Disclaimer: Chapter 1!

Okay, Chapter 9 seems to have made its way up.. barely.. Well, I don't know how to do yet. A part of me says dump it, another one says keep it... It's all so confusing... Hmm, oh well, awaits to see. The plot is starting to show itself a bit in this chapter I hope.. Not all that much, but at least a bit. I hope it isn't all too boring, suffering from writers block a bit these days. Rather annoying actually. But I thank those who keeps reviewing. Keep it coming in will ya! Gonna stop talking now and let you read Chapter 9 of Once More now!

Please do enjoy!
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Chapter 9 - Disturbance

Nausea overcame Rikku in her sleep as her dreaming continued while she refused to awake. The softness of the bed she laid in was far to great and cozy for her to wanting to leave it for a run to the bathroom. Her dreams were peaceful and enjoyable. In her disconnected state from reality she felt all this and just refused the calling urge to get to the nearest bathroom. Surely she had a bit too much fun partying earlier.

The side effects to it all kicked in with sudden force and she had to open her eyes painfully. She groaned at the force of her throbbing headache and threw the bedcovers off of her and sprinted down the staircase that was near where her bed was stationed. She quickly jumped the last few steps and ran into the bathroom just by the ending of the staircase.

Well in there she threw up whatever bad she had in herself feeling disgusted every second through the process. Feeling like an age later she found herself empty from anything more to throw up and leaned heavily on the nearest wall. A very audible groan escaped her mouth as she sunk down into a sitting position, still having the wall as a helping hand.

"Ugh, never again will I try anything strange-looking that came out of Lulu's kitchen." she moaned in her nausea. Her mind went back to the purple-like gravy she had earlier shoved down her troath to feed her hunger during the party. She remembered asking Lulu what it was in it, but didn't really pay any attention to what Lulu had replied as she had tasted the delicous yet strange-looking sauce.

It was a shame that something so good would make her feel so bad afterwards. She was already ready to bet it was the gravy that had made her all queasy, seeing that everything else she had eaten during that time was nothing foreign nor unknown. She knew exactly what she would be able to keep within herself in contempt without any puking side-effects.

"Never ever again.."

"What's wrong?" Paine's mixed voice of worry and curiousity asked, and Rikku turned her head to her right and squinted through her tear-full eyes to out-line Paine's tired figure.

She had not been able to hear Paine's approach nor when she had walked down the stairs. Rikku merely tried to smile a fake smile before speaking:

"Think I ate something bad..."

"Yevon, Rikku. Always something with your stomach. How many times have Yuna and I warned you not to eat to fast!" Paine sighed, lifting her right hand to gently massage her aching temple.

"It's not that this time, I swear!" Rikku exclaimed "I think it was that strange gravy..."

"The purple-like one?"

"Yeah, the purple-like one." Rikku moaned with the sickening feeling still lingering on inside of her. And she felt like puking when she heard her friend sigh once more.

"Seriously, Rikku. Never thought you'd go so far as eating something you haven't got a clue of what it is, and especially when it's purple."

"I at least have the guts to try around!" Rikku defended and watched as Paine dropped her hand to her side and approached her tiredly.

"Whatever, here. Let's get you to your bed, you need some rest."

Rikku took a hold of Paine's offering hand and was helped up to a standing position. Slowly they both made their way out of the bathroom and step by step up the stairs. There Paine helped her to her bed where she gently laid down in delight and got nicely tucked in by her tired friend. Rikku's eyes followed Paine's figure as Paine made her way over to her bed and got herself under the cozy blanket and they both in quietness and relaxation tried to once again drift off to another world.

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Nothing but silence surrounded him, he rather prefered it that way. But then again, who was there to disturb his silent tribute of relaxation? Everyone laid dead, slaugthered and broken.

He walked around through the secret tunnels of Guadosalam. He had to his amusement found a rather funny switch which he had pushed and opened the secret door into the tunnels.

Of course it hadn't been totally empty while he got in there. The place was surrounded by fiends. Simple and meaningless ones in his eyes as he had wiped them all out with a swift turn of his wrist and sent them into oblivion, leaving the tunnels empty to only his own approach. He aimlessly walked around in amusement while enjoying the silence.

Walking a bit more forward he found a circular purple door ingraved in the wall and assumed that this had to be a new room. With ease he managed to open it up and stepped inside the neat room which seemed to be someone else's bedroom.

He inspected every part of the room from where he stood and he had to greatly eye the beautiful guns decorating the walls. Whoever owned that room did have some taste in weapons when it came to age and power. But also no one worthy to escape his lips. Needing weapons was meaningless and a way of cowards. Killing was a job for bare hands or powerful magic spells.

But the most enjoyable feeling he could get by killing was when he got to use his own bare hands to rip the flesh out of his victim's bodies in delight. Too feel the crimson red blood run down his hand in proof of his succéss in achieving a bleeding corpse. He loved the smell if gave away, but even more he loved the cries of agony he got to hear every single time. Killing bare handed could only explain its meaning to him in one simple clear word; satisfaction...

He continued through the room and went to the drawers that he saw in front of him and opened it slowly. His eyes lit up at what he saw, the bundled up and slightly dusty journal lying in the middle of it all caught his eyes. He had never been interested in dumb things such as people writing in their journals.

But now he felt that after being underneath the worlds ground for so long, he could sit himself down and amuse himself to reading whatever private thoughts someone had written down. Taking the book in a firm grasp he went to sit himself on the bed and carefully untied the rough thin rope holding the journal intact and closed. Afterwards he started reading to himself.

Journal entry 001, Spira; Farplane Abyss.

I can't believe it. Boss seems to have lost her mind all too much in this love interest of hers.

Never have I ever felt such hair-raising feelings just by finding myself in a distant place. However, this isn't just any distant place.

Hard to believe it, but we're in the heart of the Farplane. More exactly in the Abyss of the Farplane. A frightening feeling just thinking of it,

much more worse by being here. I sense the spirits of the dead flying around us in envy of our lives that we've managed to keep, while they lost theirs.

Things are more confusing than I've ever imagined. Yuna and her friends just entered the portal that is ahead of me in search for Nooj and Gippal that seemingly had entered a bit earlier in search for Baralai.

It seems that a 1000 year old spirit that has lived on in this world in grief has taken control of the young preator Baralai and is planning on using his body to activate Vegnagun and destroy all mankind as we know it.

To believe that Bevelle actually built this horrific machine ages ago to use in combat. It's monsterous in Yuna's meaning. A weapon of mass-destruction and death. Nothing I would ever want to get near.

I thank Yevon, even though it's religion was false, that Nooj ordered Leblanc to stay out here and wait like a lil'good girl.

But believing Leblanc to be any good girl in her life is more difficult than believing Ormi when he says that he doesn't have a thing for that Rikku girl.

And believe me, that is hard to believe. I'm only glad I got the chance to buy this empty journal to write in whenever I need the time to break free and relax at the same time as writing everything down as to keep it through history somehow, so people would remember our names. But mostly mine.

Either way, I got to cut this short now. Seems like Boss is up to something again. Can't really be a good sign now can it?

Logos

"Logos, huh?" he muttered to himself smilingly. Strange enough he had actually been amused by this entry and found himself wanting to know a bit more about these Logos and Ormi. He especially wanted to know who this 'Boss' of theirs was. He re-read the text in a slow motion as to let every word sink into him in meaning. He remembered the Farplane a bit from when he passed through it to get to this world.

He remembered the beautifully and frightening colors of its depth with millions for crying souls floating around. Their cries had been music to his ears, and it was only that reason that he still had the lingering memory of the Farplane etched to his mind. He sighed, if only he had been able to hear those cries in the chaos he had lived in, then maybe he wouldn't have had to escape like he did.

He wouldn't have needed to go through so much trouble just to get back into the living land of Spira and kill for himself to hear those wonderful cries. If only he had heard it all from his prison in hell, then he wouldn't have been where he was right now.

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'He knows, and he loves you as well.' the Fayth's spoken words echoed through Yuna's mind as she with her eyes full of tears eyed the transparent young hooded boy.

She couldn't believe it, she had thought the Fayth's had been put to rest in eternity. That after giving her Tidus back they could finally rest in peace as they've always wanted.

But no, there, in front of her, fully clear, stood the Fayth of which she knew for a fact was the Fayth of Bahamut.

"How?" was all she got out of herself as she still looked on tearfully, but clearly in confusion and schock.

"How what, Lady Yuna?" the Fayth asked boyishly. Taking a small step forward to the crouched ex-summoner.

"How come you're still here, weren't you to be put to rest?" she managed to get out more harshly. Her rising anger was evident; she was hurt and angry. But most of all, she was just confused and disappointed. She had granted the Fayth's wish together with Tidus and the others by defeating Sin to finally end their thousand year old dreaming.

To put them to rest and she lost Tidus in the process as their dream vanished. She had offered up all she ever cared about to save Spira and ease the Fayth's suffering as a repayment for always having them by her side on her journey as powerful and most loyal Aeons. She had sacrificed her only true love for the Fayth's when she together with her friends destroyed Sin and Yu Yevon.

2 years of pain and sorrow had followed her after that as she desperetly searched for Tidus endlessly. Only after the defeat of Vegnagun did the Fayth once more show up and asked her if she wanted him back. She had gotten him back, but the reunion she had hoped for and their lives after that did not turn out the way anyone wanted. She now held her love's head in her lap, his limp body not making a single move to indicate his life force.

And yet there stood the Fayth, clearly not resting as it had wanted. Had she suffered all these years to ease their pain and grant them their wish which they still hadn't shown any proof of using?

Had she felt heartache for two long years for something that did not happen? Had the Fayth's rested anything at all?

The questions were to many and Yuna could only feel her anger rising as her temple started to ache at the incoming headache of everything going wrong.

"Indeed we were. But resting has been hard while watching your suffering, Lady Yuna. With the threat of Vegnagun upon Spira less than a week ago and your wish of having him back, resting has indeed been a hard thing to do." The Fayth sadly said in answer, and Yuna's anger subsided slightly as the Fayth continued. "Giving you Tidus back was a tough work on all of us, and sadly as it is. We still aren't allowed to rest."

"Why?" Yuna questioned. Why couldn't they rest if Tidus was now back? It was all so confusing at that moment and she recalled that she had yet to sleep her tiredness off to clearly understand everything that went on.

"Because we are still dreaming, M'lady. We're dreaming of recreating him into a fully living human being. We had been counting on to finally rest once Tidus was his own person. But we've been dreaming for a week now."

"How long will it take to dream until you're finished then?"

"Lady Yuna, we were to be supposed to be done about 1 day ago, when Tidus first arrived back in Besaid together with you."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, our dream has not gone the way we've wanted it to. Instead of growing stronger, Tidus has grown far more weaker. So weak is our dream right now that it is on the brink of eternal fading." Bahamut's Fayth carefully explained.

"What do you mean eternal fading?" Yuna frightfully asked. She did and didn't want to know the answer at the same time.

"Eternal fading, exactly what happened last time during the time of Sin's destruction on the airship. Only this time, it will be forever. We can not dream the same dreams twice. Us dreaming of Tidus being a human being right now, can never be dreamt again in the same way. If this dream fades, there will be no coming back."

"What!" Yuna exclaimed tearfully "You can't really mean that! Then don't stop dreaming, what's going on with your dreaming?"

"While joining in our sleeping dreams and connecting each of all your memories to put him back together we were able to dream a peaceful and deep sleep where Tidus could not have been healthier.

But it seems that our dreams were shaken by some outside force or action outside of our dreams, and it shook some of us around, bothering our deep sleep and so on shaking our dreams. Many of us are on the brink of wakening. And with everyone dreaming weaker, the weaker Tidus will grow, until all of us are awake, and then he will truly fade into nothingness once more."

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That's Chapter 9 everyone. I hope you enjoyed! So what's up with the Fayth's shaken dreams? Think is has to do with that mysterious guy in Guadosalam? Perhaps, perhaps not. What does that mysterious guy really want to do in Spira? Waits to see I guess.. Chapter 10 will arrive by next Saturday (European time)

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