SUMMARY: Logos watches from afar. Oneshot.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters in this story. No profit is being made from this fic.
FINAL FANTASY X-2
Spying
Logos had never really liked spying. It was useful, to be sure, but it had always reminded him of his debt to Yevon, his years of bloody servitude. Now that Yevon was gone, he found that he still could not escape the touch they had made on his life. He was a phantom, trained to disappear into the shadows, to kill without making a sound, and to die for his masters without a second thought. Except for the dying, he was very good at it. But he hated it. And what he hated more than his training was using it on a dear friend. That person being... his boss.
He had almost convinced himself that she didn't need anyone keeping an eye out for her. She was a big girl; she could take care of herself. But it /was/ Luca, after all, and that city could be very rowdy at times. Not to mention, Leblanc was a very beautiful woman. And so concern won out, and soon he discovered that he could not stay away.
From a high window he watched them, undetected. They sat outside a cafe, talking, laughing, and drinking. She really loved that man... Nooj. But for Yevon's sake, Logos could never understand why. Sure, he was muscular. Some might even call him handsome. But he was the Deathseeker, cold as ice! If only his body would catch up to the rest of him. What could he possibly offer her besides the fear of one of his suicide attempts actually succeeding?
Much more, apparently, because Logos knew he was only kidding himself. At one time, that statement might've actually been true. But it has been six months since the Vegnagun Incident, and Nooj has changed. He has actually begun responding to Leblanc's advances and even started returning the favors with a few more of his own. It was as if he had found a new reason for living, and of course, Leblanc ate it all up.
He was losing her. It was like watching his own heart being torn out of his chest and crushed to a million pieces. She would never notice him now. Never know how he felt about her. Never hear all the things he wanted to say. So when the pair had finished their dinner--amid a lot of talking and laughing--and Nooj had pulled out a tiny box from his jacket pocket, Logos was already out of the building and beginning the long trek home.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I have always been a fan of his pairing. There just aren't enough of these fics floating around, so this is my contribution to Logos/Leblanc fandom! I hope you enjoyed it.