Disclaimer: I don't own Square Enix or anything else mentioned in this fic that's worth more than ten bucks.
This is a collection of oneshots, based on my all time favourite songs. They're not really songfics, more like themes, I guess.
If you want me to write one about your favourite song, please tell me, and I'll get right on it. The song has to be either English, Dutch or Japanese, or I won't know what it's about.
Hope you like it!
Summary: Rikku wonders whether to tell her boyfriend her secret.
Can you keep a secret?
"l'm telling you - no, I'm not
I'll keep hiding like this
Until I can't run away anymore"
She stares at the pink flower in her hand grudgingly.
Only three more petals and she's already at 'Tell him'. Maybe this wasn't such a brilliant idea after all. She picks a petal from the flower and throws it on the grass beside her.
Two petals.
"Don't tell him."
One petal.
"Tell him."
Stem.
She looks at the mess of countless broken flowers around her and again start the internal discussion if the stem counts as another round or not.
"Don't tell him."
New flower.
"Tell him."
Ten petals.
"Don't tell him."
Nine petals.
"Tell him."
"Tell him what?"
Eight pet-
Oh, wait.
She jumps and turns around.
"Auron!"
She realises just too late she probably shouldn't look like he caught her doing something she shouldn't, but she's already brushing off her clothes hastily.
"Tell him what, Rikku?"
"Uhmm…"
She can't think of anything. Nothing. She's completely blank. The one time her endless amount of excuses are worth something, and she can't remember a single one.
"I… I… uhmm…"
Come on! Anything! He doesn't know what you're doing, you can make something up!, she scolds herself, but she just can't fabricate something he'll believe.
He can see straight through her. He's like that, unfortunately.
"Rikku…", he says her name, and, hearing the smile in his voice, she feels calm immediately. He's soothing that way, fortunately.
"I…It's a secret. I have to finish the flower first."
That's right.
Put it off as long as possible.
She sits back down in the grass and picks a new flower, purple this time.
"Tell him."
Ten petals.
"Don't tell him."
Nine petals.
He walks towards her and sits down beside her.
"Tell him."
Eight petals.
"Don't tell him."
Seven petals.
He puts his arm around her.
"Tell him."
Six petals.
"Don't tell him."
Five petals.
She leans her head against his shoulder and takes a deep breath of his scent. Sake, thyme and a musky tinge that is so him it's too hard to describe.
"Tell him."
Four petals.
"Don't tell him."
Three petals.
He presses a kiss on the top of her head.
"Tell him."
Two petals.
He continues to kiss her, first her hair, then her cheek, then her nose, until she's grinning through her mantra.
"Don't tell him."
One petal.
"Tell him."
Stem.
They look at the green little stem in her hand, and she knows he knows she's having the internal discussion about the stem counting or not.
He takes it from her and throws it away dismissively.
"Tell him.", he says, kissing her lips softly, and she's glad she's sitting or she would've fallen from the way her knees are in no way obeying her. Even after all this time.
"Tell him.", she grins, "okay."
She takes a deep breath.
"I love you."
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