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Morpan

This fanfic contains the character “Yuna” from Final Fantasy X\X-2, however this fanfic is not endorsed or supported by Square Enix (Final fantasy). Also her personality is a cross between both games and her skills are a mixture from both games and some of my own ideas.

Walsall, West Midlands, UK

 

Michael Morpan, an 18-year-old Englishman in collage studying IT. On the surface he looks like any student, yet inside is a lonely and troubled man, betrayed, hurt and lost. He thinks that everything in his life is crumbling, the government is corrupt and dishonest, lying and destroying the country. The latest terrorist threat hasn't been dealt with properly, which he calls the terrorists the “World Empire” because he thinks the terrorists think that this is like Star Wars only that they will win. The government has been using this threat for personal gain by scaring the living daylights out of us and, if his facts are correct to build the biggest oil constitution the world has ever known, that would make the world the stuff of apocalypse Sci-Fi's. He also thinks that the government has secretly imposed a secret tax on products, making them more expensive than in other countries and a slave nation sector around the west midlands, making sure that no development or benefit will occur there. As a result, more people smoke, look street, and are generally less productive. With Michael being born to a posh society and a medium family, he has the best of both worlds and therefore sees this as decay caused by the government.

 

He even has problems at home; he always seems to be at the knife-edge of his mother and older brother. He is always the one they call to do small persistent tasks even when they are available to do them, even when he does do them there is no sympathy for him, just more work. His family also thinks that he destroys things rather than fix them, especially the computer. He is also on the receiving end of any abuse or shouting, which makes him think he is a human punching bag. This continuing barrage of problems has led him to believe that he causes problems and that he is just a reject of life. He tries to tell him his problems but they end up either being dismissed as nonsense or blown out of proportion. He has tried to tell this to the collage but it ends up blown out of proportion making him think that he cannot trust anyone, and that he can't be open to anyone, keeping his true feeling inside and the feelings others want as a mask. His collage work always seems to stress him out; he mostly ends up with 3 or 4 assignments on the go. He blames the government again, for making him think that he is a battery.

 

He is on the verge of breakdown, sometimes thinking that nobody loves him, sometimes thinking that he should kill himself. But he knows he can't do it, he doesn't know what is beyond his life. So he lives out his sad life. The only thing which is keeping him from depression is his dreams, one dream is to overthrown the government and install a authority over the next one, hoping to send a shockwave over the world, giving the world the democracy it needs to defeat the World Empire and expand to the stars. The other dream, is about to become reality…

 

It began when he was walking to the bus after collage, he takes a less used route to the bus stop, along the way he saw 4 youths molesting someone, and he runs over.

 

Michael: Hey, stop that!

 

The youths turn to him; they were just as he thought, 4 thugs thinking they were all macho or something.

 

Thug 1: Or what? Huh?

 

Michael: You know there are better things than assaulting others.

 

Thug 1: Like what?

 

Michael: Like overthrowing the government, you will help the people then by installing something that isn't fuelled on corruption.

 

Thug 2: He's gone…

 

Thug 1: Listen, kid, you move along or I will take your freedom fighting nonsense to last week.

 

He goes up to Michael

 

Thug 1: OK?

 

Michael: Thing is, the police won't help because they are corrupted and its people like you, not stopping this corruption, that gives freedom a bad name.

 

The thug replies by punching him in the face. He responds back, he time trying to deal with bullies psychically at high school (which doesn't work by the way) has built up his defence, creating a series of punches and throws to defend himself. He Punches the thug back and then grabs and pushes him into the others. The thug charges back into him, sending him on to the floor, he stands up and punches back, making sure the thug get the message.

 

Thug 2: Umm mate, I think we should leave. This man's is no pushover.

 

Thug 1: Umm right… umm… stay away you!

 

With that the thugs leave. Michael walks up to the victim. It turns out that the victim is a middle-aged gypsy woman with short brown hair and brown eyes. She wears earrings, a medallion, bracelets and several jewelled rings. She wears a purple gypsy dress. She had a purple bag hung on a fabric strap on her right shoulder. The gypsy was known as Judy fenters.

 

Michael: Are you all right?

 

Judy: I am dear, thank you.

 

Michael: Do you need anything?

 

Judy: No but there is something here that I want you to have.

 

Judy pulls out from her bag a small soft plush doll. It was shaped as a young girl with medium brown hair with a small set of beads, symbolizing a wood earring on her left, it has one blue and one green eye, a nose and has a sweet smile. A white line with a small flower like shape at the middle of her neck, symbolizing a necklace. A white, crossed top covered her black bikini, a yellow obi (pre-tied belt) embroided with hibiscus flowers. Long light ivory to pink sleeves (separated from the actual costume) on her arms. It has a navy blue skirt with pink hibiscus embroidery down to her feet and small-heeled black boots. She shows the doll in front of Michael.

 

Judy: Here you go

 

Michael: Please, there is no need to reward me.

 

Judy: Please take it friend. You need it more than I do.

 

Michael: What would I need with a doll?

 

Judy: It will bring you happiness.

 

Michael: This…happiness…(sighs)…all right, I'll have it.

 

Michael takes the doll and puts it in his bag.

 

Judy: Thank you

 

Michael: I will better be going.

 

Michael leaves the gypsy and heads to the bus. He has no idea what she meant by the doll giving him “happiness”. But he might as well have it; he did try to turn down the reward after all.