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A/N: That is a lot more people than I got on my first chapter of my other story (Adjusting to a New Life in the Final Fantasy X section) now I have over 130 reviews for that story so that means ill have an insane amount of review for this too!

To Live for What?

Brooke's POV

A throbbing pain in the back of my head awoke me. I opened my eyes, only to force them shut again. The sun was brightly blazing overhead. How long had I been out? Why am I on the floor… outside no less? I thought back to yesterday's events. Cove, engagement, locket, Luzzu, Zanarkand, Ree-Ree…

"Tidus!" I quickly pushed myself off the floor and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through my body and I let myself drop to the floor once more. Mental note: Never do that again.

After allowing the pain to dull, I slowly lifted myself off the ground. I got into a sitting position and checked for my sack. But, when I reached for it, it was gone! I closed my eyes tightly as another wave of pain ran through my body. When I opened my eyes again, I looked around. Bodies were scattered everywhere. I didn't see Tidus' though.

By the looks of it, the village had been decimated. With the exception of one house, the rest had been burnt to the ground. They even destroyed the temple. It also seemed that no one has survived either.

The sight of a gash across the lower part of my arm brought me back to the realization that I desperately needed a potion or something. Maybe there is something in that house. I slowly and painfully made my way into a standing position. I staggered over to the house, eventually making my way into the home. I looked around and recognized the house to be Gatta's. He had recently been called off to fight in the war. I wonder if he's heard about Besaid.

I made my way to the bathroom, where his mother kept all the potions and stuff. I opened the door, only to be greeted with the scent of death. The stench was so overwhelming I ran to the sink and threw up. I looked to my left, where the stench seemed to be coming from, and I saw the shower curtain pulled shut on the tub. I left it that way; I was in no way curious to see what was behind 'curtain number 1.' With my head still in the sink I reached for the cabinet. I opened it and felt around. Nothing. I raised my head and gazed into the cabinet. Empty. It was empty. Damn it. Talk about leaving no survivors. They wanted to make sure there was no one left and that if they didn't kill you, the fiends would. The fiends! How am I supposed to get out of here without being attacked? I'm too weak to fight now- I'll never make it to the docks.

"Damn it." I slammed the cabinet shut. I looked at it and a mirrored reflection of whom I assumed to be me looked back. I had a black blue across the left part of my face along with various cuts. I looked down. My clothes were ripped in numerous spots and I could only imagine how many cuts I must have. I sighed, turned and left the room.

I entered the living room and looked around. They had pictures all over the place. One picture in particular caught my eye. It was a picture from Gatta's seventeenth birthday. It was a picture of me, Ree-Ree, and Tidus. We had made T-shirts. Mine had said 'happy', Tidus' said 'Birthday', and Ree-Ree's said 'Gatta.' I smiled at the thought of that night. That was the night me and Tidus had officially started dating. That was last year.

I walked over to the picture and took it in my hands and looked it over. Tidus was standing next to me, with his arm around my waist and Ree-Ree was standing in front of us with her arms in the air. It brought tears to my eyes to think that I will never again get to be with them. I took the picture out of the frame, folded it, and stuck it in my pocket.

I exited the house. I looked around once again. Although there were dead bodies strewn throughout what used to be the village, no fiends had come. I found it mind-boggling. That's when it hit me. Ree-Ree had always worn a charm bangle. It emitted a low whistle that only fiends could head and they stayed at a 30 foot distance. I walked over to Ree-Ree's body. I lifted her right arm and undid the bangle. I place her arm back down and put the bangle on my left arm. I looked back at my little sister. "Thanks Ree-Ree, you really are a life savor. I love you."

I stood up, entirely too quickly I might add. Pain shot through my body again. I looked back down at my sister. "I really wish you were here, Ree, I could sure use your white magic skills now." Although my sister was only 9, she was quite talented with the white magic spells.

Well now I have to get to the dock and hope a boat stops here. I started out for the beach. Just as I was exiting the 'village' I came across my daggers. I bent down, slowly, and picked them up. I latched them to my belt and continued walking. Every step I took was achingly painful. When I finally reached the area overlooking the town, I stopped. I turned and looked back to the village once more. I said 'goodbye' to this place I would never see again and was on my way once more.

When I came to the bridge that passed the waterfall, another wave of pain rushed over my body. This time, though, it hurt so much that I let out a yell and was brought to my knees. I stayed there a few minutes before I got up again. If this keeps friggin happening, I'll never make it to the pier.

I finally made it to the beach, only about 50 feet from the pier. As I was coming out onto the shore, I saw a young girl. She was about my height and was very thin and yet she had a figure. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, with random braids with beads scattered through out it. She also had a blue headband on. She was wearing a yellow bikini top with a short army green skirt. Her underwear straps came out of her skirt and rest slightly above her hips. There was a yellow belt with two pouches attached to it, around the waist of the skirt. She had on these blue and white boots and regardless of the Besaid sun, she was sporting a yellow and orange scarf and her arms were covered with this white piece of cloth that tied bows down her arms.

I approached her cautiously. I wasn't sure if she was with Zanarkand or just a visitor. I was debating between talking to her and trying to sneak by her, but in the end I figured I would talk to her. I mean if she was with Zanarkand and killed me, I would be with my family and if she wasn't then I could get some kind of help from her. "Um, excuse me, miss?"

She spun around with daggers in her hands. She looked ready to fight. Shit. This can be a really bad thing. " No, I don't want to fi…"

It was too late; she started to charge at me. She jumped at me, ready to rip me to shreds with her daggers. Quickly reacting, I grabbed her wrists, rolled onto the floor, put my right foot on her stomach and flipped her over me. I stood up again and tried once more to explain that I didn't want to fight her. "Please, you don't understand I don't want to fight. I really can't."

She didn't seem to be listening. She seemed to be mixing things? She turned back to me, smirked and threw whatever she had at me.

Shit. I narrowly dodged the explosion by rolling out of the way. This girl isn't going to listen. Pain shot through my body again. I shook it off and stood up.

"Alright, if it's a fight you want," I took my daggers out, twirled them, and stood in my fighting stance, "Then it's a fight I'll give you."

She charged at me again. I spun out of her way and cut her across the back. She countered by slicing me across the leg. I let out a pained yelp and jumped back away from her. The counter had thrown me off guard and gave her a chance to attack me.

She tackled me to the ground. I struggled at first and then another wave of pain seared through my body. I was surprised at how a girl with such a small body frame was holding me down, but then again I wasn't exactly at my best. She held her left dagger to my throat. She had both my arms pinned down with her legs so that there was no way I could attack her now. She got close to my face. This was the first time I saw her eyes. They were emerald colored and swirled. They seemed to be filled with determination and anger.

"You Zanarkand people are all the same, now drop your weapons."

The first thing she said to me threw me off, one because her voice was so innocent sounding and two because I am not from Zanarkand. I mean if I were from Zanarkand would I be here alone, desperately trying to get some help? I looked at her and replied. "I'm not from Zanarkand, I'm from here, but here look." I released my daggers. "I'm unarmed."

It wasn't like I had much of a choice anyway. She had my arms pinned down and I was too weak to fight her anyway.

She took my daggers and threw to the left of her. She stood me up with the dagger still to my neck, stood behind me and said, "Liar!"

"I'm not lying. I am really from Besaid. My name is Brooke Rassi, but go ahead kill me," I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Zanarkand had already killed everyone I love."

She seemed to be contemplating what to do, when a gruff male voice from behind us interrupted her thoughts by saying, "Let her go, Rikku."

"But…" she turned us around.

I was now facing an older man who appeared to be about 5'10". His hair was graying and he wasn't revealing much of his face. He had sunglasses on with a long dark wine colored coat that's collar covered half of his face. He seemed to be of a strong build, although I couldn't be sure. One arm of his was in the sleeve of the coat and his hand was gloved and hung freely at his side. While his other arm was hidden with in the jacket. He had a big jug attached to him waist and was wearing enormous boots.

He looked me over and said, "Rikku, let her go. She's not with Zanarkand.

She tightened her grip on my arm and said, "But how can we be sure?"

He lowered his sunglasses and peered over the tops of them. "I don't know, but maybe the words 'Bevelle Brutes' written across her chest is a clue."

"What!" She spun me around. She looked at my shirt then releases me completely and laughed nervously. "Oopsie, sorry."

I just nodded and turned back to the man. I wasn't sure whether I should thank him for saving my life, be mad that he's keeping me here away from my loved ones, or be appalled that he was looking at my chest, but before I could do any of those things another wave of pain shot through me. Only thing, this time the pain wasn't subsiding. I let out another yell and fell to my knees.

"Rikku, what exactly did you do to her?"

She ran next to me and touched my arm, which caused me to wince in pain. "Nothing! She was already really beat up when I found her."

She found me? Ha. I found her and she attacked me.

"Do you have a potion or something on you?"

She frantically searched her pouches. She shook her head and replied, "I must have left all my potions on the airship."

He took his arm out of his jacket and said, "Let's move then."

He walked over to me, scoped me up, and started carrying me. I let out a whimper when he picked me up and he looked down at me. He whispered something, I couldn't really hear him, but it sounded like 'Don't worry. You'll be fine now.' That's the last thing I remember before I blacked out… again.

A/N: Well I hope you all like that chapter :smiles: I hope I get a good number of reviews for this chapter too! Thank you all! Please reviewwww :gets on knees and begs: