Chapter 8! This is a BIG story! Err...
Poisson d'avril! = -@
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Yuna stood at an angle behind Isaaru and his guardians, so as not to be seen. Folding her hands over her skirt, she said in a quiet voice, barely above a whisper, "...Isaaru?"
He whipped around on the log. "Yuna!" His brown eyes twinkled and a genuine smile crossed his face, flashing his white teeth. "How long has it been?!?!"
"I... I believe we met at Djose." She said, smiling and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Big brother, who's that?" Pacce piped.
"Just a friend. Go help Maroda with dinner." He pat the log he was sitting on. "Please, Lady Yuna, sit!" As she timidly sat down next to him, his eyes never left hers. Even when her gaze turned to the crackling fire in front of them, he just couldn't pry away from those... gorgeous eyes. 'So exotic!' He thought. 'Perhaps now would be the time to...'
"You came to me for something?"
"Um..." Yuna faltered. Her hands fumbled with the letter, shaking with nervousness. 'Those soft, delicate contours...' Isaaru barely restrained himself from reaching out and stroking her smooth fingers. She folded the note open. "I was wondering if... if... um..."
"Yes?" Isaaru leaned in towards her, trying to catch her gaze in his.
Yuna shoved the note into his hands. "Didyouwritethis?!?!" she blurted out.
Isaaru's eyes darted over the paper, at times pausing at one word to decipher its scribbled lettering.
'As, gracefuly as the wind, you twirl around,
I cant take my eyes off of you.
Your hair is like Cinamin.
Your eyes are like too little round discs, one green and one blue.
That skirt you wer
You know, the one with the flouers,
It looks so prity on you.
Your lips are like cherrys,
Berning in the hot sun.
I love how you danse.
Those little fly thingies add to your splender.
Your black bra is as black as a cro.
Do you have cros in Spira?
I love you with all my heart (sp?)
I love you Yuna.
This poim is a confeshin,
Of my love from me to you,
Yuna, my belovid.'
When he was finished reading, he let out a hearty laugh and handed it back.
"You think I wrote that?"
"Um..."
"Well, I can understand why somebody would write something like that..." he leaned in even closer to her face. His voice dropped low, so only she could hear. "Yuna..."
Trembling, Yuna took back the letter and momentarily puzzled over it until she realized just what he had said. "Ex-excuse me?!" Looking up, her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed his face only inches from hers. She opened her mouth to protest, but Isaaru put a finger against her lips, silencing her.
"Shhh..." he touched his forehead to hers and placed his hands on her arms, never letting go of her gaze, not for a moment. Yuna shrank back, unsure if she wanted to resist or willingly fall into his warm, comforting embrace.
"Isaaru..." her pleading eyes searched his, looking for something she just couldn't put her finger on.
Isaaru began to slowly wrap his arms around her waist, whispering softly, "Yuna... I..."
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That was a short chapter, yep yep. I just couldn't resist...
Poisson d'avril! = -@
~*~*~*~
Yuna stood at an angle behind Isaaru and his guardians, so as not to be seen. Folding her hands over her skirt, she said in a quiet voice, barely above a whisper, "...Isaaru?"
He whipped around on the log. "Yuna!" His brown eyes twinkled and a genuine smile crossed his face, flashing his white teeth. "How long has it been?!?!"
"I... I believe we met at Djose." She said, smiling and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Big brother, who's that?" Pacce piped.
"Just a friend. Go help Maroda with dinner." He pat the log he was sitting on. "Please, Lady Yuna, sit!" As she timidly sat down next to him, his eyes never left hers. Even when her gaze turned to the crackling fire in front of them, he just couldn't pry away from those... gorgeous eyes. 'So exotic!' He thought. 'Perhaps now would be the time to...'
"You came to me for something?"
"Um..." Yuna faltered. Her hands fumbled with the letter, shaking with nervousness. 'Those soft, delicate contours...' Isaaru barely restrained himself from reaching out and stroking her smooth fingers. She folded the note open. "I was wondering if... if... um..."
"Yes?" Isaaru leaned in towards her, trying to catch her gaze in his.
Yuna shoved the note into his hands. "Didyouwritethis?!?!" she blurted out.
Isaaru's eyes darted over the paper, at times pausing at one word to decipher its scribbled lettering.
'As, gracefuly as the wind, you twirl around,
I cant take my eyes off of you.
Your hair is like Cinamin.
Your eyes are like too little round discs, one green and one blue.
That skirt you wer
You know, the one with the flouers,
It looks so prity on you.
Your lips are like cherrys,
Berning in the hot sun.
I love how you danse.
Those little fly thingies add to your splender.
Your black bra is as black as a cro.
Do you have cros in Spira?
I love you with all my heart (sp?)
I love you Yuna.
This poim is a confeshin,
Of my love from me to you,
Yuna, my belovid.'
When he was finished reading, he let out a hearty laugh and handed it back.
"You think I wrote that?"
"Um..."
"Well, I can understand why somebody would write something like that..." he leaned in even closer to her face. His voice dropped low, so only she could hear. "Yuna..."
Trembling, Yuna took back the letter and momentarily puzzled over it until she realized just what he had said. "Ex-excuse me?!" Looking up, her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed his face only inches from hers. She opened her mouth to protest, but Isaaru put a finger against her lips, silencing her.
"Shhh..." he touched his forehead to hers and placed his hands on her arms, never letting go of her gaze, not for a moment. Yuna shrank back, unsure if she wanted to resist or willingly fall into his warm, comforting embrace.
"Isaaru..." her pleading eyes searched his, looking for something she just couldn't put her finger on.
Isaaru began to slowly wrap his arms around her waist, whispering softly, "Yuna... I..."
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That was a short chapter, yep yep. I just couldn't resist...