cry as I looked around at all the wreckage and all the people whose loves had been ruined in the blink of an eye.
Dance, Yuna, dance. It was disgusting.
My staff smoldered under my skin as I watched her, wanting to lash out and strike her down. I wasn't sure why.
Wakka snapped me out of my trance as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"I wish you wouldn't have had to see this." he said quietly in my ear.
Tidus stood not too far away, looking how I felt: sick, yet utterly perplexed.
Yuna danced to send the souls of those who died to the Farplane. Lulu explained this to Tidus quietly, and I listened. If the souls are not sent, in time they will become fiends, killing those who live merely because they are jealous.
Wakka dragged me and Tidus off to a hut right after the Sending.
We sat up in those beds, talking a bit. He mostly reminisced about Zanarkand. He used to live there, before he was sent here. I thought, but didn't say, that maybe I had come from Zanarkand too. If that was the case, maybe I would never get my memories back.
Perhaps he sensed what I was thinking because he told me, "Don't worry, it's probably just Sin's toxin."
I wondered bitterly, do you honestly believe that rubbish?
I shrugged instead, and laid down.
"You've been pretty quiet since we got here." Tidus observed, sitting on my bed.
"Yeah..." I agreed.
"Are you alright?"
"I don't know."
"You've got to give me a bit more than that." He said, grinning.
I didn't smile. "It's just that...Kilika, this place...isn't at all as I pictured it. Especially now that everyone..."
He thought about that a moment, I guess, because he just looked at me.
"How did you picture Kilika?" He inquired.
I sighed, "I don't know, a big city, I guess. Not some stick huts on a beach." I know I was being a bit judgmental, but did that ever stop me before?
"A big city, huh? There's still hope yet."
He got off my bed and laid down in his own.
It was bedtime, I guessed. Not that I had anything intelligent, or interesting to respond to his thoughts, anyway.
We went just as quickly as we came. When it was all said and done, I was a little sad we were going. I certainly hoped that was not going to become a habit. The men that had survived were rebuilding and the women had some shops open, and were tending to their wounded.
They all bade Yuna a very safe trip, and the best of luck to the guardians.
What about me and Tidus, eh?
I supposed that was something I would have to get used to; being ignored.
So long as I remembered my name soon, that suited me fine.
As we set sail for Luca, I wondered to myself.
What would I do when I remembered everything again? Would I remember not remembering? How much had my life really changed? Is being with these people, riding on this boat, traveling to strange lands; is that something I would have never done before?
I was yanked from my thoughts when Yuna sat beside me.
"I'm sorry about all this, Star. I wish you didn't have to live like this."
For some reason, hearing her small voice talking about my 'no-memory' situation was really annoying.
"Don't worry about it." I looked out over the water instead of at her irritatingly beautiful face.
"But I have to!" She urged, "Anything to do with Sin...you losing your memories...it's all a part of why I'm here right now."
"No," I snapped, "It isn't. I didn't lose my memories because of some pissyold bat swimming around in the ocean."
She looked mortally offended.
"Perhaps not..." She whispered, not doing well to mask her pain.
"Look, I'm sorry. It's just a touchy subject for me."
She didn't understand. Maybe if I hit her hard enough over the head with my staff, it would do the trick.
"Yes, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have brought it up."
Ah, the bitch, making me feel bad and such.
"Like I said, don't worry about it, okay? I'll be alright."
Yuna nodded, "In time, stars may fade, but their memory will live on in the minds and hearts of those who watched them grow day after day, night after night. Therefore, Star, you will always live on, in the minds and hearts of those who knew you. Whatever happens, I will help you find yourself."
Pfft...I dropped you at a pretty tough spot. I'm so bad. So...you think Star is remembering anything yet? Betcha that made you go up and look at stuff she thought about...no? Well, you should. Update as soon as I can. I've been having a rough time lately, but I won't go into the gory details. Believe me; they're gory...and sad. bye bye, my lovely readers, for now.