Fan Fiction ❯ Sea Salts to Heal ❯ Wisdom ( Chapter 3 )

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"Sea Salts to Heal."

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. They belong to Square Soft and Disney and the like. I DO own a very large stash of Plushies...but we won't get into that.

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Indeed, it was the Keyblade Master who had voiced his cheeky opinions. Blue eyes, glazed over and half lidded, grinned as much as they could. Sora's brown hair was plastered to his dark skin, damp with sweat, making him look as if he had just emerged from a long fever.
Anyone who had known Sora as long as Aerith had would have noticed the noticeable and foreign droop to his lips, the darkening under his eyes. He seemed that much older, that much more mature. She didn't like it.
"I would jump at the chance to express my undying feelings of joy," He said softly. "But unfortunately my body can't seem to move. The love will just have to wait."
His voice was deep, deeper than it had been when she had last seen him two years ago. Hoarse, quiet and soft; hinted with the tiniest of accents she couldn't recognize. His boyish features were no longer boyish. What had happened in the short time of two years to change him so much?

"You've changed." She commented, moving to his side, her voice conversational.

He laughed. "I guess so." He winced as her cool hands touched his forehead. "Can the questions wait?"

"Of course."

She smiled warmly, reaching for the small bucket filled with cool water. The sixteen year old closed his eyes as she drifted the cloth of his face, cleaning off the sweat and calming his temperature severely. It wasn't long before he had drifted once again into sleep.

"But–."

"Cloud!"

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It was at least a day before Sora could open his eyes and keep them open for long periods of time. Yuffie, upon hearing that her old friend was awake, had nearly destroyed the door in an attempt to get through it before the young islander fell asleep again. That was the first time since he had appeared in Traverse Town that any of them had heard him laugh, arms clutching weakly at the eccentric Ninja as she nearly chocked him with hers. His strength was slowly returning, but his spark wasn't. Something that worried them greatly.
However, spark or not, Sora's presence seemed to squelch the darkness Cloud has sensed only a few days ago. And it wasn't long before the others began to awake too. Riku was the first, aware of his surroundings only enough to return Sora's embrace, although they weren't even sure if he knew it was Sora who was hugging him. The next was the girl, perhaps a little more awake then the rest had been, protesting as Aerith had moved to turn the light off. Last was the oldest, eyes so bright they hurt to look at. The young man met each of their eyes only once, before turning to stare out the window. He hadn't moved since.

"He doesn't talk much." The girl said sadly, placing her weak hand on his shoulder.

Yuffie grinned. "Doesn't talk?"

She turned to Squall. "You two should go out and have a nice conversation over tea and biscuits."

"Yuffie." Cloud said warningly, although he smiled despite his scolding tone.

Needless to say....they were the strangest group Traverse Town had ever seen.

And that was saying something.
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Aerith calmly replaced the bandage on Sora's arm. The young boy smiled at her reassuringly, as if he sensed her worried thoughts.

Tynan, the young girl, was hanging off the side of the bed with her shoulders on the floor, amusedly making faces at Cloud to see what he would do. Yuffie had taken a liking to her immediately. Cloud, it seemed, could not save himself from the sparkle in the girl's eye and began to make faces back at her. Riku sat on her legs, working on tearing the rips off the edges of his shoes. Shuyin sat on the window sill, looking out at the streets below. As if searching the faces of the people for someone.
They all seemed to calm and happy, as if they had lived with them in Traverse ever since the adventure had begun, and not trapped in the suffocating world of Darkness or willing themselves to live. It confused her.
And yet, each of them carried with them a sense of sadness. As if deep down they were really older than they appeared. Too wise for their ages. That they knew something most people couldn't hope to learn, and if they were so lucky, it wasn't until they were very old. It was the feeling she had first had (well...one of the feelings) when she had first seen Cloud. And then Squall. And later, Yuffie. But she still didn't understand it.

"Ugh, Aerith." Sora's voice snapped her from her thoughts. "That bandage might be a little too tight. I can't feel my fingers."

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Sora brushed his hands against the furnished walls as he past. It had been so long ago that he'd first stepped foot in the hotel, looking for some clue as to where he was, looking for his two best friends. He remembered the fear he'd felt, mixed with the excitement of experiencing something new. It was really weird, actually. Now, so many years later, he walked down the same hall; fearless and sick of new experiences. After all he had done...was it so much to ask for him to go home?

'No,' He thought, taking his hand from the wall. 'I can't think like that.'

The Keyblade was his burden now, along with the responsibilities that came with it. And as much as he told himself that it was really Riku's burden, that he hadn't asked for the Keyblade, he still knew deep inside that he'd been chosen for a reason.

"It's my damn tendency to help people." He muttered, kicking the carpet. "I'm just very much too nice."

'Besides," He thought. 'I wished I could be selfish for once. Wasn't saving Riku and the others a selfish use of my abilities?'

But that only added to his list of burdens; because there were still hundreds of children in there waiting to be freed. He was a tool.

Shaking his head at his own thoughts, he turned the last corner of the twisty hallways of the hotel. Placing a dark hand on his bedroom door, he pushed it open. He set down his things immediately on the bed, following soon after with an obnoxious grunt and a sigh. The mattress supported his back wonderfully, something he had missed a lot. Well...that and food.
Shifting his neck against the pillow and placing a hand to his now grumbling stomach, he caught sight of the figure standing by the window. Riku's hair was shorter than he remembered, but either than that it didn't appear his best friend had changed at all. He was still confident, still tough. Still the person Sora had always looked up to. And yet their conversation had been reduce to a nil. Something they needed to talk about desperately, but couldn't find the courage. Riku blaming himself; Sora confused. How could he not hate Riku after all he had done? It was a question that haunted them both.
Riku tilted his neck to the side, as if stretching it. And the room still rang with silence.

"Sora." He said softly, still staring out the window.

"Yeah?" Sora answered, shifting his weight on the bed.

"You..." He turned his head, green eyes flashing at his best friend and former nemesis.

"I..." Sora blinked in confusion, startled by the other boy's intense stare. Riku shook his head.

"Am annoyingly handsome?" He provided, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

His best friend snorted.

"Devilishly charming?"

"I was going to say you're still as stupid as I remembered." Riku informed him.

"Oh," Sora frowned. He wasn't quite sure he approved of that. "Well, thanks."

"Any time."
Their eyes met. Sora's pout quickly vanished from his face. Riku's teasing grin faded. The same question hung in the air. How could they be acting normal? As usual, Riku was the first to break eye contact, turning back to the window.

"Sora." He murmured, filled with a sudden need to speak. "Don't expect me to apologize."

There was a silence from the bed.
"Don't expect me to forgive you." Was the answer, spoken softly and a little fearfully.

Riku tilted his head back. The way he used to when he stood in the water, staring thoughtfully out at the horizon. Sora felt a sadness there; a yearning that he couldn't understand. How could someone so strong feel so empty? He hadn't understood that at all on Destiny Islands; understood it even less now, despite what he had been through.

"Riku." He swung his legs over the bed, hungry stomach forgotten. "I'm not mad."

That head tilted forward, as if in sadness or shame. Sora stood, moving to his best friend's side. He pinched his arm, the way that Riku had taught him when they were little, the way that really hurt. Riku yelped in surprise, gripping Sora's arm and twisting it in punishment. The younger boy gave him a sheepish grin.

"I'm not." He insisted. "I should be and you would deserve it. But I'm not."

"I almost killed you." Riku whispered. "I almost killed Kairi. The two most important things to me..."

"You didn't know what you were doing." Sora insisted, desperate. "Ansem...he..."

"I knew what I was doing." Riku interrupted. "In the beginning, I knew what I was getting in to."

Sora, in a move which surprised even Riku, snapped his wrist out of Riku's hold before the older boy even realized what he was doing. Sora was that much more different. He looked the same, he seemed the same. But he wasn't the little kid that needed protecting anymore. Riku bit his lip. If Sora didn't need his protection...what if Kairi didn't either? He'd always taken care of them...but what if they didn't need it anymore? What would be his purpose?

"I know you." Sora said sternly, snapping him out of his daze. "Riku...you've always done what you thought was best. That determination that annoyed the hell out of Kairi and I sometimes. You were caught in a world where that ambition couldn't be released. Kari and me, we didn't need more than what the Island gave us...but you did. You were made for better things." He took hold of the Keyblade hanging by his pocket. "Like the Keyblade. Your determination, your initiative, your need to protect others. That's why you were chosen. Because you're like the Keyblade. But despite all those qualities that made you special...you had one that sometimes didn't work so well. You were so impatient...I don't know if you remember. And when Ansem offered you the chance to leave, to achieve what you'd always wanted...you weren't afraid. You were never afraid."

Riku stared, the words reaching his heart in a way that he hadn't felt in years. In all the time he had known Sora, he had never experienced the younger boy to speak his deep thoughts out loud. He had known that he'd had them. But it was always himself that had spoken his thoughts. Never Sora. Sora loved to keep things simple. The Keyblade...the journey...the burden that should have been his...had given his Sora a new way of looking at things. Silly and Stupid, which were the two things Sora loved to be, were no longer a permanent mood in the young Blade Master's eyes. They were still there, somewhere. But now...Sora could be serious at will. He had the urge to hug the stupid kid around the neck and pinch his cheeks, with joyous shouts of

"Oh my Sora is all grown up!"

He resisted that urge with painful dignity.

"Come on, Riku." Sora wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "If I can forgive you...why can't you forgive yourself?"

"Because you've always been too forgiving." He responded, leaning against his best friend's side. "I'm such an idiot."

"You are an idiot." Sora agreed. "You've always been an idiot. Why should that change now?"

Riku sighed.

"Riku." Sora's voice was serious again. "Do you want me to hate you?"

"No!" Riku whirled on him. "No! I..."

Sora shook his head and stepped back, punching his shoulder playfully.

"Then stop being stupid," He pointed out the window. "And go talk with the pretty lady you've been staring at for the past half hour."

"I wasn't staring!" Riku protested, giving him a shove. "I was watching. There's a difference....and hey! I wasn't looking at her."

"Yuh-huh." Was his witty reply. "Just like I didn't want to try that popau fruit."

Riku grinned. Turning the table time. "So you did have a crush on Kairi."

He flushed. "How smart of you to notice!" He looked away.

Riku's grin faded regretfully. The spark in his eye had died again.

"We'll see her again, Sora. We will."

Blue eyes turned to him. Looking up to him, needing protection. "You...really think so?"

He nodded. "I really do."

Sora sniffed, pushing his feelings aside. As usual.

"Now stop embarrassing me and go talk to her."

Riku smiled. "I wasn't watching her like that, if that's what you mean. It's just...."

"I get it. You have a bond with her."

Riku stared at him. "What?"

"You'll understand eventually. Don't worry about it. I had one too."

Riku moved towards the door, shaking his head. "You make no sense."

"Of course I don't. Have I ever?"

Riku stopped in the doorway, blinking and grinning in astonishment.

"You're right." He replied. "And so was I. You're still as stupid as I remember!"

"Riku!"

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Tynan stood carefully on the white carved stone beneath her feet. The distance between the ledge on which she stood and the closest crate was a great one, and she gripped the strong railing that poked into her back. She wouldn't let her fear of falling ruin this. She'd waited too long.
The wind pushed her bicoloured hair from its ponytail, pushing it in flanks in front of her indigo eyes. Her body was small, but built well against the wind that so forcefully tried to push her over the edge and into the dark street below. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring gloomily into the shadows that were cast on the alleyway behind the hotel. She never wanted to go into the shadows again. Instead, she tilted her head to look up at the specs of light in the sky. A slow, unused smile spread across her face. The worlds. So pretty from far away, but so dangerous if you got too close. Like fire.
The wind pierced her skin and made her eyes water. But she didn't care. How long had she been able to sit like this? Smile? Breath? Many years in the darkness. Another month trapped inside the Hotel. Her lungs were moving faster than she could breath. And it felt good.
Her shirt had been ripped of the sleeves in Aerith's hurry to get to the wounds that hid underneath them and her pants were so thin and worn that they didn't do much to keep in the warmth either. And despite the fact that she had been cold in the darkness for almost seven years of her life, she shivered. She decided she didn't like the cold all that much. But she'd put up with it for now. Just so she could stay like this.

Eventually, she stood; tip toeing forward and peeking over the edge to see if she could catch sight of the bustle of people below. The wind gave a particularly violent howl, and she squeaked, raising her sore arms to balance herself out before she fell.

"Watch it there." Said an amused voice from behind her. "It'd be stupid if you fell now."

She blinked, backing away from the ledge and turning around. Riku stood, leaning against the wall. And despite his tone, he wasn't smiling. She sighed.

"Stupid." She agreed, clambering back over the rail. "But typical of me."

"Perhaps," He turned to go back inside. "It would be better if you stayed inside, then."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if studying him. His hair fell to the nape of his neck, catching the moonlight and shining on contrast to his dark clothing. The moon made his dark skin seem even more mysterious, adding to his beauty, adding to the puzzle around him that she just couldn't figure out. She could remember times when she'd felt like letting go, and then felt his solid arms wrapping around her shoulders and shaking her. She could remember watching him slip into the darkness, snapping him out of it, and holding him as the last of his tremors and tears died away. He was a pillar, someone she could count on, someone who counted on her.
But now that they were out and free...it was different. They were in the light...it was real. She could see him and hear him and watch him. And despite that pillar of strength they shared...she didn't know him. It was like he was a complete stranger she had deep feelings of friendship for that were unexplained. Sometimes he'd be completely relaxed and playful, like he was with Sora. Then... he'd suddenly become this cold and protective person. But it wasn't the right kind of protection.

"Riku." She said, and he stopped. "Maybe I wanted to come out here."

His light eyes met hers. "Right. Maybe you'd fall off the edge and fly?"

She nodded. "Maybe. Don't you know how?"

He turned around, facing her with a look of incredulousness that made her a little smug.

"I guess not." She looked up at the stars again. "Maybe one day I'll teach you."

She expected an arrogant comment. She expected him to snort or push her away like he usually did. As if he had no time for her stupid ideas. As if she didn't know anything about being hurt or facing the darkness. As if he was more experienced.
But he was silent for a moment and she felt his piercing eyes at the back of her neck. The air was thick with tension, as it always was. And for a moment, Ty thought she could actually reach out and touch the barrier that fitted between them. Then:

"I'd like that."

Surprised and more than a little shocked, she whirled around.

But he was already gone.
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"I'm through waiting...I'll fix it."

"You must stop! That's enough.."

"I can't explain this..."

"I'm scared."

"I won't let them do this to you. I won't!"

"Save your tears. I'll be back."

"Well, maybe if you didn't make a fool of yourself all the time..."

"You know...you're the only way I can save Lenne.."

"Lenne..."

"You must stop! That's enough..."

"Lenne...I'm so sorry..."

"Shuyin..."

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"Shuyin!"

He woke up with a start. He tilted his head to the side, and saw blue eyes looking down at him in fear and worry. He knew those eyes. But they weren't Lenne's. He wiped the lingering tears from his face, gently but forcefully pushing away the girl that hovered over him.

"Should I go get Aerith?" Tynan whispered worriedly, getting up from the bed.

"No." He replied, lifting his hands and rubbing his temples.

"But you were yelling...and crying.."

"It was just a dream, Ty." He said sternly, glancing at her and then away. "Just a dream.."

The girl still looked uncertain, but she settled down on the bed anyway, watching him closely.

He'd protested against having anyone room with him at all. But since it didn't seem entirely appropriate for her and one of the two boys her age to bunk together, and she was the only one he would react to anyway, Shuyin had been forced to oblige. Tynan knew about his past. And he knew she wouldn't let it go. Stubborn that she was.

"Lenne again?" she asked innocently.

"It doesn't matter." He turned his back to her, pulling the blue covers off the edge of the mattress and pulling them over himself. He felt the mattress shift ever so slightly as the girl settled back down, resting her head on the pillows and staring into his back.

"It matters." She said quietly. "It matters a whole lot."

"I said it doesn't matter Tynan!" He swung his legs over the bed, moving towards the door.

"W-where are you going?" She asked, surprised at his sudden anger.

"Out." And despite the heavy rain that fell from the sky, and his young roommates' protest, he made his way slowly down the hall.

And the tears began to fall again.

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"You are so completely unbalanced!"

Squall Leonhart pushed the hair forcefully from his face, water spraying everywhere as he did so. The rain continued to pound down from the heavens ;soaking him to the bone, flooding the streets, and leaving him with a thoroughly pissed Great-Ninja-Yuffie.

"Hey," He replied, cracking his knuckles. "You wanted to train. We trained."

"I never said training in a flood!" She growled. "Never ever!"

He rolled his eyes, imitating her whine "Didja expect me to go easy on you?"

She glared at him. "This isn't non-easy, Squall Leonhart! This is cruel."

"It is cruel." He agreed. "I'm a cruel person."

A splash of muddy water hit him dead in the face. He spluttered and coughed, wiping his mouth clear of the dirty liquid and glaring at the giggling teenager that stood before him. She stood, looking quaintly innocent with her big eyes. However, common sense and experience kept Squall Leonhart from being fooled. She was also, quite conveniently, standing beside a rather large puddle. She wanted to play that way, did she?

Growling, he pulled off his shirt, wiping it around into a tight rope. (A/N: My friends..picture this. Squall, shirtless, soaking wet and standing in the rain. hands everyone a bucket and a mop to wipe up the drool) His whipped the towel down and across the water, sending a disk-shaped splash on to the laughing ninja. She stopped laughing immediately.

"Oh ho ho." She said dangerously. "This is war!"

"Isn't it always?" He replied, giving her another splash.

And so it began. Yuffie quickly lost track of who she was, where they were, who was winning. All she knew was that she had to splash for her life and that Leon was allowing some sort of human interaction that wasn't sparring. Squall was swept up with her laugh, her yells, and the water. The fact that he was actually having fun. Yuffie was dancing around, splashing him with all the strength her little body held. And when all instinct told him to think she looked like a drowned rat, he could only see the happy sparkle in her eyes that suddenly wasn't annoying him. That she was happy, that he had made her happy. That she had made him happy.
Swiftly, silently and calmly; the way he did everything; he slid down and scooped Yuffie's legs from under her, effectively tossing her to the ground. The water splashed around her, pouring over her body. She looked up at his face, so close to hers, and laughed. Just laughed. The rain was speckling on her face, and suddenly, Squall forgot everything he had told himself just weeks before. Leaning down, he kissed her nose. She stared at him in shock, a small, wrinkled hand reaching out to run her fingers over the small chain of his necklace. Rolling to the side, letting the rain pour over him as well, he let the rain speckle over his face too.
The lights flickered, Traverse Town's universal sign of danger

"There's lightning in the air, folks! Any crazy people left in the streets, please report to the closest abandoned shack or Accessory Shop!"

Yuffie stood, brushing the water from her shorts. "Leave it to Cid to advertise during a danger announcement." She snorted.

Squall stood. "We can go in now." He muttered, swiping his hair again, keeping his eyes anywhere but her.

However, he could feel her eyes on him, questioning. Yuffie was a bundle of everything he had worked so hard to stay away from; something he couldn't seem to control. He hated not being able to control his own life. But did he hate Yuffie?
When he glanced at her, she saw the confusion in his face. So the kiss hadn't been her imagination, not if her nerves had anything to do with it. But despite her yearning to ask questions, he looked so completely and unusually lost, she decided she'd let him off the hook. Just this once. There was always time to bother him about it later. Instead, she did what she did best.

She changed the subject.


"Aha!" She stood, water running down her face and body as if she were a waterfall. "The Yuffie wins once again!"

He blinked, eyes traveling worriedly to the sky as he saw a flash of lightning.

"Yuffie.."

But the young ninja was ignoring him.
"I've got the power!" She yelled into the sky. "I've got the power! Buah eheheh.."

"Yuffie.." He repeated, and then realized the rain was so strong that she couldn't hear him. The water was already beginning to raise to their knees, preventing anyone from moving easily. Why weren't the drains doing their job?

A streak of lightning lit up the sky, flashing so brightly it lit up the entire district. Yuffie gasped, stumbling backwards and tripping into the water. Squall moved without thinking, trudging through the waist-deep water, picking her up forcefully by the shoulders. He pulled her closely against his chest, weaving his arms around her small frame and staring defiantly at the storm above them. It forked.

"Watera." He whispered, directing the spell towards the string of electricity.

It wouldn't work for long.

He pulled Yuffie be the wrist, dragging her behind him as he fought his way against the current. More water was pouring out of the walls and he knew it wouldn't be long before they couldn't get out at all. He could hear Yuffie's breath coming short behind him, recalling that she had a harder time breathing when she was frightened. If anything, this gave him more strength.

"Can we make it to the Hotel?" She wheezed, fighting to keep up with him.

"What do you think?" He yelled back, squinting his eyes for a place to take refuge.

"If we die," She yelled. "That will have been the last thing you ever said to me!"

"No ones going to die." He growled, pulling her forward as he caught sight of a doorway.

He slammed himself into the doorway, kicking it open forcefully and pushing the young girl in before him. He followed soon after, and he felt Yuffie beside him as they pushed the door closed against the rush of water that threatened to fight its way in. When it slammed shut, they slumped to the floor in a heap.
Yuffie's tiny body was turned into his chest, breath coming in short puffs against his wet neck. He tucked her head under his chin, closing his eyes as he fought to regain his breath. Their legs were tangled and they were soaking wet. But their combined body warmth proved to be enough for the time being. Not that either of them would admit it.

Once they had calmed down, Yuffie shifted around to look at their surroundings. The small hut was completely empty, made of the solid ground that looked like dirt but really wasn't. The walls were white and dusty, but they were crack-free, despite the room's old look. Squall sighed.

"Well," Yuffie said cheerfully. "At least there's no crooked old men trying to sell us accessories."

Squall blinked at her, raising his eyebrow.

"What?" She blinked back, raising the same brow. "You don't think Cid is crooked?"

"He's very crooked." Squall agreed. "But you told me before that I was unbalanced. And since I know you're perfectly deranged, I wondered if Cid might have been a better person to have in here."

Yuffie pinched him. "Har-de-hah, Squall. Very har-de-hah. Put your shirt back on before you die."

He grinned, but did as he was told. "Leon."

She sighed, the kind of sigh one uses when they've given up.

"But Leon is so...blah. Why not add some spice to it? Like Le-on. Or some rave. Like Neon. Or you could always add some melody to is like Leeeee—ooooooooooo--."
He didn't know if it was the happiness she'd filled him with in that brief moment before the storm. He didn't know if it was the way he couldn't get her spontaneous laughter, something he had never understood, out of his head. He didn't know if it was because she looked beautiful, even if she was drenched. He didn't know if it was because he could see the tiny drop of water that rested on the tip of her nose. (He figured later that he'd been trying to stop her horrendous singing.) He grabbed her around the waist, holding her closely to his chest. She squeaked, shocked by the force of his hold.

"Squall?" She whispered, his hair tickling her nose.

He didn't correct her.

"Can...can you just...talk to me?" She asked quietly, meekly.

His eyes felt heavy, his entire body warm and relaxed. Not exactly the correct feeling to have, soaking wet and sitting on a hard floor. He sniffed, adjusting his shoulders to rest against the wall, still holding her to him.

"What..." He paused. "Do...you want to talk about?"

She looked up at him in shock. "Everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

Squall looked down at her with half lidded eyes. He didn't know if he could promise everything.

But he could start with his name.

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Wow. I originally wrote that ending with a much more fluff...at midnight last night. Then, I read it again this morning and realized it's only the third chapter...so I changed it up. But it's still a little fluffy eh?
Note 1: It might take me a little while longer to post now, since I'm at my mums for July and the computer is full of viruses and pop ups. Plus, I also have five siblings who love to use the computer as much as I do.
Note 2: I realize that Shuyin doesn't really have much explanation for his character. (For those who HAVN'T played FFX-2.) But it will come later. Along with The Tidus! I always get mad when people argue over who is better: Shuyin or Tidus. Technically, they're the same person. Only Shuyin is crazy. But I mean...wouldn't you be? I really think Shuyin was exactly like Tidus when he was alive. Heheh. They even have the same voice actor! (That creeped me out. How can the voice of Tidus be so creepy as Shuyin?) Hehe..anyway...besides my obsession...Shuyin will develop as a character and become less...characterless.
Note 3: Tynan is a real experiment for me. Generally, in my stories, my OC's have been pretty bad. I eventually stopped using them. I only have one other OC besides Tynan who is pretty good, so I'm determined not to make them the same character. Feed back about her would be much appreciated!
Note 4: Does the emotion stuff seem pretty heavy? Yeah...but don't worry! As soon as everyone settles down...it's going to get lighter! I promise!
Please Review!! (and you shall get a new plushie and...looks around and a piece of my grandma's birthday cake! I made it myself!)