Author's Note: Oh my god! Guys I am SO SORRY! I did not mean to take this long to update. I got so caught up with my other story, and school, and colleges and stuff that I just completely forgot about it! I know you want to kill me since it is so close to the end, and I have no excuse except for pure laziness! And I know, this is short! I'M SORRY! But I wanted to get it out as soon as possible so here it is. I wrote it last night. ENJOY!

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A Piece of the Past

Tyseuh looked at me like I had five heads as he stood from the bed and walked towards me. "This thing with Zanarkand?" he questioned. I nodded my answer as I bit my lower lip. "Yeah, if we were to wed, this whole thing would 'go away' as you put it."

"Then that's what I want," I said with a false confidence in my voice. This isn't really what I wanted. I wanted to go home, and be with my family, but that wasn't going to happen so the next best thing would be to just end this.

He stood before me, placing a hand on my neck. "Are you sure?" He questioned his silver eyes filled with uncertainty. "Is this really what you want? You're positive this is what you want?"

I stepped back away from him. "Why are you trying to talk me out of it?" If it wasn't hard enough to agree to this, he was questioning my motive behind it. I ran both hands through my hair as I looked at him incredulously.

"No, no, no, Brooke, I was just… caught off guard by your sudden decision," he admitted as he walked towards me. Once before me, he caressed my cheek with his hand. "I'm enthralled by your decision." He kissed my forehead before continuing, "But this is your decision, right?" I nodded, which caused him to smile wider than he already was. "Excellent. We'll set the preparations into motion immediately." He lifted my head up by the chin before giving me a quick peck on the lips. "You'll not regret this, milady." He turned from me and walked for the door.

"Ty," I called to him before he walked out the door. "Where are you going?"

"To inform the people. You want this over as soon as possible, no?" I nodded, not quite following his train of thought. "Well, then you'll want the wedding to happen soon." He grinned before slipping through the door and into the hallway.

I sighed as I walked towards the bed I had only woken up on a few hours prior. I dropped down face first. Was this really the right thing to do? Sacrifice everything I could have for the sake of it all being over?

"Lady Brooke?" the friendly voice of Hope echoed throughout the room.

I lifted my head off the bed and glanced towards the door. "Yes?"

"Master Tyseuh has told me to get you. You need to pick out a few thing for the wedding," she told me as she took a step into my room, a smile gracing her features.

I half smiled and nodded before getting off the bed and following her out of the room, starting what would prove to be a rather long day.

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The entire day was a blur to me. I just walked around with a fake smile on my, not a clue what was going on. Between getting measured for the dress and making choices about what stupid flower I wanted, my head was spinning. It got to the point where I just started smiling and nodding to everything. I didn't want to be with these people I wanted to just leave, to be alone. I mean I think at one point I said I liked mauve… I don't even know what the hell mauve is.

As the day progressed I was beginning to question what I was doing. Like, is it really the right thing to do? I had this ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach that I just couldn't shake. I mean it just seems to good to be true. Eventually, I managed to shrug that feeling off, but because I was being inundated with questions about my favorite type of flower arrangement. Flowers…psh, I hate flowers.

Finally, and I emphasize finally, the day was over and I was getting the opportunity to go back to my room and sleep. As stupid as this may sound, I was looking forward to sleeping. I mean not only have I not been clean and slept in a bed in the longest time, but it was the only place I could go back home, which is what I wanted to do the most.

"I bet you're tired," Tyseuh said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Ready to get some sleep?" He was walking me back to my room… well, I really should say our room.

Actually, he hadn't left my side all day. As nice as it may appear and as sweet as it may sound, it was freakin' annoying. I had no time to be with my self, or my thoughts. I guess he might have thought I'd back out of it and run away if he left me alone, because you know that'd be the smart thing to do. You know, run away from a building I don't know, into a city I don't know- where everyone knows me. Yep, really intelligent.

"I've been looking forward to it since I got up," I admitted sheepishly.

Sleep would give me an escape. Though, my dreams were normally interrupted by someone that would end up forcing me to think. And then sometimes, they weren't even dreams… they were nightmares. Regardless, it wasn't this. It was different and anything was better than this and I could hardly wait.

Tyseuh laughed as he opened the door for me. I bowed my head as I walked in before him. I walked straight over towards the large bed that was just calling my name, practically collapsing on the soft comforter.

A few minutes passed before my soon to be husband climbed into the bed beside me. He leaned his upper body over my waist, using her left hand to keep him propped up. His silver eyes locked with mine and he smirked, "What are you thinking about?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What, no mind raping me?" I sardonically replied, almost regretting it immediately. His eyes showed that my comment hurt him, or at least that what it looked like. Maybe he was trying to change a little, to accommodate me. "I… I'm sorry, Tyseuh," I stuttered out. "I didn't mean it… it just came out."

"Right, reflex," he said bitterly before moving over to his side of the bed. "It's alright, I keep forgetting that this is just to save Spira…"

I bit my lower lip. He was right… or, maybe he wasn't. I don't know. I mean, we're getting married. There should be some kind of affection… right? I should at least try to care about him. I mean, he knows, as well as I know, that he can't replace Tidus, but… I could learn to…love him…right?

I rolled over and wrapped and arm around his waist. "Don't be like that," I said as I rested my head on his arm. "I never said I didn't care about you… I just need to get used to it." I let out a small laugh before continuing, "Or are you forgetting how most of our conversations have gone?"

He didn't respond right away, which made me kind of uneasy, though I'm not sure why. Eventually he shifted around, so that he wasn't lying on his side, but rather his back. Slipping arm around my back he held me close before saying, "It's just that… I'm trying and I get the feeling that you'd rather not have me a round…"

Readjusting myself, I place my head on his chest and muttered, "It's not that… it's just…" I paused, just what? He's not Tidus, never could be, and never would be? That I will never have the same feelings for him that I had for Tidus? I'm scared of what going to happen? That I'm marrying the demon of death? I mean, who else do you know that can say 'Yeah… so I'm married to the demon of death…'? Yeah… exactly. "It just happened so quickly…" 'Yeah that's it Brooke, too quickly, nice excuse.'

"Not a problem, my dear," he replied before moving his head down and giving me a soft kiss on the top of my head. "Rest, and not bother your pretty little self with it."

And I did just that. I let all those thought leave my mind and I pretty much passed out.

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"Oh, crap…" I muttered to myself as I found myself in the familiar foggy abyss I had been in numerous times. "What now?" I almost whined.

"Lady Brooke," an all too familiar voice resounded to my left, forcing me to turn and glance in the direction. It was the small Bevellian Fayth I'd come to know. He bowed his head before continuing, "I see you are well."

"Well?" I couldn't believe he thought I was well. Yeah, I'm getting married, whoop-de-freakin' do da day. "What, pray tell, makes you think I am well?"

Though I couldn't see it. I would swear he was smirking at me. Like I didn't already get that condescending feeling from everyone else, I need it from him too. "I take it you do not wish to marry Master Tyseuh?" I rolled my eyes. What could have ever given him that idea? "And you are curious as to where Sir Auron is."

Alright, now he had my attention. I hadn't asked anything of Auron since Tyseuh snapped at me. I was almost afraid to bring him up again. "Yeah, I might have thought about that." I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest before saying, "Do you know where he is?"

The Fayth gave a slight nod before replying, "He's closer than you think."

"That's a little more than vague," I told him, not exactly pleased with that answer. This had been going on for a long time, and the fact that he still wouldn't give me straight answers was beginning to wear at my patience. Oh wait, did I say begin to wear at my patience? I meant to say it's pissing me off.

"One might say… he's right under your nose."

I had to refrain myself from smacking my forehead. Which then turned into refraining from bashing my head into the ground. I just want straight answers. I want to know what to do. I don't want to guess as to what I need to do, and hope its right. Is it such a difficult thing to tell me where the hell the stuck up jerk is?

"Well, Lady Brooke, I can not tell you what to do. This is your life, we the Fayth can only hope that you shall make the right choices"

"NO!" I snapped, cutting him off in the middle of his little goodbye speech. "I don't want to make choices. I want to be told what to do. Why don't you understand that? I'm 18! I need guidance, not carte blanche!"

"Milady, please," the Fayth said as he approached me. Taking my hand in his he continued, "You have thus far made the correct choices. Just follow your heart, and you shall not go wrong." He bowed his head before continuing, "Now, I bid you farewell, Lady Brooke, and good luck."

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My eyes fluttered open as I jolted from my sleep. My mind was racing with questions. Which meant, I wasn't going back to sleep. 'Right under my nose?' I thought about that for a few minutes before a thought struck me. 'Does he mean… he's in the building?'

Slipping out of Tyseuh's grip, I got out of the bed and made my way toward the door. 'I have this odd feeling I am really going to regret this.' I thought as I approached the door. I cracked it open and quickly snuck into the hallway. Quietly, I made my way down the hall.

I don't know where I thought I was going, but I figured it didn't really matter. I could probably BS my way out of any situation with a 'I was thirsty and I got lost.'

What were they going to do? I was the fiancé of master Tyseuh.

Though, I'm not going to lie, that didn't make me feel any more confident, strutting around enemy territory, unaware of my surroundings. I walked into the stairwell from which I had originally tried to make my escape though. I tiptoed down the stairs until I came to a door marked 'authorized personnel only.' "No turning back now," I whispered to myself as I pushed through the door. As I stepped into the hall of this new area, I immediately took notice that this was the jailing area. 'Oh, that would have been a wonderful situation I would have found myself in before had I made it this far…'

I slowly made my way down the hall, peering into each of the cells. Most of the occupants were sleeping. I mean, hell, any normal person would be. But, I'm Brooke, and normal doesn't really apply to me. I don't even know why I kept walking down this path. If I was caught here, my thirsty thing wasn't going to get me out of trouble.

I was just about to turn around and head back to my room when I had a soft whisper. "Brooke?" My head snapped up as my ears strained to hear any sound, indicating which cell the voice was coming from. "Brooke… over here." I turned my head to the left, and that's when I saw it. Auron was sitting on the floor of one of the many cells.

Quickly, I scurried over to his cell. "Auron, are you ok?" I asked when I was standing outside the four-walled prison. He slowly nodded his head before asking me the same question. "I'm fine, I've been treated… nicely, actually…" I told him as I strained to get a better look at him. He looked dirty, that was the first thing I noticed, and he had this rather large cut on his forehead. "And what do you mean your fine?" I questioned sternly as I narrowed my eyes. "You have a gaping cut on your forehead!" If could have I would have smacked him upside the head for acting like he was fine.

"Shhh, not so loud," he said quickly, a hint of urgency in his words, something that made me immediately clamp my mouth shut. Auron always had a serious tone but when you mix a sense of anxiety in there, it's a big deal.

"It's nothing," he reassured me after a few minutes of silence. "I've had worse. But, Brooke, I must insist you vacate the area, and quickly. They will not be please to see you here."

"Auron, I am not leaving you here. This is absurd," I told him as I placed my hands on my hips. I wasn't going to just leave him in the cell to rot. He helped me here and it not fair that, for reasons unbeknownst to me, I was welcomed and he was jailed. This whole thing just didn't seem quite right to me.

"Brooke, I'm asking you nicely, go." Auron's voice held a hint of worry in it. Which made me want to run. Auron nervous? That's not something you hear in the same sentence, unless that sentence is 'Auron's face is making me nervous.' However, no matter how much I wanted to run, something wouldn't let me. Like my legs were stuck to the ground.

"No," I told him, my voice sounding more confident than I really was. "You got me here, and its my fault your in there. I'm not going to leave you for them to do… whatever they were doing to you."

He shook his head. "You are too stubborn for your own good."

"And you're a 'I can do it by myself' stuck up jerk," I shot back. "We all have our flaws, and values. And my values tell me not to leave you there, and my flaws are refusing to let me do anything but try to help you."

"If they find you, they'll imprison you too." He told me, his expression growing stern. "And I don't want you to go through what I went through. Though, I think your would be worse. You are an enemy of the state."

I shook my head. "No, I'm not. I'm…" the words fell dead on my lips as I heard footsteps heading in our direction. 'Shit!' I cursed myself mentally for not listening to Auron and running when I had the chance.

After a few moments of silence between the two of us, I could see a silhouette of a member of the Armed Forces making his way towards me. "Who's there?"

My eyes widened considerably as the voice ran in my ears. It was so familiar. I knew it all too well, but it couldn't be, could it? Not here. However, I came to face my worst fears as the form came into view under a dim light.

Before me clad in the black and red uniform of the Zanarkand Armed Forced, stood a familiar sight. He brushed his shimmering blond hair from his eyes, revealing a hardened pair of blue eyes. His eyes were filled with a determination that I only saw when there was a blitz ball game about to happen. At five feet ten inches stood the one person I hoped to never see in this situation.

"…Tidus?"

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A/N: -flees from reviewers chasing me with pitchforks and torches. I KNOW I KNOW I'M SORRY! –dodges flaming tomato thrown- Whoa! Now, did you expect me to leave, come back and not do this? I know, its short, you want more. And I started working on chapter 21 today. I HOPE I'll have it soon. If not, guys Review, PM, get my ass working. I want to finish it for you! I hate it that I keep forgetting! Please Review! I Love you all! Toodles!