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And it was plain to everyone why this Chocobo was deemed such a thing--he was indeed a great angry, bristling bird! Grumpy was kept in a pen outside, purchased by a pleasant breeder two years before in hopes of birthing yet more Chocobos to sell as companions. But Grumpy would allow no one, much less another Chocobo, near him! He lurked about in a separate pen of his own, squawking and snapping at anyone who dare draw close. The breeder was too kindhearted to give him up, claiming that they had a bond, however loose it was.
But the name wasn't obvious enough for Tidus.
It all started when Tidus passed by the Chocobo, walking over due to the odd noises he heard from afar. He never heard the agonized "Kweeh!" call before and to hear it chortled so furiously was shocking, even as he was strolling by a street over! When he saw the yellow-feathered creature prancing about and clacking its orange beak together the blonde Blitzball star was utterly awed, to the point where he stood there for minutes gawking at the graceful--yet still irate--bird. That was when his owner wandered from a barn a few yards away and told him the tale of Grumpy.
"People ride these things?" Tidus asked bemusedly, glancing over at the flailing Chocobo suspiciously. Grumpy glared at him with awful beady black eyes.
In Zanarkand, wild animals were, well... wild and kept out of the city or behind glass boxes where the people could view them safely. Transportation was dealt with by the machines, like all the hard work. Zanarkand was a big snowglobe he realized as he stood among green grass, staring at a crazed bird. He wondered what else those tall, glassy buildings kept him away from.
"Of course! Chocobos can run really fast--I have a few in the barn that wouldn't mind if you took 'em for a stroll, if you'd like to try!" The breeder gushed, always happy to spread the love for Chocobos, especially to the outsiders constantly wandering into their world. She was delighted to show Tidus her more tame, quiet pets inside the blue barn behind her...
Yet the spiky blonde-haired youth was laughing and waving his hands, strolling right toward Grumpy.
"Nah! I wanna ride this guy!" Tidus declared and he leaped over the shabby wooden gate easily.
The breeder was yelling at once, "No! Get back here! He'll hurt you!"
But Tidus only laughed harder, despite Grumpy backing up to the farthest corner of his pen to screech at him. In Tidus's mind this was the ultimate challenge--to tame the beast! Warnings were flung his way, but he ignored them with a dazzling smile as he raised gloved fingers in hopes of calming Grumpy. The Chocobo's feathers were puffing up in fury as Tidus took long strides toward him.
"Are you an idiot or somethin'?!" The breeder was hollering. "That Chocobo will kill you--I'd better get a White Mage here quick, kid's got a damn thick skull!!" And she stomped off to ring the closest available healer, knowing well what was about to happen.
And it did happen, of course. The Chocobo's name was Grumpy--he'd earned it!
The moment Tidus closed the gap between them, raising his filthy hand to touch Grumpy's elegant feathers, the beast lashed out with a massive clawed foot to graze it over his tanned skin. Tidus was more shocked than anything--Grumpy actually hurt him!--and he fell to his rear, holding his arm close to his chest, red blood dribbling from the deep gashes. The wound felt wet and hot against him, his blue eyes stinging and glazed with hurt.
Grumpy bellowed once more, rearing back to attack again...
It pleases me that the white mage damsel is the competent one in this scene.
I don't care what happens as long as I'm with you
The journey from Mount Hotan to the city of Provo took a week and a half.
In that ten day span, Rosa learned much of the world she had unwittingly joined. From a traveling merchant, she learned that few here still fought with swords, spears, or bows. He gave her a strange look when she asked for barbed arrows, and ogled her half-stocked quiver. He suggested (in a rather unflattering way) that she must be "one of those weirdos from another dimension or something." Rosa told him that she hailed from the kingdom of Baron, and he scoffed. "Yeah, you're one of those weirdos, alright."
Rosa suffered his mockery and continued on. By dusk, she found an even patch of ground where her rented chocobo could graze on sweet grass. She watched it bob its head among the dewy fields and listened to the rising swell of crickets. Without any meaningful supplies, she settled in the shade of a sturdy elm tree. As night fell, she clutched her bow close to her side and watched as the chocobo pecked idly at the ground for worms.
The moon rose as a silvery crescent Rosa watched it warily -- that other world beyond the planet's atmosphere. Far away where the air became a black void of distant stars, Rosa knew that the moon was more than a shining disc in the sky. She knew its craters, its gritted moon dust, its many caves, pitfalls, and ravenous monsters. That world had been far more foreign than this. It was a place where nothing grew, where there were no people but the odd survivors of an ancient race: Fusoya, Golbez, even Cecil -- or at least partly.
The thought of him made her heart ache. Rosa turned her gaze away from the moon and back to the leaves beneath her fingers and the heavy musk of damp earth. The chocobo circled until its feet had stamped a proper nest into the grass. It settled with a contented chirp, and Rosa closed her eyes to the bird's soft snores.
'Cecil, are you safe?'
'Cecil, where are you?'
He'd promised that he would never leave her side again. He'd promised that she could follow him until the ends of the earth and beyond.
When she awoke, the moon had faded on the horizon. Her muscles ached from her sleep on the hard earth, but she rose to the pink skies of dawn. A whistle brought the chocobo to her side, and she mounted it easily. The two of them started off again down the long road to Provo. For every jolt of her stiffened joints, Rosa grit her teeth and urged the bird onwards.
'Cecil, I will find you.'
Rosa did not slow her pace until she came to a chocobo ranch on the outskirts of the city.
Her bird noticed it before she did. It froze on the side of the rode, sniffed twice at the air, and then gave an excited squawk. Rosa pulled back on the reigns, but it was useless against the bird's sudden surge forward. She shouted at it, she yanked its head to the side, and yet still it dashed off the road and into the fields beyond. It wasn't long before a distant farmhouse rose from the horizon. Then came a tall wooden fence, and inside that fence came the sickly sweet smell of chocobo grass.
The chocobo hurtled past the gate and then slammed to a stop so suddenly that Rosa almost lost her balance. It muttered contently as it pecked at the grass, and Rosa gave a short, frustrated sigh before sliding off its back. The ranch itself was a rustic affair -- several acres of open fields with a two-story barn to one side and several feeding troughs to the other. Rosa urged the chocobo to stay before starting down the gravel path towards the stables. Voices rose from that direction -- one excited and the other irate. Rosa crept around the gate and towards a patchy field-hand leaning against the bars of a chocobo pen.
"Ah, excuse me. Ma'am?"
She was a tanned woman -- all sunburns and calloused hands. She wore torn denim, heavy gloves, and a wide hat that shaded her head. The woman gave an exasperated wave and called irritably into the stables, "Are you an idiot or somethin'? That Chocobo will kill you--I'd better get a White Mage here quick, kid's got a damn thick skull!"
"Ah, Ma'am, could you-?"
But the woman had thrown up her arms and was already stalking away. Rosa looked after her as the words died on her lips. "...Point me in the right direction," she finished quietly. She didn't have time for frustration, however, before a sudden shriek tore her attention away.
Rosa had never in all her life heard a chocobo make such a noise. It was a hideous, unearthly wailing that came from the penned creature's beak, and Rosa had time only to turn before she saw it raise a clawed leg and strike. A boy of maybe sixteen screamed in agony and fell away from the creature, landing on the ground in a bleeding heap as it flapped its wings and started forward again.
Rosa's eyes widened. Before she could think, she'd already hurtled herself over the fence and was running towards the bird. She brought her hands up to her chest, clasped them, and muttered the incantations of a spell. "Slow!" she cried, and the creature stiffened before her eyes. Its wings froze, its screech died in its throat, and its outstretched claws slowed an inch from the boy's face. As if moving through water, it lurched forwards. "Protect!" Rosa demanded, and the bird's claw scraped an invisible barrier between them. It reared its head to peck at the magic, but yielded no results.
Rosa knelt at the boy's side and brought her hands under his arms. "Hurry! Get up! Can you stand?" She hoisted him to his feet and half pulled, half dragged the boy over the fence. Once he'd landed safely on the other side, Rosa let her magic disperse and watched the enraged animal rampage about its pen, scratching wildly at the dirt and flapping its displeasure at nearby pigeons.
Rosa breathed heavily through her adrenaline and waited for her heart to stop racing. If she had been one second later...
A splattering of deep red caught her eye, and she looked to the boy again. He clasped at his arm, pale and shaken behind shaggy blonde hair and youthful eyes. One arm was covered in an assortment of odd, mismatched armor, but the other dripped with thick blood. Rosa knelt quickly beside him. "It's alright," she assured him, "I can help. I'm a white mage." She took his arm and touched gingerly where the bird's claws had raked deep into his flesh. "Please hold still," Rosa told him with a weak smile, "The magic might take a moment."
Already, she'd brought the incantations to her lips. Already, she felt the warm pulse of curative magic radiating from her fingers. She brought it carefully to his wounds and waited for them to heal. "What's your name?" she asked to keep his mind off the pain, "I'm Rosa. From Baron."
OBLIGATORY FLAAASHBACK~! (also i hope this is okay my brain died on meh ;3;)
The Chocobo was falling down upon him and Tidus thought how stupid he'd been. He was going to be mauled by a giant bird! And no one would ever know--the sad reality was no one would really care.
Back in Zanarkand he was just a pretty idol. Sure, he had millions of fans that talked about him as if they knew him, but they could only recite facts the tabloids laid out for them. He didn't have many friends, only his teammates on the Zanarkand Abes came close. His mother was dead and his father was lost at sea, hopefully rotting away in the deepest part of the ocean.
Tidus fretted about this the most--the fact that no one would know he was beaten to death by a squawking yellow beast. It didn't seem to matter to him that he was going todie, it troubled him more that this incident would never make it back to Zanarkand.
Jecht would never know he was gone, if the old man ever bothered to show up again.
And he suddenly saw him there--Jecht sauntering around the bird that was abruptly suspended in animation, everything frozen around the two of them. But Tidus knew he was just a little boy that had fallen down, staring up at his father with trembling lips, cradling a wrist he sprained while practicing Blitzball.
Jecht was laughing at him, tossing aside his hair with a scoff.
"You gonna get up kid? Or are ya gonna cry again? That ain't a real injury, so c'mon, get up!" Jecht's voice was so gratingly loud and each of his words seemed to make his wrist throb more.
Tidus hunched over his arm, tucking it closer to himself to hide the weakness from the towering man lurking above him, circling him not unlike a shark lured over by the sight of blood.
"What? You givin' up just like that? You'll be nothin' in Blitz if ya give up that easy--but don't worry, I sorta expected you would," he blustered, chuckling while his dark eyes pierced Tidus's scalp.
Don't cry. Tidus thought as his eyes began to water, tears pooling at the fringe of light lashes.
And Jecht kept yelling at him, and little Tidus cupped his hands over his ears and he thought furiously:
I'M NOT GIVING UP! I'LL NEVER GIVE UP! I'LL BE BETTER THAN YOU!
I won't leave them behind like you left me!
Tidus gasped, fluttering his eyes open as he was tossed away and over the wooden barrier. He landed roughly on the other side of the pen, the fence again between him and Grumpy. Tidus laid there in the soft grass for a dazed and dizzying moment, splotches of light dancing over his vision as he attempted to piece together what had just happened. Apparently, someone saved him from his feathery doom.
His savior made herself known, Tidus's blue eyes focusing on her face that seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight. Or maybe he was feeling lightheaded from the blood pumping out from his arm...
Warm hands scrabbled at his wound and he winced, looking away from her as magic oozed and laced from delicate fingers. It was always an odd sensation being healed, Tidus thought. He was often at the hands of a healer, especially after long Blitzball practices or a particularly brutal game. The magic spell that stitched his skin together made it itch and it took a great amount of self-control not to dig his nails at it.
Don't cry.
Finally he was able to meet the woman's face with his blue-eyed gaze, relieved to see her elegant features and inherent warmth--her appearance alone made him feel at ease, as if she cropped up from the most delicate of flowers. He rather liked the thought, especially as she healed him among glittering rays. Her voice came to him in a sweet tone and told him she was Rosa from Baron.
He didn't know where Baron was, but then he didn't know any of the places others named. Often he couldn't recall the fantastic realms strangers described and he was just as lost as he wandered the one they were all thrown into now. It didn't seem particularly important to Tidus to commit every little town to memory, so he simply blinked at Rosa with a watery smile (a pained one that he was attempting to hide behind false contentment--it created an awkward effect overall). He was taking this day by day, ever hopeful that soon he would be skipping along the neon roads of Zanarkand once more. Rosa and everything in-between that was temporary.
It was this thought that allowed him to smile on despite the annoying sensation that nibbled at his skin while the gashes healed on his forearm.
After a second pause to gather his thoughts among the waves sloshing around in his head, Tidus chirped in a strained falsetto, "I'm Tidus from Zanarkand. I'm r-really glad to have run into you Rosa, thanks for saving me from that crazy bird."
"KWEEEEH!" Grumpy yelled as he stamped his feet that still had Tidus's blood spattered on the claws.
"I'm guessing you're not from around here either then..." He said with a shake of his sandy blonde locks, though it sounded less like a question and more so a dejected confirmation that they were in this mess together. He glanced to his wound that looked far better, a layer of pink skin already forming together. "I keep... I keep asking myself, 'Why me? Why did I come here?' And I think I'm meant to be here for a reason... a bigger reason than to get mauled by angry birds. How about you?"
The chuckle that left him was breathless and soft, more sad than gleeful.
"Uh, sorry," Tidus said suddenly with flushed cheeks. "I just--my head still feels kinda swimmy so..." He looked to the ground, embarrassed by his rambling and pointed question.
Despite his pain and the blood still streaming down his arm, the boy smiled.
Or at least, Rosa thought it was a smile. In practice, it came out as more of a tight-lipped grimace accompanied by a noise that could have meant anything. Still, Rosa had seen worse attempts at bravery during her training as a healer. She'd found that men -- and particularly teenage boys -- often followed a strict, unwavering belief in the myths of a tough attitude. There were to be no wails, no winces, and no tears or else they'd never hear the end of it. Of course, Rosa wouldn't have judged the boy at all for his sensitivity, but she knew better than to say so. Instead, she willfully ignored his white-lips and trembling fingers, and returned the smile with a gentle one of her own.
A comforting attitude was often just as important as magic when it came to healing the wounded.
"I'm Tidus from Zanarkand," the boy squeaked between ragged breaths. "I'm r-really glad to have run into you Rosa, thanks for saving me from that crazy bird." As if on cue, the bird in question gave a sudden, piercing squawk from behind them. Rosa watched it warily as she guided streams of magic from her fingers. Its claws were still stained with the boy's blood, and the bird didn't seem intent on calming itself anytime soon.
"I'm guessing you're not from around here either then..." Tidus continued without waiting for a response. His eyes lowered to the ground and he shook his head slowly. "I keep... I keep asking myself, 'Why me? Why did I come here?' And I think I'm meant to be here for a reason... a bigger reason than to get mauled by angry birds. How about you?"
Rosa blinked. "Me?"
"Uh, sorry," Tidus said with an uncomfortable laugh. "I just--my head still feels kinda swimmy so..." Once again, his eyes lowered to the ground. Rosa frowned.
"No, no. It's alright. It's just a lot to keep up with." Rosa watched a pink patch of fresh skin form over the boy's wounds. It still looked irritated and was partially hardened from scabs, but it wouldn't take much longer. Had she the supplies, Rosa might have stitched the wound together to avoid any possible scarring. She had the feeling that Tidus was not the type to appreciate the masculine ruggedness of scars.
"It's nice to meet you, Tidus. I've never heard of Zanarkand, but then, I've never heard of anything here. I'm sure that Zanarkand is a beautiful place." The words carried with them a subtle sadness that had nothing to do with Tidus' homeland. She pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and remembered the scent of water and wildflowers.
"I don't know why you're here. Or why I'm here, for that matter. I don't know if there's a purpose or if it was all an accident. I don't even know where here is, but I think that I've gone through stranger and far more dangerous. And I wouldn't take that back for anything." Rosa's fingers paused over the boy's newly formed skin. She tried not to think about the sharp grip iron bands around her arms or of the consuming darkness beyond the moon.
"Not so long ago, I left home to follow someone who I loved. We traveled from one end of the world to the other, and then to different worlds altogether. The whole time, I missed Baron more than I can say, but I found something more important than myself on that journey. Sometimes it takes leaving what you know to discover what's worth fighting for."
Rosa sighed. Her hair had fallen into her eyes again, and she brushed it away. Rosa tried to keep the sadness from her smile, but didn't know how well she managed.
"Your wound isn't going to heal much more. Can you stand?" Rosa rose and offered Tidus her hand.
Beyond the fence, the rogue chocobo kicked at a clear patch of ground and rooted through the earth for stray worms. Its feathers ruffled in residual irritation. "What did you do to provoke that bird?" Rosa said more to herself than to Tidus. "Chocobos are usually docile. The rancher shouldn't have allowed you anywhere near a bird that aggressive."
As if in answer, the chocobo snorted haughtily into the dirt.
