All right, I now have a sufficient number of people willing to kill me to continue. I know you're on the verge of hating me, and I would like to thank a few good reviewers for reminding me. I would list them, but I can't remember their names. This is all a little confusing so you'll have to bear with me.
Returned Souls Chapter 4:
A Way
"What? Yunie, what are you trying to tell me?" Silence. "Yunie?" Yuna sighed and looked up at Rikku, tears in her eyes.
"We can get him back, Rikku. We can save him." Rikku's jaw dropped and she stared at her cousin. Chris and Jonathan bounced into the room.
"Mommy. Mommy, we're ready!" they squealed. Tears filled Rikku's emerald eyes as she looked at her sons. Their sons. Her's and Auron's. "Mommy?" Rikku choked back a sob and forced a smile.
"All right, then. Let mommy get dressed and we'll go." She stumbled to her bedroom and dressed numbly, carefully forcing back raging tears. She emerged moments later in a pair of faded jeans and an orange tank top. [A/N: personally, I think it looks pink, but whatever]
"That shirt looks familiar," Yuna said, trying in vain to brighten conversation. Rikku smiled half-heartedly, fiddling a well-worn hole in the shirt's shoulder.
"It's been through a lot," she muttered, brushing her fingers over scorch marks that were stark reminders of the battle with Yunalesca. "Never could figure out why I didn't trash it," but that was a lie. Rikku knew why she kept it, but she had no intention of telling anyone. Just like her sons, it was a constant reminder of every detail of the start of their relationship: the warmth of his embrace, the hum of the summer crickets, the softness of the moonlight…
And, of course, we are moving to a much-loved Rikku flashback!