Disclaimer: Ido notownFinal Fantasy X,I wishI did but I dont. I do not own the charactersportrayed in this story. except for Dylan.Well he owns me but thats a different story.
Rikku and Dylan: The meeting.
It was a typically hot day in Luca; the group had already split up. Wakka and Tidus had set off to the stadium to get ready for the big Blitzball match that was going to happen later in the day. Lulu, Yuna and had set off shopping Kimari was on guard as usual, but I (Rikku) wasn't in the mood.
Since leaving my Al Bhed family a few months before, to join Yuna as one of her Guardians had left me homesick (despite being Yuna's cousin). Fiends where one thing, but I craved a different kind of battle, I had tried to get Wakka involved in some play fighting but he always laughed and pushed me away.
Walking through the large city in the sweltering heat, I got a few looks at what I was wearing; well I was wearing just a yellow bikini top, a short thick weave green skirt, and black kneel high boots. Not forgetting my favourite scarf, it wasn't in keeping with the weather but I enjoyed fiddling with it when I was bored or stuck in an embarrassing moment, which seemed to be often. Unbeknownst to the people who looked at me I was concealing something up her sleeves, literally. I had decorative sleeves that where tied by dozens of little bows, under these where my daggers that I kept for emergencies. Not that I needed them I was capable of dispatching people barehanded.
"Rikku!" Spinning, I managed to whack about 7 people in the face with my outrageously styled shining blonde hair. It didn't help that I was only 5 ft 6 I felt tiny amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.
"Wakka?" As I set off sprinting over to him. I banged into a tall guy. I looked back as I carried on running, I didn't get a good look at him.
Quickening my pace made me more nimble, I just managed to stop before I ran into Wakka. "What's wrong?" My voice was thick with panic.
"Nothings wrong, I just forgot to give you your ticket." He handed me the ticket and smiled. I frowned and took it from him placing it into the pocket of my skirt. "Remember you gotta be there, don't be late, ya! I'll be counting on your support."
I couldn't help but giggle it was in my nature; he ruffled my hair in response. I saw him as a big brother.
"I gotta run: the team need some last minute coaching." He grinned and turned. "Oh and don't get into any trouble, ya!"
"I'll be there I promise." I called after him; he waved an arm smiling as he dashed off to the practise. "WHEN DO I EVER GET INTO TROUBLE." I shouted over to him, I looked over my shoulder seeing the guy I knocked over. I waved and hurried away so I didn't bump into him again.
I had walked round a large portion of the market by myself, not buying anything and not really talking to anyone except to say 'excuse me' when I tried to slip my nimble body between two people.
The sun was getting high, I suddenly realised how thirsty I had become. Finding the nearest sheltered bar I perched myself on a stood just ordering some water as it was all I fancied. A noise from a nearby alleyway caused me to get curious as to what was happening.
Slowly I crept over to the alleyway, I saw 5 men holding down and beating a single guy, people could hear the commotion but no one was trying to help. Without a single thought of my own safety I pulled my dagger out and left into the fray, literally. Running a few steps I jumped landing behind the burley man that was holding the beaten guy. Grabbing the guy by the chin I placed her sharp blade to the now quivering throat of the guy.
"Drop him." I growled. Not really knowing what I had gotten myself into. Upon seeing the burley man let the guy go I loosened my grip but did not let go, the urge to dig the blade into the man's throat was almost overwhelming. It was as if an animal instinct was taking over. The phrase 'kill or be killed' came to mind.
The man who had taken the beating stood up, I couldn't help but stare at him for a second. It was the guy I had knocked over earlier, but this time I got a good look. He was tall and handsome, his hair looked impeccable despite the beating he had received, and his smile sent shivers down my spine. The beating hadn't fazed him; his smile was the smile of confidence.
"Thank you, but now that I'm not being held I don't require your assistance." His voice was deep and smooth; it was like listening to velvet, if the fabric could talk.
I flashed my cheekiest grin. "Nonsense, I've started so I might as well finish." I giggled and pressed the blade slowly against the man's throat drawing blood instantly. The tall stranger seem to get the hint, he lunged at what appeared to be the ringleader's. He punched him sharply on the cheek; there was a definite thud as the man stumbled back.
Turning my attention back to the howling man who life was slowly fading from his body, I dropped him like a bag of potatoes. Looking round I waited for the next guy to attack.
The stranger was faring better then I thought, he was no longer unarmed, picking up a blue coloured blade from the ringleader he dispatched by breaking his neck. Smiling at him I got caught from behind by a guy that seemed rather tall even to me. I spun so I faced the wall, running up it I managed to get rid of the large hairy arm round my neck. I pulling it up with me as I ran the then pulled to down so it was bent awkwardly behind his back. Feeling his shoulder and arm break I pushed my dagger quickly into the side of his neck roughly where his windpipe was. I twisted the blade so the would could never close even if it was stitched, he gasped and spluttered as he fell to the floor. I jump and landed on his neck hearing the snap I gave one more hop just to make sure he'd never get up.
There where two guys left I leant against the wall shaking slightly at the lives I had just wasted to effortlessly watching as the stranger threw his dagger into the back of the head of one of the guys as he tried to run. The last guy he let go.
"What did you do that for? He's going to get someone now." I frown and looked the guy I had rescued. Despite the odd splatter of blood he looked really attractive.
Now that the fracas had finished people were started to come see what had happened. Before I knew what was happening the strange man had grabbed my hand pulling me down the alley and through the backdoor of a restaurant.
"Hey, you're bleeding." I felt his hand run over my shoulder softly, I winced as I felt a slight pain. "It's just a scratch." He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back giggling softly, I almost got lost in his eyes.
There was more commotion outside, and screaming as the bodies where found. Taking my hand again, he quickly walked out the front door as if we had gone for a meal.
"I know where we can…" I ran ahead pulling him behind me to the direction of the ship. Checking the time, there was plenty before the match.
We were safely locked on the ship within 20 minutes of leaving the restaurant. I had shown the man into the living area, he grabbed a first aid kit before he sat down. Slowly looking through it he hadn't said a thing to me since we arrived. I paced up and down the floor slowly, the gentle thud of my footsteps was causing my pulse to stop racing.
"Who…" I started to ask but the rest seemed irrelevant. He looked up as he found the iodine and some cotton wool.
"I'm Locke, well that's what most people call me." He tried to hold back a blush, I could tell that last bit of honesty wasn't like him. It was as if I knew him without him telling me.
"I'm Rikku," I smiled as he sat me down on the seat next to him. "What do people not call you then." Slowly pushing the strap of my bikini down, off my shoulder, he reached round my body handing me the iodine. I held me breath waiting for the sting. He chuckled softly; moving himself closer to me his breath was on the back of my neck, and causing the hairs to stand up. His free hand was on my hip, as if to steady and comfort me.
"Most people don't call me Dylan." He whispered the name into my ear and I felt shivers down my spine. Pressing his fingers lightly down into my skin, he pressed the iodine soaked cotton wool onto my cut. I gasped and pulled away, but his grip moved me back tight into his body.
"I guess I'll call you Dylan then," I turned my head looking into his deep grey and amber eyes, "because I'm not like most people."
Holding my breath I waited for his response. He lean forward and kissed my lips softly, I panicked slightly but I was enjoying myself, I kissed him back gently, sensing my panic he pulled away.
"You're going to be late." He whispered his eyes were soft as he brushed my hair from my eyes.
"Late?" I frowned slightly then realising that the game was going to start soon I reluctantly pulled away. "Do you want to…?" I bite my lip looking at him seeing his smile.
"No, I need to be somewhere else," I frowned again. "But you'll see me again." He smiled and walked to the door. "Trust me."
With that he disappeared, but something about him assured me he will be back.
AUTHOR NOTE: I am fan fiction so be nice. I wasn't sure where this story was going or indeed the next chapter but im sure it will be different and surpise you all. If you have any comment or questions please feel free to ask, I will answer as many as I can with the next chapter.
Thank you for reading.
Tori xxx