Hey guys! I felt like I needed to make at least one update on my final day of summer vacation, before my life keeps going in a million directions in one day. I'll still try REALLY hard to keep this story going though!

Yuna awoke the next morning the happiest she had been in a long while. Today was the day...the day her and Tidus were finally to be husband and wife. They had waited three years for this day, and here it was, and now she could scarcely believe it. She sat up on the soft linens of her bed, and stretched the lingering weariness from the party away. She ran her hand along the back of her neck, and as she did, she felt the slight nip of the cold silver chain that still hung around her neck. The white sphere pendant. Slipping it up over her head, Yuna thought of her father. 'I'll wear it today, to my wedding. Daddy would have liked to see that, wouldn't he?' Yuna smiled as she re-clasped the white sphere around her ivory neck and caught a faint scent in the air. "Mish Yuna!" she heard muffled from somewhere downstairs. "I made you my own wedding day preshent." Sniffing the air, she recognized the savory scent almost immediately after she heard the Hypello speak. "Pancakes!" Yuna jumped up, threw on the closest robe, and ran downstairs like a hungry puppy.

"Good morning', Mish Yuna!" Barkeep the Hypello greeted her as soon as she had bounded down the last stair. "I hope yoo are hungry!" Yuna nodded excitedly as Barkeep handed her a rather oversized stack of pillow soft, fluffy pancakes, so warm you could have sworn they would melt if you held them too long. The entire entourage had a laugh that morning at the bride-to-be stuffing her cheeks with pancakes.

Kerra was still very tired from the party last night. All this standing up straight and proper was taking it's toll on her. It wasn't something she was very used to. She was also happy to be out of that corset-like bodice on the dress Tromell had picked out. Now she could actually breathe to eat and enjoy her pancakes, although her sides and middle ached slightly at each movement. However, unlike her lady Yuna, Kerra had actually picked up a fork and knife to eat her breakfast with. She did laugh a little, half out of amusement and half out of politeness. When everyone else laughed, you did too, it was only proper. And even she had to admit, the sight of Yuna scarfing down her breakfast with her hands was slightly amusing. She heard another soft laugh behind her. Baralai was sitting in a chair behind her also laughing at the High Summoner's moment of immaturity. Taking a moment to inspect him, she noticed that even he was a bit lax in his appearance this morning. His silver hair was indeed brushed, but not slicked back or tied up with his headband, leaving it once again to spill over and brush his beautiful amber eyes. Her thoughts went back to how she had seen him that one night, up in his chamber, how the moon had reflected in those same gorgeous eyes of his...

"Kerra? Is there a problem?" Baralai asked, and to his surprise, she seemed to be catapulted back into reality. He watched as she grew scarlet red in an emotion that seemed foreign to her. 'Kerra? Embarrassed? Since when?' he inquired to himself. Nonetheless, he was sitting behind a girl as red as the strawberries on her pancakes. She was frantically trying to fix her hair and act nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. "n...no, my lord, it's nothing" she finally managed to sputter out. He was slightly disappointed at her answer. She was not fully lost, he could sense it, so he was half hoping for some snappy comeback or remark. 'Instead she calls me 'my lord'?' Baralai sighed. 'That was not quite what I was expecting.' As he looked up to her, hoping to instigate the argument he wanted, he was shocked to see that she had gotten up and walked out the door into the hallway. Scanning where she had sat, he searched for any excuse to follow her, a dropped possession perhaps. 'Oh forget it,' he thought, determined 'I'm worried about her...and that's excuse enough' He left his jacket at his seat and made haste for the doorway.

Kerra didn't run, only swiftly walked, still red with embarrassment. 'I'm definitely overreacting...' she told herself, and she knew she was. The scarlet gave way to slight pink, and then her porcelain tone again, but her breathing remained quickened. 'what's wrong with you, Kerra?' she asked herself. 'he only caught you looking at him, you look at hundreds of people everyday, what makes him so special?' She wanted to tell herself that he wasn't, that he was just another person that didn't matter to her, but she couldn't. If he was so unimportant, then why was her heart beating so hard? She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, spun around, and nearly choked on the knowledge of who it was. "Why did you follow me?" she asked, trying to sound calm and uninterested, but she knew she was failing miserably. "well I...er...well..." she watched Baralai stutter and search carefully for his words. "Because I've been worried about you!" He finally spit out as he put his other hand on her free shoulder. "You haven't been yourself lately..." He wasn't lying to her...she knew it, she saw it in his eyes. This wasn't a praetor's lie, this was real. Something whispered within her heart...

'this is his real emotion...what about yours?....'

He didn't see it coming, he could possibly have...it had happened too fast. One moment, he was standing here, with his hands on her shoulders, and the next...her lips had met his without any warning. His heart raced, and his head spun a million miles per hour. 'She doesn't...hate...me?' his heart leaped at his next thought. ' Could she possibly...'

'Kiss her back, you idiot...kiss her back...'

But in all the confusion, he just stood there, and before he could show any of his internal joy and passion, she pulled away.

Kerra couldn't decide what she disbelieved more; the fact that she had just kissed him, or that he didn't kiss her back, or maybe that she wanted him to kiss her back. Either way, he had just stood there...and it wrenched her heart that he did. This time when she turned around...she ran.

'You idiot!' Baralai cursed himself internally. 'She kissed you...KISSED you...and you just stood there...' He slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall of the hallway, and fighting back tears he slammed his fist against the cold, unforgiving tile. Closing his eyes, he held his fingertips to his lips, trying to summon that moment that he would hold onto for a long time...maybe it would be the only one he had. 'No...' he told himself ' there will be another...I'll make sure of it this time...'

Kerra curled herself up on the floor, next to her bed, silently letting sorrowful tears drop from her cheeks. 'this must be what it's like to love...and be rejected in return.' even the voice in her mind quivered. 'And...I do love him....very much...'