A Silly Dream

Hey everyone! OK the usual I don't own Final Fantasy, any of the characters blah blah blah. J. I've written dialogue stories before and wasn't too happy with them so I thought I would try something new. It's a drabble kind of thing.

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I awoke with a start. My heart raced and I was sweating. I had been dreaming. Dreaming of Wakka. He held me, and kissed me, and I smiled. A real smile. A smile that showed all my teeth and lit up my face. A smile I had not smiled for a long time.

I almost snorted out loud. Me and Wakka? We are complete opposites. I am Lulu- the ice queen, the black mage, would cast fire as soon as look at you. Lulu- the heartbroken. Lulu- the pessimist.

He is Wakka- the blitz ball player. Wakka- the optimist and so full of life. Wakka- too clumsy for his frame, too old for his antics, and too naïve for this world. He doesn't understand. "If we atone for our sins..." he would say. Or "this time Sin will be gone for good..." "Maybe some day Chappu will come back..."

Chappu.

How I miss him. So unlike Wakka, and yet so alike. Chappu made me laugh, smile, and feel like I was the only person in the world. He wanted to wait to propose to me until after the Aurochs won the cup. I would complain that hell would freeze over first. I didn't mind though. Even in a world full of Sin, even though both my and Chappu's parents were dead, even though our daily life contained reports of towns being destroyed and people dying, it never crossed my naïve and love struck mind that anything would ever happen to Chappu. My Chappu. But it did. That is what naïveté gets you. I vowed never to make that mistake again.

But not Wakka. He is too dense to learn anything new. Dense. Why am I so cruel to him? He is determined. He is hopeful. He is Wakka, always and forever. Waters may rise, mountains may crumble, the heavens may fall at his feet and yet he is still Wakka. A beacon of light, a bar of steel. He is wakka. The same Wakka who pulls my braids. Who splashes me whenever we're near water. Who pulls every juvenile prank his immature mind can think up. The same Wakka who can't figure anything out unless someone spells it out for him. And who does he always look to for the spelling?

Me.

He looks to me for all the answers. Whether I want to or not I always find myself answering. He tries to make me laugh, tries to make me smile. I accuse him of trying to take his brother's place. It hurts him. It hurts me to hurt him but I can't help it.

He scares me. The way he looks at me like he knows me. But he does know me. More than anyone else. No one can know me. He does. I can feel it when our eyes meet, like he can see my soul. But it must remain hidden. I insult him. I hurt him. He turns away from just as I planned, and not as I planned at all.

I look at him now, sitting by the fire. His tan skin and large muscles attained from twenty-three years of island life. You would think I grew up in a cave by my pearl white skin. I really should spend more time in the sun. I sighed. I must have sighed out loud because Wakka looks up. My cold red eyes meet his warm brown ones. An instant turns to eternity and I must remind myself to breathe. He grins. His childish, immature grin. The grin that might thaw the ice around my heart.

Maybe it wasn't such a silly dream after all.

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Well there you have it. What did you think? I would really love some feedback on this and constructive criticism is welcome. I might try to write another story like this from Wakka's POV.

BREE