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It had taken some getting use to, but after a few weeks, Auron seemed to have a routine. He would arrive at Tidus's dwelling in the morning, even before the child awoke, usually talking his mother. And then the two would spend the day together, be it Tidus out playing with other children or Auron helping him with his studies. Then, at night, after Tidus fell asleep, he would leave. But to where? He was new in this world, so he didn't really have a dwelling to stay in. But, he didn't mind. His duty was to protect, and he would do that until the day that he would meet Jecht and the rest of the other world once more.

Tidus even got use to seeing Auron, usually waking up to find him talking with his mother, who usually spent her day outside, almost as if she was waiting for Jecht to come back. It was another than that Tidus hated about his father. His mother never paid any attention to him when Jecht was around, and when he was gone, she was always sad.

This day was no different. Auron had arrived in the morning, not surprised to find Tidus sleeping. He walked to the young boy's room, watching him as he slept. "Great things," he mumbled to himself, standing in the doorway as Tidus stirred, waking up with a yawn.

"Auron?"

The man nodded. "Yes?"

Tidus shook his head. "No. I... just wanted to make sure it was you." The young child sighed, pushing himself off the bed, his pajamas hanging loosely from his lean frame. "Auron? Where is your dwelling?"

Auron shrugged. "I do not have a place in Zanarkand."

Tidus tilted his head to the side. "Why not?"

"I just don't. I manage."

"Well... why not stay here? I mean, you are here everyday from the morning until night." The young boy then hopped out of his bed, stretching his arms above his head. "Besides, mom doesn't use the bedroom that she had with Jecht. She sleeps in the guest room. Take that room."

"But... I..."

Tidus laughed. "You can stay. It would be easier for you that way."

And so, he stayed. Taking residence in Jecht's old room. It was uncomfortable at first, sleeping in this bed. But he got use to it, as he did to everything else in this world.

But it seemed, that as he stayed in this world, in this bed, he felt as if he wasn't doing his job. He was usually the first to wake up, first before Tidus or his mother. But one day, it wasn't the case. Tidus had woken up early, and was outside on the deck, playing with a small ball. Auron only woke up do to the ball slamming against the wall, followed by a small thud. He hurried up, wearing a short sleeved, skin tight black shirt and loose shorts, strange clothes for the samurai. But he ran outside, looking down to see Tidus on the ground, his legs pulled in close to him. "What are you doing?"

Tidus turned his head to the man, tears in his eyes. "Come to tell me that I should just quit? That I am not as good as him?"

Auron sighed. This child, he didn't know how much Jecht really did care for him. All this anger, he wanted his father's love so much. Walking to the ball, Auron picked it up, tossing it from hand to hand. "No. All I wanted to know was if you were okay. I heard you falling."

"I can't do it. I try to learn, but I can't do his moves."

Auron walked to the child, bending down to pat him on the shoulders, handing him the Blitzball. "Then make your own."

Tidus paused for a few minutes, looking at the ball, then to Auron. Grabbing the ball, Auron was surprised, the child smiling and beginning to practice. But what surprised him even more was that he had caught himself smiling, watching Tidus make new moves, which was part of his story.