I don't own FFX or FFX-2. There, now everyone can be happy.
R&R, please. It's a story I pulled out my ass really, and I just started typing it down one day. Hope you enjoy it.
By the way, the song Tidus keeps singing during the fic is The Red by Chevelle. I don't own the song. -Thumbs up-
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His eyes opened wearily, a sigh escaping his lips as he twisted underneath the blankets, legs getting caught up between the sheets. A rumble stirred in his chest as he scratched the stubble growing on his jaw and chin, a low yawn rushing out of his throat.
"Get up, man. It's time."
Tidus groaned and flipped onto his back, rubbing his well toned stomach and pecs, kicking off the blanktes as he sat up on the side of the bed slowly, obviously not wanting to wake up quite yet. He glanced at the clock and rolled his eyes, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles.
"Yeah, yeah.." He mumbled, cursing some under his breath as he shoved the empty Everclear bottle out from under his behind.
Looking around his room, he took notice of the beer cans and empty bottles of vodka strewn randomly about his room on the tour bus. Then also took notice of the throbbing in his temples and forehead.
He grabbed up a pair of his jeans and pulled them up to his waist, not bothering to button them as he shuffled out his room, heading straight to the fridge.
"Morning, man. Last night was crazy..it's already 1. We have to start up the gig sooner or later, ya?" Said the tall brute in the kitchen, a bowl of cereal in front of him as he pushed a few strands of red hair out of his face.
He watched Tidus reach the fridge and grab a beer from inside, popping it open and guzzling from it.
Seeing the look on his face, Tidus smirked, holding up his beer in cheers,"Hair of the dog, Wakka."
Wakka grinned as well and held up his cereal bowl full of milk back to him before slurping from it. Tidus flopped beside him and ran a hand through his silky blonde hair, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and lighter, glancing sideways to Wakka as he let his cigarette hang from the side of his mouth, lighting it.
"Where's Gippal at? He didn't make it home last night." Wakka looked up from his newspaper as he shoved another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, wiping a bit of milk that dribbled down his chin away.
Tidus shrugged and took a drag from his cigarette, watching the smoke curl in the air as he grinned. "I don't know. He went home with that girl from last night. She was pretty hot, so I didn't give him a curfew." The blonde shrugged his tanned shoulders and took another drink from beer, flicking the ash of his cigarette into another empty beer can.
"We have to start up soon, and it's supposed to be in the Bevelle Centre." Tidus said, scratching the side of his neck as he watched Wakka get up and drop his bowl into the sink, then heading to the bathroom.
"I thought you wanted to do it later tonight? Say...around 8."
Tidus twirled the top to his beer can around his fingers as he stared blankly at the table, picking up his cigarette and dragging from it once more before dropping it into an old beer bottle, hearing it go out as he clicked his tongue.
"Sounds fine to me. But, in order to fucking play, Mr. Stud needs to get home soon so we can practice up a bit."
"Aww, he'll get hear, ya? He always does. Let him have some booty, and he'll be fine. He doesn't play good without it." Wakka snickered from the other room before starting up the shower, a pair of boxers and pants thrown against the wall outside of the bathroom.
Tidus stood up and walked to the hamper full of clothes, grabbing up a shirt and throwing it on. He flipped on the radio to the rock station, a familair song blaring out of it, mumbling along with the song as he smiled. Walking to the fridge, he glanced down at the newspaper Wakka had been reading. Then walked backwards slowly, grabbing it up and smirking, holding it in front of himself.
"THE KENTS ARE BACK AT HOME, BEVELLE!" he read aloud slowly the headline of Bevelle Weekly. With a grin, he flung the paper back on the table, calling to Wakka.
"Good to be home, right, Wakka?"
He heard Wakka's howl of laughter from the shower, then a stomp of excitement,"Hell yeah, brudda!"
Laughing as well, Tidus flopped onto the chair.
Tidus pulled out his sneakers as he pocketed his cigarettes and lighter, along with his shades, pushing open the door to the bus and hopping out, stretching his arms above his head as he breathed in the fresh air, reaching from his other pocket to put on his sunglasses.
"Good to be home, for sure..." Tidus murmured to himself, flashing his signature smile as he reached under the steps to grab his Zanarkend Abes hat and put it on, concealing his face as much as he could.
Glancing around some, he began to strut down the street, his hands shoved into his pockets. He gritted his teeth in tune with a song blaring from a car speeding by him, jerking his head foward so the hood of his coat flung over his eyes. He watched his feet as his lips began to move in sync with the voice thrown into the air by a radio, a smirk forming on his face again.
"They say freak...when your singled out.." He spoke softly, watching his feet as he stepped ahead. He glanced up and realized he had made it to the streets of Bevelle, people wearing all different colors and a few "The Kents" shirts.
"The red..it filters through." He watched his breath curl up in front of his face, he looked back down. His fingers tapped against his cigarettes and lighter in his jacket pockets, creating a light beat that only he could beat, his teeth continuing to grind along with the song.
"So lay down, the threat is real when his sight goes red again.." He let his eyes close as he felt adrenaline come over him, knowing he stood in front of the Bevelle Centre. Keeping his eyes sewed shut, he stepped forward and took off his glasses before looking up clearly at the building. The building was huge, layers and layers of seats going up the side of it. He had been in there only once before, the first time he played with the rest of his band. He remembered the way his fingers jumped around his guitar, the way the fans screamed as he did into the microphone, sweat stinging his eyes as he looked around the thousands of fans screaming for him. For them.
Wakka at the drums, his wrists slamming the sticks against the instruments, sweat pouring down his arms and neck, yelling into the microphone when time called for it.
Gippal stood with another guitar and slammed his hands up and down along the strings of it, dropping to his knees as he finished it off, tons of girls screaming and reaching for him as he plopped in front of them. Tidus still sung loudly and louder still into the microphone, planting his feet firmly on the side of the stage before jumping into the crowd, feeling tons of hands rip and pull at his clothes. He floated amongst their heads as Gippal and Wakka kept it up, laughing out loud as he screamed out in delight, reaching up high and pointing back to the stage.
They threw him back and he rolled up to the mic and grabbed it up along with his guitar, strumming effortlessly as he sung the last of the words, all of their fans screaming and jumping around crazily, causing the whole Bevelle Centre to shake in excitement. As the song concluded, all of the band flung their hands up and closed their eyes, hearing the crowd scream louder than they had for the whole concert. Tidus smiled and breathed heavily, drops of sweat trickling down the side of his face and neck, the spotlight shining brightly into his eyes.
Just then, a figure bumped into Tidus, pulling him from his memories as he was slightly pushed back.
"Oof." He looked down to see a small figure of a girl in front of him, looking behind her and then up to him in suprise, her eyes widening as she gaped.
"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there, so so sorry. I should of been watching where I was going, please forgive me." She shook her head and reached down to pick up her bags and purse, mumbling apparent curses under her breath as she did so.
Tidus stood back and watched her as she picked up her bags, then shaking his head, he leaned down to help her pick up her bags. She let her luggage slide down her arm and to her shoulder as she stood up, smiling some at him as she ran a hand through her chocolate brown hair.
"Thanks so much, I really didn't mean to bump into you. It's just..I should of been looking where I was walking."
Tidus stared at her for a moment, taking in her features as she spoke. Her eyes were bi-colored, long lashes brushing along her cheeks as she blinked at his staring. He didn't care. He just kept on looking her over.
Her cheeks were a light shade of pink, from embarassment or natural he didn't know, but it pleased him. Her lips were bowed into the perfect shape, and her chin held a soft curve to it. The milky color of her skin suited her well, as did the light freckles scattered over her nose and cheeks did.
A soft cough pulled him back into reality.
"Oh.." Tidus muttered, clearing his throat before nodding in reply. "It's okay. I shouldn't of been standing here looking all stupid." He laughed some and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing sideways to Bevelle Centre. Then it donged on him.
He wasn't wearing his 'disguise.' He desperatly hoped she didn't notice. That's exactly what he needed, a crowd of gleeful girls surrounding him. But she just smiled some, the dimples in her cheeks appearing softly as she nodded.
"You did look quite stupid." She laughed, covering her mouth as she did so and took a step back. "Thanks again, sir."
Tidus stood there dumbfounded as he watched her take her leave, her hips swaying as she moved away.
Her figure...
Tidus looked her over as she walked away. Her waist was tiny, but her hips had a pleasing roundness to them as well as her legs..and chest. Her heels clinked with every step as she walked away.
"A good catch.." He muttered, whistling under his breath until she was out of sight.
And then, of course, he noticed he didn't give her back her bag.
"Shit! Man. Great." He began to jog in the direction she left to, his glasses falling out of his pocket as he did so. His hood slid off as he ran as well, and taking no notice, he finally saw her near the T'atimel shopping mall. Tidus took a few more strodes before he heard a shriek which stopped him in his tracks. Slowly, he looked behind him, and there stood a girl with blonde hair pointing at him and gaping widely.
"It's Tidus! Lead singer of The KENTS!" Everyone looked his way as she screamed this, and he muttered a quick curse under his breath before turning fast to leave. But much to his dismay, a mob of girls stood there again. He took a deep breath, and clutching his bag tightly, he ran as fast as he could past them, hoping he didn't knock any of them to the ground. He spotted the girl and took a dive for her arm, but was stopped as she was grabbed up by someone with blue hair. The man kissed her deeply, and she smiled and kissed him back. Tidus looked down at the luggage and then back to the seemingly happy couple before a light "Fuck it" came from his mouth. He pushed passed everyone before making it to his bus, jumping inside of it and slamming the door shut. He shoved his foot onto the gas and laughed out as the bus sped foward and into the forest, an angry Wakka and, suprisingly, an also angry Gippal shout. They hit bushes and trees before Tidus halted to a stop, looking back at his fellow band mates, his friends, his brothers.
"Ready for some gigging, guys?" Tidus asked, reaching into his pocket and lighting a cigarette, grinning at the shock on their faces.
Gippal sat up from his position on his back from the floor, the sudden movement apparently causing him to flip backwards from his chair. "Couldn't be readier, man." He reached aside and grabbed his guitar and smirked to Wakka, who shook his head, strung back against the stove and counters. He looked around at the beer bottles around the room that had been thrown around and laughed lightly, scratching the back of his neck.
"Fuck yeah, it's good to be home."
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