Squalls_lover
11-26-2002, 12:10 AM
FINAL FANTASY X: REVENANT LOVE
Only about 5 years after the victorious, most miraculous defeat of Sin, Yuna, the only daughter of High Summoner Braska, found her own sending being performed, by one of the very few Summoners left. Yuna, at the age of 22, died of an unknown disease. While she was transported to the farplane, Tidus, who had disappeared, disintegrating into the air, found himself again, on an unknown planet�
This is...merely the beginning, watch, for the wonders of life - after death...
Chapter 1
The flat rooftops, high towers, skyscrapers glittered, glimmering in the dim light of a dark sun, which provided enough energy for comfortable warmth and vision. The lights slowly flickered off, one by one. A very familiar tune ringed in his ears, yet he was far from grasping the euphonious song's real source. It sounded foreign, unheard of, and yet too familiar to be deja vu.
Long dark blue lyrca trousers hugged around his legs with slight flaps on the bottom, while a loose, black netted top revealed his muscular and strong frame. He stood tall, with wavy blond hair, falling over his eyes and around his head in short spikes. His slightly tanned skin gave him an asian appeal, and the gleam in his dark eyes reflected his victorious, triumphant soul.
A wide, dark path, with yellow, intensely bright lines marking the centre. This road, was in the heart of a living, breathing, throbbing and inevitably active city called �Lunaresca�. Footpaths of black-grey cement, shining and sparkling with cleanliness and glitter dust, High skyscrapers surrounding the prominent road, with dazzling, flashing signs displaying highly respected, and valued company names.
The young man slowly proceeded on, walking on the footpath, watching with a sly smirk as a couple of �beauty snatchers� passed by. They were a group of feminine girls, always struggling and striving to be up-to-date with the latest-fashion-items, which they considered essential to be a �person�.
Four young women, advancing towards him, on the opposite path, smiled and whistled at him, as he was one of the most popular guys in the city. They waved their arms at him cheerily, blowing kisses and giggling simultaneously, sounding like a whole crowd rather than four young girls.
He smiled, waving back and shook his head to himself. Just opposite him was the highest skyscraper in the city. Among the very many black and grey ones, this one was silver and belonged to the most rich and famous Man in the country, Mr. Jecht Blaize. It was the most glamorous, and most affluent business around. With the pelf of customers travelling in and out continuously to and from this prominent capital city, it wasn�t a surprise.
His son, Tidus Blaize, rested his hands behind his head, arms high, as he slowly proceeded towards his father�s place. The skyscraper loomed over the city, dominating the highest space of them all, accommodating over 200 travellers, home-seekers and whatnot, in the space of over 299 different rooms, lounges, caf�s, restaurants, leisure areas, libraries and quiet-rooms.
All in all, Tidus never expected anything more from life; given the gift of superior, and extravagant wealth, popularity and fame. Daydreaming of a strange, foreign place, he never was quite able to decode where he was receiving the images. D�j� vu had been widely accepted, but this surely felt like something distinctly different. It was palpably the most strange, reminiscent feelings Tidus had ever gotten, yet with advice from many doctors, philosophers, psychiatrists, and the like the answer always ended up being vague or not realistic. Tidus, was embarking on a very unusual point in his life, here, it began�the story of Tidus�s past�
Chapter 1 (part 1)
A couple of room cleaners stood around the corner of the corridor, smoking cigarettes, and conversing with another, whilst Tidus slowly made his way towards them.
The young men saw him amble along the long, vast white-silver walls of the corridor, and suddenly stood up straight, with a rigid saluting posture and a hand to their foreheads. The cigarettes instantly landed in the long, tower-like black bin.
Tidus stopped in his tracks, glancing at them, as they stood there, dressed in white shirts, black trousers and maroon bows.
Keeping their position in respect, they stared blankly into the space. Silence. Tidus held a hand on his hip and tilted his head, sighing irritably.
The silence was thick, at this time of night, where the dim sun shone so weakly, everyone slept, with only a few exceptions, which could be heard in the background, in their own rooms laughing and talking.
The bottom thin strip of long narrow wall glowed with silver glitter whilst the other was plain white. Tidus saw that they�d done their cleaning work, but his strict gesture wasn�t to validate or test any of that.
�What have I told you guys?� Tidus smirked, watching them stand in perfect stillness like statues.
�We�re to talk to you like friends, SIR!� one of them answered, a very firm, military voice echoing in the corridor.
Tidus sighed, dropped his head down slightly and shook it.
�FRIENDS, don�t say Sir to another.� Tidus whispered rudely under his breath, just enough for them to hear, and trod closer, forcefully moving their hands down from their foreheads.
They relaxed, and one, with the unique red-maroon eyes, bowed smiling. His black hair was slickly and neatly pushed back with gel, and his bow under his chin was the very maroon of his eyes. Another with blue eyes and dark brown, chestnut hair held a blue bow under his chin and smiled also, tilting his head casually. Tidus smiled, then jokingly saluted them and sped off on his airblade.
�HEY! No airblades allowed inside!� was all he could hear, echoing, in masculine unison�
Swerving around the sharp corners of the narrow spaced corridors, Tidus accelerated through the main, middle path, which branched out into many others, with the big, wide silver double doors straight ahead.
He felt the intense waves of air rush against his face, smothering his hair back forcefully, as he continued on. This, ahead him, was his father�s leisure room. Feeling a cool sense of bitterness surge through his veins, he leaned harder on the front, accelerating faster, and faster towards the double doors, he usually hated to enter.
But now, with an urgent call from his so-called �Old man�, Tidus reluctantly agreed to meet him again, after a long period of time. Shifting his weight suddenly to the back of the airblade, Tidus skilfully bounced on it once, flipping it up into his arms, as he landed back onto the floor, just before the two, immense double doors.
Tidus rolled his eyes slightly at the thought of his father and gripped one of the curled metal handles, pulling the door open swiftly. Long wide rows of stainless, beautifully cleaned black shadowed windows being the interior of a surrounding pitch-black wall with silver lining coasted into his view. It was Jecht style all right.
There, directly under the windows were seated a couple of comfy, shiny black leather sofas with a bar to its left. A bar big enough to be called a wine store, Tidus had always thought. The room was comfortably recognized as a very wide and long rectangle, presumably taking up two average hotel rooms put together.
Vast, powerful and classy was all Jecht wanted it to be. There, to the right of the sofa suit, he stood, bent over a golf ball, angling his shot. Tidus tilted his head irritably, holding his airblade under his arm and coughed intentionally, trying to get his father�s attention.
No avail. Jecht methodically made his shot, oblivious to his son�s presence. Tidus knew this from before and remained silent. It was Jecht after all. A small clicking sound confirmed his victory, and then, a short applause sounded from the holographic golf course game. The red pole and flag, along with the fake green grass suddenly faded back into a dark blue laminated floor. Jecht released his grip from the holographic golf club, instantly making it disappear.
He turned to glance at his son, a set of perfect white teeth sparkling in the small bright lights fitted into the ceiling. His tanned complexion seemed to shine in the light and his short cut black hair somehow looked unusual to Tidus, although he�d seen him like this since he could remember.
His small beard curled up along with his lips as he smiled. He wore a loose white shirt with sophisticated trousers, something, which again, struck Tidus very bizarre, despite his past experiences with him.
He always smiled like this. So indirectly, cunningly, as if there was something to hide. The mocking smile.
�Ah, there�s my lil boy.� Jecht chuckled, making Tidus uneasy.
Why does he always have to greet me like that� Why? he suddenly thought inside, his agitation growing. He felt the strange sensation that he�d relived something similar to this before, yet he quickly dismissed the little disturbance in his mind.
�Little Tidus, heh. Gonna cry that daddy�s so big and mean? Awww�� Jecht tilted his head at him slightly and shook his head, grinning
�What do you want?� Tidus sighed, rolling his eyes.
Jecht turned, and slowly walked towards the other end of the room, where on the side of a door were two long thin black shelves.
They held upon them trophies, diplomas and certificates of business achievement and a special scroll that Tidus hadn�t seen before. His emotions surged, eating him inside, with every mocking glance that he received from his father.
He slowly stepped back towards Tidus with that selfsame scroll, tapping its head into his palm and eyeing him slyly. His eyebrows were raised in interest and he enjoyed the curiosity that began to slowly show on Tidus�s face.
What�s that�? he wondered watching the scroll, as it tapped up, and down, slowly into his palm.
Jecht remained silent a few moments, just watching that wanting expression on his son�s face, which soon, slowly turned into bitter annoyance. Tidus gave a frustrated cry, swivelling on his heel and about to exit straight out the double doors.
�Hah, I haven�t even started with you. Come �ere you useless punk.�
At those words, Tidus didn�t cower back. He didn�t let them beat his feelings into a pulp and be trampled all over. He didn�t relent this time.
No way. He spun round sharply and glared into his father�s blue sparkling, triumphant eyes, sensing much of a challenge to keep up the stare. His father�s eyes narrowed disapprovingly and he nodded his head slightly, as if to call him back. But then, his courage faded, deliquesced into pure hatred.
The bitter, shameful onus of being Jecht�s son, his only son, made Tidus obey, the way he�d been brought up since he was only five. For he didn�t dare think what else was to await him if he chose not to. He didn�t even think about it. He resented it.
Stepping closer to his father, he stood, watching him with much patience and tolerance, a lump forming in his throat, which he was surely afraid of. Jecht held the scroll high and let a flap drop down so it unrolled, down. It was a pure white, brand new piece of paper, not long at all.
�What�s that, then?� Tidus asked, the exasperation, and contempt ringing at the end of his sentence. His expression was fiercely tempered, the fury seemed to be an endless fire, and unforgiving, unrelenting fire that wouldn�t die, not matter what Jecht did. Tidus hated Jecht. It was as simple as the alphabet.
�Well, for your own good, and because you can�t possibly do anything on your own, I thought of you giving a try to my kinda business. Heh, that�d be impossible for ya to handle, but, hey, everyone ends up small, right? Heh, I know you can�t do it, but then again, you can always try�� and then, it was evinced, a tiny whisper that followed after Jecht�s sentence, �Only to fail.�
Jecht turned the unwrapped, opened scroll around, and a blue print of Jecht�s new hotel, which was to be made in another major city coasted into Tidus� view. He glanced at it sceptically�
Only about 5 years after the victorious, most miraculous defeat of Sin, Yuna, the only daughter of High Summoner Braska, found her own sending being performed, by one of the very few Summoners left. Yuna, at the age of 22, died of an unknown disease. While she was transported to the farplane, Tidus, who had disappeared, disintegrating into the air, found himself again, on an unknown planet�
This is...merely the beginning, watch, for the wonders of life - after death...
Chapter 1
The flat rooftops, high towers, skyscrapers glittered, glimmering in the dim light of a dark sun, which provided enough energy for comfortable warmth and vision. The lights slowly flickered off, one by one. A very familiar tune ringed in his ears, yet he was far from grasping the euphonious song's real source. It sounded foreign, unheard of, and yet too familiar to be deja vu.
Long dark blue lyrca trousers hugged around his legs with slight flaps on the bottom, while a loose, black netted top revealed his muscular and strong frame. He stood tall, with wavy blond hair, falling over his eyes and around his head in short spikes. His slightly tanned skin gave him an asian appeal, and the gleam in his dark eyes reflected his victorious, triumphant soul.
A wide, dark path, with yellow, intensely bright lines marking the centre. This road, was in the heart of a living, breathing, throbbing and inevitably active city called �Lunaresca�. Footpaths of black-grey cement, shining and sparkling with cleanliness and glitter dust, High skyscrapers surrounding the prominent road, with dazzling, flashing signs displaying highly respected, and valued company names.
The young man slowly proceeded on, walking on the footpath, watching with a sly smirk as a couple of �beauty snatchers� passed by. They were a group of feminine girls, always struggling and striving to be up-to-date with the latest-fashion-items, which they considered essential to be a �person�.
Four young women, advancing towards him, on the opposite path, smiled and whistled at him, as he was one of the most popular guys in the city. They waved their arms at him cheerily, blowing kisses and giggling simultaneously, sounding like a whole crowd rather than four young girls.
He smiled, waving back and shook his head to himself. Just opposite him was the highest skyscraper in the city. Among the very many black and grey ones, this one was silver and belonged to the most rich and famous Man in the country, Mr. Jecht Blaize. It was the most glamorous, and most affluent business around. With the pelf of customers travelling in and out continuously to and from this prominent capital city, it wasn�t a surprise.
His son, Tidus Blaize, rested his hands behind his head, arms high, as he slowly proceeded towards his father�s place. The skyscraper loomed over the city, dominating the highest space of them all, accommodating over 200 travellers, home-seekers and whatnot, in the space of over 299 different rooms, lounges, caf�s, restaurants, leisure areas, libraries and quiet-rooms.
All in all, Tidus never expected anything more from life; given the gift of superior, and extravagant wealth, popularity and fame. Daydreaming of a strange, foreign place, he never was quite able to decode where he was receiving the images. D�j� vu had been widely accepted, but this surely felt like something distinctly different. It was palpably the most strange, reminiscent feelings Tidus had ever gotten, yet with advice from many doctors, philosophers, psychiatrists, and the like the answer always ended up being vague or not realistic. Tidus, was embarking on a very unusual point in his life, here, it began�the story of Tidus�s past�
Chapter 1 (part 1)
A couple of room cleaners stood around the corner of the corridor, smoking cigarettes, and conversing with another, whilst Tidus slowly made his way towards them.
The young men saw him amble along the long, vast white-silver walls of the corridor, and suddenly stood up straight, with a rigid saluting posture and a hand to their foreheads. The cigarettes instantly landed in the long, tower-like black bin.
Tidus stopped in his tracks, glancing at them, as they stood there, dressed in white shirts, black trousers and maroon bows.
Keeping their position in respect, they stared blankly into the space. Silence. Tidus held a hand on his hip and tilted his head, sighing irritably.
The silence was thick, at this time of night, where the dim sun shone so weakly, everyone slept, with only a few exceptions, which could be heard in the background, in their own rooms laughing and talking.
The bottom thin strip of long narrow wall glowed with silver glitter whilst the other was plain white. Tidus saw that they�d done their cleaning work, but his strict gesture wasn�t to validate or test any of that.
�What have I told you guys?� Tidus smirked, watching them stand in perfect stillness like statues.
�We�re to talk to you like friends, SIR!� one of them answered, a very firm, military voice echoing in the corridor.
Tidus sighed, dropped his head down slightly and shook it.
�FRIENDS, don�t say Sir to another.� Tidus whispered rudely under his breath, just enough for them to hear, and trod closer, forcefully moving their hands down from their foreheads.
They relaxed, and one, with the unique red-maroon eyes, bowed smiling. His black hair was slickly and neatly pushed back with gel, and his bow under his chin was the very maroon of his eyes. Another with blue eyes and dark brown, chestnut hair held a blue bow under his chin and smiled also, tilting his head casually. Tidus smiled, then jokingly saluted them and sped off on his airblade.
�HEY! No airblades allowed inside!� was all he could hear, echoing, in masculine unison�
Swerving around the sharp corners of the narrow spaced corridors, Tidus accelerated through the main, middle path, which branched out into many others, with the big, wide silver double doors straight ahead.
He felt the intense waves of air rush against his face, smothering his hair back forcefully, as he continued on. This, ahead him, was his father�s leisure room. Feeling a cool sense of bitterness surge through his veins, he leaned harder on the front, accelerating faster, and faster towards the double doors, he usually hated to enter.
But now, with an urgent call from his so-called �Old man�, Tidus reluctantly agreed to meet him again, after a long period of time. Shifting his weight suddenly to the back of the airblade, Tidus skilfully bounced on it once, flipping it up into his arms, as he landed back onto the floor, just before the two, immense double doors.
Tidus rolled his eyes slightly at the thought of his father and gripped one of the curled metal handles, pulling the door open swiftly. Long wide rows of stainless, beautifully cleaned black shadowed windows being the interior of a surrounding pitch-black wall with silver lining coasted into his view. It was Jecht style all right.
There, directly under the windows were seated a couple of comfy, shiny black leather sofas with a bar to its left. A bar big enough to be called a wine store, Tidus had always thought. The room was comfortably recognized as a very wide and long rectangle, presumably taking up two average hotel rooms put together.
Vast, powerful and classy was all Jecht wanted it to be. There, to the right of the sofa suit, he stood, bent over a golf ball, angling his shot. Tidus tilted his head irritably, holding his airblade under his arm and coughed intentionally, trying to get his father�s attention.
No avail. Jecht methodically made his shot, oblivious to his son�s presence. Tidus knew this from before and remained silent. It was Jecht after all. A small clicking sound confirmed his victory, and then, a short applause sounded from the holographic golf course game. The red pole and flag, along with the fake green grass suddenly faded back into a dark blue laminated floor. Jecht released his grip from the holographic golf club, instantly making it disappear.
He turned to glance at his son, a set of perfect white teeth sparkling in the small bright lights fitted into the ceiling. His tanned complexion seemed to shine in the light and his short cut black hair somehow looked unusual to Tidus, although he�d seen him like this since he could remember.
His small beard curled up along with his lips as he smiled. He wore a loose white shirt with sophisticated trousers, something, which again, struck Tidus very bizarre, despite his past experiences with him.
He always smiled like this. So indirectly, cunningly, as if there was something to hide. The mocking smile.
�Ah, there�s my lil boy.� Jecht chuckled, making Tidus uneasy.
Why does he always have to greet me like that� Why? he suddenly thought inside, his agitation growing. He felt the strange sensation that he�d relived something similar to this before, yet he quickly dismissed the little disturbance in his mind.
�Little Tidus, heh. Gonna cry that daddy�s so big and mean? Awww�� Jecht tilted his head at him slightly and shook his head, grinning
�What do you want?� Tidus sighed, rolling his eyes.
Jecht turned, and slowly walked towards the other end of the room, where on the side of a door were two long thin black shelves.
They held upon them trophies, diplomas and certificates of business achievement and a special scroll that Tidus hadn�t seen before. His emotions surged, eating him inside, with every mocking glance that he received from his father.
He slowly stepped back towards Tidus with that selfsame scroll, tapping its head into his palm and eyeing him slyly. His eyebrows were raised in interest and he enjoyed the curiosity that began to slowly show on Tidus�s face.
What�s that�? he wondered watching the scroll, as it tapped up, and down, slowly into his palm.
Jecht remained silent a few moments, just watching that wanting expression on his son�s face, which soon, slowly turned into bitter annoyance. Tidus gave a frustrated cry, swivelling on his heel and about to exit straight out the double doors.
�Hah, I haven�t even started with you. Come �ere you useless punk.�
At those words, Tidus didn�t cower back. He didn�t let them beat his feelings into a pulp and be trampled all over. He didn�t relent this time.
No way. He spun round sharply and glared into his father�s blue sparkling, triumphant eyes, sensing much of a challenge to keep up the stare. His father�s eyes narrowed disapprovingly and he nodded his head slightly, as if to call him back. But then, his courage faded, deliquesced into pure hatred.
The bitter, shameful onus of being Jecht�s son, his only son, made Tidus obey, the way he�d been brought up since he was only five. For he didn�t dare think what else was to await him if he chose not to. He didn�t even think about it. He resented it.
Stepping closer to his father, he stood, watching him with much patience and tolerance, a lump forming in his throat, which he was surely afraid of. Jecht held the scroll high and let a flap drop down so it unrolled, down. It was a pure white, brand new piece of paper, not long at all.
�What�s that, then?� Tidus asked, the exasperation, and contempt ringing at the end of his sentence. His expression was fiercely tempered, the fury seemed to be an endless fire, and unforgiving, unrelenting fire that wouldn�t die, not matter what Jecht did. Tidus hated Jecht. It was as simple as the alphabet.
�Well, for your own good, and because you can�t possibly do anything on your own, I thought of you giving a try to my kinda business. Heh, that�d be impossible for ya to handle, but, hey, everyone ends up small, right? Heh, I know you can�t do it, but then again, you can always try�� and then, it was evinced, a tiny whisper that followed after Jecht�s sentence, �Only to fail.�
Jecht turned the unwrapped, opened scroll around, and a blue print of Jecht�s new hotel, which was to be made in another major city coasted into Tidus� view. He glanced at it sceptically�