A/N: Heyy I'm back and I'm updating again, sorry for the wait, but It was an absolute must that I updated my other story before I update this one, although I had this chapter written a while ago. Sorry! But I finally updated the other one and here I am back with some more for you guys! Well, I hope you guys like this chapter, honestly I'm sorry if it confuses you, but eventually it'll all come together!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, but Brooke and Tyseuh

I Want Answers

Although I had slept for nearly three days, I found myself extremely tired. I yawned and laid back on the luxurious bed.

"If you want you may rest. I will send someone in with in the next few hours to wake you," the Maester told me as he walked through the doorway.

I nodded as I closed my eyes and fell back into my dream world.

Much to my surprise Auron was there again. "Auron!" I called to him as I an over to him.

He turned to me with a smile "You're back."

"Sleeping for three days can take a lot out of you."

He nodded as he stood up. "Where exactly are you?"

"Guadosalam." I smiled brightly. "Maester Seymour is throwing me a party."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "A maester of Yevon is throwing you a party?"

I nodded. "Yupp. I slept through my birthday because of the stupid coma thing and yea, he was like I'll throw you a party."

He looked at me skeptically. "That's special…"

I put my hands to my hips only to find another surprise. My daggers were there! I took them off and twirled them in my hands. It felt great to be able to do that again. I smirked in Auron's direction. "Ya know…I haven't had a training session in a while. What do you say to sparring with me?"

He whipped out his katana. "I was hoping you would ask."

"You lead," I said as I took my stance.

"Gladly," he said as he swung at me. I bent back letting the swing go right over me. When I straightened up once more, he took another swing, this time it was a vertical hit. I brought my daggers up to block it. He pushed his weight down on the blade. I took a deep breath and with all my strength, I pushed him away. He stumbled back a bit and I jumped in with a series of slashes. He managed to block every one, but at least I had him on the defensive.

"Impressive," he said as he blocked another attack.

I smirked at I took another swing at him. He, however, blocked it and countered. He took a swing, which I managed to barely block. He took a step closer to me and brought his sword down again. I once again brought both my daggers up in a cross formation catching his katana. He pushed down once again on his blade. He gave me a smirk when he swept my legs out from under me, knocking me to the floor. He looked at me and placed the blunt end of his sword by my throat. "Guess what?" He smirked once more as he placed the blunt end of sword on his shoulder. "You died…"

"Yea, shove it, Auron…" I said as I propped myself on my elbows.

He extended his hand to me. I accepted it and he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. I looked up at him and smiled. I stood there stupidly smiling for Yevon only knows how long before I realized we were still holding hands. I blushed and quickly retracted my hand, while I looked at something 'interesting' on the floor next to me.

He cleared his throat and said, "Your skills may have improved slightly, but you still don't ever expect the unexpected."

'Here we go again', I thought to myself. "Yea, whatever, Auron," I replied as I rubbed my lower back. 'I'll show him unexpected…' As he turned his back to me to looked at the river, I latched my daggers back onto my belt and walked up quietly behind him. As I went to shove him into the river, he turned around, grabbed my wrist and flung me head first into the river.

He laughed at me as I stood up in the knee high water. I glared at him as I went to wring out my shirt, "It isn't funny."

"Expect the unexpected," he replied with a shrug as he turned his back to me once more.

I scowled at him as I took off my sneaker. 'Expect this…' I thought as I flung my shoe at him, ultimately hitting him in the head.

He rubbed his head as he turned to face me. He looked really angry, but this is a dream so that's ok right, because nothing will happen to me, right? Well, just in case I took a few steps back into the river.

Suddenly, though, his face softened and he laughed. This made me take another few steps back into the river as I thought, 'He cracked, he's gone crazy…'

"Ok, Brooke. I will see you soon. I hope in person next time."

I hesitated before I answered. "As do I, but wait. You're leaving?"

He nodded and disappeared. "Great!" I said as I threw my hands in the air. "I'm alone again!"

Auron's POV

I sighed as I rolled over waking from my slumber. "Nice dream?" I heard the familiar voice of the Perky Al Bhed say.

I opened my eyes and gruffly replied, "What?"

"You had a smile on your face for the past ten minutes," she said with a smile.

I looked at her curiously, "You were watching me sleep?"

"I wasn't going to, but I rarely see you smile, so I was memorized by it," she said with a laugh as she plopped herself down on my bed. "Anywho, what'd you dream about?"

"Nothing," I replied as I closed me eyes and pulled the blanket closer to me.

"Was it of Brooke?"

My eyes shot open and I glanced at her. She had a mischievous grin on. "What?"

"Well, you've been overly worried about her all week, so I figured you dreamt of finding her, her telling you that she's ok," she paused and her grin furthered before she continued. "Or maybe you dreamt of you two holding hands frolicking down the beach." She laughed at my facial expression as she said, "Auron, jeez, I was only kiddin' about the last part." She rolled her eyes before she said, "well, was I at least right about you dreaming about Brooke?"

In a very calm tone I told her, "For your information, Rikku. I was dreaming about killing you." I looked up at her and narrowed my eyes. "Now leave, before I make my dreams come true."

She gulped before she dashed out of my room. I sighed after she left and sat up, getting a slight pain from doing so. I rubbed the back of my head and found a small bump. "What the…?"

I tried to think of any reasonable explanation for having a lump on my head, but the only thing that came to mind was Brooke's shoe. But that couldn't be it, that was just a dream… or was it. I stood up quickly and made my way down to the bridge. I walked to the controls and typed in a destination. This was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

"Where we going, Sarge?" Rikku chirped as she stood besides me.

I turned and looked at her. "Guadosalam."

Brooke's POV

I was awoken later by the shrill voice of a female guado. "Deary! You must get up now!"

I sat up quickly, startled by the abrupt awakening. "Huh? What?"

She walked near the bed. "Maester Seymour sent me to wake you. Now get up," she said as she took my arm in her abnormally long hands and practically dragged me out of the bed. "The bathroom is over there go shower. I will leave your attire on your bed." She shoved me into the bathroom.

By the time my mind actually registered anything that was happening I was in the middle of my shower. "…The hell?" I said as I realized I was in the shower. I shrugged it off and continued to wash myself. It felt refreshing to have the water run over me. I took a slow, relaxing shower. After I washed, I remained in the shower, concentrating on the drops that were cascading over my body. I was enjoying it thoroughly until someone knocked on the door.

"Ms. Brooke, I must insist you hurry. Maester Seymour is waiting."

I rolled my eyes and called back, "Alright, I'll be out in a moment."

Reluctantly, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself before stepping back into "my room." I gasped when I saw that I was not alone. "Your Grace?"

He turned in my direction, smiling. I shifted uneasily under his gaze, which rested a little longer on my exposed legs than I'd prefer. My wet hair hung in my face and the water droplets were beginning to form a puddle under my feet. "Ms. Brooke," he started as he brought his gaze back up to my face. "I just came to see how you were doing."

I forced a smile on as I grasped tightly at my towel. "Oh, well. I'm ok, just need to put my clothes on," I replied as I looked towards the clothes laid out on my bed.

"Oh yes, by all means," he said as he walked towards the door. "Come to the main hall when you are finished."

I nodded and watched him leave. When the door clicked shut, I ran over to it and made sure it was locked. I let out a sigh as I walked over to the bed to examine what I had to wear. I groaned when I realized it was a dress. I hate getting dressed up. It was a long red gown. It was low cut and there were practically no sleeves, it was spaghetti straps. It was a dark red, almost a wine color and had slits along the sides, which I estimated would start about mid thigh. The sandals were the same color and had straps that wrapped around my leg.

After I got dressed I walked back to the bathroom and blow out my hair. I smiled at myself, and then frowned. Something about this just didn't make sense in my mind. I shrugged it off though because how often does a Maester throw you a party? Not to mention this will most likely be the last party I have for a while.

After completing my look, I stepped foot outside of the room for the first time. To say the least, the place was gorgeous. The high ceilings and the crystal chandelier just added to the beauty.

"It's pretty, is it not?"

I jumped slightly as I turned around and looked at the Maester. I smiled as I responded, "Yea, some place you got here."

"Come, dear. You mustn't keep your guests waiting much longer," he said as he extended his arm.

I looked at him for a few moments before I accepted it and said, "Right…"

He led me to the feast hall, which thankfully wasn't too far from where we were. Upon entering he released my arm and walked to the front of scaffold we were on. He cleared his throat and called the attention of the people in the room. "Excuse me. May I have you attention?" The room quieted and glanced at us. "Tonight, we have a very special girl with us. She has beaten the odds and turned 18 at the same time. Now I want you to welcome, Brooke Rassi!" He motioned for me to move forward, and I did so.

I smiled and waved at the clapping crowd. After introductions were done he turned his attention back to me and the music began to play. "Care to dance?" I hesitated, not really wanting to dance with him, but can you really refuse a Maester? Luckily, he was needed elsewhere. Relief swept over me as I decided to mingle with the people.

The people themselves were extremely pleasant, a little too pleasant for my likings. The bad feeling I had about this party, just kept creeping back into my mind. They kept referring to me as Ms. Brooke and a few even addressed me as Lady Brooke.

After a while of talking with people I began to grow bored with the whole concept of this party. I mean it was nice, but now everyone was dancing and this isn't the kind of music you dance alone to and I'm avoiding Seymour at all costs.

Eventually, I gave up on mingling and found an empty table to sit at. I wasn't sitting long when I saw Maester Seymour making his way over towards me. Shit.As I turned to make my get away, my eyes came to rest on a silky red button up shirt. I looked up at the owner of the shirt and smiled. "I don't think I've ever been so relieved to see you."

He smirked. "Well, this is a change, normally you tell me to leave you alone. Are you maybe beginning to believe me that I only want to help you?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed. "Nope. Just getting stuck dancing with Seymour is a fate worth than death."

He laughed at my blatant disrespect for the Maester. He stole a quick glance over my shoulder, extended his hand, and said, "Well, that will have to do for now. Now, before your friend gets any closer, care to dance?"

I took his hand and pulled him into the center of the dance floor. Once in the center he rested his right hand on my hip and I rested my free hand on his shoulder. As we began to dance a thought struck me and I asked, "Wait. They can see you too right? It doesn't look like I'm dancing alone, does it?"

He shook his hair out of his eyes as he gave me a twirl and pulled me closer to him. "No need to worry. They can see me as clearly as you can." He looked over my shoulder and gritted his teeth. "Seymour is heading straight for us…"

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Oh wonderful…"

"Brooke, I've been looking for you all evening. I wanted to speak with you," Seymour said as he approached.

Why do I not like him? I forced a smile on as I replied, "Well, I've been speaking with the people and I met up with my, uh, friend, Tyseuh."

He eyed Tyseuh with suspicion before he said, "I don't believe I know you. Where do you come from?"

"Djose," he coolly responded.

"Well, I frequent Djose and I don't believe I've ever seen you and I do not think I would forget eyes such as yours… I was there not long ago, actually."

"Well, I have been traveling with my dear friend, Brooke. She's on a sort of pilgrimage."

His expression dropped as he gazed at Brooke. "You are a summoner?" I shook my head as I gave Tyseuh a bewildered look. "Well what kind of pilgrimage are you on, then?"

Oh well, isn't this great? What I supposed to say, 'Oh just to save Spira.' I bit my lower lip, actually, I should tell him , I mean it is Zanarkand against Bevelle and he is a Maester, but something held me back from telling him. I finally said, "I'm on a quest to find answers to the questions I have…"

He nodded in understanding. "Ah the ever noble, self finding path…"

I slowly nodded. "Yea… that's the one…"

Then much to my own happiness, Seymour was needed elsewhere. I turned my attention back to Tyseuh. "You're not from Djose."

He shrugged. "I know."

I looked at him confused. "Why did you lie?"

"Why did you?"

I pulled away from him and placed my hands on my hips. "I didn't lie."

He began to pace around me, like a shark circling it's prey. "Really? See I was under the impression you were gonna save Spira, not find yourself."

I crossed my arms over my chest and said, "I never said I was going to find myself, I said I was going to find answers to the questions I have. For example, 'Why am I the 'one.' Why did the kill my whole family. Why this is happening. And what they did to my fiancé."

He stopped his pacing and faced my back. "I can answer some of your questions, though I think you would prefer a little more privacy."

"Whatever you say."

He started walking away, pausing momentarily to address me, "Are you coming?"

I rolled my eyes as I walked after him. "Where are we going?" I asked as he led me down the hall. He said nothing as we continued walking, the only noise you could hear was the sound my heels were making when the made contact with the ground.

Finally he stopped before a large, doubled-door opening. "Seymour's study," he said as he pushed open the doors. We entered quietly and Tyseuh sat in the chair behind his desk placing his feet on the top of the desk and his hands behind his head.

I tapped my foot on the ground before I said, "Well, are you going to answer my questions?"

He took his feet off the desk and rested them on the floor. "Before we do that. Wouldn't you be more comfortable in something like, oh I don't know, this?" He made a motion with his hand, somehow changing my attire. I looked down at my clothes. A pair of low waisted fitted black pants and a turquoise colored halter-top replaced the dress. I looked up at him confused. He merely shrugged and said, "You pick up things when you travel."

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes in his direction. "I want Answers…"

He leaned back in the chair as he replied, "Seymour knows who you are."

I stared at him for a minute before I threw my hands in the air and said, "What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"Were you not curious as to why he was throwing you a party?"

I let my arms fall to my sides. "Ok, but… how does he know?"

He rested his hands on the desk as he continued, "Well, for starters you matched the description of the girl seeking revenge of Zanarkand." He saw her confused expression and he elaborated on it. "The Zanarkand soldier you let go came through here. He over heard his description of you. Then there was Vincent who was frantic about finding you. He said it was imperative to the safety of Spira he find you." He paused before continuing; "Oh yea and then, he saw the mark on your waist." He pointed to the mark that was now exposed.

He stood up from the chair and walk towards me. "He's not positive though. He wants you to clarify it."

I sat down in a chair and sigh as I ran my hands through my hair. He took a knee besides me. "Though you don't like him, he will protect you. He needs your help to bring peace back to Spira. He won't try to use you, unlike some…" He trailed off.

I lifted my head to look at him. "Some who?"

He waved my question off with, "No, it doesn't matter you've lost him anyway."

My patience was wearing thin. "No, Who is it?"

He leaned back away from me as he said, "Well, wasn't it obvious? Auron was only using you to be able to gain power for himself."

I don't know why, but I felt the urge to defend him. I locked eyes with him and said, "No, he wouldn't do that to me."

"Yes, he would, or should I say is." He placed his hand on my shoulder. "He doesn't care about you, Brooke. He only want to manipulate your power for his own purposes."

I buried my head in my hands as tears started to swell in my eyes and I held back my tears. "I just wanna go home," I muttered.

He stood up. "You want to go back to this?"

He pulled my hands away from my face and made me look up. He made a swift motion with his hand and I was gazing into a portal that was showing Besaid. My eyes widened in horror as the scene changed to show the remains of the village and its inhabitants. Bodies were decaying, some with fiends feasting on their remains. Every emotion was running through my body, until my eyes iced over from the anger that surpassed them all.

I stood abruptly and pushed Tyseuh out of my way. He stumbled back into a table as I threw open the doors and walked down the hall to my room, to grab my sword. I opened the door to my room and made a B-line towards my stuff. I grabbed my belts and wrapped both of them around my waist. I walked out of the room and back down the hall.

Tyseuh grabbed my arm. "Where are you going?"

"Zanarkand,' I replied as I roughly shoved him aside. As I entered the main hall I head to familiar voices. Once belong to Maester Seymour and the other belonged to… Auron.

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A/N: Sorry if this confused you a little, but hey that's what I'm going for. I hope you liked it though! Don't worry, eventually it'll all come together!

Thanks:

Anasazi Darkmoon: Bad guys good guys, Brooke seems to be a tad confused of that tid bit of information doesn't she? Well I guess you'll just have to wait to see what happens… :whistles innocently and walks away:

CeE CrOw: Yea, it was English, though I need an 'idiot to English guide' to decipher it lol. Ok, well, I'm going to review your story now, so toodles!

paSs 3: one word.. weird, but I heart you anyway!

KrystallTrensk: Tyseuh is a complex character that I have a lot planned for. He's basically the antagonist of the story, if that hasn't been made obvious yet lol. And why do you sense something is wrong with him helping her? Well that's because there is, but you'll find out what's up with that later. And as for Seymour, it is kind explained as to why he's being nice to her, though there is more to it… And as for Tidus… well.. That you're going to wait and see what happens with all that.

ChakaTehMoogle: Yea, everyone's a little suspicious of Seymour's behavior to say the least. There is more to it than there seems, but you're going to have wait a few chapters before everything come together… And I updated my other story! So yay! Two updates! Woo hoo!