Disclaimer: I'll say this once, because I probably won't remember to do it again. I do not own Final Fantasy X-2, or any of the characters involved.;
A/N: Hey. This is a set up prologue/chapter/thing. Yes, it's kind of (read: really) short. Yes, it will be continued. At least four more chapters, since I already have those written. The rest will be written first person Rikku, past tense. Doing it all in this style would kill me. This is really meant to be more of a framing device, giving a little history to start the story off.
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They've been friends for as long as she can remember, playing in the sand together when they were five and eight, pulling pranks on everyone at seven and ten, learning to dismantle and build machina blindfolded at nine and twelve, pretending they didn't know each other (an utterly useless endeavor, since all of Home watched them grow up together) at thirteen and sixteen, going their separate ways to try and save the world at fifteen and eighteen.
He was there when her mama died, letting her sob and sob and sob, getting his shoulder gunky with snot and tears until she pulled back and swore she'd make machina that would never ever ever malfunction.
She was there when he lost his eye to a fiend in the desert. She held him as he screamed and screamed, blood all over his face and her shirt, and both of their hair was sticky, tacky, clotted with it.
So it was no surprise to anyone that her first time seeing him after Sin, the pilgrimage, everything (blood red coats and obnoxious laughter, clinking belts and hate and forgiveness, and iron will with a soft smile, and silent understanding) she launched herself at him and kissed him SMACK on the lips. But she was too young and wild to settle down and he was too young and wild to care and it only lasted a week.
They were thrown back together when Vegnagun woke up (Blond hair and blue eyes, but the wrong eyes, and it hurt so so much to see Yunie cry for a dream until the dream came back). She was still laughter and lollipops and he was still snarky and smirky flirty and they fell back into their old, time worn rhythm.
And it didn't surprise anyone when she turned up at the front door of Djose Temple and said, a smirk on her face, "I'm hired."
It was even less of a surprise when he smirked back and said, "Alright."