Eyes on Me~~
Heehee! I don't own Final Fantasy! Thank you, Nef, for stating the obvious.
Anything in * * is thoughts or telepathy.
Rikku was amazed at how utterly boring a party could be. Yunie was off visiting with dignitaries, and the others who had also been part of the Final Pilgrimage were involved in activities of their own. Lulu and Wakka were slowdancing and enjoying it thoroughly, and Kimahri was conversing with some Ronso in the Ronso tongue. Rikku looked around the hall to see if she spotted anyone else she recognized. She thought she saw a shadow of her Uncle Braska in the corner chatting with a shadow of Sir Jecht. Something about that registered as 'missing' to her. Uncle Braska and Sir Jecht... and someone else... who, though? Rikku tried to think about it, but the music kept ruining her train of thought. She decided to go out to the palace gardens to think more about the situation and enjoy the night air.
The red-trenchcoat boy was very confused. Iifa had hardly pointed him in the right direction. All she had done was teleported him into a large area full of domestic plants... There was certainly something familiar about it though. He looked around. This garden appeared to be devoid of inhabitants... no, wait,... there was one other person out on the terrace. She wore a backless scarlet gown, and from the boy's vantage point, she seemed nothing less than an angel, if a sad one. She was staring up at the stars almost as if she was grieving something. As the boy in the scarlet trenchcoat continued to watch the mourning angel, he began to feel... regret... Strange, to regret something having to do with her, he would have to have met her before, and he was quite certain he had never seen her before in his life. At the same time, he felt something binding him to this angel, and before he could stop himself, he was striding purposefully toward her.
Rikku barely heard the sound of footsteps behind her, but there was no need to. She could sense him long before he had stepped forward, however, she waited to face him. There was undoubtably something familiar about him, but she was unable to place it. The enigma stepped forward uncertainly, almost shyly, and waited for her to turn around. After making him wait quite some time, she obliged him. Seeing his face aroused long forgotten memories and emotions within her. No... the Farplane had claimed him... the one who bore that visage, she remembered, had been Sent after the battle with Sin. But who was the bearer of that visage? Rikku was prevented from reaching further into her memories by a bright flash of blue light which nearly caused her to lose consciousness. Surprisingly, the scarlet-clad male wasted no time in breaking her fall and supporting her body as she attempted to fight oblivion.
Once he was certain she could stznd on her own, he released her, and she began her questioning.
"Who are you?" the ruby angel asked. The boy appeared very confused, then as if it required great effort, he answered her.
"When I awakened, I could not remember my name."
"Do you remember anything from before you 'awakened'?"
"...No."
"Nothing?" The boy was beginning to find her persistence annoying.
"Nothing of any relevance."
"Oh. What is it that isn't relevant, then?" Was this girl trying to get on his nerves?
"It is none of your business."
"Oh really. Then what IS my business?" the angel said rather coquettishly.
"Nothing having to do with me."
"Then why did you come over here? Certainly you didn't have to!" Great, now she was upset. Suddenly, they heard voices apprpaching. "Tysh!" the girl hissed. She grabbed him by the arm and led him out of the garden and into a large hall filled with well-dressed people dancing to a light waltz. The girl set his left hand on her right hip, took his right hand in her left and placed her right hand on his left shoulder. The trenchcoat boy refused to lead, so the angel took over. He refused to waltz properly a few times before finally giving in to the girl's persistence.
After the one waltz, the orchestra began to play a slow song, the waltz had been a variation of the new song, and Rikku soon found herself dancing close to her partner, the words to the song flooding her mind as much as the close contact was blissfully dismissing all other thought...
"...My last night here for you/ Same old songs, just once more/ My last night here with you?/ Maybe yes, maybe no./ I kind of liked it your way,/ How you shyly placed your eyes on me/ Did you ever know?/ That I had mine on you..."
Braska stood off to one side of the hall, alone. Jecht had gone with Cid to find Rikku, but it looked like they were looking everywhere but right under their noses, where Rikku was. And she was not alone. She was dancing with a young man clad in scarlet... wearing sunglasses... and wearing a jug attatched to the right side of his coat. Could it be? Braska was certain, but that would mean that Iifa had returned to Spira. Had she? It was characteristic of Iifa. She guarded the Farplane, but from time to time, she allowed emigration from her domain. She had done so for Braska and Jecht, but they were still only shadows. Perhaps with another's aid?... what did it matter? He was here now, and with Rikku.
Braska watched them as they danced slowly, closer and closer. Cid would not be pleased. In his mind, his daughter was nine as opposed to nineteen and a legal adult, and he treated her as such. No doubt he should probably find Cid and keep him out of harm's way until the song was over...
Heehee! I don't own Final Fantasy! Thank you, Nef, for stating the obvious.
Anything in * * is thoughts or telepathy.
Rikku was amazed at how utterly boring a party could be. Yunie was off visiting with dignitaries, and the others who had also been part of the Final Pilgrimage were involved in activities of their own. Lulu and Wakka were slowdancing and enjoying it thoroughly, and Kimahri was conversing with some Ronso in the Ronso tongue. Rikku looked around the hall to see if she spotted anyone else she recognized. She thought she saw a shadow of her Uncle Braska in the corner chatting with a shadow of Sir Jecht. Something about that registered as 'missing' to her. Uncle Braska and Sir Jecht... and someone else... who, though? Rikku tried to think about it, but the music kept ruining her train of thought. She decided to go out to the palace gardens to think more about the situation and enjoy the night air.
The red-trenchcoat boy was very confused. Iifa had hardly pointed him in the right direction. All she had done was teleported him into a large area full of domestic plants... There was certainly something familiar about it though. He looked around. This garden appeared to be devoid of inhabitants... no, wait,... there was one other person out on the terrace. She wore a backless scarlet gown, and from the boy's vantage point, she seemed nothing less than an angel, if a sad one. She was staring up at the stars almost as if she was grieving something. As the boy in the scarlet trenchcoat continued to watch the mourning angel, he began to feel... regret... Strange, to regret something having to do with her, he would have to have met her before, and he was quite certain he had never seen her before in his life. At the same time, he felt something binding him to this angel, and before he could stop himself, he was striding purposefully toward her.
Rikku barely heard the sound of footsteps behind her, but there was no need to. She could sense him long before he had stepped forward, however, she waited to face him. There was undoubtably something familiar about him, but she was unable to place it. The enigma stepped forward uncertainly, almost shyly, and waited for her to turn around. After making him wait quite some time, she obliged him. Seeing his face aroused long forgotten memories and emotions within her. No... the Farplane had claimed him... the one who bore that visage, she remembered, had been Sent after the battle with Sin. But who was the bearer of that visage? Rikku was prevented from reaching further into her memories by a bright flash of blue light which nearly caused her to lose consciousness. Surprisingly, the scarlet-clad male wasted no time in breaking her fall and supporting her body as she attempted to fight oblivion.
Once he was certain she could stznd on her own, he released her, and she began her questioning.
"Who are you?" the ruby angel asked. The boy appeared very confused, then as if it required great effort, he answered her.
"When I awakened, I could not remember my name."
"Do you remember anything from before you 'awakened'?"
"...No."
"Nothing?" The boy was beginning to find her persistence annoying.
"Nothing of any relevance."
"Oh. What is it that isn't relevant, then?" Was this girl trying to get on his nerves?
"It is none of your business."
"Oh really. Then what IS my business?" the angel said rather coquettishly.
"Nothing having to do with me."
"Then why did you come over here? Certainly you didn't have to!" Great, now she was upset. Suddenly, they heard voices apprpaching. "Tysh!" the girl hissed. She grabbed him by the arm and led him out of the garden and into a large hall filled with well-dressed people dancing to a light waltz. The girl set his left hand on her right hip, took his right hand in her left and placed her right hand on his left shoulder. The trenchcoat boy refused to lead, so the angel took over. He refused to waltz properly a few times before finally giving in to the girl's persistence.
After the one waltz, the orchestra began to play a slow song, the waltz had been a variation of the new song, and Rikku soon found herself dancing close to her partner, the words to the song flooding her mind as much as the close contact was blissfully dismissing all other thought...
"...My last night here for you/ Same old songs, just once more/ My last night here with you?/ Maybe yes, maybe no./ I kind of liked it your way,/ How you shyly placed your eyes on me/ Did you ever know?/ That I had mine on you..."
Braska stood off to one side of the hall, alone. Jecht had gone with Cid to find Rikku, but it looked like they were looking everywhere but right under their noses, where Rikku was. And she was not alone. She was dancing with a young man clad in scarlet... wearing sunglasses... and wearing a jug attatched to the right side of his coat. Could it be? Braska was certain, but that would mean that Iifa had returned to Spira. Had she? It was characteristic of Iifa. She guarded the Farplane, but from time to time, she allowed emigration from her domain. She had done so for Braska and Jecht, but they were still only shadows. Perhaps with another's aid?... what did it matter? He was here now, and with Rikku.
Braska watched them as they danced slowly, closer and closer. Cid would not be pleased. In his mind, his daughter was nine as opposed to nineteen and a legal adult, and he treated her as such. No doubt he should probably find Cid and keep him out of harm's way until the song was over...
