Kay, the song is Panic Prone by Chevelle. Listen to it if you want the real effect, so yeah.

Enjoy!
I dun own Square Enix.

-Christa

-Him.-

Smiling politely, Yuna walked into the bar as I held the door open for her. HI let it slam behind me and nestled my hand against the small of Yuna's back gently, leading her to the stools in front of the bar, and when we got there, I held her hand as she sat down onto one of the tall stools.

Usually, I wasn't much of a gentlemen.

But there was something about this brown-haired goddess that made me want to...well...behave myself.

"Oplur shot, please." That girl Yuna said, and I smirked, simply ordering a beer before turning back to her.

In the dim light of the bar, she looked simply radiant. Her eyes held a softness in them but at the same time, a sharp sense of independence, and the way her jaw was set showed how strong she was. I could no longer really see the faint spray of freckles across her nose, probably because of makeup, and her pretty pink lips had been gone over with red lipstick, making her face look even more sexy than it already was.

Her hair was pulled out of her eyes now with a band, save for a few strands that went over her forehead and temples.

My hands itched as I looked down at those long legs and meaty thighs in those tight jeans. I imagined my hands running up those velvet soft legs, before she spoke softly.

"So, Mr. Musician..." Yuna smiled at the bar tender as he set down our drinks and put her shot glass to her lips, flinging her head back as all of the spicy liquid rolled down her throat. "Tell me about yourself."

Amazing. Simply amazing, how she could look so sexy just by downing a shot without the slightest hint of distaste.

"Not much to tell." I finally tore my eyes away from her and focused my attention on my beer, kneading my thumbs down the side of it before taking a swift drink.

Yuna blinked some before sliding off her jacket and letting it hang from the back of the stool, tiny freckles spotted along her shoulders and the top of her back as well.

Ordering another shot from the bartender, Yuna crossed her long legs and ran a hand up her thigh.

Then, I almost slapped myself in the forehead.
I forgot my wallet in my damned room. Hope one of those whore's didn't get it..

She glanced at me and laugh, apparently at the expression on my face.

"Don't worry about the bill. I got money." She reached back into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a wallet about as thick as a log and laid it on the counter.

"Not so bad, having a loaded boyfriend."

I blinked and thought back to when I had seen her fling her arms around the blue haired guado, and then seeing them share a passionate kiss there in the streets of Bevelle.
"Oh yeah...Your boyfriend. The guado guy." I took another swig from my beer and rested my elbows on the bar, watching her face as she turned around in her stool to face me, one foot resting on the side of the chair as the other was swung over it, making her look quite seductive.

She lifted an eyebrow in my direction, and tilted her head. "You've seen him before?"

Nodding, I scratched my rough, whiskered jaw and reached into my pocket, grabbing my pack of Boors. I gave it a shake, and frowning, I flung the empty pack lightly on the counter.

"Saw him when you lost your luggage earlier this afternoon. Big guy, blue hair. Creepy hands. A guado." I shrugged my shoulders casually and grinned at her, lacing my fingers together around my beer.

Yuna nodded and rubbed her side lightly as she downed the next shot the bartender gave her. "Yeah...one and only Seymour. He's an ass."

I glanced at her when she said this, and blinked. I opened my mouth to say something but was silenced when a silent tear trickled down her face. I frowned.

I hated to see girl's cry. There was something about it that made me want to hold them, rock them to sleep, to do anything.

"Are you not happy with him?" I asked hesitantly, knowing this wasn't really any of my business. I had just met this girl, and then all of the sudden I was asking her questions about her love life.

Some gentleman I was.

She looked up at me before her eyes drifting downward, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks as she did so.
"No...I'm not." Yuna laughed some and ran a shaky hand through her hair, patting the wallet in front of her. "But I'm okay."

I eyed her, keeping quiet as she ran the tip of her finger along her empty shotglass. The bar tender wiped along the counters and glanced at Yuna himself, leaning back against the shelf of liqour as he finished.

"Closing time is 5:00, fella. Be sure you're out by then." The man said and slung a cloth over his shoulder, heading to another drunken stupor who had yelled out incoherently.

I checked the clock and blinked.

It was already 4:12.

I still kept quiet as I watched the girl in front of me stare at nothing, her lips drooping a bit to form a frown.

"I've tried to leave him so many times...but..." She shrugged, and looked back to me, plastering a sad small on her angelic face.

"But?" I pressed on, leaning slightly foward to look at her more closely.
"Just...nevermind. Look at me. Crying like this in front of someone I don't even know." She laughed softly, wiping the streaks of liquid off her face. "Sorry.."

"No...It's okay. If you ever want to talk..you kno-" I was cut off by her covering my mouth and nodded silently, giving a weary laugh afterwards.
"Don't worry."

Taking her hand away gently, she looked around some before reaching a few stools over to a guy who had passed out. His snores were heard lightly, and his face was smushed against the bar counter, but beside him was a pack of, you guessed it: Boors.

Yuna snatched up the pack and shaked it before grabbing one of the cigarettes and resting it between her lips, handing me it afterward.

I laughed some and shook my head at her, taking one out as well and lighting it, tossing the lighter to her.

"You're something else, Miss Yuna."

"A city girl can get around." She lit her cigarette and set down the lighter, taking a drag and blowing smoke off to the side as she smirked from the corner of her mouth, running a hand through her hair lightly, setting her head band down on the counter. Her hair almost immediately fell in front of her eyes and she fingered it back from her eyes, a song suddenly jolting up from one of the speakers.

One of MY songs.

I hoped no one noticed I was who I was, but I doubted they would. Everyone was shitfaced here, and they could care less about who I was.

Yuna took another shot of vodka, and grimaced only slightly as it flooded down her throat. Her eyes grew slightly heavy now, her lips folded into a straight line.

She took notice of the song coming on, and pointed behind her to the speakers.

"Yours." She reached over and flicked her ash into the nearest tray as I nodded, tilting my head back to finish the rest of my beer.

"One of the first ones that we produced..."

Yuna nodded, and let ash fall from her cigarette, her eyes closed and she swayed lightly. It was obvious she was drunk, and I gently pried the cigarette from her slender fingers and put it out in the ashtray. She opened her eyes and rested her hand on mine for a moment before pulling it away, laying it in her lap as she swayed slightly foward over the counter, her elbows coming up quickly to balance herself.

As I watched her, I felt my heart soften for her.

She smiled as she closed her eyes slowly to the song, Panic Prone drizzling like water from the speakers. This was one of our best and first songs, and I remember the night whenever me, Gippal, and Wakka had heard it come on over the radio. We all turned it up on loud and stomped around my house, screaming and yelling, high fiving and shoving eachother as we knew we had did it.

We were known.

The next day at school, we were stampeded by tons of girls and guys, all telling us they heard us on the 90.2, TYGW. How they were sitting around with they're friends then all of the sudden,"Hey, it's Tidus' band!"

We had always played for the school and on the weekends, holdingdinky little concerts at parties. Drinking, drugs, and smoke was everywhere, but at least we played. And we played hard, too.

I tapped lightly on my knees along with the song, my lips moving silently in sync with my voice coming from the speakers.

"I feel like dancing." Yuna laughed softly as she lifted her arms above her head, her hands gripping her hair as she smiled, tilting her head.

I looked up at her from under my hair, reaching out to grab one of her hands and then the other one softly, holding them in mine as I stood up and led her out to the middle of the bar where no chairs or tables lay.

-Her.-

I smiled softly as he led me to the middle of the floor, his hand burying itself into the back of my neck, in my hair as the other ran down my side to my hip, drawing my body closer to his own.

My hands slowly raked up his chest to lay on his shoulders, eyes locked on his own as the ends of his hair tickled the top of my hands.

He rested his cheek against my own, prickly little hairs making me shiver as I felt them brush against my cheek. Slowly, slowly, he began to move with me, and I let my eyes slide shut in relaxation.

My tongue was already heavy on alchohol, so I did the best I could to keep up with his fluid movements, his voice echoing throughout the bar, it being the only thing I heard aside from my pounding heart.

It was sexy, the way I didn't know this man and how I felt against him, the way my body felt against his own. His breathing teased my ear as he moved to rest his chin atop of my head, his hands sliding down my back and resting just above my behind.

Though we moved slowly, I felt dizzy. Felt my limbs grow numb almost as he held me tightly to him, his fingers warm against the bare skin of my arms as his hands traced over them.
The music stayed soft and light as all else faded out. Only Tidus, me, and the sounds of his music filling my senses.

It seemed like we'd go on like this forever.

I felt completely relaxed and...safe. I even forgot about the damned guado. He whispered things into my hair that I didn't hear, but I felt them instead. It made my heart quicken, made warmth spread through me.

Then the warmth was gone. The safeness of his arms around me, gone. He was shoved away from me and slammed against the side of the bar counter. All of the sudden, my arm was grabbed and I felt nails digging into my flesh as I was dragged out, still hypnotized by the music, still feeling heavy from the booze.

Just as I felt warm liquid trickle down my arm, the stinging pain making me feel dull and useless, it ceased to ache. I heared only the music still, but what I saw was another story.

Tidus was on top of a man, his fists slamming over and over into the stranger's face. I just stood there and continued to listen to the music, watching the man shove Tidus over and slam him onto his back.

It was Seymour.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, so I just watched, dumbfounded.

Seymour pounded Tidus' face in, but like angels, Gippal and Wakka ran inside.

Wakka grabbed a chair as Gippal wound his hand up with Seymour's hair and jerked him backwards, the chair from Wakka's hands tumbling, falling, slamming against his face.

Gippal looked at Tidus and seemed to scream something, but all I heared was Tidus' voice.

Tidus looked back at the door and shook his head.

Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of Seymour's hair again and brought his face close to his own, teeth clenched as he snarled into his face.

And again, I heard nothing except the music.

Seymour sat up and reached up for me, a pitiful look on his face.

The face that I could now barely recognize.

Before he could grab me, Tidus grasped my hand and jerked me out of the bar quickly, his blood running down the front of his chin and down his neck.

I ran as fast as I could, my feet sometimes missing a step and I would fall on my knees, crying out, but I didn't hear my voice. I didn't hear nothing. All was mute.
Next thing I knew, that Wakka guy had slung me over his shoulder and began running straight for the tour bus. I looked at the bar as my head bounced with ever stride, and saw Seymour stumbling out from the door, his mouth opened wide. His face looking like ground meat. He pounded down the street, slightly limping, but gaining on us none the less. Terror filled my veins, but Wakka gave a pat to my calf, and I felt better. Again, I felt safe.

I mouthed a silent thanks, and all went black.

-Him.-

I looked back at Wakka, the girl slung over his shoulder as he nodded to me that he had her just fine, and I nodded back. Just a few more paces...

My lip was bleeding badly, as well as my nose. My knuckles stung from the punches to his face, his head, anything I could reach.

I don't think I have ever seen a man handle a woman that badly before. It made me so fucking pissed, I wanted to wring his neck.

As we reached the tour bus, Gippal slammed open the door and ran inside, yelling a few things at the girl's who slept and soon they were outside in the nude with a blanket wrapped around them, blinking and gasping lightly.

Gippal blew a kiss to them as we all loaded on the bus, and slammed the door back.
Wakka laid Yuna on the couch, her head nestled against the corner of it, her arms laid limp against her mangled body.

Her arms were painted in red, gaping slashes across them. Her shirt was sliced open, blood soaking through the fabric. And her lower lip was busted, blood oozing from the cut, but her eyes were shut peacefully, and she was no longer crying. Although her face was tear streaked, the tip of her nose red.

I was slightly thankful she was knocked out, and I grabbed the key's and hopped into the triver's seat in the front of the bus.
Hastily, I jabbed the key's into the ignition, and furiously rammed my foot into the gas, the bus wheels spinning rapidly before speeding away down the road.

Gippal looked up at me, his eyes widening lightly as he heard what all of us heard, save for the slumbering Yuna.

Police sirens.

"Fuck! Get the hell out of here, and NOW!''
Praying they didn't catch the lisence plate, I swerved off into the forest, and in a moment we were gone.

Headed for wherever The Youth took us.

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R&R