Final Fantasy X2
By StormyTitan
Not a ONESHOT! I own nothing and Enjoy!
I have been plotting this mess for a while have a good time with it.
*Edit 10/22/11: I've decided to go back for craps and giggles to make this thing better grammatically wise. I read it the other day and was disappointed in my poor writing skills. Ah well, fixing now. The story plot don't change and nothing major will be added.
Chapter 1: "Pink to Crimson"
It was insufferable. Why was he so attracted to, of all people, his Boss?
He never made a mistake that deadly before, not even when he was with Yevon. Relationships with superiors set anyone up for heartbreak, especially with this particular superior, but he just couldn't stop himself. Pity, he rather enjoyed living. But it seemed this particular relationship, like all relations he had endured thus far, was going unpleasantly in the love department like always.
Sometimes he wondered if ever an ill fate were to fall upon her love-struck underling on one of his missions for her, would she care? Considering, all she seemed to care about nowadays more than ever was that Meyvn Nooj. Logos doubted she would barely notice his absence.
Despite what his gut told him, something even greater in his chest hoped for some other answer, and if not it were not true it didn't matter anyway.
That damn pesky voice… why did it torment with a large bout of 'what if?' Why not give up a definite answer and leave him the Hell alone?
Even if Logos were to come out and tell Leblanc of his feelings, she couldn't possibly return those feelings. She loved Nooj after all, even had a cutesy nickname for him. Though Nooj himself seemed anything but pleased with this fact and any other fact about Leblanc except her generous supply of useful spheres.
The obvious indifference in Nooj's attitude irked Logos slightly, though he couldn't explain why. Leblanc would follow Nooj blindly, she had proven that with Vegnagun, and even die for him.
She is willing to do anything for her love, as Logos would do anything for her.
It was rather irritating how their love mirrored each other symmetrically.
Logos couldn't understand why Leblanc still loved Nooj, even though he was not interested in her. But, then he would remember himself and how Leblanc loves no one but Nooj, and he would understand... Damnit.
Leblanc's love for Nooj could only be as honest as his love for her couldn't it?
Even before Vegnagun, before the syndicate really got started, Logos tried to erase the blonde woman from his mind. But, as he discovered on a date with an attractive enough goon, no one could make him quite forget the golden brown eyes that drew him into attention.
He even 'accidentally' took a rather lengthy shot of the Former High Summoner's backside, but he couldn't' get completely wound around anyone but the boss. Though the footage was still nice to have around, if the Gullwings didn't find it take it with them for "evidence" or more "blackmail" in later days.
Leblanc… why couldn't he get over her seriously?
When woman who's attention he wished to command for a while ignored him he simply forgot about them in return and moved on. But there was no moving past this blonde.
"Damn," Logos cursed to himself and undid the entanglement of his arms from behind his head. He sat up on top of the Leblanc Syndicate cover of his bed. Drinking in a deep breath of air he ran a thin wiry hand through his short black hair. The inch long clumps fell back into their not so orderly place when he removed his hand.
Usually it was slicked back to fit in the helmet he wore, but he took it off when he discovered that all his contradicting arguments to himself had given him a massive headache. A headache that faded as he came to the conclusion of being content with always and forever being ordered around by Leblanc until something definite happened with her and Nooj. And then, whatever afterward would be another inner argument with himself.
A sharp knock on his bedroom door moved Logos from his spot on the bed to answer it. Leblanc was waiting outside in the hall.
"I need help moving crates, love," Leblanc snapped her fan against her hip in a swift motion, "You know, the ones with the useless spheres in them?"
"Ormi is more built for heavy lifting. Why not have him do it?" Logos leaned against the frame of his door. Against Ormi's bulk, Logos's lanky frame didn't seem to match the term "bigger-built".
"He can't right now. I sent him to Gagazet to get what he was supposed to last time," Leblanc lifted her chin higher, "So are you going to help me or not?"
"The Goons would spell more headache than progress wouldn't they?" Logos crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Which is why I asked you to do it," Leblanc tapped her foot impatiently.
"Yes Boss," Logos nodded and stepped forward and through the door.
Logos leaned his tall lean frame over the edge of a shallow cellar. It was only slightly lower than the basement level. Up to the chest of an average man perhaps. It probably was used to store Guado wine in earlier days, but now was simply used as another junk hideaway for the Leblanc Syndicate.
Swinging his body over the edge, he hung haphazardly upside down in the stuffy air of the cellar.
He used his long arms to roughly more or less place one of the smaller crates onto the stone ground below. Better this way than to actually walk down the old ladder like steps, where his twin revolvers would pinch his hips as the crate pressed against him. Logos tried to avoid discomfort where he could though in most cases it was inevitable.
Logos winced at the sound the crate made when it landed. A splintering crash and several spheres came tumbling out. Including, as Logos noted, some red orange ones. The color reminded him of something:
Whatever happened to those Crimson Reports I had in my room?
Logos remembered the Former High Summoner holding that one cursed sphere the time the Gullwings had snuck into the chateau, but had she ever put it back?
Nervously, he wondered if they had actually watched the sphere before he caught them in his room. Especially the silver haired one. Logos had a good memory and with faces once he saw one he never forgot it, especially a female's pretty face. He wasn't likely to forget a red eyed teen that recorded the Meyvn's group during the less then clean moment in his life either.
She'd probably kill me if she knew that I helped, AND shot at her and her friends personally. Ormi wouldn't get away either considering he recorded the whole messy ordeal. Not to mention my own crappy recording...
Logos swooped back feeling nauseous, "From hanging head-down for so long," he told himself aloud but somehow he knew it was from something else.
The one in the storage room, in the chest, is it there?
Right away he had a feeling that it wasn't anymore. The Gullwings had a knack for finding things they shouldn't.
He slid his body completely over the edge into the cellar. Lifting the orange spheres he confirmed they weren't the Crimson Reports and gently placed them back among the dusty ones.
Useless, they were called. Truly, they were treasures on their own right. From another time of course, but once precious to someone. Not like the Crimson Reports were to him and Ormi, or even the Prateor Baralai, Meyvn Nooj, and the Al Behd Gippal.
The spheres here were deemed worthless when neither Nooj nor the Spiran Historical Society wanted them. If he could feel pity for objects he would in that moment for those spheres. Special little things that waited to be wanted and prized again, but not because it didn't have the right characteristics of another.
Logos was startled by a voice above his head.
"What's taking you so long, love?" Leblanc leaned over the hole in the floor, "Are you done yet?"
Logos straightened himself and looked up to meet his Boss's gaze…
…Instead accidentally meeting her lips.
Logos at his abnormally tall height easily could stand above the ground level of the cellar. His boss was unknowingly crouched over his body so as he looked up, his lips pressed into hers.
Her eyes here wide as she stared back un-blinking. His thin dark eyes grew wider in surprise then hers that she wasn't pulling away in disgust.
Her lips were warm and her breath was gentle as it softly passed over his mouth. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks, his rib cage began to hurt with his heart painfully beating against the side of this torso.
Why isn't she pulling away?
Logos felt the blood thumping in his ears. Deciding to take a chance, he tilted his head and pressed harder into her lips. He opened his mouth waiting for her.
A pain shot across his face. It stung and spread through the heat of his cheeks. His felt like it was burning and his cheeks were pink around the red mark that was left on his skin.
Pink turned to crimson, as he realized the slap was delivered by Leblanc.
Her eyes were clear and burned with embarrassment as her hand hung in mid-air beside her face where the force she put into her arm swung it there.
Regret flooded throughout his body down his arms and into his finger tips coldly. His spine felt numb and he suddenly had the compulsion to hide beneath his arms like he often did as a child when his mother yelled at him for doing something cruel.
The feeling was familiar. Shame.
"Logos," Leblanc was clearly angry, "What were you thinking? My lips are for Nooj and Nooj alone! How could you even think it was alright to-!"
Logos's face slipped into a deeper darkness than his usual scowl at the mention of Nooj's name.
"It was an accident," Logos replied in the same tone as he usually carried.
Though Leblanc highly doubted it she wanted to get out of the conversation, so she dropped it, leaving the discussion as it was.
She haughtily stood and her steps echoed as she left, leaving an awkward silence and a dusty, bruised faced Logos.
The crimson blush left letting the full pain of the slap settle into his face. Wetness formed trails down the dust on his cheeks.
He took a swift lick at it as the trail ran past the corner of his mouth. He tasted salt.
Perhaps the slap made my eyes bleed and burn as well?
But, in the silence, he knew that was wrong.
Hoped you enjoyed it. I usually don't write drama and love ( I actually don't write at all!) but here is my best shot.
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More chapters to come!