A/N, I do not own Final fantasy.
"So you're with her not with me."
Rikku's fingers drummed against the side of the hover. She smiled, her braids whipping around her tanned face.
"I hope she's and so pretty,
I heard she cooks delightfully."
Home could be seen on the horizon. Rikku whooped.
"Finally," she thought, "It's finished."
The construction of home started a little of a year ago. With so many people willing to help progress was quick. Rikku had tried to help as much as she could to help but sphere hunting was starting to get addictive.
She needed a break.
So she took up her father's offer of moving in to the house he had made for her. He had said that it was the best the Al Bhed could offer. She hoped that it was as farawayas possible from Gippal.
With her luck he would probably be her roommate.
They reached home sooner than she expected. Within minutes they were among the towering buildings. She looked around in awe, trying to take in everything. The hover didn't stop though; it carried on until they were passing smaller, more inviting buildings.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
As if.
A/N.
I know it's horribly short but the chapters will get a lot longer, promise. Meanwhile, see that button? You should press it and review.
Please?
Song : Don't Think of Me, by Dido