"Who are you…?" croaked the girl in coffee crop hair.
"Tidus." I replied back with a firm and positive affirmation.
I gently let her go from my rough grip.
"Tidus…? That name doesn't ring a bell… where am I…?" she whispered sleepily.
"Well, I was just about to ask you the very same question… Where do you live?" I asked.
"Besaid Island." She sounded as if she hadn't quite reached her full senses yet.
She blinked her sparkling eyes deliberately as if she was trying to snap out of her dreams.
I tried to muster up all the inadequate geographical knowledge from what little school education I had.
Although I did sleep through most of my classes, I had never heard of 'Besaid Island' before. That is, not from the top of my thick head at least…
I had so many questions that I needed answering from this mysterious girl.
I had to start with the most obvious one I could think of.
"How did you get into my house?" I snapped.
"This… This is your house? I don't remember ever breaking or entering someone else's house… Sorry… whoever you are or wherever I am, I don't quite apprehend all of this… at the moment."
I stared at her non-symmetrical colored eyes to check into her soul.
But those irises weren't filled with false lies of any kind. Everything from the tone of her voice and the translucency from her eyes told me that she was telling the truth.
I had no other choice but to believe in this stranger.
"Ok… first… uhm… let's call your parents or your family. They must be worried about a young girl like you in some other guy's apartment…"
I stood up abruptly from the bed to find my cell phone on the kitchen table.
"What's your home number?" I asked.
"Home number? Pardon?" she croaked as if this was an IQ test question.
Geez… is this girl really thick or playing this for real?
Either she's had one-quarter of schooling than I've had or she has a PhD degree in professional acting.
I sighed the ridicule out of my lungs.
"Look… I don't know why you are here, or who you are, but for the time being let's play honest all right? I'm no psychologist so I can't tell whether you're being serious or not."
I could hear the impatience emerging in my voice.
"Just tell me your name, your proper and full address, any contacts you have with family or friends or whoever else that can escort you from my private home."
I emphasized some words with a blend of sarcasm and irony to display my slight irritation I had with this girl's lack of understanding.
As a guy, frankly speaking that is, I was attracted to her both aesthetically and sexually.
But as soon as I presumed that she was (or the way she was holding herself up to stay in my house for longer) just like any other obsessive fan girl in the streets, I gotta confess I was a little disappointed.
Maybe it just proves that I need a little more than a pretty face to fall in love at first sight.
She just sat there on my bed in utter silence. Her pink lips opened in confusion as if my question couldn't be comprehended beyond her intelligence.
Finally she spoke.
But this time she was wide awake from her drowsy tiredness when she did.
"My name is Yuna Brasca, an apprentice summoner from Besaid Island. I don't have memory of breaking or entering into your house or falling asleep in this bed of yours. The last time I remember before I woke up here was that I was praying in the temple of Besaid to Yu Yevon for a miraculous way to teach me the ways of saving Spira. I was much immersed in my prayer.
I was praying for days. I became a little unconscious and the next thing I know is that you were shaking me out of my sleep just now. As for my family, my parents have passed away a long time ago and my friends Lulu and Wakka are in Besaid. Should you know of any means to reach them to help me get back to my home, I would gladly accept your help."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down… Miss… Brasca… I am not a very smart cookie so all the jargons or foreign words you just said… I can't quite understand…
From what I picked up was… you're a religious girl from some cult that I've never heard of and that if I contact or reach 'Lulu' or 'Wakka' 's assistance you can go back home to your little 'Besaid Island'… is that about right?" I ruffed up my blonde hair as I asked cautiously.
Yuna Brasca. So that was her name.
Yuna made me feel even more confused and nervous when she spoke diligently.
The content of her speech was sheer and utter non-sense to my ears, but her physical gestures, the well paced tone of her voice and the exact and formal pronunciations of her words told me that she wasn't the air-headed fan girl that I first speculated that she would be.
In fact, she sounded very smart, mature and well mannered in her speech.
My intimate frustration against her, and against my own presumption of her disappeared as quickly as the speed at which Blitz balls flew around the stadium.
"Yes… that is correct." She nodded with an array of genuine approval.
"First of all, if you have prayed for days before you… uh… arrived miraculously in my bed," I coughed to hide my embarrassment.
"It would be uh… better for you to eat something before we settle things out." I suggested, pointing at the humble breakfast I prepared earlier on the kitchen table.
"Thank you Tidus. I am very hungry."
As soon as she said my name, I felt shivers down my spine. So many people have shouted, screamed and cheered for my name everywhere I went, but to hear the soft, feminine and gentle flow of my name in her lips made my own name sound as if it were a new melody that I had never heard in my life.