Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Only a Plank Between One and Perdition ❯ Is there in truth no beauty? ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

Yuna couldn't figure out why he'd done it, or why there was even a trial in the first place.

 

 

Everybody knew who the world famous Jecht Corelli was. It seemed as if he had played blitzball since forever. He played professionally and was also the star player for the Zanarkand Abes from A-East. With his help, A-East Zanarkand finally broke Bevelle's winning streak against them. It had been over forty years at the time since any Zanarkand team bested Bevelle. After his son, Tidus, was born he started to drink. Eventually the drinking became cumbersome. Rumor had it that Jecht had become quite the curmudgeon and that he was abusive towards his only child. Eventually, the celebrity had to enroll in a rehab center.

So imagine everyone's shock when the beloved athlete was found dead in his Bevelle mansion. A memorial service was held for the victim's family, friends, and fans. Almost all of Spira came.

No one really had Tidus pinned as a suspect. He was hardly thought of because he wasn't involved in things typical rich kids would do. He actually worked as a makeup artist for famous photographers and volunteered at some obscure understaffed clinic in his free time. The parents did not make a big deal about their baby boy when he was born like most celebrities did. His pictures weren't sold for millions of dollars. In fact, the public didn't see any sign of the boy until he was declared borderline genius when he was about fourteen years old. When it became obvious that Tidus was not going to follow in his father's footsteps, public interest in the young man's life dwindled. The attention he got from the media was still enough to be annoying, though.

So, to the media's and their viewers' surprise a few days after the memorial service Tidus disappeared into one of the many mysterious uncharted territories in Macalania and issued from any confining enclosure. Basically, he dodged the police. He even went so far as to ask his mother to prepare a large sum of money for bail, “just in case.”

His mother, Johanna Corelli, was well known as well. She was the first Al Bhed-anything to make it big, let alone be a supermodel. Even though she was hardly one-eighth Al Bhed, her renown was still unsuccessfully blocked from the Bevelle populous. She was immediately eliminated as a suspect. At the time of the murder, she was traveling back to the family's mansion in Zanarkand after being a voluntary patient in a psychiatric home for two years.

Tidus could have lived out his life there with the mythical creatures of Macalania had he not turned himself in.

I just hope they don't use that whole “battered child syndrome” excuse again.

Despite her young age Yuna couldn't count on her toes and fingers how many murder cases and the like where the defendant begged for mercy because of mental, emotion, and/or physical abuse. It was enough to make her gag.

While her childhood hadn't been as savory as other's were, she didn't go around chopping people up because she didn't get a hug from mommy or daddy. Her father, Braska Bustamante, was always working, and her mother Rachel died from complications due to lung cancer when Yuna was just three years old. An old friend of her father's, Kimahri Ronso, stayed by her side when he wasn't trying to create peace between Bevellans and Ronso in Gagazet. It was a lonely childhood, but she made up for it in high school and was enjoying it immensely in college.

Yuna examined her face again and decided not to put on any makeup or braid her rattail. She pulled on a white cotton t-shirt that said “Rassav College” and matching striped boxers. Her belly was in the mood for some Glenn & Berry's “Choco Egg” ice cream, but her mind was not. If she wasn't careful, she would turn into a cow herself.

Yuna looked around the apartment-styled dorm room. It was clean, so really the only thing she could do was either watch TV, sleep, study, or read a book. She couldn't call her long time guardian Kimahri. After all, he is a Ronso leader and was sure he was negotiating peace treaties somewhere in his broken Common.

Besides, he probably didn't have a phone anymore. Ever since the CommSpheres were invented by an Al Bhed boy-genius, one Yuna was proud to know before became famous, telephones had become obsolete. The only reason why this college still had phones was because the telephone lines hadn't been taken down yet, and officials weren't so comfortable about putting the expensive devices in the rooms. The things were so compact and convenient that even the most trustworthy people weren't trusted to not steal them.

She wasn't in the mood for hearing her other cousin, Brother, fawn over her or his father's lectures on how proper ladies go to college to find a husband. She did not want to think about the upcoming trial or the fact that she might be signing a person's death certificate, either.

Basically, there was nothing for her to do but sleep and wait for Rikku to show up. And that's what she did until Rikku and Paine came along.

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