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Chapter 4
Arrival
Luca
Two days later
Cloud was contemplative as once again he sat in the inns bar and watched silently as people went by. Many people stopped to look at him in awe, especially after the spar he had with his new found friend Auron.
After telling one another of their stories, Auron and he had decided to do a light spar against one another. How were they to know that in that light fight against one another, Cloud would regain something of the fame he had earned so long ago.
Flashback....
CRASH!
BAM!
WHAP!
SLAM!
People just stood on the outskirts of Luca and along the Mi'hen Highroad in awe at the fighting going on in front of them. Rumors confirmed of whom the man in the red coat was, they had come to greet the legendary guardian Auron with eagerness. Only to find him sparring with a blonde haired man dressed all in black.
And much like a blitzball game, the crowd of people and Ronso alike were finding themselves entranced. The simple grace and speed that they were demonstrating was incredible as was the moves. Their awe was even compounded more as the blonde was meeting their guardian hero strike for strike.
SLAM!
CRASH!
WHAP!
Flashback ends
That battle had brought back memories of Zack, his first and best friend when he was younger. The dark haired youth had encouraged him to chase his dreams as he himself was doing.
Almost lost in the memories of the short time he had with the youth whom had become his friend. His newest one studies him quietly from a distance. In the spar he had with the blonde man, Auron heard more then the words in their fight.
He heard the need for something new. Whether Cloud realizes it or not, his sword speaks for him as much as his voice does. His sword tells of a veteran whom has seen battles the likes of which Auron knows simply as legend.
To hear it in words and in skill tells more then Auron wished to know. This man had endured much. Quietly thinking, he allows his senses to explore. For there are two others due to arrive anytime now that are to come.
Yuna and Tidus....
Shaking his head Auron chuckled as despite what he must do, he can not help but smile in memory. During that journey, Jecht and Braska had often talked about bringing their children together. It was one of their more light hearted moments as the former had still been stubborn about going back home to his son.
But then as the journey got longer, the Blitzball player from Zanarkand of the past seemed to change. Quieter, more serious as they got closer to the holy place, the sight of it had made the loud man silent.
Even during the battles, he did not say anything he was just...thoughtful. And the same went for Braska, both men were becoming far too quiet and it had un-nerved him. Made him wary of what was come and he had every right to be.
Sighing loudly as their loss still haunts him, but he had kept his word. He looked after Tidus and Yuna as best he could. The two had been handfuls, experience in raising Tidus and the checking he had done via the Ronso.
Yes, he admits he was glad that despite he was dying he had run into the Ronso named Kimahri. One of the few who could scent the truth, the being had said nothing as he related Braska's last words.
He owed the Ronso much for as he had become a father of sort to Tidus. Kimahri, despite the species difference had taken care of Yuna like she was his own daughter. Thinking about the Ronso, it was more then likely that he would be one of her guardians, and that was something that made Auron reflect on secrets he must keep.
And those same secrets that must be told, as the Ronso was the one who knew of his condition before hand, and was most likely demand one. Smiling, he smiled as he was brought out of his musings.
"IT'S THE BOAT FROM KILIKA! IT'S ARRIVED!"
A small smile crossing his lips, he remains seated as many rush off to see the recent arrivals.
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Luca Docks
Waiting for the sailors to finish docking so they could disembark, Tidus found himself looking at this large town with awe. So many people moving around, he saw the small gathering of men, women, and children gathering where he and others were heading.
A bright smile on his features, Tidus was already bouncing as within moments a vision of heaven appeared before him.
A BLITZBALL STADIUM!
Despite all his personal issues thanks to what was his childhood, the one thing Tidus could always count on to let him escape was blitzball. The action, the fun, the playing, it helped soothe him when he was unsettled.
Sure he loved the attention and the fame that it brought him. But that was just a bonus, Tidus played mostly because he needed to.
Memories of his father coming forward, the blonde frowned in a quiet anger. Jecht may have been his dad, but he had been far from acting like one. So many times, when he just wanted a little attention from him, he was ignored. His mother was always the one who had to tend to him.
And even then as he got older, his mother....stopped coming as much. Always hanging around her husband...
Tidus spent most of his childhood alone, save for Auron.
Auron....
Someone with whom he doesn't know to be angry or grateful to for his life... He was angry because it was Auron who brought him here. But yet he is still grateful to the man, for after his mother had given up on living, he had made an effort to be there for him.
Sure he got on his nerves like Jecht did, but unlike his dear father. Auron wasn't so bad. He was tough and unyielding, but at the same time he knew when Tidus needed him as more then just a friend. It was Auron who made Tidus the way he is with his simple beliefs.
A little frustrated, he was startled as Wakka wrapped him in a headlock.
"HEY LET GO!"
"No can do. Besides it's time to get off the boat and see if someone around here knows you ya." He replied with a playful smile. Continuing to muss his hair as if it was nothing, Wakka steadily pulled Tidus towards the lowering plank. Only just releasing the youth, who growled in annoyance, but yet smiled with humor.
Wakka may seem like he wasn't all that bright sometimes, but he was insightful. He had seen Tidus's darkening mood and wanted to do something about it. Especially as despite what Lulu thinks or even believes....
The blonde reminded him to much of his missing brother. And well, Wakka couldn't save Chappu from his fate. Despite the fact that by now Tidus has proven he was more then capable of taking care of himself, Wakka wanted to help the blonde from making mistakes.
He needed to. He couldn't help his brother. He can help Tidus.
His own thoughts in a mixture of emotions concerning the memories, Wakka groans as once again they become the butt of jokes for the Goers and other Blitzball teams. Most of them just lightly teasing, Wakka knows that with the Goers though. Some of them save for possibly Graav were a bit on the uppity side.
Still though he can't help but feel a measure of pride as Tidus defends them. Promising victory for winning the league in a couple of days, the way the blonde stood up. Wakka could not help but see the promise of victory in his eyes.
A victory that even he admits, he kind of wants to rub in the Goers faces. Thoughts of victory though are forgotten as everyone runs off in a different direction. Confusion for a moment, he heard the yells.
"It's Maester Micah! He's arrived!"
"Who's Maester Micah?" Tidus asked in puzzlement. The others having heard, sigh once again and as they follow those running towards a nearby dock, they explain about the men and women of Yevon.
About how the Maesters were considered the leaders, who helped direct their followers and so forth to the church of Yevon. Nodding his head, Tidus looked up as one in particular was getting off the shop. Tall and with blue hair that was cut short save for two that stood out on either side, he looked at the man and caught his eye.
One thing passed between the two and as those around him bowed in respect. He remained forthright in standing tall. The man had noticed, and the dark look given was not missed by Tidus either. It was instant dislike and it was definitely returned.
To the small group watching as some berated Tidus for not respecting the man, apparently a Maester Seymour, Kimahri gave a second look of appraisal to the boy. The Ronso being who he was...
He knew danger when he smelled it and had been ready to defend Yuna if need be. Seymour smelled rotten to him for some odd reason as his instincts roared in warning for him to be on guard.
Keeping to the fact that the blonde's went up as well, Kimahri was impressed as well. It means he was not alone in being suspicious....
And that was a good thing.