My Immortal Emotion
By: Flaming-Dingleberry

Disclaimer: If FFX is mine, why am I wasting time on fanfiction?

FDB- This is basically a bunch of shit that came out of my head one midsummer's eve. Or whenever the hell it happened… This fic was inspired by the Evanescence song 'My Immortal'. Not the original with pure piano, but the full band version with the guitar bit in the middle. I will admit right now; that part always brings tears to my eyes. It's beautiful. Enough of my ranting. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: I'm so tired of being here.

Life sucks. It just sucks. Nothing ever happens; no excitement, no danger, no nothing. Everyday is the same thing: wake, dress, eat, school, eat, more school, walk home, homework, eat, undress, bathe, sleep. Boring with a capital YAWN. I sometimes wish something out of the ordinary would happen. Meteor shower, terrorists, green guy on a flying thingie attacks the city, but the city is saved by Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. Anything. By now, I'm starting to get desperate.

Oh, sorry. I'm telling this whole story and you don't even know my name. It's Jamison Black. Call me Jamie or I will goosh you with the wide end of a ketchup bottle. I'm just your basic average American. Blue eyes, brown hair that looks like it belongs to Chewbacca. Yes, it's that long. Shoulder length, actually. I hate hair cuts. I have some muscle, but not much to speak of. I'm not chubby. I'm a smart ass and I don't take shit from nobody. Yep, just your average New York punk.

Anyways, today has been like all others. I believe Stephen King put it best in his book Dreamcatcher: SSDD, same shit, different day. So fucking true. Picture this: I was late to all of my classes, I had a huge project due tomorrow that I had no hope in hell of getting in on time, tons of homework, and then, the icing on the cake. Apparently, the storm of the century decided to rear its ugly head right as I was walking home. Yeah, life most definitely sucks.

It got worse pretty fast. I had to wait at a crosswalk for what felt like forever and a day, and I didn't have an umbrella. The traffic didn't show any sign of letting up. My mom tried to get me to take an umbrella with me, saying rain was expected. Of course, I didn't take it, noting the clear morning sky. Yes, I am an idiot.

So, standing there, dripping wet hair plastered to my head, I saw this small kid next to me. He had a weird looking purple jacket on with the hood up. Upon closer inspection, I saw that he was wearing shorts and no shoes. But the fact of what he was wearing wasn't the weird part. I didn't see him walk up. He just sort of, appeared. Out of nowhere.

"You're gonna catch your death out here, kid," I told him.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine."

"You sure? It's not exactly a smart thing to be walking in the rain barefoot."

"I'm fine," he told me. "Though, it's good to see that there are some people in this world that have a heart."

"Look, all I said was that it's stupid to be out in the rain not wearing shoes. It doesn't mean I'm gonna adopt you. You homeless?"

"I have a home. Nowhere near here, though."

I couldn't help but feel sorry for the little idiot. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out my old gym shoes and offered them to him. They may have been a bit big (I wore a size 12 and this kid looked like a size 8), but it would be better than nothing.

"No, thank you. Thank you for your concern, though." Was this kid serious? I'm standing here, in the rain, offering him a good, albeit smelly, pair of shoes, and he's just brushing me off as though he wants to get pneumonia. At least he had manners.

"Well?" he said.

"Huh? You say something?" I must have zoned out there for a second.

"I asked you if you wanted to help someone else."

"Uh, sure. I'll do what I can." Like I had anything better to do. "Where are they?"

Smiling, the kid merely said, "You'll know them when you meet them." After that, he walked out into the street.

Does this kid have a death wish? I saw a truck heading right for him, so I rushed out into the street and tried to push him out of the way. My hand passed through him and...wait. Passed through him? Is that possible? I felt the truck barely brush past my ass, but what I failed to notice was the Cadillac that slammed into my leg.

One instant, blinding pain flooded my body as I rolled over the Cadillac and flopped onto the pavement. My head rolled to the side, and among the concerned people slowly surrounding me, I saw the kid. He was just standing there, smiling. That little bastard.

"Remember. You'll know them when you see them." That's all he said before I blacked out.

(II)

I awoke to find myself floating in some kind of black abyss. 'Is this what the afterlife looks like? It better not be, because I am so gonna kick that little bastard's ass!' I tried turning around and found that I could. Then, that stupid little kid again. I asked him what the hell happened. He just laughed and faded into nothing. The next thing I felt was being thrown into the abyss.

A clear blue sky met my opening eyes.

FDB- Well, I realize it's short, but it's a first chapter. Review.