Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy: X-2 or any of it's characters.
A/N: I apologize of this is rather confusing. I'm relatively new at this and I came up with this in the middle of the night.
How can this even be possible?
How can I pay attention to what is supposedly my enemy. Someone who is of the same kind who has discriminated my people since our very existence. All because we have our own traditions.
Yet, how can I notice that your skin is unusually dark for someone who spend so much time in a holy temple. How can I notice that it reminds me of milk chocolate on a sunny day. How it can easily make you stand out among your peers as my eyes can easily reveal what I am.
How can it possibly be true that I want to relish in the feel of your hair. How can I think that your hair looks like snow with the softest tinge of silver. Why do I think it contrasts to your dark skin so perfectly. Why am I reminded of the moon with shining icicles whenever I glimpsed your silvery-white hair on a starry night. How can I think that it reminds me of an angel's feathers whenever I happen to touch it by accident
Why do I seem to have mesmerize your scent. Why is it that when ever I smell the drift of cinnamon and pine wood in a chocolate mix my thoughts turn to you. How could I have even breathe in when you brush past me and I caught whiff of your strange, but delightful aroma.
How can I even think that I want your arms to hold me in times of need. Why do I even care that your hands are as soft as your feather-like hair. I chide myself when I fantasize of your hands doing more than just holding. Others would think me a fool if they ever found out hat I secretly admire you from afar.
How can I even notice that your voice is so lilting and ever so soothing. Like a river among sand and stone. Why does your voice send countless of small shivers up my spine. Why is it that whenever I'm visiting your city my ears constantly await the sound of your voice.
As if none of that is to portray me a fool it's your eyes that truly captivate me. How can I see that they're not a soft chocolate, but a dark sorrel brown. Why do I seem to lose myself within your darkened depths, feeling as if my soul is being pierced and then being shed with a warm light.
All these unanswered questions are caused by a single emotion and a single word.
Love.
My mind reels and grows frantic. For it must be a sin to love you. Yes, for it must be a sin to love an angel.
"Rikku?'
I'm jerked out of my thoughts by the sound of your voice. Looking away from the night sky I turn to you.
"Did you have a pleasant visit during your stay?" Not trusting my voice I merely nod as I return to leaning on your balcony. "I'm glad." I involuntary shiver at the softness of your voice.
My eyes widen and a gasp escapes my lips as I feel your arms come around my waist, settling themselves in the bare stomach of my Thief outfit.
As I turn my head toward you I notice a strange glimmer in your eyes. When realization hits me I lean into your embrace and gently close my eyes.
Yes, it must be a sin to love you.
For it is a sin to love an angel
However, even if it's a sin it's also a blessing.
For it is a blessing because my angel loves me too.
" I love you Baralai."
Your only response it to seal our secret with a kiss.