A/N: For anyone who plans on flaming me for this slight Tikku one-shot, please reconsider. I'm trying to write Rikku fics to please everyone. I support Yuna and Tidus, and Gippal and Rikku, but I like Tikku fics so don't bother to give me a "you suck" review because you don't like this.
The prompt for this story is shattered. Enjoy, and review when you're done reading!
Shatter
My heart is racing. I know I shouldn't be here, hiding in the foliage.
But I am.
He apologizes to her, hoping he didn't make her sad.
I followed him here, you know. I thought maybe he was just going for a walk, and I could be by his side. I missed what Auron said about her.
"I wasn't sad," she says, "I was happy."
I sigh, silently. She loves him, I know. She tells me often, and I listen.
"Wouldn't everyone be surprised?" her voice reaches my ears. I zoom back in on their conversation and continue my eavesdropping.
"Yeah. Except Rikku." My heart flutters when he says my name. "She'd be with you. Lulu and Wakka wouldn't hold out long." His voice is a sweet symphony to my ears, carrying my spirit high, though I lie low.
"What'll I do if I give up my pilgrimage?" she wonders.
If I were she, I'd just stay with him. It'd be heaven enough just to be in his arms.
He speaks of his Zanarkand, and I smile, watching his blonde hair in the moonlight. I wish I were there beside him to see how his cerulean eyes light up when he talks of his home.
"Let's go to the sea, before the sunrise. The city lights go out one by one. The stars fade... It's kinda rose colored, right? First in the sea, then it spreads to the sky, then to the whole city. It gets brighter and brighter, till everything glows. It's really...pretty. I know you'd like it."
His voice paints a picture for me, and I close my eyes for a moment. I see myself my back to the machina metropolis, my face to the sea. My hand would be in his, and he'd whisper to me something that would make bumps stand on my skin. We'd watch in silence, and the sun would rise, the majestic magic and beauty of it all too much to take in.
"Yu..?"
The sudden fear in his voice forces me from my fantasy and I open my eyes again.
She is crying.
I wonder how she could cry while in his presence.
He is the one who makes me smile.
He makes my heart soar on silver wings.
As clichéd as it might be, he takes my breath away.
"Yuna."
He says her name. Not mine.
He leans in closer, and I fear that he might hear my heart beating so rapidly.
He kisses her, and my eyes close.
And I shatter.
