A/N: Well here is the sequel to 'Dancing Pyreflies' and this is also the sequel to my writing. Meaning that this piece of writing I will make it more detailed, colorful, ect. than my past story. The title of this story was taken from the Final Fantasy X-2 Piana Collection CD, not me. Also in this story I will not give a prologue, the story will slowly reveal the past and what events took place after or before the meeting in Djose Temple. If I have any misspellings, ect. please forgive me...I wrote this late last night. I hope you enjoy and do review!


Chapter One: Sunrise in Bevelle

"Put back the stars

I'm out of shape tonight

Pinhole black velvet

Navigation-skills got lost with the fading light"

-'Put Back the Stars' by Blindside

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Eighteen years later…

The sky was a pastel sea-blue as morning began to slowly come around. Most of the city was still asleep as the sky became a shade lighter. The surpassing rosy-colored buildings began to take form as the darkness began to scatter off. Shadows still lingered in the corners as they watched two slender beings dash past them in a rush. The birds called out to one another in greeting as feet pattered on the stone streets. The city of Bevelle began to stir as a piercing cry of an alarm filled the air.

The alarm was soon accompanied with other yammering alarms as angry shouts filled the air. Curious and weary faces looked out the window in confusion, what was going on in Bevelle that could bring a city-load of alarms? The two slender beings increased their speed as the shadows swayed and hopped behind them. Green eyes were narrowed with determination as the angry shouts began to close in. They felt like young fawns, racing against the drooling jaws of wolves. Will we make it?

A soft tinkling noise accompanied them as one of the figure's golden, symbolic, and lone earring clashed with it's dangling sides. Muttering something about how it could give them away, the sound of heavy footsteps thundered behind them in a mad furry. "We need to get out of their range of sight," the muttering being spoke out, as they made a jerking turn to their right. Muscles were already screaming and crying with pain; the pain was shoved aside, but the throbbing muscles refused to be quiet and they quickly began to scream again.

"Right…let's go to-" the companion beside the figure nodded but was swiftly cut off when a group of soldiers jumped in front of them. Already they were surrounded and it was just morning. The two slender beings looked at each other for an answer, and a single location burned in their mind. Nodding, they gave a fake sigh and slumped their shoulders. "You got us…you guys are getting better at this everyday."

The soldiers gave grins and relaxed as each man congratulated their peers. "I can't believe we caught those brats," one soldier murmured as they gathered around each other. As they turned to face the two, they were gone and all that was left was the calling of the morning birds and alarms. "They got away!" the same soldier shouted in anger as he glared at the sky. "One minuet we leave alone and they already are gone." Bevelle was now a blushing as the sun licked and kissed the blood-red buildings.

The sound of doors opening echoed through out the quiet area. A lift waited before them and it's current destination was to Underground Bevelle. No one has ever ridden down there in the past five years. To tell you the truth, this place was sealed off but seals were meant to be broken. From what the two boys heard, something happened when the construction workers were fixing a circuit down below. All forty-five of them died, but that wasn't the problem or the concern right now. They had to hide and wait for the alarms to be silenced.

Walking onto the lift, they quickly descended to Underground Bevelle. As they walked along the quiet paths, a warm laughter emitted out of smooth lips. "So, Tatchi, I guess we really showed them," the voice laughed as green eyes shinned slightly. The companion just gave a snort in response as the light illuminated both of their features. "I'll love to see the heads roll when Baralai finds out."

Tatchi's seventeen-year old appearance appeared to be gruesome and sinister under the bad lighting. His white robe shimmered slightly as the black outline of the clothing crawled around it like a spider. The robe was fashioned in the same style as the Praetor of New Yevon and that also applied with his companion. His ebony headband held up his dove-white hair and kept the strands out of his shinning apple-green eyes. On his left ear was an earring that was the color of the golden sun. A single word from Yevon hanged on his ear as two smaller and miniature pieces dangled beside it. Occasionally they would knock against each other and a soft tinkling sound was the result.

Tatchi tilted his head to the left so that his finger could welcomingly scratch his neck in thought. "I suppose, I can't really say I'm satisfied with it all," he replied as he stared calmly at the darkening hallways or streets of Underground Bevelle. Secrets and death were said to thrive in here and here they were, walking into a nightmare. "Are you sure this is such a good idea?"

Tatchi watched his brother rub his nose and form a grin on his lips. Both of their green eyes stared at each other momentarily before parting away. "Koruko…why are you so silent?" Tatchi asked quietly as the repetitive singing of the pyreflies drifted through the air. The deep scarlet robe with black dashed on it, which proved to be an outline, and his wild and messy hair made him wonder why Koruko never used a comb. But somehow his attire attracted both woman and males…and Koruko was a seducer to top that off.

Koruko's own earring, which was just a symbol of pyreflies, hanged silently on his right ear. "Just thinking…which even I find quite surprising. Heh, did you see that chick's face when I –" Tatchi just shoved his brother away from him and countinued to walk on. Even though they were the spitting images of their father, Baralai, and twins to be exact…they were quite the opposite. For one, Koruko has a wild personality of a drunk monkey and is quite the well-know womanizer in Bevelle, as mentioned before. Also he has a nag at being curious which leads into running away from the law. While Tatchi seemed to take more from his father; Tatchi was always the one who made clear, precise, and successful decisions and is usually calm and patient.

"Where are we?" Tatchi asked softly as he watched his brother place his hands behind his head in a relaxed manner. Koruko shrugged his shoulders and wore a stupid grin on his tanned-colored skin. Sighing heavily he found himself standing in a dead end. His brother just laughed and ruffled his hair. Tatchi groaned in frustration at this gesture as they stared at metal door. The symbols on the door glowed as it sensed their presence; a soft 'click' reverberated from the door.

"Let's go in."

"And get ourselves killed by some unsent?"

"Maybe the unsent is a fiery chick with-"

"Alright…just shut it, will you?"

"Depends how she looks..."

Opening the door was an easy task, but staring at the thousands and thousands of rows of spheres was a more difficult task. They blinked their eyes in surprise, "What is this place?" Koruko rubbed his nose and grinned as he walked through the aisles of spheres. Some were a summery orange while others were a stunning crimson.

"This must be dad's naughty pictures," Koruko laughed as he lightly touched a nearby sphere. Its orange light glowed slightly at the touch but dimmed when it left. Tatchi snorted with disgust at his brother's comment as he walked past the snickering teen. "Come on…you know dad would do that. I mean, how did I get my charming ways? Definitely from dad…when he was younger of course," Koruko whined as he watched his brother ignore him.

Muttering curses under his breath, Koruko grabbed the sphere he touched and began to watch it. "Party pooper," he murmured as he collapsed on the ground as images began to appear. Soft voices filled his ears as he became memorized by the dark and vicious scenes. "This can't be…"

Tatchi sighed heavily as he scanned the aisles of spheres. They were marked by topics and ranks. Some were marked 'Spira's History 9389-9390 B.S. (Before Sin) and others were marked 'Leaders of Bevelle A-Z'. Humming softly to himself he fingered through the rows of spheres and failed to find 'Baralai' out of the numerous glowing orbs. "Strange," was all he whispered when his brother called out to him in distress.

"Yo, Tatchi! Guess what I found!" his brother called. Tatchi felt his posture slump and crumble. Must be some stupid sphere with naked woman…figures. Sighing into the cool air, he made his way to his cross-legged brother. Sitting beside him, Koruko handed him the sphere before looking off into the distance. "Watch it…it might shock you a bit."

Silently he began to watch the images appear as a treacherous scene began to unfold. Father's study came into view, but the furniture was placed in different positions. A young and wiry looking man was hunched over the desk as his dark, raven hair stood in odd places. The man's body heaved upward and downward and showed that his breathing was abnormal and fast. "Father…why have you deserted me?"

"I'm living in your shoes and in your shadow. Everyone is rebelling! They are calling me a thief! They say I am taking away the knowledge of the past! I'm just using the power you left behind for me and the power the people granted me. Now they scorn and snarl when I walk down Bevelle's mighty streets. Help me father…just this once," the man breathed out as the sound of a door closing echoed through the room.

"It's over…" a voice whispered and a handsome man came out of the shadows. Two guards stood beside the man, their guns aimed and loaded to shoot at command. The man's snow-white hair shinned softly as a cruel smile crawled on his lips.

"Father?" Tatchi croaked as he watched his father walk toward the now panicking man. Tatchi's mind roared with confusion as he watched his father smile, that cruel smile, as the guards shoved the frightened man against the wall.

"Trema's great son following in his father's footsteps… How foolish and naïve you have become over the years. Your father cannot save you, but even if he could what good will that do? Bevelle grows impatient with your puny gestures. We want those spheres revealed to us…why do you hide them from us?" Baralai snarled as he stood a breath away from the man.

The man, or Trema's son, began to shake violently as words began to dribble out of his mouth. "Please…don't kill me! I…its father's fault! He…he…went into the shadow of the hallways! There…hidden were all those spheres. A city full of secrets…that's what he called them. He said that…that in the streets he hid them! Unsents fill the area…pyreflies danced…he said that secrets thrive in damp and dark corners. Just like diseases!" he ranted on as he shut his eyes at the sudden glare from Baralai.

"Enough! I can care less what your father says…he is gone! I will give you a choice: either resign and never show your face again or be killed by these guards. Choose quickly," Baralai barked back as the guards tightened their hold slightly.

Trema's son nodded his head in a jerking manner, "I'll resign…just let me go." Baralai gave a grunt in response and made a quick gesture toward the men. "T-thank you," the man whispered as he collapsed on his knees with a pained expression on his face. Baralai just stared quietly at the man before giving a smile at the guards.

"Take him to Bikinal Desert…I heard they have lovely weather this time of year," Baralai hummed softly as the guards grinned and hoisted the trembling man up. Shoving Trema's son out toward the entrance, the man began to shriek out in fear and rage.

"You said I would live if I resigned! And I did resign!" he countinued as he struggled to fight the guards. Baralai laughed softly and sat on the empty chair behind the desk. Fingering with a lone pen that rested on the silent desk, his chocolate orbs moved back toward the screaming ex- praetor.

"I never said where you had to live…goodbye former Praetor of New Yevon. Be careful for the sandstorms and be a good man and always write to us. Take him away, boys," Baralai mused as he watched the guards leave the room with the praetor.

"I did it Seymour…I followed your advise and took control of my own problems," Baralai murmured as he closed his eyes. The scene faded away and left Tatchi blinking in confusion and shock. "This can't be father…and who is this Seymour?" Tatchi whispered to his brother, who sat deep in thought. A rare occasion it seems to see a womanizer, and a dirty-mined teen that could become a model, to sit and think. Bevelle seemed to be full of surprises as usual.

A gloomy silence filled the air before Koruko answered, "I'm not sure about this Seymour. But that was definitely father…who else could it be? I guess dad has his secrets too…and probably many. I wish I could somehow find more spheres like these."

Tatchi grinned and stood up, "Then let's do that. We'll go around hunting for spheres. Just like Yuna and Paine! I heard the both of them hunted for spheres a long time ago. Maybe we can do the same…but we have to be discreet about it. I guess we are going to shed light on an old mystery, right?" Something about the thought of leaving Bevelle sent his mind into a world of bliss.

Koruko raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement,"The problem is…that we never left Bevelle before." Tatchi grumbled and sat back down; sighing and muttering curses, Tatchi listened to the soft singing of the pyreflies as his earring clashed together. Both the sound of metal striking metal and spirits singing of yearn for life echoed though the air.

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A/N:

Thank you for reading the first chapter out of many. This chapter isn't that exciting, but it gets better. Trust me. All beginnings are slow and boring...but the next chapters will be thrilling as mentioned before. Don't forget to review if you want to make a comment, ect.