A/N: I thought I'd update at least another chapter since the first one wasn't all that great. This is, more or less, just a closer look on Inge's character. She pwns! I love her! Lol. (Not litterly, dipshits. Lmao. Just messin' 'bout the "dipshits" part, at least.) R&R my pimps! Rofl.
Disclaimer: I only own Inge, so in yo face!
(PoV - Inge)
After about an hour of pretending to be asleep, I sat up and reached under the couch, pulling out a small, black journal. Opening up to a blank page and pulling out a pen, I begin to write as I did everyday.
They let me join! I'm glad they did, they're all really friendly and it's a lot of fun. I haven't even been doing work a full day and I already love it.
They call themselves "The Forsaken". I'm not sure why, I haven't asked yet. I could ask Yuna, she's the one who founded it, from my knowledge, at least. It's a secret group of people who work together to overthrow New Yevon. Kinda sounds like the Youth League, right? It's nothing like it.
I used to be a part of the League up until a couple months ago. Nooj always pushed and exaggerated no physical fighting. It always angered me. I mean, followers of New Yevon are basically followers of Yevon, to me. What's the difference? Yevon's teachings were all lies. I don't see why people still follow and believe them, even after Yuna's speech in Luca that day. I was fourteen, then, but I still remember almost every word she spoke.
Anyway, The Forsaken isn't, in any way, near peaceful. If they know New Yevon's up to something, they're not going to talk it out. They can do that later, after they have solved the problem. If New Yevon steals yet another sphere from anyone at all, that person will be hunt down and probably killed.
It's no walk in the park to join, either. You have to be well trained in black magic, hand to hand combat, have some kind of weapon skill, and be a, at least, half ass white mage. I'm lucky enough I asked to join when they needed help. Not that Yuna being in trouble is good, but it really helped me a lot.
So far I've gotten along with them pretty well. The group's not large or anything like the Youth League or New Yevon, but match them in power, I bet. Let's see...
Brother's okay, I guess. I find it slightly sick that he has the hots for his own cousin, and Yuna apparently does, as well. He's our ship's pilot. From what he told me, he used to be the leader of the Gullwings, but the sphere hunting group eventually came to it's downfall and he disbanded it. After Yuna quit, saying she wanted some down time to spend on Besaid, he completely flipped.
Buddy's cool. He's the ship's navigator. He's calm and collected, I'll give him that, but we've became friends.
Shinra's slightly annoying, even if he is the "wiz kid" of the group. I ask him a question and his response is usually "I'm just a kid." What's up with that?
Rikku's funny and nice. She's really cool to hang around with, but as Paine said, she's far different from the rest of her teammates. Yuna, Paine, and I are all the dark type and she's all bubbly. I find it hilarious.
Paine's awesome. I haven't really gotten to talk to her that much yet, but her sense of humor is funny as hell. She really brings the group up, I think, along with Rikku, even if they don't know it.
But Yuna wipes the floor with all of them.
Yuna and I could be related, I swear. We're so much alike I find it slightly eerie. I've always admired her, whether I show it or not, I do. I respect her, as well. She's really encouraging and helpful, even if she has changed over the year, I still think the same of her as I used to, if not more. I still can't believe I'm now working with her! It's been a dream of mine for a while. We've become friends... I think. I'm not sure. I hope so, nonetheless ---
"Whatcha writing?"
I close my journal abruptly, staring up into the older woman's deep blue and emerald green eyes.
"Oh, nothing."
Yuna smirks, arching and eyebrow. "'Course."
She continued to stand there, arms crossed over her chest, while I simply looked away, putting up my journal. "Are we there?" I ask, changing the subject.
She shakes her head. "Just a couple minutes."
"Oh..."
Another awkward silence.
"So... Where are you from?"
I switch my gaze to her as she sits beside me on the couch. "I was born in Kilika but raised in Bevelle."
She laughs. "I was born in Bevelle but raised in Besaid."
I nod. "I would know, trust me."
She gives me an awkward look before looking out the window, clearing her throat.
My eyes widen at what she was getting at. "No, no, no. Nothing like that, I assure you. I'm not a stalker, damnit."
We both laugh at my haste, and I sigh afterwards.
"Why'd you want to join?"
I stare blankly at her for a moment as she continued to gaze out the window. "For the experience, I guess. It's an honor working with you, though."
She smiles slightly and looks to me. "I mean, what about your family? Surely if they find out, they'll be upset."
I look to the ground, putting on a fake smile. "That's not going to happen."
Yuna nods, but doesn't seem to notice my unhappiness. Standing, she nonchalantly pats me on the back and walks down the metal staircase, leaving me alone with only my memories.
I stand, following Yuna, trying eagerly to catch up with her.
"Hey!" I called just before she entered the elevator. She turned slightly, awaiting my claim. "I'm... sorry about being a smart ass."
She smiles, nodding. "It's alright."
I wasn't used to apologizing, not to anyone, but I felt Yuna deserved to hear it.
(PoV - Yuna)
I motion for her to follow me and she does so, walking beside me.
"I haven't completely changed." I say. "I'm still the same person I was last year, at least around my friends."
She nods in understanding as we reach the deck of the Celsius.
I walk out a ways, sitting down and gazing at my surroundings. A couple minutes pass before she takes a seat beside me, avoiding all eye contact.
"Are you alright?" I ask, concern evident in my tone.
She looks at me finally, confusion apparent on her features. "Sorry, what?"
I just now noticed I never really had the time or chance to actually note her clothing style.
Short, black hair hung just above her shoulders in contrast to her deep blue eyes. She wore a black tank top with matching black jeans. A black studded belt hung on only one belt loop, allowing it to hug her hip tightly. A silver chain gently batted against the side of her thigh everytime she moved. Her hands were adorned with fingerless black gloves, and her feet with tall, black boots that went up nearly to her knees. They had a myriad of silver buckles on them and screws in the bottom of each. Both boots were covered up to the point of her ankle, however, by her slightly baggy jeans.
We were strikingly a lot alike, I found, apart from a couple things.
I had a thin, black jacket hanging loosely over my black tank top. The bottom of my black pants wrapped gently against the heel of my boots. On either hip hung two silver chains, along with my matching pistols.
With a sigh I shake my head, switching my stare to my front.
"Never mind."
"My father was killed by Sin when I was five. From there my mother took care of me alone, but she was killed by a group of Al Bhed haters a year after. I grew up on my own."
I give her a sympathetic look, wondering why she just revealed her past to me, of everyone on this ship.
"Sorry. It just helps to let someone know."
I nod, placing a hand over hers. "I'm sorry about your family, but don't worry. It's safe with me."
She smiles. "Thanks."
Somethnig was still bothering her, I could tell by the way she continued to reject eye contact, but I decided I'd ask her later.
"You're Al Bhed?" I question.
"Only on my mother's side."
I smile. "As am I."
A couple minutes passed before anything was said until I finally acted.
I stand, giving her my hand and pulling her up. "We're in Luca, so let's head back down to the bridge and see what everyone's up to."
She nods and follows my lead, placing a hand on my shoulder before entering the bridge.
"Hey, Yuna."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"For what?" I ask, giving her a questioning look.
"For being there for everyone. Even the ones you don't know."
I smile as she walks ahead of me, being greeted by Paine.
"Only certain people." I whisper to myself. "Only certain people that I care dearly for."
Hmm... Yeah, I know where I'm going with this story (finally). Took a lot of thinking, though. Besides, I like the whole "badass" attitudes they have. Lmao.
- 'Rikku.Sehdan.
