Disclaimer: FFX-2 story && characters are not owned by me.
Oki Ayame! Back fresh with a new idea for a story
Bare with me if it's confusing.
Pilot
"I'm not a criminal. And neither is he." I had said. I had felt the eyes staring at me wondering the whole story. They had judged me for everything I had done.
They had wanted to know the whole truth, but the story was so long, it would've taken me several hours to explain.
Only few could understand I would do anything for him. Only a few people can understand that feeling. I look guilty, and most people would have placed me as guilty, but I couldn't let them hurt him.
And I known then that in a few short hours that he was going to die, and there wasn't enough time to explain what was going on.
The thick black clothing had clung to my skin like leaches. My hair danced with streaks of dirt clinging to the back of my neck. I felt disgusting, from the inside to the out, as my friends and family had starred with wondering eyes.
There had been no time for them though.
"Rikku, please just tell us what's going on." My cousin's words plead me to stay. The way Yuna had been crouched over Tidus was painful to see.
I swear I didn't mean to shoot him, but he had got in the way.
I know Yuna was torn between us, and I know she only wants to help. But to me this wasn't some kind of silly mission. This was more important to me then anything had ever been.
Placing that silver weapon in my hand I cocked it and pointing it at them, gripping the smoke bomb in one hand tightly.
"You know I'm not afraid to shoot. If you follow you'll only force me to shoot." The words sounded threatening I know, but I didn't want to hurt anymore people. Nor had I wanted to kill anyone at all.
I just really love him.
Hey. I'm going in a tired mood so if this fanfic ends up being just plain out dumb go ahead and be blunt cause frankly I don't care and I'll probably just keep writing it.
I mean it makes me feel cool.
Love,
Oki