No Love Lost
Disclaimer: I do not own FFX-2 nor the characters or the story line. I just write fanfiction.
~~I always loved him. Since the day we met, I adored him. His looks, his smile, his mysterious ways just drove me crazy. He gave me the will to do something with my life. He was the one who inspired me to become a sphere hunter. I love that man with all my heart, and even though I'm not certain he feels the same way, just seeing his smiling face, that godly smile, makes the fact that he might not feel that way about me obsolete. In fact, I can remember the day we met and the day I decided to be a sphere hunter like it was yesterday…~~
It was during the time of Sin. Many Summoners were training in Kilika and I was to stay here at the temple. An orphan thanks to Sin. Sin claimed my mother and my father and I was all alone. I couldn't really remember where I originally lived. But for now, this was home. Day to day I was sent to help out the Crusaders in training. Healing the wounded and dragging them out of the woods. Those Ochus weren't the easiest monster to train with. I remember what I was like in those days… I was young, beautiful, long blonde hair shimmering in the sun. My chocolate brown eyes gleaming with excitement. I was seventeen, with out a care in the world. I wasn't called "Boss" or had "The Great…" attached to my name back then. I was just plain…
"Leblanc!" A voice called from temple door way, "Stop your daydreaming! You are to walk around the forest today and help out the training crusaders."
"Why must we help the crusaders? Can't they take care of themselves?" I groaned.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that!" the priest shouted to me, "Now get a move on! And be careful!"
As you can see, I wasn't really fond of the crusaders. My father was one, and that is how he was taken by sin. I didn't really forgive him for leaving mother and I alone. But unfortunately this was my job if I wanted to stay at the temple. But one day I would live in Luca or near the Moonflow, they were my favorite places in the world. I loved to watch the shows in Luca, and I saw the Moonflow at night when I was a child. My mother took me everywhere. It was wonderful. One day I would visit those places again, and I would make something of myself!
I quickly slipped into my robes and let my hair down. I quickly prayed in front of the statue of Lord Braska then ran out the temple door. I carefully ran down the temple stairs, one slip and I was done for, so I made sure to be careful. I never really liked the forest in the morning, it was so…. Damp! I hated damp places, when a droplet lands on me, it feels SO uncomfortable. But the smell of the morning dew was worth it I guess.
I walked through the forest, bathing in the warmth of the morning sun. Sighing in satisfaction. I did my rounds, healing wandering travelers and crusaders, help defeat unwanted fiends and had my fun at nagging at them when they were unable to finish a battle on their own. This job wasn't so bad. That is, until you get into trouble…
It was about noon and most of the crusaders at gone back to the base in Kilika Port. I decided I too would retire for this point in the day and began to head back to the temple. Suddenly, I heard the most awful sound! It was a blood curdling screech. An Ochu! I knew I was no match for an Ochu, I had magic, but it wasn't enough to defeat an Ochu on my own. I decided to stay low, and try not to get spotted by the fiend, unfortunately In stead of it finding me, I found it. I had been so busy watching my back, I didn't see that it was right in front of me! It hissed as it took one of its many vines in the air and let it down hard against my stomach forcing me backward. I cried out silently as it knocked the wind out of me. I landed ten feet away from the fiend, slowly struggling to get up. I could hardly breathe. I looked up in fear as the Ochu approached me to finish me off. I was helpless, paralyzed with fear, I was too afraid to chant a spell. The only thing I could do was scream, hoping someone would hear my plea for help. I continued to scream and inch my way backward until I could no longer move any further.
The Ochu raised its vines into the air. I closed my eyes and awaited the impact. But instead of receiving a blow from the Ochu's vines, a loud crack echoed through the air. Just what was that? I opened my eyes to see a tall, muscular man standing in front of me. I felt confused, what exactly was that sound? And where did this man come from? He wasn't a priest, I could tell by his tight red jump suit, heavy boots and wild untamed hair. I stood up to get a better look at what exactly went on, he had his arm out stretched to the Ochu, with a strange machina gun in his hand. That explained the sound I heard. He fired the gun again, causing the Ochu to scream. I winced at the sound. The Ochu continued to screech and hissed as it fell to the ground. I watched as the Ochu disappeared into a million tiny pyreflies. I prayed to Yevon and turned to my savior. I couldn't find any words to say. But I didn't have to, before I could say something, he turned around. He took my breath away.
He was so handsome. He wore a pair of shades that slid down the brim of his nose revealing a pair of irresistable brown eyes. His long brown hair was tied back with some hanging in his face. His finely chiseled body and face was of that of a god. I couldn't help but blush. Held out his hand to me, I gladly took it and he helped me to my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked in his soothing voice.
I opened my mouth to reply, but I noticed something approaching him from behind.
"L-Look out!" I shouted.
He turned around to see a Coyote charge him. Before he could react it tackled him to the ground and began to bite and tear his clothes. He lay there with out any struggle. Why wasn't he fighting back!? I couldn't just stand there and watch him get torn to shreds. I lifted my hands into the air and chanted a few words. I then pointed to the fiend and shouted: "THUNDER!" Clouds formed above thunder crashed. I streak of lighting descended from the heavens and struck the Coyote. The Coyote howled loudly in agony. I watched as it fell to the ground, disappearing into a cloud of pyreflies. Without delay, I rushed to my nameless savior's side. He was unconscious. I could not heal him with magic alone, he needed to be taken somewhere safe. I would have to take him to the temple. I slowly lifted him to his feet, he was awful heavy. I began to drag him when suddenly the strange machina dropped from his fingertips. I looked down at the machina gun. It was Crusader issued machina? He was a crusader? And what would a crusader be doing with machina? I looked at him once over. I didn't know whether to drop him and leave him here or take him to the temple. Machina were against the teachings. But… he did save my life and he was quite handsome. I stood there, staring at him for a long while, wondering what to do with him…
Moments later, I found myself in the temple treating the crusader. I left the gun in the woods, so it would draw any unwanted attention to him. I dipped a wet cloth in a steaming bowl of water. I ringed it out in the bowl and placed it on his head. He began to stir as I the steam slowly risen from the cloth. I drew a breath as his brown eyes opened to meet mine. He seemed surprised at first, then realized his state. He seemed a bit angry, then calmed down and breathed slowly.
"Where… where am I?" He asked weakly.
"You are in Kilika temple, love." I smiled.
"Why aren't I dead?" he asked.
"I healed you." I told him simply.
"Why did you go and do a thing like that?" He asked angrily.
I was taken back by his anger and remember how he did not resist again the Coyote. Why didn't he fight back?
"Because… you saved my life. I was only returning the favor, love." I told him, with a saddened tone, "I was in dept to you."
He seemed surprised by this. He looked away and sat up slowly. He examined the bandages on his body. As he did this silently, I began to feel angry myself. Not a thank you? After I spent this time treating him, he questions why I did it? Why didn't he fight back!?
I grabbed him by the shoulders and shouted, "WHY DIDN'T YOU FIGHT BACK!?"
He stared at me in confusion.
"You could have gotten yourself killed! What is the matter with you, love!? How do you think I would feel, if the person who saved myself died before I could say thank you!? THAT is why I healed you! So I could THANK YOU!!" I shouted at him pounding his chest.
He let out a yelp in pain, as I accidentally hit his injury. I suddenly realized what I had just done and blushed. I pulled away in a panic.
"Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay, love!?" I asked frantically.
"Ugh… yes, I am fine." He breathed.
I sighed in relief and began to clean up.
"I am sorry that I worried you." He spoke up, "Thank you."
I stopped cleaning and looked at him. First he was displease with me, now he was thanking me? He smiled at me. I blushed. That smile. It made me feel giddy and melt inside like an ice cube on a sunny day.
"Well, it is I who should be thanking you, love." I blushed.
"My name is Nooj 'the Death-seeker'. I am a crusader. And you are…?" he asked.
"I am Leblanc. I just 'volunteer' here." I smiled.
"Leblanc, huh? That's a pretty name, it suits you." He smiled as he touched my hand.
I blushed a deeper shade of red. That smiled was so irresistible. I never wanted that moment to end.
I quickly grew very fond of Nooj. After that day I would visit him everyday in Kilika Port. We would talk, I would make him lunches, and I would be so attached to him it was so hard to say goodbye at the end of each day.
Before I knew it, a year had passed. The Summoners had now left their temples and sent out on their pilgrimages to defeat Sin, and I was now a young woman of eighteen. Noojie had been gone for such a long time. He had left Kilika with the other crusaders to join a group called the "Crimson Squad" and during that time take part in "Operation Mi'hen". I wasn't too sure what the Crimson-Whatever was, but I had heard about Operation Mi'hen. At first I wasn't too thrilled about the use of Machina against Sin, but Noojie had convinced me that it was alright. But I was still worried about him. Sin had already taken my family, and I wasn't ready to lose him too.
I always waited patiently for him to return. From dawn till sunset, I waited. I had faith that he would return, even if he was the "Death-seeker" I knew he would return alive. Before I knew it another sun had set and I was still waiting at the docks. As the hours slowly drifted away my eyelid began to grow heavy. All those sleepless nights thinking of him weren't doing my body good. Now and then as I leaned against a wooden post, I began to dowse off. I dreamt of him holding me under the stars in a warm embrace. He would flash me his irresistible smile and I would just cuddle closer to him. I often dreamt of the day he would hold me like that. But to my disappointment, he had not yet held me so.
Suddenly, my light dreaming was interrupted by the sound of heavy boots against the wooden docks. I gently opened my eyes to see a shadowed figure with a cane walking up the dock. My eyes opened wide and I stood up straight.
"Noojie?" His name trembled off my lips.
The figure stepped into the light. His glasses reflected the moonlight and his eyes laid upon me. I could no longer hold it in. I jumped at him and embraced him.
"Noojie!" I squealed as I wrapped my arms around him.
"Leblanc!" he exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing out here?"
"I've been waiting for you. I had half a mind to go out a look for you myself!" I told him as I let go, "You worried me. You've been gone so long and-"
I stopped and look at him.
"Noojie!" I exclaimed, "Your arm and leg! Wha-what happened?"
"Sin." He replied.
I was taken back. I should never have asked. I was about to speak again when he was out of my sight. I turned around to see him walking down the dock into Kilika. I ran after him and walked along side him. I shivered. The night was cold. I looked up at him as they walked. He was looking around at the repairs being made. So much had changed since he left.
"N-Noojie?" I stuttered.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's quite cold…" I said to him.
"It's slightly chilly, yes." He replied.
"…Could I borrow your arm for warmth?" I asked.
"…I…uh…"
Before he could answer I took his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder.
He began to protest, "But that's my mechanical arm, you can't get warm-"
"I can still feel your warmth." I interrupted him and smiled as I cuddled against it, "It doesn't matter if it's not real, I can still feel warmth in it. The emotion is still real."
He's was surprised by this and he fell silent for the rest of our walk. I smiled at him. It was true, I could still feel his comforting warmth radiating through the cold metal. But… something felt different. It wasn't the metal appendages, no, it was something else. Something not on the outside, but on the inside... It felt… lonely, and… hate? Nah, I was probably only imagining it. Once we approached the forest, he broke the long silence between us.
"Leblanc, I must discuss something with you." He spoke up.
"What is it?" I asked.
"…I would like you to help me with something." He told me.
"What's that?"
"Don't ask why, but I need to find these spheres on Spira's past. I don't know why, but I have to."
"Say no more, love, I'll do that!"
"But I-"
"Don't worry Noojie, I'll find you those spheres! Anything for you, love."
"Thank you, Leblanc."
"But, you must promise me two things."
"What's that?"
"You must get me out and away from here. I want to see the world, not be stuck on this Island forever. And…" I blushed with what I said next, "…When Sin is defeated, I want you to sing the Hymn of the Fayth with me."
"Deal."
I smiled from ear to ear. It was not too long after that did the High Summoner Yuna defeat Sin and together we sang the Hymn of the Fayth. And soon after, I became a sphere hunter. I cut my hair, knowing it would only get in the way. Since Yevon disbanded, many groups formed after that. Noojie started one called, the Youth League. He didn't have to ask me twice to join. After a few months of collecting spheres, I sold the ones Noojie found no interest in and earned enough to buy myself a pleasant little chateau in Guadosalam. Soon after buying my chateau I met Logos and Ormi and that began the making of my Syndicate of sphere hunters, all of us fighting for at least one cause that was the same, to find sphere's of Spira's past. I soon developed an overly outgoing attitude. And it was a long time before I got used to being called "boss"… These were my fondest memories…
…Boss…
…Boss…
…She ain't answerin'…
…Maybe something's wrong, we should check on her…
…Yo! Boss wake up!…
…Boss, do wake up!!!…
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Leblanc tossed and turned. She didn't want to wake up. Not from this dream.
"Boss!!!!" to voices chorused.
Leblanc rolled flat on her back and opened her eyes. She gasped to see to faces leaning over her. One was long and thin and the other was chubby and round. She began to feel heat rising in her face. She grabbed a hold of her pillow and smacked them both in the face.
"WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT ENTERING MY ROOM WHILE I'M IN MY NIGHTGOWN!?" she shouted she continued to smack them with the fluffy pillow.
"Uh…Ow! …Not to take pictures? Ow!" Logos asked as he was continuously smacked with the pillow.
"Wrong!" Leblanc shouted.
"Uh… Ouch! Not to enter?" Ormi asked as he got smacked again with the pillow.
"Correct! NOW SCRAM!!!!!!" Leblanc screeched.
Ormi and Logos quickly retreated from the room covering their heads. Leblanc sighed placed the pillow down on her bed. She walked over to her to her make up table and sat down. She stared into the mirror. She grabbed the nearest jar and stood up. She turned around with an angered look on her face.
"LOGOS I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!!!" She shouted as she threw the jar at the tall, thin man peeking into her room.
Logos quickly pulled is head out of the room after the jar hit his head. Leblanc could hear him moan in pain from outside her door. She sighed again and walked over to her closet. She pulled out her favorite magenta dress and walked behind her changing curtain. Once she finished getting dressed and putting on her make up she walked over to the glass case in her room. Inside the glass case was a copper statue of the man she loved. She had slaved over it for years in her spare time. The likeness was spectacular, and yet eerie in a way. She smiled and blew it a kiss. She owed everything to him, he was all she lived for, and nothing else besides making him happy seemed to grasp her attention… if only she noticed…
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GB666: Yes! I'm finally done the Prologue! Now on to the fun stuff! ^.^ Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the next one will be even better! More Reviews!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own FFX-2 nor the characters or the story line. I just write fanfiction.
~~I always loved him. Since the day we met, I adored him. His looks, his smile, his mysterious ways just drove me crazy. He gave me the will to do something with my life. He was the one who inspired me to become a sphere hunter. I love that man with all my heart, and even though I'm not certain he feels the same way, just seeing his smiling face, that godly smile, makes the fact that he might not feel that way about me obsolete. In fact, I can remember the day we met and the day I decided to be a sphere hunter like it was yesterday…~~
It was during the time of Sin. Many Summoners were training in Kilika and I was to stay here at the temple. An orphan thanks to Sin. Sin claimed my mother and my father and I was all alone. I couldn't really remember where I originally lived. But for now, this was home. Day to day I was sent to help out the Crusaders in training. Healing the wounded and dragging them out of the woods. Those Ochus weren't the easiest monster to train with. I remember what I was like in those days… I was young, beautiful, long blonde hair shimmering in the sun. My chocolate brown eyes gleaming with excitement. I was seventeen, with out a care in the world. I wasn't called "Boss" or had "The Great…" attached to my name back then. I was just plain…
"Leblanc!" A voice called from temple door way, "Stop your daydreaming! You are to walk around the forest today and help out the training crusaders."
"Why must we help the crusaders? Can't they take care of themselves?" I groaned.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that!" the priest shouted to me, "Now get a move on! And be careful!"
As you can see, I wasn't really fond of the crusaders. My father was one, and that is how he was taken by sin. I didn't really forgive him for leaving mother and I alone. But unfortunately this was my job if I wanted to stay at the temple. But one day I would live in Luca or near the Moonflow, they were my favorite places in the world. I loved to watch the shows in Luca, and I saw the Moonflow at night when I was a child. My mother took me everywhere. It was wonderful. One day I would visit those places again, and I would make something of myself!
I quickly slipped into my robes and let my hair down. I quickly prayed in front of the statue of Lord Braska then ran out the temple door. I carefully ran down the temple stairs, one slip and I was done for, so I made sure to be careful. I never really liked the forest in the morning, it was so…. Damp! I hated damp places, when a droplet lands on me, it feels SO uncomfortable. But the smell of the morning dew was worth it I guess.
I walked through the forest, bathing in the warmth of the morning sun. Sighing in satisfaction. I did my rounds, healing wandering travelers and crusaders, help defeat unwanted fiends and had my fun at nagging at them when they were unable to finish a battle on their own. This job wasn't so bad. That is, until you get into trouble…
It was about noon and most of the crusaders at gone back to the base in Kilika Port. I decided I too would retire for this point in the day and began to head back to the temple. Suddenly, I heard the most awful sound! It was a blood curdling screech. An Ochu! I knew I was no match for an Ochu, I had magic, but it wasn't enough to defeat an Ochu on my own. I decided to stay low, and try not to get spotted by the fiend, unfortunately In stead of it finding me, I found it. I had been so busy watching my back, I didn't see that it was right in front of me! It hissed as it took one of its many vines in the air and let it down hard against my stomach forcing me backward. I cried out silently as it knocked the wind out of me. I landed ten feet away from the fiend, slowly struggling to get up. I could hardly breathe. I looked up in fear as the Ochu approached me to finish me off. I was helpless, paralyzed with fear, I was too afraid to chant a spell. The only thing I could do was scream, hoping someone would hear my plea for help. I continued to scream and inch my way backward until I could no longer move any further.
The Ochu raised its vines into the air. I closed my eyes and awaited the impact. But instead of receiving a blow from the Ochu's vines, a loud crack echoed through the air. Just what was that? I opened my eyes to see a tall, muscular man standing in front of me. I felt confused, what exactly was that sound? And where did this man come from? He wasn't a priest, I could tell by his tight red jump suit, heavy boots and wild untamed hair. I stood up to get a better look at what exactly went on, he had his arm out stretched to the Ochu, with a strange machina gun in his hand. That explained the sound I heard. He fired the gun again, causing the Ochu to scream. I winced at the sound. The Ochu continued to screech and hissed as it fell to the ground. I watched as the Ochu disappeared into a million tiny pyreflies. I prayed to Yevon and turned to my savior. I couldn't find any words to say. But I didn't have to, before I could say something, he turned around. He took my breath away.
He was so handsome. He wore a pair of shades that slid down the brim of his nose revealing a pair of irresistable brown eyes. His long brown hair was tied back with some hanging in his face. His finely chiseled body and face was of that of a god. I couldn't help but blush. Held out his hand to me, I gladly took it and he helped me to my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked in his soothing voice.
I opened my mouth to reply, but I noticed something approaching him from behind.
"L-Look out!" I shouted.
He turned around to see a Coyote charge him. Before he could react it tackled him to the ground and began to bite and tear his clothes. He lay there with out any struggle. Why wasn't he fighting back!? I couldn't just stand there and watch him get torn to shreds. I lifted my hands into the air and chanted a few words. I then pointed to the fiend and shouted: "THUNDER!" Clouds formed above thunder crashed. I streak of lighting descended from the heavens and struck the Coyote. The Coyote howled loudly in agony. I watched as it fell to the ground, disappearing into a cloud of pyreflies. Without delay, I rushed to my nameless savior's side. He was unconscious. I could not heal him with magic alone, he needed to be taken somewhere safe. I would have to take him to the temple. I slowly lifted him to his feet, he was awful heavy. I began to drag him when suddenly the strange machina dropped from his fingertips. I looked down at the machina gun. It was Crusader issued machina? He was a crusader? And what would a crusader be doing with machina? I looked at him once over. I didn't know whether to drop him and leave him here or take him to the temple. Machina were against the teachings. But… he did save my life and he was quite handsome. I stood there, staring at him for a long while, wondering what to do with him…
Moments later, I found myself in the temple treating the crusader. I left the gun in the woods, so it would draw any unwanted attention to him. I dipped a wet cloth in a steaming bowl of water. I ringed it out in the bowl and placed it on his head. He began to stir as I the steam slowly risen from the cloth. I drew a breath as his brown eyes opened to meet mine. He seemed surprised at first, then realized his state. He seemed a bit angry, then calmed down and breathed slowly.
"Where… where am I?" He asked weakly.
"You are in Kilika temple, love." I smiled.
"Why aren't I dead?" he asked.
"I healed you." I told him simply.
"Why did you go and do a thing like that?" He asked angrily.
I was taken back by his anger and remember how he did not resist again the Coyote. Why didn't he fight back?
"Because… you saved my life. I was only returning the favor, love." I told him, with a saddened tone, "I was in dept to you."
He seemed surprised by this. He looked away and sat up slowly. He examined the bandages on his body. As he did this silently, I began to feel angry myself. Not a thank you? After I spent this time treating him, he questions why I did it? Why didn't he fight back!?
I grabbed him by the shoulders and shouted, "WHY DIDN'T YOU FIGHT BACK!?"
He stared at me in confusion.
"You could have gotten yourself killed! What is the matter with you, love!? How do you think I would feel, if the person who saved myself died before I could say thank you!? THAT is why I healed you! So I could THANK YOU!!" I shouted at him pounding his chest.
He let out a yelp in pain, as I accidentally hit his injury. I suddenly realized what I had just done and blushed. I pulled away in a panic.
"Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay, love!?" I asked frantically.
"Ugh… yes, I am fine." He breathed.
I sighed in relief and began to clean up.
"I am sorry that I worried you." He spoke up, "Thank you."
I stopped cleaning and looked at him. First he was displease with me, now he was thanking me? He smiled at me. I blushed. That smile. It made me feel giddy and melt inside like an ice cube on a sunny day.
"Well, it is I who should be thanking you, love." I blushed.
"My name is Nooj 'the Death-seeker'. I am a crusader. And you are…?" he asked.
"I am Leblanc. I just 'volunteer' here." I smiled.
"Leblanc, huh? That's a pretty name, it suits you." He smiled as he touched my hand.
I blushed a deeper shade of red. That smiled was so irresistible. I never wanted that moment to end.
I quickly grew very fond of Nooj. After that day I would visit him everyday in Kilika Port. We would talk, I would make him lunches, and I would be so attached to him it was so hard to say goodbye at the end of each day.
Before I knew it, a year had passed. The Summoners had now left their temples and sent out on their pilgrimages to defeat Sin, and I was now a young woman of eighteen. Noojie had been gone for such a long time. He had left Kilika with the other crusaders to join a group called the "Crimson Squad" and during that time take part in "Operation Mi'hen". I wasn't too sure what the Crimson-Whatever was, but I had heard about Operation Mi'hen. At first I wasn't too thrilled about the use of Machina against Sin, but Noojie had convinced me that it was alright. But I was still worried about him. Sin had already taken my family, and I wasn't ready to lose him too.
I always waited patiently for him to return. From dawn till sunset, I waited. I had faith that he would return, even if he was the "Death-seeker" I knew he would return alive. Before I knew it another sun had set and I was still waiting at the docks. As the hours slowly drifted away my eyelid began to grow heavy. All those sleepless nights thinking of him weren't doing my body good. Now and then as I leaned against a wooden post, I began to dowse off. I dreamt of him holding me under the stars in a warm embrace. He would flash me his irresistible smile and I would just cuddle closer to him. I often dreamt of the day he would hold me like that. But to my disappointment, he had not yet held me so.
Suddenly, my light dreaming was interrupted by the sound of heavy boots against the wooden docks. I gently opened my eyes to see a shadowed figure with a cane walking up the dock. My eyes opened wide and I stood up straight.
"Noojie?" His name trembled off my lips.
The figure stepped into the light. His glasses reflected the moonlight and his eyes laid upon me. I could no longer hold it in. I jumped at him and embraced him.
"Noojie!" I squealed as I wrapped my arms around him.
"Leblanc!" he exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing out here?"
"I've been waiting for you. I had half a mind to go out a look for you myself!" I told him as I let go, "You worried me. You've been gone so long and-"
I stopped and look at him.
"Noojie!" I exclaimed, "Your arm and leg! Wha-what happened?"
"Sin." He replied.
I was taken back. I should never have asked. I was about to speak again when he was out of my sight. I turned around to see him walking down the dock into Kilika. I ran after him and walked along side him. I shivered. The night was cold. I looked up at him as they walked. He was looking around at the repairs being made. So much had changed since he left.
"N-Noojie?" I stuttered.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's quite cold…" I said to him.
"It's slightly chilly, yes." He replied.
"…Could I borrow your arm for warmth?" I asked.
"…I…uh…"
Before he could answer I took his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder.
He began to protest, "But that's my mechanical arm, you can't get warm-"
"I can still feel your warmth." I interrupted him and smiled as I cuddled against it, "It doesn't matter if it's not real, I can still feel warmth in it. The emotion is still real."
He's was surprised by this and he fell silent for the rest of our walk. I smiled at him. It was true, I could still feel his comforting warmth radiating through the cold metal. But… something felt different. It wasn't the metal appendages, no, it was something else. Something not on the outside, but on the inside... It felt… lonely, and… hate? Nah, I was probably only imagining it. Once we approached the forest, he broke the long silence between us.
"Leblanc, I must discuss something with you." He spoke up.
"What is it?" I asked.
"…I would like you to help me with something." He told me.
"What's that?"
"Don't ask why, but I need to find these spheres on Spira's past. I don't know why, but I have to."
"Say no more, love, I'll do that!"
"But I-"
"Don't worry Noojie, I'll find you those spheres! Anything for you, love."
"Thank you, Leblanc."
"But, you must promise me two things."
"What's that?"
"You must get me out and away from here. I want to see the world, not be stuck on this Island forever. And…" I blushed with what I said next, "…When Sin is defeated, I want you to sing the Hymn of the Fayth with me."
"Deal."
I smiled from ear to ear. It was not too long after that did the High Summoner Yuna defeat Sin and together we sang the Hymn of the Fayth. And soon after, I became a sphere hunter. I cut my hair, knowing it would only get in the way. Since Yevon disbanded, many groups formed after that. Noojie started one called, the Youth League. He didn't have to ask me twice to join. After a few months of collecting spheres, I sold the ones Noojie found no interest in and earned enough to buy myself a pleasant little chateau in Guadosalam. Soon after buying my chateau I met Logos and Ormi and that began the making of my Syndicate of sphere hunters, all of us fighting for at least one cause that was the same, to find sphere's of Spira's past. I soon developed an overly outgoing attitude. And it was a long time before I got used to being called "boss"… These were my fondest memories…
…Boss…
…Boss…
…She ain't answerin'…
…Maybe something's wrong, we should check on her…
…Yo! Boss wake up!…
…Boss, do wake up!!!…
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Leblanc tossed and turned. She didn't want to wake up. Not from this dream.
"Boss!!!!" to voices chorused.
Leblanc rolled flat on her back and opened her eyes. She gasped to see to faces leaning over her. One was long and thin and the other was chubby and round. She began to feel heat rising in her face. She grabbed a hold of her pillow and smacked them both in the face.
"WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT ENTERING MY ROOM WHILE I'M IN MY NIGHTGOWN!?" she shouted she continued to smack them with the fluffy pillow.
"Uh…Ow! …Not to take pictures? Ow!" Logos asked as he was continuously smacked with the pillow.
"Wrong!" Leblanc shouted.
"Uh… Ouch! Not to enter?" Ormi asked as he got smacked again with the pillow.
"Correct! NOW SCRAM!!!!!!" Leblanc screeched.
Ormi and Logos quickly retreated from the room covering their heads. Leblanc sighed placed the pillow down on her bed. She walked over to her to her make up table and sat down. She stared into the mirror. She grabbed the nearest jar and stood up. She turned around with an angered look on her face.
"LOGOS I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!!!" She shouted as she threw the jar at the tall, thin man peeking into her room.
Logos quickly pulled is head out of the room after the jar hit his head. Leblanc could hear him moan in pain from outside her door. She sighed again and walked over to her closet. She pulled out her favorite magenta dress and walked behind her changing curtain. Once she finished getting dressed and putting on her make up she walked over to the glass case in her room. Inside the glass case was a copper statue of the man she loved. She had slaved over it for years in her spare time. The likeness was spectacular, and yet eerie in a way. She smiled and blew it a kiss. She owed everything to him, he was all she lived for, and nothing else besides making him happy seemed to grasp her attention… if only she noticed…
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GB666: Yes! I'm finally done the Prologue! Now on to the fun stuff! ^.^ Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and the next one will be even better! More Reviews!!!!