Chapter three! Isn't this exciting? Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed so far (along with my other stories). No review goes unappreciated. Unless it's defaming. I guess it's safe to say that a lot of what happened in the last chapter is semi-autobiographical, and the way Yuna descibes Tidus- other than the whole body thing, with me being skinny- is the way my friend who was helping me write that chapter describes me. Anyway, if you're slow, I'll remind you that this one is from Yuna's point of view this time. I may have to call one of my girl friends to help me again, Hahah. Let's hope not. I think I know enough to know what goes through a girl's mind. But, and I'm quoting Tidus from the last chapter, who really knows what a girl's really thinking? Okay. I've rambled enough. I'll just get on with it.
I felt the sun hit my eyelids. I tightly shut my eyes more and pulled the comforter over my head and curling myself up into a fetal position.

"Yuna-chan," I heard a gruff voice call me from outside of my door. I heard the man knock again. "Wake up, sweetheart. Time for school."

It was Auron, I concluded. He didn't come in, though. I heard him walk over to Tidus' room and knock on his door, telling him to wake up.

I sighed and pushed the covers off of me. I sat up slowly, yawning loudly and stretching lazily. I looked out the window and I was greeted with a bird's eye view of The Tokyo skyline. I got off my bed and slipped on my Hello Kitty slippers, and dragged my feet over to the bathroom.

After doing my business, I washed my hands and brushed my tangled hair out.

I trudged lazily over to my closet and pulled out my sailor fuku uniform. I rid myself of my spaghetti strapped, mid-thigh length baby blue nightie and slipped into a clean bra and panties. I dressed myself in my uniform and dug through a drawer full of socks. I pulled out a pair of fresh, bleach-white socks that went almost up to my knee and slipped them on my legs.

I walked out of my room and looked both ways down the hall. I saw no one, and I tip-toed my way next door to Tidus' bedroom. I knocked on his door silently, not wanting to cause any sound.

"Tidus-kun," I whispered quietly, but loud enough so that he could hear me.

I heard nothing.

"Tidus-kun," I repeated, only marginally louder.

I turned the knob slowly and cautiously poked my head in. After our embarrassing mishap last night, I decided that I just won't walk into his room anymore like I used to.

I looked around and scanned the room. I turned my attention to the bed and saw Tidus fast asleep, with a peaceful smile on his face, and holding a pillow close to him.

I quietly made my way toward the bed and I kneeled on the side.

I could hear him breathing softly, and watched his bare chest rise and fall slowly. His pajama bottoms were a little too big for him, but they looked cute all the same. I noticed that they were kind of barely hanging onto his waist, and I took note that his butt crack was slightly showing. I looked down, embarrassed at what I saw, and I climbed on the bed, hoping not to shake the mattress.

I shook his shoulder softly.

"Wake up," I whispered in his ear.

He seemed to have heard me, because he grunted softly.

His legs moved and he buried his face in the pillow he was holding.

I sighed quietly.

"Tidus-kun, wake up." I spoke, shaking him a little harder.

He moaned loudly and stretched his arms out, still lying on the bed, causing his back muscles to flex.

I placed my hands on his warm back and shook him hard.

"Time for school!" I exclaimed.

He groaned and turned his head to the left so that he was facing the windows.

"Ughh… Don't remind me," he mumbled lazily.

I giggled and climbed on top of him. I lied down on him and snaked my arms between his stomach and the mattress to wrap them around him. I rested my chin on his neck and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled goofily at me and kissed me back on my nose.

"Did you know you cuddle in your sleep?" I told him.

"I do not," he shot back, refusing to accept the fact that he does such a thing.

"Men don't cuddle," he added, feigning arrogance.

I rolled my eyes. "What is it with men and that dumb macho attitude?"

"Hey, it may be dumb, but at least we have our pride."

I sighed.

"You do so cuddle!" I countered. "And I think it's really cute."

He smiled and closed his eyes. "Well, maybe I do cuddle a little bit…" he said, as if I changed his mind when I told him how cute he was.

I laughed silently and soon, silence fell over us.

Just then, he spoke.

"I'm hungry," he whispered.

I smiled back at him and looked him in the eye.

"What do you want?" I asked him, running my lips over his spiky stubble, feeling the prickliness.

He moaned quietly and closed his eyes dreamily.

"Umm… food?"

I laughed at him and took in the scent of his blonde hair.

"You smell nice," I complimented.

He laughed tiredly. "Thank you?" he replied questioningly.

I giggled and began tickling his belly.

He laughed loudly and started writhing and squirming.

No matter how muscular and beefy he got, he would always be ticklish.

"Stop!" he pleaded mid-laugh.

"Not until you're awake!" I stated.

"I'm up, I'm up!" he yelled defensively. "Jeez…"

My laughter died down and I kissed his back, pressing myself deeper into him.

"Uhh…" he moaned.

"Hmm?" I asked, looking at him.

"You're breasts feel good…" He said to me mindlessly, as if he didn't think that over before it blurted out of his mouth.

My faced reddened to the point that my cheeks were as crimson as the red sun on the Japanese flag.

"Excuse me?" I yelled, sitting up, but not getting off of him.

He seemed to snap out of whatever perverted fairy land he was in.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I mean… Ummm…"

I shook my head rapidly, my long hair flying in every which direction.

"Ewwwwwwww!" I cringed. I quickly got off of him and pushed him away from me. Apparently, I pushed him hard enough that he rolled off the bed with a loud thud.

"OW!" I heard from the floor.

I guess I don't know my own strength.

I jumped off the bed and crawled over to his side. He was lying on his back, rubbing his sore bottom.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized. I took his head and rested it on my lap.

He opened his eyes and looked up at me. My hair fell and fell like rain.

He raised his hand weakly and waved it, as if to say "it's alright."

"Are you okay?" I asked dumbly.

He grinned lopsidedly and closed his eyes. "Mmm' hmm."

"Good," I simply stated. I got up and let his head drop to the carpet with a thump.

"Ow!" he uttered.

I walked over to the window and looked out to the view with my arms folded in front of my chest, my back turned to him.

"What did you do that for?" He asked bewildered, propping himself up by putting his weight on his right arm, with his left hand rubbing his head.

I turned to him stomped over to his side and crouched down and looked him in the eye.

"Serves you right for saying that to me!" I pouted. I poked him in the stomach, and he squirmed back in response. "You Filthy McNasty…"

"I thought you would take it as a compliment!" he exclaimed stupidly.

"That's what I expected from a guy." I retorted snobbishly. "Honestly Tidus, you are the dirtiest, most raciest person I have ever met."

I didn't notice it right then, but he was looking up my skirt. I could tell when he licked his lips slowly and by the fact that a tiny drop of blood fell from his nostril and onto his chest. I looked down in embarrassment and closed my legs quickly.

"Ugh!" I yelled. I started slapping his chest, beating it like he was a pair of bongos. "Will you ever learn?"

"Ow! Owwww! Stop, please!" he pleaded. "I'm sorry!"

I didn't say anything, but I stopped patting his chest. I got up, and stomped over to the door. He got up and looked at me dumbly.

"Go get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs!" I ordered. I opened the door, got out of the room, and slammed it behind me.

I pressed my back toward the door and leaned on it.

'Why does he keep giving me these love-sick stares? And does he really have to stare down my shirt or my skirt ever damn opportunity he gets? Why does he do that?'

Then it clicked in my mind.

Of course!

"Because he's a pervert!" I concluded, saying it out loud. I smiled and made my way down the stairs and toward the kitchen.

I saw Auron at the dining table, reading Tokyo Shimbun, and eating miso soup, white rice, daikon, and Yakizakana, and a cup of tea.

"Ohayo, Yuna-chan," he greeted, not taking his eyes off the newspaper he was reading.

"Ohayo Gozaimasu," I replied politely, bowing. I took a seat at the table in front of a meal sitting in front of me and picked up a pair of chopsticks next to me.

"Where's Tidus-kun?" he asked me as I broke the wooden chopsticks apart.

"He's getting ready," I replied and picked up a clump of rice.

He nodded and continued eating and reading.

A few minutes later, Tidus came running into the kitchen, buttoning up his white long-sleeved dress shirt and adjusting his khaki dress pants

"Ohayo!" He spoke out of breath, waving at us.

Auron and I smiled at him and went on with our meals. He took a seat next across from me as a maid laid the same meal I was having in front of him.

"Arigato," he thanked her.

"Do itashimashite," she replied. She bowed and left the room.

We continued and finished breakfast in silence. Auron was the first to leave as he grabbed his car keys and bid us goodbye and to be productive in school, just as he always does.

Tidus and I took our dishes to the sink and rinsed them off quickly and left them in the sink.

We ran up to our rooms to brush our teeth and gather our book bags.

Before we left the apartment, we yelled out goodbye to the servants and closed the door behind us.

We walked down the street to the subway station together, making our way past the people on the sidewalks.

Then, Tidus finally spoke up, breaking the silence between us.

"I'm sorry, Yunie-chan," he apologized again, referring to our mishap earlier.

"Its okay, Tidus-kun." We continued to walk in silence.

ZEN ARUKANDO HIGH SCHOOL, SHINJUKU

We made it to Zen Arukando High School, the school Tidus and I attend. I don't know if I told you, but we're all in the same classes, except gym, so that contributes more to our inseparability. I'm just saying.

Anyway, we walked down the hall side-by-side, making our way past groups of people talking about pop culture, celebrity gossip, stem cell research, you know, things you expect average teenagers to converse about.

We made it to our classroom and we sat at a desk together.

I saw my four best friends, other than Tidus, Rikku Aoyama, Lulu Watanabe, and Wakka Ogawa.

Tidus and I smiled at them, and they walked over to us.

I guess you'd expect some introduction to them right? You'd be right.

Rikku is a good friend of five years. We met when we were twelve. She's pretty upbeat- like she drinks five caffeine filled lattes a day, and loves ganguro fashion. She's your quintessential follower of the ganguro trend: blonde, highlighted hair, tanned skin, a killer, slender body, spends most of her time shopping and in Shibuya and Ikebukuro, and overly decorated accessories, like her cell phone for example. She keeps it constantly covered in purikura and little trinkets. She reminds me of those western, American girls that call the beach their second home and spend hours upon hours shopping. She gets in a notable amount of trouble with teachers on a daily basis because of her uniform violations. Like any "teeny-bopper" of sorts, she tries to bend the uniform policy and decorates her backpack with key chains and patches, and alters her skirts to mini-skirts, wears loose socks, and has outrageous hair styles. But beyond all that, she really is a good girl, and easily befriends people. She's also smarter than she lets others on to believe. She gets mostly A's, with one or two B's on the side, but on a very rare occasion does she get a B. One more thing, other than her signature ganguro appearance, she has another trademark: her contact lens. She wears green contact lens with a distinct swirl design on them. She says it's to differentiate herself from other ganguro girls, and boy does it make her stand out. It's practically the first thing that you notice about her, like how people always say that my bi-colored eyes makes me stand out from everyone. But I can't blame them; how often do you see a girl with two different eye colors?

Wakka was a new here a few years ago. He moved here from Hawaii, so that explains his Hawaiian or Pacific Islander accent. But he's part Japanese from his mother's side, and he's fluent in both English and Japanese. He was actually born here, but, because his father was in the US Navy, he was stationed in Hawaii until two years ago, he came back to Tokyo. His father retired shortly after that, so now Wakka's here to stay. He's got a killer tan, mostly from time surfing in Hawaii. He's very much an average student. You know, a B plus average. But he is smart; he just doesn't apply himself as much as he could. I guess you could say that he's lazy, which he is, but not to the extent you would think. He's rather active, and pretty muscular- like Tidus. But personally, I prefer Tidus' body. Anyway, he's really a sweet guy, and, like Tidus, he's like a big brother to me. Tidus talks to him sometimes, and they have a lot in common, but Tidus still doesn't know a lot about him, so he hasn't developed the best friend relationship you'd think they'd have. He also has his on-again, off-again relationship with Lulu. But then again, who didn't see that one coming?

Lulu is like my big sister, while Rikku is like my little sister. She's the, what I like to consider, the polar opposite to Rikku. She follows the gothic Lolita fashion, and spends a lot of her time in the Harajuku district. As you'd expect, she's very smart, probably the smartest of the three. She's pretty, in the intellectual way, and she doesn't really talk much. One thing does stand out about her, and it's her chest. She's very busty to say the least. When I think about it… Why does Tidus prefer my breasts over hers, when mine are like ant hills compared to hers? Maybe because he's known me longer? I guess that's it. Whatever. Guys are too complex.

"Ohayo, Yuna-chan!" Wakka exclaimed to me, catching me in a hug.

I laughed happily and hugged him back.

"Ohayo, Wakka-kun."

I greeted Lulu and Rikku we started talking, while Tidus and Wakka began their own conversation.

"They sure look like they're hitting it off," Rikku observed, gesturing at them.

Lulu and I turned our heads toward them as they talked.

"Yeah," I agreed. Maybe Tidus finally found another person he could connect with. It took him long enough.

"So Yuna," Lulu began turning her attention toward me.

I turned my head to her. "Yeah?" I asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of my eyes.

"Rikku and I saw you and Tidus at Omotesando Hills yesterday," Lulu said.

My eyes widened. "What? Why didn't you join us?"

Rikku giggled. "We were having too much fun watching you flirt with Tidus-kun."

I gasped and looked down at the desk, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. I then looked up at them.

"I was not flirting!"

Lulu scoffed. "Yeah; licking someone's neck definitely isn't a sign of affection."

I sighed exasperatedly. "It was frosting! I was trying to get frosting off of his neck!"

"Then why didn't you wipe it off with a napkin like any other normal human being?" Rikku shot back.

I froze.

'Because I love him.'

I shook the thought out of my head. I couldn't tell them that! Even if they were my best friends! I promised myself that I would keep it a secret, no matter how much I wanted to tell someone.

Rikku and Lulu grinned.

"Yuna loves Tidus…" they taunted in a sing-song voice.

"I do not!" I retorted.

But who was I kidding? I loved Tidus more than anything. The need to tell someone was growing. But I fought it and pushed it back down.

I promised myself I would not tell anyone.

"I do not!" I screamed.

Just then, a girl with dark brown and black hair walked up to us.

Dona Suzuki.

She was a girl in our class. She's… how can I say it? …She's been around… a lot. More than a teenage girl should- more than any girl should for that matter. From what I hear, she's the most notorious home wrecker around. She'll stoop to very low levels to break up a couple, or even best friends. I also heard she's a part time prostitute and does her business in Roppongi and Kabukicho. I guess she's pretty- if you like that sort of thing. She's kind of a kleptomaniac; she starts a relationship with a guy, sucks them dry of their money and possessions with her looks, sleeps with them, and leaves them on the street. Simply put, she's a prostitute. And in my opinion, "prostitute" is an understatement. Also, I honestly don't like calling people such negative things, so hearing something like "I think Dona is a whore" from me is definitely saying something.

"So there's no chance you could ever have feelings for him?" she asked me in a nosy tone, uninvitedly jumping in our conversation.

She seems to have overheard our conversation, but that goes without saying.

I lost my control. I was tired of them teasing me. I got up from my chair and banged my hands on the table.

"Yes! Do I have to spell it out for you? I. Do. Not. Love. Tidus. Sasaki!" I yelled, while somehow maintaining a straight face.

Everyone in the room looked at me. Twenty-nine pairs of eyes glued on me.

"Okay, then. That's all I needed to know…" she told us. Before she walked away, she turned to us- namely me- and smirked mischievously.

I slowly sat down. Everyone continued with their business. Everyone, except one person. I could still feel two eyes stuck on me, gazing at me from behind. Their gaze was spine tingling, and it gave me a sour feeling inside.

I turned around slowly, and, as I expected, those pair of eyes belonged to none other than Tidus Sasaki.

Ohmygosh. What the fuck just happened? I'll tell you tomorrow. Or whenever I feel like updating. It could be tomorrow. Or I could just leave It at that and the let the ending be open ended so you can stretch your imagination and think of your own ending. You never know. Anyway, thanks again to those who reviewed so far. More reviews mean a higher chance of a new chapter. But I'm not making any promises. Oh yeah- there were quite a few stuff here that I felt needed to be defined.

-Sailor Fuku: the pop culturally famous Japanese schoolgirl uniform. It first came to fruition in 1921, and has been used in middle and high schools across Japan since.
-Tokyo Shimbun: A Japanese newspaper published specifically for the Tokyo area. There are two issues daily: one in the morning, and one at night.
-Yakizakana: flame-grilled fish.
-Ohayo: "Good Morning" in a casual tone.
-Ohayo Gozaimasu: "Good Morning" said more respectfully.
-Arigato: "Thank you."
-Do itashimashite: "You're welcome."
-ganguro: I pretty much described it in Rikku's character description paragraph. Ganguro is basically a fashion style popular among Japanese teenage girls. Like the way I described Rikku, they generally have bleach blonde hair, tanned skin, heavy make-up, short skirts and spaghetti strap tops, and a fetish for decorating accessories. You would normally find then in the Shibuya and Ikebukuro districts of Tokyo.
-purikura: sticker photos you take in those picture booths.
-yakuza: An underground network of Japanese street gangs. They are also one of the largest crime organizations on earth, and parallel the Italian Mafia.

-Nishi-Shinjuku: A neighborhood in Shinjuku, and is both Shinjuku and Tokyo's largest concentration of skyscrapers, including the Tokyo Metropolitan government building (tallest building in Tokyo, and the place where Auron works), Tokyo Opera City, Shinjuku Town Square, and Park Hyatt Tokyo, among others). By the way, this place was mentioned in the last chapter. I just forgot about it.
-Zen Arukando High School: A fictional high school I created, set in the Shinjuku ward. Also, If you say "Zen Arukando," out loud, you'll notice that it sounds almost identical to "ZANARKAND," albeit with a Japanese accent. Am I clever or what?
-Ikebukuro: a district in the Toshima ward, home to large department stores, the ganguro fashion, and Ikebukuro Station, the busiest train and subway station in Tokyo, serving 2.2 million people a day, and the second-busiest in the world, second only to Shinjuku Station, also in Tokyo.
-Harajuku: A neighborhood in Shibuya made popular in the west by Gwen Stefani, but you all know about that, right? Anyway, Harajuku is popular among fashion obsessed teenagers. You would normally find street performers, high-end boutiques, and teens dressed in gothic Lolita clothing, just as I described Lulu. Omotesando and Shibuya station isn't too far from here.
-Roppongi: A district in Minato famous for its night clubs, a large concentration of westerners, and the famous Roppongi Hills complex. It's also one of Tokyo's red-light districts, with a notable amount of love-hotels, hostess bars, and other "prostitution buildings."
-Kabukicho: A district in Shinjuku, probably most famous being a red-light district, with its strong presence and number of host and hostess bars, and love-hotels scattered throughout. Also, there are major shopping and retail stores, restaurants and nightclubs. Also of note, the Japanese yakuza has a strong presence in this area, though they keep themselves well hidden from locals and tourists alike.

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