Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I don't own Final Fantasy X-2, I don't own my house, I don't own my car, I don't own my pants.

Warning: Sexual Content…I repeat Sexual Content. Lemons and Limes are my kind of fruit, and if you ain't cool with that turn around now.

Confession

Paine fidgets, moving a little, as she adjusts the recorder yet again. She leans back against her cabin's chair in Celsius. "Sphere Mail number 567687, Address: Bevelle, to be delivered to the Prater, From Paine, to be returned to the Gullwing Ship Celsius if not capable of receiving."

She paused…taking a deep breathe before waving nervously. "Hey Baralai" She looks like she is about to bite her nails. "Okay so, I've been thinking and, seeing you again, really made me realize how much I missed you. I know, back then, I was always following you more then anyone liked but…All…All I could think about." She took a long deep breathe bowing her head before looking back up. "When I was fighting Vegnagun, fighting to free Spira, I didn't think about everyone, I didn't think about the houses that would be destroyed, I didn't think about the lives that would be lost. I thought about you. Yuna told me it was you, and I couldn't believe it. Nooj, before the final battle suggested we kill you. Shoot you…and Shuyin wouldn't be able to control you anymore."

She looked down and played with her fingers. "I'm sorry, this is hard for me." She tried again. "I only thought of you. Thought of how terrible it must have been for you to watch youself try and destroy your home. I thought of how much I didn't want to let you die. I didn't want to let you go. I know…because I love you."

She just looked into the sphere as if she expected it to say something back. "I know this isn't the way it should be done. But I do not want to waste your time if you don't feel the same way. Just let me know. Send me a sphere or a letter. Something. We didn't really have time to talk before the I left with Yuna. I..I just want to talk to you again…even if you just want to just be friends. Don't let us drift apart again. You know I really did practice what I was going to say…a lot"

She paused knowing she was saying too much. She reached out to shut off the recorder and paused. Her words were feather soft and light on the air. "I love you."

The image in the sphere cut out. Sorin looked up at his assistant with a deep frown. He took the small communication radio from his pocket and pressed the button. "Captain."

"Yes sir!" Came the rough guards voice through the device.

"Your outside his room. Baralai is with the girl?" Sorin Paused as he received an affirmative through the radio. "Separate them, I can't have him growing a set of blitzballs now can I?" Sorin spoke with a creepy lure in the back of his through, his chin sinking in dissatisfaction. Looking to his assistant and then down to the Comm Sphere he made a decision. "Press the panic button."

"But sir that will call her friends here…they'll come for her… maybe even the real prater." The assistant seemed a little panicked.

Sorin's eyes sunk into a deep furrow and he growled at the small weasel like man. "Unless he demands to be the Prater again, I am the Prater and don't you forget it."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, but…they might not think so and they are the Gullwings sir…" He stuttered speaking to fast for his own good and was only stopped by a lift of the older man's hand.

"Enough. They will come anyway. When they realize she is missing they will come. It is better we know when, so that we can be prepared. Have the girl secured in a cell and guarded. The bring me the captain." Turned to walk out of the room Sorin turned the recorded Sphere in his hand, "We have much to discuss."

"Paine, try to understand, you forced your way into a guarded place with a figure of high importance!" Baralai Stressed, just trying to persuade Paine to understand the way she was treated.

"NO!" Paine yelled hard, clenching her teeth. "I came to see you Baralai. YOU! Because you had the balls to ignore me. I will not let you ignore me. I am standing right in front of you. This is your palace, this is your room, those are your guards, YOU are the Prater and I thought that you understood the ideas of peace and working together with Spria. But no…you just closed your doors again and I have to ask you. What the fuck do you think your doing? I am angry with you, very angry with you." She was out of breathe and panting from the emotional burst.

Baralai stood shakily holding his face gently. "I can tell…"

Paine growled in frustration. "I can tell! I CAN TELL!" she sighed "Is that all you have to say for yourself!"

"I'm sorry" He said softly "I'll say it as many times as you want…and mean it every time. I'm so sorry"

Paine sighed heavily and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the door slamming open and three guards bursting through the door. Each held a gun in his hands. "What is going on?" Baralai asked, brow knit with worry.

"You." They said pointing at Paine. "Your coming with us. Now."

Paine put her hands on her hips and narrowed her gaze. "I don't think so. We're in the middle of something if you don't mind."

A man in a long black coat and a shimmering blue visor stepped through the door. "Actually I do ma'am, you are no longer permitted to speak with the Prater's son."

"What!" Barlai and Paine said simultaneously.

"Take her." He ordered to one of the men.

"Yes Captain!" came the reply as the smaller man advanced on Paine. Baralai however did not think about his actions before he stepped in front of her.

"No" came the platinum blonde's low growl.

"I'm going to have to ask you to move sir." The Captain stated very slowly and calmly.

"No" Baralai's statement was stronger, but that didn't change the face the guard had a gun. And he used it, lifting the weapon and shooting Baralai in the shoulder. The boy spun and fell to the ground in both surprise and a slow motion creep of pain.

Everything was a blur to him, moving slowly as he saw the sudden deep concern in Paine's face. She shouted something and reached out to him. He saw her struggle as three men put there hands on her. Baralai wanted to stand and kill them. They shouldn't be touching her! He wanted to move but he felt completely parallelized. He watched her fight back, strong punches and kicks but they took her, kicking and screaming they took her. Baralai looked at the Captain's face. The harsh sunken eyes and features made him feel hate bubble inside him. That man would pay. Sorin would pay. He shouldn't have touched her.