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Once the sun had cleared the tops of the trees in the morning, Yuna continued towards the city after leaving the silver-haired man that she’d met near the abandoned house. It promised to be a long walk, but she’d always known that the pilgrimage ahead of her would be a hard journey. She’d just never expected quite how hard. She was in a strange land with none of her guardians beside her. It was certainly a lonely beginning to her story.
Still, Yuna refused to be in low spirits. She had a destination in mind after all, and Yazoo might have died without her intervention. That alone made her sudden appearance here worth the cost to her. Perhaps the fates had intervened on his behalf, and she’d never begrudge him for that. She wanted to help all of Spira's people in any way she could.
In the meantime, she was certain that she’d be able to find answers in the city. The temple should be able to help her return to Besaid. And perhaps if she prayed to the Fayth there, then they would be able to help her calm whatever was wrong with her mind. Even after a night’s sleep, her head still felt foggy, and whenever she tried to think about what she had been doing right before she’d woken up here, she couldn’t place it. She felt dizzy whenever she thought about it, even though she was certain that she must have been doing something on Besaid. She certainly hadn’t left on her pilgrimage yet at least. Though the harder she thought on that last point, the less certain that she was.
The temple would have answers for her--she was certain of that. Yevon always knew what to do.
However, by the time Yuna was staring up at the sprawling buildings that made up the city, she was no longer sure.
“They’re so tall,” She breathed, putting a hand to her mouth as she spun in a slow circle to look at the one above her. She felt dizzy just looking up at it. How on earth did the people here stand on the top floor without being scared that the whole thing would come tumbling down?
“Get out of the street!,” Someone yelled at her, and she quickly hopped back up on the sidewalk. “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” She called to them as she clasped her hands together in front of her and gave them a short bow, but the person in the strange vehicle had already rushed past her. He must have been in a hurry. Really, everyone around her seemed to be in a hurry as they moved past on the sidewalk. Maybe that was the nature of this city. It reminded her a little of Bevelle.
Hesitantly, Yuna continued her way down the street, following the throng of people until she ended up on a side street surrounded on both sides by market stalls. There was a bigger crowd here, but she felt more comfortable away from the bustle of the main streets. At least here there were people shopping in familiar transactions or just gathering on the corners to talk. It was less overwhelming.
“Excuse me, sir.” Yuna stopped the first man she saw by himself before cupping her hands in a circle and giving him a short bow in the traditional Yevon greeting. “I’m afraid that I'm lost. Could you please show me where your temple is?”
The man gave her an odd look as if she’d done something strange. “Sorry. Torensten doesn’t have one,” was all he said before he continued on past her.
Yuna stared after him, pressing one hand to her mouth in concentration. “No temple?” She murmured quietly. The people shopping in the stalls around her suddenly seemed much too loud.
After a moment, Yuna hesitantly walked further into the marketplace. Even if this city was like Luca and didn't have a temple, there had to be someone here she could learn something from.
The trek to Torensten from the Pale Coast was a brief one. Tidus approached the city from his place of rebirth on the northwest shore over the course of a week, braving inclement weather from the seaboard and chilly, coastal nights. The howling wind through the valleys outside of the city at night left him sleepless, and the rumble of distant monsters that he took the care to avoid were constant reminders that he was once again on his own. Campfires weren't the same without Yuna, and he missed Wakka's candor. The nights weren't the same without the sound of somebody snoring, and the mornings didn't feel right with nobody to lecture him for waking up so late.
The litany of things he missed were little, infinitesimal things, and each one formed a note in the symphony of dearly departed memories that he kept locked up in his heart like lost treasures. Maybe Ultimecia could help him get home before they withered like paper over a flame.
Or maybe he was more like those memories than he thought, doomed to burn to the root over and over again across the many worlds that needed a hero.
It couldn't have been selfish of him to dream of home, right? To dream of Yuna, of Wakka and the vigilant Auron? It was natural for him to resist his fate; debris resisted the call of the tide after a shipwreck, and he was no different than human jetsam, in the end.
Torensten and its bustle made his melancholy trek worth the while. People smiled at him wherever he went, made small talk over the massive, cobalt sword that he kept at his side, and even helped him find a new jacket. The warm weather agreed with him in the day, and the cozy fireplace in his room at the inn left him in a good mood when he woke up to find its embers the morning after. True to his word, the former Abe departed early in the morning on request of the innkeeper, determined to run the errands he needed to pay for his room and board.
Even in friendly Torensten, room and board wasn't free. With the influx of travelers on the roads, it was actually a bit more expensive than usual, at least according to the party he'd met the night prior, and as Tidus looped a bag of apples under his arm, he thanked his stars that he'd managed to find the one innkeeper in the world who let people stay the night for a good day's work.
Griselda was a wonderful woman.
Bidding the produce stall's owner goodbye, Tidus continued on his way through the aging keeper's shopping list. The produce was taken care of, he didn't really need to worry about the meat when he could probably go hunting in the evening and get it for a discount at the butcher's... never before had he felt so normal in a world that wasn't his own. Zephon was an alright place, even if it wasn't what he was used to.
There didn't seem to be as much division in Torensten as there was in Spira, but that was a matter of necessity. Apparently, there were a lot of travelers and time-lost folks wandering the world as of late, and he was but one of many souls to heed the call. The why of the matter still escaped him, but that sorta thing was usually specific.
Tidus was in the middle of deciphering the third item on Griselda's to-do list when he stopped in the middle of the street by chance. Both eyes flickered upward, seeking a stall with the same signage as the one on his list, and scanned the crowd for the faintest trace of anything familiar that might help him on his way. He'd been hoping for a banner at eye level, a sign somewhere convenient, or a friendly face that might offer him guidance when he needed it.
Could he have held his jaw in place, if he'd wanted? Could he have really have resisted taking that first step toward Yuna?
The crowd melted away when he saw her like streaks of watercolor painted on an oil slick. Pale, white faces became petals on colorful boughs, reduced to a blur of inconsequential errata, and the bicker and barter of the plaza faded when faced with the thunder in his heart. She looked so perplexed, just a little more lost than he was, and he felt certain that her eyes weren't on him as he wove through the crowd toward her like a forward on his way to the goal.
"Yuna!"
He called out to her as he grew close, throwing both arms out wide in an attempt to catch her for a wild hug that would've probably leveled even Kimahri. It was only for a moment, but he was already laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. They'd been torn apart, split like a tree by the lightning of fate or chance, and now there she was! Looking lost in the middle of a city that neither of them knew the ins-or-outs of.
Already, there were a slew of questions — how did she get to Zephon? How'd she get to Torensten? Had she made the trek on her own? Were Wakka and the others with her?
...Was that creep Seymour with her?
"I can't believe it's really you!"
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Final Fantasy X
19
YEARS
Female
Tidus
Heterosexual
294 POSTS
Erin
I live for the people of Spira, and would have gladly died for them, but no more!
Yuna had been starting to lose hope that she’d be able to find anything familiar at all in Torensten, when a voice suddenly broke over the roar of the crowded marketplace and yelled her name. Startled, she quickly looked up and glanced all around her hoping to find the source. Her eyes leapt from person to person until they suddenly lit on a blond boy who was pushing his way through the crowd towards her. His face was lit up with happiness, and she smiled in spite of herself as she took a step towards him. Maybe this boy was also from Spira? He had recognized her and looked thrilled to see her at any rate, so he must have either known her as a summoner or known who her father was. Even if all he wanted to talk about was how proud she should be to be the High Summoner’s daughter, she was just too relieved to find someone who recognized her to care. Even if it was a stranger, she was more than happy to see what he had to say.
As the boy drew closer to her, he threw his arms out wide, and Yuna stared at him in confusion before her lips parted in shock as she realized that he intended to go for an embrace.
“Oh!” Yuna let out an undignified squeak that would embarrass her later as she quickly stepped to the side to try to avoid him. She also held up her hands between them in an attempt to block the worst of the hug in case he changed course. “Hm…Ah…Well…” She fumbled for the correct thing to say, but words escaped her for a moment as heat flooded her cheeks and she could barely look at him in her embarrassment.
After a few seconds, she finally cleared her throat and reminded herself to be professional. He hadn’t really done anything wrong except to be incredibly forward, after all. But if she could get the conversation on track, then she could still salvage this.
“Yes. I am Yuna, from the island of Besaid.” She gave him a low bow before rising and finally looking him in the eye. There was something familiar about him, though she couldn’t have said what. Yuna immediately liked him even after that incredibly awkward introduction. He had an honest, open face that showed every emotion he was feeling, and his tanned skin suggested that he spent a lot of time outside in the sun. “I’m so happy to meet someone else from Spira,” she confided in him with a slight smile. “You must be too, aren’t you? Or you wouldn’t have known me.”
She studied him for a moment longer before standing up a little straighter. “I’m sorry, I haven’t asked your name.” Yuna apologized before looking at him expectantly.
She blocked his hug like a window blocked the rain, and he bounced off with an equal lack of protest. He hadn't seen it coming, so when he pulled back, he studied her — the way her eyes shot sideways, the slump in her shoulders, the little flash of red in her cheeks. Tidus's hands fell to his hips, ready to chide her before she could chide him for trying to hug her so awkwardly in such a public place. That was typical Yuna. Something something duty, something something summoning, something something Yu Yevon... whatever reservations she held couldn't have been so important as the need for him to express his ardor. He'd have said it, too, were it not for the bashful way she retreated.
There was something wrong.
At once, Tidus straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. She looked afraid of him, almost. Well, maybe not afraid, but a lot more nervous than he'd ever seen her. He knew her so well that it was hard to miss the embarrassment plastered across her cheeks like red paint, or the overly formal way that her lips drew taut before she introduced herself to him as if he only knew her in passing. He tightened his grip on the grocery bag that hung from his fingers and his brow furrowed while she fumbled her way through her little introduction. The realization of what was happening trickled slow like poison through him, and he inhaled when she straightened.
By the time she asked him her name, Tidus's good cheer had evaporated. The woman before him was Yuna, from tip to toenail. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, with a voice softer than any angel's song and he could smell the incense in her pack, practically see her shaking the sand out of her shoes as if it were the day they'd met. His lips moved, soundless, for what felt like an eternity before he regained himself, just as rebuffed by her sudden amnesia as he was by her actual touch a moment before.
Yuna did not remember him.
That much was clear. He could see it in her eyes, her posture, the overly formal way she'd greeted him. He could hear it in her voice, and the thought that he were a familiar chord cut from their song hurt more than any blade or claw could have. The wound struck his heart without mercy, and the world turned on around him, ignorant or in spite of his ache. A free hand flickered to the back of his head, rubbed his hair as if it might somehow soothe him.
"Yeah," he replied, finally mustering up the willpower to answer her question. "I'm from Spira. Sort of."
For a moment, he considered turning around and leaving her be. Yuna did not remember him, or the trials that followed in his wake. Yuna did not remember him, or the pain that he brought her, the sacrifices his life left her to bear. She did not remember Tidus and his laugh, and she definitely did not know how his lips tasted.
Hers tasted like sea-salt and somehow strawberries, and the hurt that accompanied that recollection was not small.
After what felt like an eternity, Tidus extended his hand to her, lips twisted in a boyish grin that he hoped hid the gaping hole in his chest as well as it didn't hide his teeth. When faced with the memory of her name and her travels, the way his name sounded off of her lips and the thought of what they might do together in such a brave new world, how could he deny her? She was still Yuna, even if she didn't know he was Tidus, and there was only one step he could ever have taken when faced with that knowledge.
"The name's Tidus, and you, Yuna, are a sight for sore eyes. How'd you wind up so far from home?"
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Final Fantasy X
19
YEARS
Female
Tidus
Heterosexual
294 POSTS
Erin
I live for the people of Spira, and would have gladly died for them, but no more!
By the time Yuna had finished her introduction, the blond boy’s mood looked like it had taken a completely different turn. He had been so cheerful when he had first run up to her. His blue eyes had sparkled in the sunlight, and the way that he had looked at her had made heat rise in her cheeks almost as much as when he’d nearly hugged her. Now he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, and Yuna felt a little bad in spite of herself. She should have been nicer when she’d rebuffed him. As a summoner, she was supposed to be someone that everyone could look up to, after all. And yet here was the first person that she’d met in Torensten who recognized her, and she’d already managed to ruin his day.
Feeling a little tongue-tied, she was trying to piece together an apology when he muttered that he was ‘sort of’ from Spira in answer to her earlier question.
“Sort of?” She asked curiously. That kind of answer felt like he was leaving a lot unsaid, and she found herself wanting to know more. “You sound like you must have had an interesting journey.” She gave him a smile, but it faltered slightly when she looked closer at his face. His bright eyes had lowered, and he was looking to the side as if he wanted to leave. She had been wrong in thinking that she had offended him. He looked completely devastated, and she was bewildered as to why.
“I’m sorry,” Yuna murmured, as she looked him over carefully. “Did I…do something wrong? If so, I’d like to make up for it.”
However, just as quickly as the man’s mood had shifted, he seemed to clear away whatever dark thoughts he was having. He shot her a low grin that made something in her stomach flutter as he held out a hand and introduced himself.
“Tidus?” She tried the name out and decided that she liked how it sounded on her tongue. There was a spark of something familiar in it, but she wasn’t sure if she’d actually heard it before or if his name was just unique enough to be memorable. Casting his hand a curious glance, she reached out and grasped it in both of hers. His palms felt lightly calloused, and she wondered if he often used a sword or just worked outdoors. “It’s an honor to meet you, Tidus. I’m so happy to find another person who isn’t from here.”
Yuna released his hand and frowned slightly when he asked how she’d ended up here. “To be honest…I’m not sure. I woke up on the ground a little outside of Torensten last night. I don’t really remember how I got here, or what I would have done to not even be on Spira anymore.” She hesitated slightly, before continuing. If he was from Spira, then he’d understand her suspicions at any rate. "I had thought that…maybe Sin might be involved. But I don’t remember an attack either.” She frowned slightly, her thoughts straying to the monster that it was her life goal’s to defeat when she suddenly flushed and looked back at Tidus, embarrassed that she had been talking for so long.
“What about you?” She clasped her hands together and leaned forward slightly in anticipation. “How did you get here? And where are you from?”
Tidus wore his heart on his sleeve and he knew it. Hiding his true feelings from anyone, much less someone he actually cared about, was impossible. He saw Yuna react to his pain, her heart blanching in response to the way he wilted, and the immediate touch of regret that took his heart was overwhelming. It was selfish of him to treat her the way he was, but he couldn't help it. She had gone and forgotten him when he needed her most. That hurt in ways he could never have described, but what hurt the most was the realization that the same thing that hurt him was something that hurt her too, whether she knew it or not. Yuna wasn't some delicate flower, but she did need him.
Tidus shook his head and brushed by her insistence that she might've done something to affect his mood. He wasn't gonna bring her down just because he was feeling a little sad. Their friendship, their bond, was forged so strong that a little hurdle or two wouldn't completely dethrone it from either of their hearts.
Hearing his name from her lips tore away any of his doubts, regardless. It was something familiar to him in a world full of uncertainties and unknown variables. All of Zephon was uncharted water, and, left to explore the world on his own, Tidus felt an awful lot like a drowning man. Whether it was the world's customs or the strange mish-mash of cultures that shaped them, it was easy to tell that he didn't belong. There were any number of warriors on the streets with a similar claim, or at least the drunk guys at the inn seemed to think so, but that didn't make him feel any more at home. Truth be told, he didn't even feel at home in Spira, and Zanarkand was so far behind him that it might've been a dream for real.
Her fingers pulled away from his about ten years too soon and Tidus crossed his arms to deal with it. Griselda's groceries, still waiting at the ends of his free hand's fingers, provided him the perfect opportunity to fidget while Yuna explained her story. He withdrew a small, red apple and took a big bite from it while she spoke, her words eerily familiar. He'd been reborn into the sea, but that made enough sense. Tidus, like every other man on the planet, was seventy percent water. He was also more familiar with the blue than most, and he found little to object to about a life spent in brine. Sure, some fish smelled gross, but it made sense where he'd woken up all the same. What didn't make sense was what put Yuna near Torensten.
A hand flocked to the back of his neck when she mentioned Sin.
She remembered that much, huh?
"Same thing as you," he replied, quickly, while beckoning for her to follow him. Winding his way through the crowd, he maneuvered through the plaza at a slower pace than he might normally have, allowing her to trail behind him as if she were a clerk and he the important mayor of some far off villa. "I don't think it's Sin, though. He's..."
It's? Dad's? What word was he really looking for there?
"Sin's not a problem here, as far as I can tell. I'm the same as you, though. One minute, I'm with a friend, and we're happy, she's all cute, and everything's good... but the next, I'm on the coast, a couple miles out from the middle of nowhere and totally lost."
A few burly looking fellas with swords passed him by on the left side, and Tidus eyed them warily. He didn't know where they were going, but he didn't want to know, either. He had more important things to worry about than what a bunch of would-be adventurers were up to in the middle of the day. So long as they weren't causing trouble, he didn't figure them important. Yuna mattered a lot more, and making sure that she was safe was something he considered paramount to everything else. He wasn't gonna confess his love to her or anything, not on the spot, but... but that didn't mean he wanted her to get hurt.
"As for where I'm from... well, that's not all that important," he admitted. "What matters is that we're both here, now. As far as I know, this world is called Zephon. I've actually got an arrangement with an innkeeper here, and she'd probably give you a place to sleep if you want a room. She's kinda old and creepy looking, but she's a real nice lady."
Turning his head to monitor her over his shoulder, Tidus wondered if she'd always looked so eager. The last time he saw her for real, she'd been so serious and determined looking that the world should've trembled at her feet. Time after that, which now could have been a dream in hindsight, her head had been buried in the crook of his neck and he'd only really caught the way her hair shimmered in the blood-orange twilight of a far-gone coast. Seeing her in the daylight, by comparison, felt surreal and jagged, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she was a tinted window laid into the steel of Torensten's walls.
"It's good that you haven't lost too much of your memory," Tidus explained. He couldn't help himself. Did he look as much like a puppy dog as he felt? "We've actually met before. Once or twice. I thought you might've taken a hit on the head, but... I dunno, you don't look banged up. What's the last thing you even remember?"
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MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRPHY 2.0
Final Fantasy X
19
YEARS
Female
Tidus
Heterosexual
294 POSTS
Erin
I live for the people of Spira, and would have gladly died for them, but no more!
As Yuna explained how she’d woken up outside of Torensten last night, Tidus pulled an apple out of the grocery bag he held in one hand and took a loud bite. Despite how serious the situation was, Yuna had to suppress a slight laugh at how casual he was. They might never be able to return to Spira, but this boy didn’t seem to be letting it get to him too much. At any rate, he seemed to be trying to stay in good spirits. Maybe she should take a page from his book. Yuna felt like she’d done nothing but mull over her situation since she’d arrived.
After she finished talking, Tidus gestured for her to follow him, and she stepped after him a bit curiously, weaving through the crowded streets as he started up his own story. It made sense to her that he’d woken up on the coast. She couldn’t have said why, but something about the way he bounced past the people moving around them reminded her of a wave drifting through the sea. She could easily picture him near the water. What had he done for a living back on Spira? His tanned skin suggested that he spent a lot of time outdoors.
“Sin...not a problem?” She repeated after him, not quite believing it, but one look around her told her that he was probably right. The strangers wandering past them sometimes looked tired, or expressionless, or in a rush, but there wasn’t the same note of hopelessness floating around. The marketplace was crowded and noisy and a generally happy place. People were laughing. There wasn’t a hint of despair to be found. This was a world without Sin.
The thought made her stop in her tracks. Though she quickly caught herself and resumed walking behind Tidus, she felt more somber than she did before. This was what Spira could have been. This was what Spira maybe never would be now that she was here. Not unless another summoner died in her place.
“We need a way back,” she murmured before perking up at the rest of Tidus’ story. He claimed that where he was from ‘wasn’t important,’ but Yuna knew a brush-off when she heard one. He was hiding something. She looked at him a little closer but couldn’t find anything to distrust about him. He had one of the friendliest faces she’d ever seen, and her cheeks felt a little warm when he looked back at her and she realized that his eyes were the same color as the waters that surrounded Besaid. She only felt more flustered when he brought up his living arrangements and that Griselda could probably give her a room too.
“Really? Thank you so much. I do need a place to sleep. I managed to find somewhere last night after I helped an injured man by the road, but I don’t have anything permanent yet,” she explained as she looked up at him again. Maybe she shouldn’t have trusted him when he was so clearly hiding something, but it was hard not to when his grin was so open. She smiled back at him, though it quickly faded when he brought up her spotty memory.
“We’ve...met?” She slowed to a stop and looked him over with a slight frown, trying to place the name or face somewhere in her past before slowly shaking her head. His personality was so distinctive. She was sure that he would have stood out even if she’d met him in a crowd.
“I’m sorry. I don’t remember,” she murmured, trying to be polite instead of disagreeing with him before moving on to his second question. “To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what the last thing I was doing on Spira was,” she confided reluctantly. “I know I must have been on Besaid. I had just recently become a summoner…” Had she left on her pilgrimage yet? Her brows furrowed slightly as she considered it, walking a few paces past him as she thought about it. She couldn’t have left for Kilika yet. She’d remember if she’d passed her second trial, wouldn’t she?
Yuna started to turn back around to face Tidus, when her breath caught in her throat a bit as she looked back at him. It was his eyes that did it. Yuna could picture those flecks of blue looking up at her on the temple dais before she’d lost consciousness and fallen into Kimahri’s arms.
“How could I have forgotten? Of course I remember you,” Yuna said, excitement at seeing a familiar face rushing through her as she came back down the street and stopped right in front of him. “You’re the boy who burst into the temple during my trial. You were the talk of Besaid.” Had she ever gotten to thank him? If not, then she'd have to correct that.
While he and Yuna talked, Tidus went through the shopping list Griselda left for him. He picked up a few dozen loaves of freshly baked bread from the baker's stall with a few gestures of wordless thanks, slinging the bread into a separate bag that he looped on his arm while they walked. Before he knew it, he was snacking on a little bit of it with every step, glad that he'd purchased an extra loaf or two so that he could have one to himself. Griselda had left him a few extra coins for just such an occurrence, and despite his original protests, he was now glad for her generosity.
There was something cathartic about snacking on something chewy, and the fact that he was chewing through his own troubles made that catharsis even more potent than it otherwise would've been.
Also relieving was the fact that Yuna hadn't changed all that much. She was still the same, generous girl that he knew, willing to stick her neck out for those in need. Helping an old man by the side of the road in a strange place was just like her; she was well aware that she could've been ambushed or set upon by bloodthirsty banditos on a quest for coin. In comparison to the satisfaction helping another living being would give her, though, she was always gonna choose to help her fellow man. That was part of why she had elected to fight Sin in the first place. Yes, it was her mission, but it was also a duty that, to her, transcended its own boundaries.
Fighting Sin meant elevating man, and the best way to elevate her peers was to provide an example for them.
They were just a few steps away from the butcher's corner when she stopped in her tracks, her face screwed up in a pensive way that forced Tidus to pause a good body-length away from her. He ripped off a hunk of bread and stuffed it in his mouth while she tried her best to place him, and for a moment, he wondered if he was just setting himself up for disappointment again.
He was a dream to begin with, some far off memory from a scattered place whose name was but rubble to her. What had he done that he might be remembered?
She came jogging up after him a moment later, her face brighter than he'd seen it all morning. She looked so cute like that, excited by something that she knew to be good news, that Tidus couldn't help the way his lips twitched upward in response. The words that left her weren't the words he wanted, but they were better than nothing, and he wasn't going to begrudge her the finer details of their relationship. He owed her more than that — whether she knew it or not.
She had saved the world, after all, and her nobility had saved him in turn. How could he crush her by revealing the misery burgeoning in his heart like a thorn?
"You got it," he replied, offering her a wink and a stiff thumbs up. He leaned in conspiratorially, holding his thumb and his forefinger an inch apart. "I knew you'd remember. And to think, I was this close to giving up on ya."
Part of him didn't remember being the talk of Besaid, but that sounded right. He had a tendency to ruffle feathers everywhere he went. Yet, as he leaned back into his own personal space, he couldn't help but wonder what else she would remember, and in what sequence it would come. Would she remember Seymour...? Would she remember his proposal and the things he had done? Or would those pieces come like breadcrumbs, picked up only when they became relevant? Whatever the answer, Tidus figured it best to play his own cards close to his chest.
"It's good to know you've got the wit to match that pretty face of yours," he joked.
"By the way, you should totally be more careful in this place! This part of the world's nice, but if you travel, there's all kinds of monsters out there on the road. When I first appeared, I got attacked by this weird, snake-lady thing. But, uh... if you need a bodyguard or anything..."
Tidus brushed his thumb against the very tip of his nose, nodding down to the massive, cobalt blade at his side.
"Well, I'm pretty tough, y'know. And I'd hate to see you go it alone, even if I know you can totally handle yourself. Just keep me in mind if you need some help, is all I'm saying."
With a shrug and another playful grin, he led the way toward the butcher's place, so that they could finish up his chore and he could take her back to the inn. At the end of the day, he was still a scared little boy... but now his worries were more worldly, localized entirely to what Yuna of Besaid remembered and how the pieces of her memory might one day return to her. Did she remember Jecht, for instance? Or Rikku, or Kimahri?
Well, she remembered the ceremony thing, so... uh, yeah, she probably remembered him.
"My services do come free, you know. Can't beat that kinda bargain."
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Final Fantasy X
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Tidus
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Erin
I live for the people of Spira, and would have gladly died for them, but no more!
As Yuna had come back down the street to meet him, Tidus had been finishing up one of the loaves of bread that he had bought along the way. She watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed before he shot her a small smile as she proclaimed that he was the boy who’d burst into the Cloister of Trials when it had taken her over a day to win Valefor’s favor. Maybe it was her imagination, but there was something like disappointment on his face for a moment when she’d finished talking, but it was gone before she could think about what that might have meant.
“Thank you so much for your help with that,” she said, smiling slightly as he leaned in and confided that he’d almost given up on her. He had taken some heat for ignoring the precepts and bursting in like that, as she recalled. Some of the townsfolk had referred to him as a heathen and told him to stay away from her. “I think it takes a lot of bravery to do something like that when everyone’s telling you not to.” She wanted to encourage him to do the same for other people, even if no one else agreed.
She felt her cheeks grow a bit warm when he commented that her wit matched her pretty face. She didn’t have much experience there, but she could tell that he was flirting with her. It wasn’t exactly proper, and any of the priests would have yelled at him for it, but she found herself stealing a glance at him anyway. He had beautiful features for a boy, and so far he’d been nothing but cheerful, kind, funny, and the most helpful person she’d encountered since waking up here. She couldn’t help but like him, even if he was obviously hiding something. He was so different from everyone else in her life back on Spira.
“There are fiends here?” She asked in surprise when he mentioned the monsters he’d encountered on the road. That surprised her if Sin didn’t exist here, but maybe the fiends were a separate issue. If that was the case, she’d have to be sure to perform sendings wherever she could. If summoners weren’t usual here, then maybe it was no wonder they were having such a problem with monsters.
“Thank you for the warning. I’ll take care when I’m on the road,” she assured him, trailing after him down the street as he headed towards a group of market stalls near the back. She was prepared to follow him into the butcher's building--even if places like that always made her a little sad--when Tidus suddenly offered her his services. She paused in mid-step again, looking at him in surprise. “Are you...offering to be my guardian?” She asked curiously, straightening when he mentioned that his services came for free.
“I can’t possibly accept that when we’re both struggling to learn our way around. There must be some way I can repay you,” she argued, taking a closer look at the blue sword at his side when he gestured at it. Her breath caught in her throat a bit at the familiar swirls drifting through the blade like waves. The last time she’d seen that sword, it had been in the hands of a different man with orange hair and a Besaid Aurochs uniform.
“That’s Brotherhood, isn’t it?” She asked a little sadly, stepping forward and lightly laying a hand on the dull side of the blade. “You must be close to Wakka. I didn’t think he’d ever let anyone else use it.” Seeing it made her realize how much she missed Chappu. Wakka and Lulu never liked to talk about him now that he was gone. Would they stop talking about her now that she was gone too?
“I’m sorry,” Yuna murmured finally as she took a step back. “I’m keeping you from your errands. Just let me know when you’re ready to head back. I'll be ready.”
