Disclaimer: I do not own final Fantasy and never will so it seems. All of it and its characters belong to Square Enix.
A/N: I apologize to everyone who was waiting for a second chapter. To my reviewers this is in Baralai's POV and he's harder to do for me. At least I think he is. Oh well, on with the fic! By the way this is happening at the same time while Rikku was thinking.
You don't think I ever notice do you?
No it doesn't seem as if it crosses your mind that I can see the looks of confusion or longing whenever your gaze happens to land on me. Heh, but I do. Sometimes when your strands of gold fly over your face my hands itch and tingle to run themselves through your silken hair. I wonder if you even know what you're feeling.
Please, don't think of me of a conceited man when I first noticed you staring at me without your own accord. I was flattered. After all, being gazed at by a young woman with goddess-like beauty is an honor.
Sometimes I feel as if I've been cast under a spell when I glance at you. It's no wonder why my lips beg to kiss your tanned skin. Skin the exact color of the sand you live upon in Bikanel Desert. The place where your race once had their own secret home. Yes, the sand there is exactly the same color as your flawless skin. A marvelous gold that seems to accent your hair beautifully.
I'm driving myself insane with thoughts of you day and night since the very first time I glimpsed your figure outside the Bevelle temple. I twitch and tingle every time desire flows through me. Why do I even think such thoughts? It's inapprioate for a praetor of Bevelle to have such thoughts! Arghh, I'm going to kill myself!
Why must you torture me constantly with that ever so sweet, mischievous smile of yours. It makes me freeze whenever you pin it on me. It makes me feel like a fool hopelessly in love. It shocks me and roots me to the spot. However, it's probably because I am a fool hopelessly in love.
Whenever your hand manages to brush my own I look in awe at how soft they seem. However, I keep my distance knowing perfectly what your hands are capable of. My mind lingers on the thought and heat creeps to my cheeks.
It's a sin to think of you that way. Such things allow shame to flood over me. I cannot believe how much you have put me under your spell and I cannot help to think 'Why me!' Why did you have to pick me?
However what really puts me under your spell is your emeralds for eyes. I have never seen a pair of eyes so full of life and joy as much as yours. The spiraled black pupils only bring me further in their depths. They dizzy me and cause a reaction like no other.
My breathe hitches. There you are right now. Leaning over my balcony in my room. When your name rolls of my tongue like it's suppose to, you seem surprised to find me there as if you were in some deep conversation with yourself.
The next thing I know is that my arms are around your slim waist and a kiss seals our secret. Oh Rikku, I'm filled with such warmth that you now let me love.
Hmm, maybe being a fool in love isn't so bad.
MysticOmega: There you have it. The last chapter to my first fic. I hope you guys review since this one actually took thinking. The first chapter hit me in the head like a rock. But don't worry I will write more Barikku fics in the near future and I'm sorry for taking so long. Be gentle and no flames!