Moving On

Lulu was proud of Yuna, proud of the strength she'd shown. She understood how the child felt, of course; it was *hard* to move on after someone you love has gone.

Very, very hard.

But Yuna was holding strong - and really, Lulu knew she should have never doubted that Yuna could. Yuna had always placed her duty first, not because of a small sense of self but because of a large sense of the greater good. If anyone could pull together after such a bittersweet victory, Yuna could have.

And she had. Lulu watched her finish her speech, Wakka beside her. Watched the crowd cheer. Felt her heart ache, somewhere inside; the journey was finished, Yuna had survived, Sin was gone.

Lulu wondered if there ever was a time Yuna would smile without pain hiding behind it.

"Hey, Lu?"

It was Wakka, his voice quiet under the crowd's roar. She turned to glance at him, raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"I'm not sure how to say this-" Wakka shifted from foot to foot, ran a hand through his hair. "I always was kinda jealous of Chappu, ya? He seemed to get everything in the family - good looks, luck with the ladies, ya? Talent. I never had much of that - just look what happened with blitzball. But then he died."

Lulu couldn't help closing her eyes, just for a moment, in pain. "Yes," she murmured.

"And I couldn't say anythin' after that, ya? Because he was dead, an' - there was no place for jealousy there, nothin' like that. Respect. Love. An-"

She opened her eyes. "Yes?"

"I love you, Lu." His voice was choking up, growing quieter instead of louder, and she had to strain to hear him over the noise of the crowd. "I don't know, maybe, if I asked you to marry me - would you?"

Lulu looked over to where Yuna stood, high above the stadium, looking out over the crowd and smiling that faint Yuna smile. She couldn't look at Wakka; when she looked, she saw Chappu, and she saw failure. There was so much grief there.

"Lu-"

She looked at Wakka and discovered it was easier than she'd thought. "Yes," she said.

After a moment, as he stared, she managed, painfully, a smile.